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"Stupid— piece of crap—"

Not a morning person on the best of days, when Sawyer woke up to some unknown weight blocking his door, he again began to consider the potential merits of packing it all up and moving into the Compound. However depressing the building was, it at least offered reliable air conditioning, and the bolts of the doors weren't the type to expand in the rain or creak from too much rust. His door jammed, and frequently, the hut initially chosen because Sawyer was too damn impatient to wait for the Building Crew to give him a new place all his own, and later on, too damn lazy to pack up his stuff to move from one spot to another. But there was something different about the resistance the door put up today. Shoving his shoulder against the wood almost made it... bounce.

Strange.

Briefly considering rounding the hut to climb out the window, Sawyer gave his door one last, lengthy shove, until he felt something skidding against dirt, slipping through the cracked opening, only to stumble, his hands grabbing onto something that felt distinctly familiar. Almost like heavy-duty shrink wrap. The sound of ruffling papers fluttered in the distance, and pages upon pages spilled out over the dirt in any number of brilliant colors, with cars, trucks, and SUVs on each cover.

But, aside from a moment's confusion as to why it looked like every issue of Car and Driver magazine had appeared on his doorstop, what drew Sawyer's attention the most was a heavy pallet of toilet paper blocking entrance to his home. Toilet paper.

Charmin's, looked like.

"The hell?"

[ Yes, that's right. All of Car and Driver magazine has turned up on Sawyer's doorstep. As well as a year's supply of Charmin's best toilet paper. This post is dated January 25th, but will be linked to the main comm in February. ST/LT welcome, no limit on tags, open to all. ]

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He grew more gentle as she came down from her high, fingers splayed over her thigh so he could gauge where she was, how hard he needed to press, or whether he needed to back down. Once the shiver passed from her breath, Sawyer laughed, pressing a gentle kiss against her inner thigh before he shifted up on the bed, ignoring the uncomfortable pulse of his blood as he came to a rest by her side, trying for levity as he leaned against his elbow. His hand gently raked up her side, a light brush of fingers until they traced under her chin while he leaned in for another kiss, slow and gentle.

"Not too bad?" he asked, grinning as he pulled out of the kiss, head coming to a rest on one of his substantial pillows. Trying best to calm his body down, or to slow the speed of his thoughts, he carefully kept his eyes above her shoulders. Sometimes, one simply had to let a girl enjoy the afterglow— and the last thing that Sawyer cared to assume was that she'd return the favor.

That said, hiding his interest wasn't nearly as simple with his clothes off.

"Not too bad," Lily echoed in reply, giving a soft laugh. It was better than not too bad, but all she could do was agree with him. For a moment she remained where she was, stretched out on his bed, her muscles slowly relaxing bit by bit as she came down. Every so often, a tremor would run through her, a shiver tracking slowly down her spine. She turned onto her side, her hand coming to rest on his stomach before she slowly began to walk her fingers up his chest, turning at the same time, moving until she was straddling his hips again. She could feel him, the length of him rubbing against the inside of her thigh and she leaned down to kiss him again, slow and deep, her hips moving only slightly as she did.

"Tell me," she murmured, pulling back from the kiss briefly, "that you have a condom somewhere in here." If he didn't, she was more than happy to find another way to return the favour, but she wanted to feel him inside of her now. The desire was almost palpable, snaking through her, her muscles shivering with it.

Her lips traced the line of his jaw again, hands sliding down his chest before she sat up and smiled down at him. She moved her hips again slowly, her lower lip pulled between her teeth again, both hands braced against his chest.

He drew in a quick breath between his teeth when she moved to straddle him again, his erection pressed hit against her thigh, enough that he had to blink to keep from rolling his eyes back. Not a teenager anymore, he tried to remind himself, not a teenager, no point in getting as worked up as he felt, his heart pounding in anticipation against his chest as she kissed him deep, his face flushed as he returned the favor eagerly, still tasting her on his lips as his tongue brushed against her own. With all of her skin still available to the touch, his hands ran down her sides, down the curve of her rear, and every movement drew a deep groan as he felt himself pressing closer to her.

"Nightstand," he breathed, already feeling lightheaded as he gestured vaguely in the direction of the stand by his bed. "I'd get it myself, but I ain't exactly too eager to come out from under right now."

Nor was he too eager to push his luck, but that much he kept silent, hidden behind a lazy grin.

With another smile, Lily stretched out over Sawyer slowly, reaching for the stand beside his bed to find what she was looking for. Neither of them needed to move very far, not for this, and after a few seconds of feeling around blindly, her fingers closed down on the slim package and she pulled it back with her.

