okay, who's the head honcho here?

[confidenceman]

"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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[confidenceman]

"Half the day could be a good compromise," Sawyer replied with a arch of his brow and a slight nod. His eyes traced over the outline of the pallet off to the side, fighting back the urge to laugh, or joke, or crack wise when a part of him felt like doing anything but. Three months it'd been since Kate left— only three months. That amount of time once passed so quickly, he thought to himself. But on the island, everything felt that shade of aimless, hopeless, and the only wash of motion came from clinging to one another.

He'd spent so much of his time trying to escape the first island, but the second one left him fighting less. Stepping closer, he wondered if that was hesitation that he felt in her stance, heard in her voice, giving her actions pause.

Feeling foolish for it, he reached out to curiously tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze wandered to the side not long after.

"Could've had better timing," he remarked, the toilet paper not being his favorite of backdrops.

[notfaking_it]

A laugh escaped Lily as her gaze was drawn to the toilet paper as well, unable to help herself. In general, life was funny, nothing was neat and things were impossible to plan, especially when living somewhere like this, a place where toilet paper appeared out of nowhere. But whether or not it was there, she had no complaints and she looked back to Sawyer, another smile curving her lips as he tucked her hair back.

Shifting closer to him, she lay one palm flat against his chest before her shoulders lifted in a slow shrug. "Timing isn't everything," she said simply, though maybe it was. Maybe this was the timing that was meant to have happened. Lily didn't necessarily put a lot of stock in fate or things happening for a reason, but she also wasn't one to question when things did happen or why. Things happened and whether it was through free will or fate, she didn't find herself worrying about it.

Slowly, she pushed up onto her toes, bringing herself a little closer to him. "So do you want help cleaning up the mess first?" she asked, but she was grinning as she spoke.

[confidenceman]

He found that his mouth was suddenly dry, and from this close of a distance, he could catch every hint of color in the flecks of her irises, the splay of her lashes over skin, and it was enough at once that he simply wanted to brush any errant strands of hair away, hand moving to gently cover her shoulder. The touch was too lingering to be strictly platonic, but neither did he want to assume. Perhaps most of all, he just didn't want to change things for the worse. Inaction he could deal with, in theory.

But he was finding that the amount of self-control he had was quick to change, and even faster to slip away. Pressing his lips tightly together, he continued to run his palm down the side of her arm, eyes narrowing that minute amount.

"Mess might take a whole day, I'm afraid," he pointed out, eyes briefly dipping to where her hand rested on his chest.

He found that he didn't mind the weight.

[notfaking_it]

The hand on her arm was warm, heavier than she expected somehow, but it was a good weight. And maybe it was a cliché, but she could still feel where he'd been touching her, faint prickles of electricity left behind as his hand ran down from her shoulder. Her fingers curled slightly, one hooked gently in the collar of his shirt, and she smiled up at him, a different smile, the teasing gone from it as she watched the way he looked down at her hand.

"Then forget about it and kiss me already," she answered, not knowing the words were going to come out until they did. She hadn't had time to think about what she might say and she was glad for it. All the ways in which this could be a mistake were outweighed by all the things about it that could be good. Lily had never worried much about making a mistake and she didn't want to start now, not in this moment.

Not when his hand on her skin felt this good.

[confidenceman]

"You got it, Pavlova," Sawyer breathed, the instruction all the push he needed to lean in until his lips captured her own. He'd spent time actively trying not to think about this, about the possibility of a kiss, of something more, because of the countless uncertainties, and he went in without any expectations. Was surprised by the soft touch of her lips, if only because he hadn't tried to imagine them at all. His breath left him in a deep exhale, almost a growl on the tip of his tongue as his left hand brushed up her side and came to a rest by her neck, calloused fingertips brushing against the soft skin there. His right arm took the liberty of wrapping around her waist, but did not pull her to him yet.

Because the last thing he wanted to do was overstep, even if in some ways, he suspected that he already had.

Her hair fell over her hand, strands tickling his skin, and Sawyer allowed his lips to part, tongue sweeping over her lip and pressing until it traced the edge of her teeth. She tasted like something sweet, but tart. Pineapple, possibly.

[notfaking_it]

Gently, Lily's body swayed forward, the pressure of his arm around her waist more than enough of an invitation for her to press against him. The hand on his chest slid up, fingers brushing against the side of his neck before her hand pushed slowly into his hair and her lips parted, tongue moving slowly to meet his for a brief moment. A shiver raced up her spine as a soft breath escaped, a gentle exhale as her eyes slipped closed and she pressed the kiss slowly deeper.

