He rolled over with a startled laugh, hands letting go in that instant, handing over the reins fully. Though he was capable of taking the upper hand where required, in truth, Sawyer was always more comfortable like this, with the other person taking the lead and him simply following along. It removed the element of choice from his side of the table, made it impossible for him to work his wiles half as well, and so felt more honest, in its way. He wouldn't have to worry about breaking her heart; she held his in a vice. And, hell, beyond all talk of emotion— it was just a lot of fun.
"Hell," he grinned, bright for once, enamored with the spontaneity and all its perfection.
When her hands slipped down to undo his belt, Sawyer's eyes remained open and stared up at the ceiling for all of a second before a deep groan caught in his throat at all the movement, too much, not nearly enough, his hips almost bucking except for the control that he forced into his hands, not wanting to somehow tip her over. When her hands guided his jaw, eyes gaze soon followed, lazy and heavily lidded as his hands shifted to wrap around her wrists for a second, then slid back along her arms, until he pressed warm palms to her shoulders, willing her closer.
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Date: 2012-02-09 09:18 am (UTC)"Hell," he grinned, bright for once, enamored with the spontaneity and all its perfection.
When her hands slipped down to undo his belt, Sawyer's eyes remained open and stared up at the ceiling for all of a second before a deep groan caught in his throat at all the movement, too much, not nearly enough, his hips almost bucking except for the control that he forced into his hands, not wanting to somehow tip her over. When her hands guided his jaw, eyes gaze soon followed, lazy and heavily lidded as his hands shifted to wrap around her wrists for a second, then slid back along her arms, until he pressed warm palms to her shoulders, willing her closer.