"No need to go anywhere," she answered, sliding down his body slightly, taking him in her free hand. He looked good, stretched out on the bed under her and she grinned as she took him in, her hand moving slowly, stroking up and down, the condom held absently in her other hand. It wouldn't take her long once she was no longer distracted, but for a second, all she could really do was watch and stare, take in the movements of his body, the shifting of muscle under skin.

Leaning over, she brushed her mouth over his chest as she opened the package quickly, then pulled back again to take him in her hand and roll the condom down slowly, watching his face the entire time.

Deciding what to do with his eyes somehow became the most difficult decision, brought to the forefront of his mind. On one hand, he wanted to see Lily in full, drink in the look of her as she straddled him, the curve of her hips and her tousled hair. On the other, closing his eyes would have meant focusing on the sensations alone, the sudden stretch of fire which shot down his spine and pooled in his abdomen, hips lifting lightly off the bed to thrust against her hand, too eager. In the end, he settled for shutting his eyes slowly to a close, thumb brushing over her hip as he exhaled through his teeth, feeling his pulse against the palm of her hand as she rolled the condom down.

"Tease," he accused her, voice hoarse and thumb tracing circles over her skin. "You're nothin' but a big tease, Lil'."

"Just enjoying the moment," she shot back softly, the words whispered against his chest before she lifted her head again, her hair falling over her shoulder. For a moment, she hovered over him, one hand on his chest, the other still holding him and then she wet her lips, her gaze trained on his face as she slowly let the weight out of her legs. It was, really, about enjoying this, the moment between the two of them, the pressure of him slowly pressing inside of her. The warmth of his skin under her fingers, the feel of his thumb on her hip. It was about being present, right here, with nothing else in the world in her mind.

With both hands braced on his chest, Lily relaxed back entirely, a soft breath escaping her. Her lips parted and she leaned down, finding Sawyer's mouth with her own, the kiss harder, less soft than before. Slowly, her hips rocked back, a gentle rhythm beginning, though she was too distracted with the kiss, for the moment, to do much more than shift back and forth slightly.

Sawyer glanced over with a skeptical grin, catching her gaze and holding it as best as he could before she leaned in too close to focus, her lips still warm and soft as he pulled her closer with an inhale, tugging lightly at her hair, his own scalp still tingling from when she'd tugged at him earlier. He'd never known this part to be as enjoyable to the woman. Women had been, in his experience, far more excited by having her needs attended to. But then again, that was the type of woman that he'd chased after all those years, the ones who needed him most. Starved for attention.

Lily was hardly that.

His eyes fluttered to a close as he slowly pushed into her, slick heat enveloping him from all around, his own pulse quickening as heat shot down below. With a gasp between his teeth, he leaned forward, trying to keep his hips from bucking as he pressed his lips against the side of her neck, stifling a groan.

At first, she moved slowly, her hips rolling more than anything, a leisurely movement that was probably closer to teasing than anything, and she closed her eyes with a grin. His hands in her hair, his mouth on her throat, she was enjoying the moment, exactly as she'd told him and another slow lick of heat worked through her, sending a shiver through her muscles. She wasn't going to be able to keep up with this slow pace for much longer and her legs trembled slightly, her fingers curling under, hands still braced against Sawyer's chest.

A whispered moan escaped her, her back arched slightly as the pace and rhythm of her hips began to pick up. For now she was leading, but she had no problem relinquishing that power if he wanted it. Her skin was slick now, too warm in the hut, but she didn't care, wasn't even aware of it very clearly. What she wanted was more. More of him, more of this. She always wanted more.

There was a certain amount of relief that Sawyer felt in relinquishing control over to Lily, not needing to think too much on what she'd enjoy, or how he was making her feel. But increasingly, he felt heat coiling in his stomach, muscles tensing and shuddering against the restraint that he barely managed to show, muffled groans behind his lips and hands wrapping around her breasts, massaging her nipples with a swipe of his thumbs, then another.

Eventually, he couldn't help himself.

Sitting up to wrap an arm around her waist, Sawyer flipped the both of them over, knees catching in the bedspread and hips rocking against hers, grinding fast. "Lil," he repeated, voice straining as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against her throat, her jaw, and crushed his lips to hers with a slight cry.

There was something about the sudden release from restraint that always got to Lily and a desperate tremor raced through her when she found herself suddenly flipped over, Sawyer's arm strong around her. One hand fisted in the sheet under her, bracing herself, her hips lifting to meet his as the other arm slipped around him, her fingers splayed on his back. She could feel his muscles flexing under her hand, his skin warm and her head tipped back as another moan escaped before Sawyer's mouth was pressed to hers and the sound was lost to his lips.

