She was smaller than most women he'd been with, although that wasn't a detail that he truly noticed until now, her entire body feeling so small in his hands. Thin though she was, everything about her seemed to exude its own sort of strength, the palm of his hand carefully running up her side and feeling muscles move under his fingertips, dragging them against her tank top and coaxing the hem up so the slightest sliver of skin showed through. Getting to the door proved difficult as his foot dragged over the dirt, interrupting an otherwise smooth transition, but with a few neighbors in the general vicinity, Sawyer wasn't sure that he wanted to put on a show.

Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss still, heady with the feel of her breath mingling with his own. Pulling back for a breath, he caught a glimpse of her lashes, blurry from proximity, but their curve beautiful to his eye as his lips hovered less than an inch away. With a resolute exhale, he closed the distance again, and when her tongue swept over his lip, he met her with his own, sucking gently before nipping at the corner of her mouth. Tapping against the door with his heel, Sawyer crouched down far enough to lift Lily off the ground, breaking the kiss to get a good hold of her, bodies pressed flush while his free hand scrambled for the handle of the door and slipped them inside.

As the shadow fell over them, he leaned in again, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck. "Gorgeous," he breathed, continue to step back as his mouth made progress down to her collarbone, and his heart lurched from the contact.