He was so much taller than she was, but she drew up further, rising onto her toes, her body pressed to his, taking in the warmth coming off him. She'd thought about this more than once, thought about kissing him, about being this close to him and Lily knew she'd wanted to do this since the day she'd run into him on the beach.

There was a brush of stubble against her skin, accompanied by the sensation of his fingers on her neck, rough skin against smooth and the feeling sent another surge of want through her. Her other hand settled back on his chest, fingertips curling slightly to make it clear that he didn't have to hold back with her.

[confidenceman]

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.

[notfaking_it]

A flush of warmth heated her, coursing through her body when he lifted her and Lily wrapped her other arm around him, surprised to find her breath already quickening. She wanted more of this, more of his hands on her, more of his mouth and her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one as her head tipped back. A smile curved her lips as he spoke, then disappeared almost as quickly as his mouth moved over her skin and she arched toward him.

They were inside now, she was aware of that much, aware that there was a bed somewhere in the vicinity, but her focus was on the last button of his shirt. Her fingers fumbled, the pushed it through and her hands slid back up, over the expanse of his chest, over his warm skin until she reached his shoulders and pushed the material back. One of her sandals slipped off, barely noticed by Lily at all. She was too caught up in the walk across the room, in his mouth, the way his stubble rasped against her skin, his arms under her hands.

"Shit," she said with a soft laugh as she tripped on her other sandal, then kicked it off, leaving it behind on the floor.

[confidenceman]

He laughed against her throat, a low rumble against the teeth drawing gentle lines down her neck, when he heard the sound of a sandal hitting the ground. And the laughter that he heard from side when the second soon followed sent his head rushing, delirious over having somehow caused that, laughter and happiness in this woman who had constantly stayed by his side and never complained. It wasn't the only thing which fueled heated skin— it couldn't have been, for both passion and loyalty were necessary— but it sent his heart aching in a slow burn as he continued stepping back, free hand drawing lines down her spine.

"Took the words right outta my mouth," he murmured.

Calves hitting the side of his bed, he laughed again, whirling the both of them around and holding her waist close to his own as he laid her down on the mattress. Hands newly freed, he shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the ground before resting his palm on the side of her thigh. Capturing her lips again, he continued to kiss in time with the hand which carefully traced up her side, until his fingers could slip under the hem of both shirts, a groan caught in his throat at the feel of her skin.

[notfaking_it]

She could feel that laugh all through her body, the vibrations moving across her skin and a soft groan escaped her as they moved, bodies shifting together, toward the bed. Before she could even open her eyes to see it, Lily felt Sawyer walk into the bed and then he was turning her, too quickly for her to resist -- not that she would have -- and a moment later she was laid out on the mattress, watching as he dropped his shirt to the ground, her gaze tracing the lines of his arms, his chest, his shoulders.

When he kissed her, both her hands pushed into his hair, holding him close to her. Her body pushed up, arching into his touch on her skin and she could feel how badly she wanted more than that, his skin pressed against hers, heated and flushed, too warm and yet exactly what she craved. Her hands slid down the back of his neck, the broad expanse of his back, until she reached the hem of his jeans where her fingers turned in, nails dragging lightly across his skin.

Then she was hooking her hands in the hem of her tank tops, pulling them up even as she nipped lightly at his lower lip. With a smile, she pulled away just enough to catch Sawyer's gaze, then tugged the fabric of her shirts over her head, her hair fanning out as she tossed them away.

[confidenceman]

Static leaped between his skin and her own, snapping in the air, drawing a surprised chuckle from his lips. He indulged himself for a second, running his fingers through her hair, each strand straight as a pin, smooth as silk, and his lips brushed by her hairline, finding something so unfamiliar in that small detail alone. Her hair was finer, somehow. The colors varied. And before he allowed himself to fall too deeply, he brushed that same open-mouthed kiss to her cheek, teeth grazing against the curve of her smile as he slid them further back on the mattress until his knees straddled her on either side.

Her skin newly bare, Sawyer shivered as he kneaded his fingers against her back, then up her side until the pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple, teasing. Wordlessly, he shifted until he found that heated stretch of skin by her throat, sucking just lightly enough to keep from making a mark. Maybe it was fast. Maybe it was too fast. But he couldn't think of a single reason to slow down, aside from that ever-present fear, deeply buried for the moment, that opening one door necessarily meant closing another.