She shifted under him, hooking her leg higher around him, her hips lifting further off the bed as she kissed him, though it was messy, hardly a kiss anymore as all. Breathing hard against his mouth, Lily's fingers tightened, twisting in the sheet, holding onto his shoulder desperately as her body moved with his, matched the ragged rhythm.

"I can't—"

He couldn't hold on, quickly losing all semblance of concentration, every last thread of him focused on maintaining his breath, now inconstant with the rise and fall as he drove into her, again, and then again, as though the two of them could break all barriers and live within each other, as part of one another, and his entire body felt swollen in the wake. When he came, it was with a ragged tear through his throat, a shout that he pressed against the side of her neck as every muscle in his body clenched, protested, as though holding energy back, or perhaps holding it in— the difference wasn't clear.

Shoulders grinding into the mattress, Sawyer's hips jerked forward with less and less force, but his fingers sought out her clit again and pressed hard, circling, willing himself to bring her there a second time before caving into exhaustion.

"Oh, God," Lily gasped, the feeling of his fingers unexpected and that much more powerful because of it. Her body jerked, muscles clenched tight and it didn't take long at all, couldn't have taken long, not with so much pleasure already coursing through her. Her fingers clenched, hanging onto him as her body pressed into the touch, her back arched, skin against skin, nothing between them as the muscles in her body tightened nearly to the point of pain. The second she forced them to relax, another wave of pleasure rose through her and she groaned as she came, eyes closed, hips pressed against his fingers.

Slowly, she began to relax, sinking back against the mattress, though she couldn't bring herself to move more than that, her arm still wrapped around him, her leg hitched up against his hip. A smile curved her lips and she turned her head slightly, found his mouth in a lazy kiss. Her hand softened on his shoulder, fingers trailing a slow path up the side of his neck and into his hair. This part she enjoyed almost as much as everything else, the moment after, when everything felt soft and slightly out of focus and nothing was more important than being right here.

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."

"You know where to find me," Lily teased, although she wasn't entirely joking. She was relaxed as well, warm in his hut, under the blanket he was pulling over them and she pressed against his side, still enjoying the touch of his skin against hers. It still felt like little sparks were going off under her skin, pins and needles spreading through her fingertips and toes that faded as her breathing slowed and returned to normal.

And he seemed distracted, which had been the original purpose of everything. It wasn't the only reason she'd turned to him and told him to kiss her, far from it, but it had been the line that had led into it and she certainly didn't regret offering. There had been a few reservations at first, but that had been weeks ago now. There was no sense pretending that they hadn't all slipped away, one by one, until Lily knew she wanted him and knew there was no good reason not to let him know.

"Wouldn't you say your day has turned around?" she asked with a gentle grin.

He snorted under his breath, feeling practically boneless as his hand continued to brush through her hair, nose resting somewhere by her temple, none of the small touches or physicality spared. He'd always enjoyed being somewhat of a tactile person, even if circumstance often had Sawyer using that knowledge against a person, knowing exactly how to hold a woman to make her trust him, knowing where to touch to make her feel as though he knew her to the core. The difference was, he didn't have any ulterior motive just then.

"Now, don't develop too much of an ego," he breathed, dropping another press of his lips to her skin. "But I guess you could say that. Got a new way to put up with all the crap the island pulls."

Not that he planned on seeking her out whenever upset, Sawyer reminded himself. That'd gotten him into trouble before.

Lily laughed softly, then stretched under the blanket, toes pointed until she could feel the pull in her calves before she relaxed again into the warmth of Sawyer's body. "Don't worry, I'll keep my ego in check," she promised, but she couldn't say that she was sad about his assessment. There was a variety of reasons for it, not the least of which being that she'd wanted to cheer him up. It was far from the only reason, though, even if she didn't -- or wouldn't -- say it.

"You don't have to wait until the island pulls something," she murmured, reaching up to sweep her hair off her face, letting it fan out around her. In reality, she hadn't had to wait for it either, but something had always stopped her until this morning, even if she didn't know exactly what it was, couldn't put a name on it. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. Neither of them had stopped themselves this time and she was glad for it.

There were certain memories that Sawyer held very closely to heart, memories that he wasn't capable of brushing past with the mere passage of time. One, in particular, was had in a climate much like this one, with bugs buzzing in the background and the sun bright overhead, with a woman in his arms, her hair tickling the side of his arm. He remembered it very well. Keenly, he would've even said. And it had the unfortunate effect of making Sawyer realize all of the reasons for which she might've held silent, as well as he suspected that he knew what was in her heart.

Leaning down, he kissed Lily tenderly on the temple, if only because it was the only way he could think of to express his feelings without being somehow dishonest. The words, the definitions, the terms were all things that he felt incapable of settling just then, but the possibility itself lingered on, and Sawyer had no desire of closing that door anytime soon.

Hopefully she would understand that.

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