Inhaling sharp as he returned the kiss, Sawyer brushed his hand down Lily's side, strength too quickly sapped from his arms, but still enough to trace over her skin in lazy circles with blunt nails. He could feel a spark of excitement in his stomach, that nauseating fear that left him ever unbalanced, wondering if there was any reason for regret. (He couldn't think of any. He couldn't think of a single one.) Pulling away and preferring to linger in the bone-aching glow that followed, Sawyer dropped a few more kisses on her cheekbones, on her eyelids, before turning to the side to tie off the condom and tossing it in the wastebasket.

"Well, if I was ever havin' trouble sleeping before," he murmured with a chuckle, returning to the bed and letting all knots ease from his muscles and hand tugging his blanket up and around the both of them. "Guess I know the solution for that."