His mind was too far gone to dwell on that.

[notfaking_it]

Goosebumps rose on Lily's skin at the feel of his thumb, his mouth, and she ran her hands up his legs on either side of her, fingers sliding over denim, wishing fiercely it was already gone. There was nothing, though, nothing at all preventing her from doing this for as long as she wanted, as long as they wanted, drawing it out, touching and moving and driving herself just about crazy with it. Whatever parts of her that had been worrying before, had been wondering if this was a good idea, they were gone. She'd forgotten them or assuaged the fears, but it was gone and she couldn't let herself think beyond this moment and the next.

At the feel of his mouth on her throat, a soft gasp escaped her and Lily's hands rose higher, over his thighs, his hips, before one slipped between them and she rubbed the heel of her palm against him slowly. Her movements were distracted, though, caught up in the sensation of his mouth against her skin and her back bowed slightly, arching toward him, trying to press closer still.

The last time she had been here, she'd been worried about him, wanted to help him in any way she could and doing something like this had crossed her mind. But now, for the moment, she was glad she hadn't, glad that it was happening now instead of then, instead of being connected with that period of time.

[confidenceman]

A quick breath escaped him, snagging on his teeth as he felt her hand move to palm against him, his nose pressing against her jaw as he attempted to stifle a growl. Finding him not entirely successful, his hips jerked forward, pressing into the slow, steady movement, pressure coiling low in his abdomen with a fire that he set to his kisses instead, trailing them down her side, along the curve of her breast. He was already hard, almost painfully so, and had half a mind to laugh at himself for having so little self-restraint. Or perhaps, he thought instead, perhaps it wasn't the effect of time or being in any way denied, but instead a result of Lily being what she was. Special. Full of life and laughter, and every bit as magnetic as the dark color of her eyes.

Fingers tracing lightly over her abdomen, Sawyer's hand soon moved down to cup her in return, pressing steadily through cloth as his free hand brushed along her thigh, wrapping her leg as well as he could around his waist. Had he been hastier, more desperate, chances were they'd be laid bare, but a part of him preferred it this way. Not slow, exactly, but steady. Every step along the way a chance for him to step back, if he felt this too much, or potentially a mistake.

Continuing to hold her as closely as he could, pressed flush to his body, Sawyer traced his tongue around darker skin, hot kisses pressed against her breast, nipple worried between gentle teeth. More important than having his own fun was ensuring that she had hers.

It seemed right for her personality.

[notfaking_it]

"God," she moaned softly, hips arching toward the touch, a startled laugh very nearly escaping her at the same time. Through his jeans she could feel him, feel that he was hard and it brought another whispered noise to her lips before her free hand ran up his arm, then down his back, her hand spread over his shoulder, fingers trailing over muscle, warm skin, until they reached the waist of his jeans again. Then both hands were between their bodies, her fingers working on his belt even as her head fell back again.

He was pressed so close to her, no room for her to move and it worked, she didn't want to, wanted instead for more of everything. His teeth on her skin sent heat surging through her body, and her leg tightened around him in response, trying to draw him closer still.

Then, without warning, she arched against him briefly. She was small, but still strong enough for her intention to be clear and a grin curved her lips as she tried to turn them over on the mattress. He was paying so much attention her, to every inch of her and she wanted the same opportunity, to run her hands and her mouth over him, to give him to cause to make those noises again. Wetting her lips with her tongue, she finally managed to undo his belt and then slid her hands to his hair, to either side of his jaw, turning his face to look up at her.

[confidenceman]

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.

[notfaking_it]

Grinning in response, Lily stretched out over the length of Sawyer's body, letting him draw her closer, her hands sliding down to either side of his neck. As she moved, her hips arched down slowly, creating friction between them, a purposeful movement as her lips found the line of his jaw. The hut was warm, the air heavy and Lily could feel her skin growing slick, his skin under her hands, under her mouth and he tasted of it as she dragged her teeth gently down the column of his throat.

She had no idea how a day that had started with toilet paper and magazines had ended up here, but she couldn't be bothered to think on it long. Only the promise of half a day was still there and she grinned again, unable to stop herself, her lips curving against his skin.

With another slow roll of her hips, she moved back to hover over him, meeting his gaze for a moment, that smile still in place before she leaned in to meet his mouth in another deep kiss. It was long, slow, her tongue tracing gently when her lips parted, a soft breath escaping. There was a part of her that genuinely thought she could do this all day, stay in this hut, in this bed, do whatever they wanted, forget that there was anything outside. At least for now.

[confidenceman]

There were times over the years when Sawyer had asked himself that inevitable and unanswerable question of whether or not that feeling of loneliness that had lodged itself in his heart the day his parents died would always persist. It was a question which made him contrary on the best of days, sometimes convinced that he would retain that same hollow in his life even after Anthony Cooper's death, and then at turns convinced that he'd moved past it in some way already. He was rarely on his own anymore. That had ended with the island, being forced to live the same lives as those around him for an extended period of time, and gradually, unavoidably learning about them and who they'd been prior to the island. Discovering with them who they were bound to become. On Tabula Rasa, that feeling of isolation had lingered to some degree, but with increasing frequency, found itself pushed into the very corner of his thoughts.

Lying there with Lily, it hardly even crossed his mind at all, save for that hopeful beat of his heart against his chest, the one that tempered the touch of his hand as he slid his fingers into her hair, leaning into the kiss with a soft and yearning moan, tongue meeting her own and finding that she tasted sweet still.

Completely out of control of his own actions, Sawyer arched his hips up, the movement unsteady, as she pressed down against him. He felt his length, too warm and too aware, press against her thigh, and he gasped lightly when she shifted— whether purposely or not, he couldn't tell. His own fingers raked down her back, rested by her hips, and slipped deviously underneath the elastic pull of her underwear, thumb tracing that spot underneath her hip in a smooth, circular fashion, before starting to ease all of the fabric down, wanting more skin, wanting more of her, and wanting it never to stop.

[notfaking_it]

Never one to question her decisions or regret the past, Lily nevertheless found herself wondering why they hadn't done this sooner. Why she hadn't put his name down the first time they'd met, why they hadn't admitted to themselves that they wanted this and even as the questions uncurled, she knew she couldn't answer them. Didn't want to answer them, maybe, knew the answers already and preferred not to think on them. What she wanted was right here. The rest didn't matter.

Straddling his hips, she held her weight on her knees and slid both hands down his chest as they kissed, reaching between them for the button and zipper of his jeans. The touch of his thumb on her hip, his fingers on the skin just under the line of her underwear brought a soft gasp to her lips. She broke the kiss and sat up, her lower lip pulled between her teeth even as she smiled down at him. Her fingers curved into the waist of his jeans and she shifted on his hips, tugging them down gently, moving back only long enough to pull them off entirely. Then she was at his hips again and her body bent, her lips and teeth following the line of his ribs. Her hands slid up his chest, her mouth following the path they took until she reached his lips again and grinned against them.

It was hard not to smile, even with his hands on her -- maybe especially with his hands on her -- and her fingers traced down his side, nails trailing lightly until she reached the line of his boxers and slipped under.

[confidenceman]

He was quickly learning how to temper his surprise, his brows raising only mildly when she shifted against him next, lips curved in an indulgent smile. It was, like everything else tended to be with her, an easy decision. He didn't have to worry about breaking her heart, now that she knew he wasn't all smiles. Now that she knew that his background was a whole hell of a lot darker than anything she'd seen on Tabula Rasa. Blank slates didn't suit him. They were just like painting a fresh coat on top of everything else; it'd all come wearing off soon.

So he would enjoy this, leaning up into her lips, his hand running up against her neck again, weaving through her hair, fingers tightening and tugging insistently at her hair. He hummed against her lips when he felt her palm brush against his length, sucking lightly at her tongue, nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth and worrying it still. His hand brushed her hair over her shoulder, eyes lidded and glancing over, enjoying the look, before his palm brushed down her side. Grinning against her lips, he decided to return the favor, hand slipping under her panties, finger sliding along the heat of her.

[notfaking_it]

At the touch of his fingers against her, a shiver raced down Lily's spine, uncontrollable, and her body responded to him, undulating toward him without a thought. Her fingers wrapped around him, warm and hard in her hand and she made a soft noise against his mouth. All her senses felt heightened, more sensitive to touch, the taste of him on her lips more obvious, the sound of his breathing and Lily pressed forward, kissing him harder and deeper, her breasts pressed to his chest.

It was good, everything about the moment was good, but she wanted more, too. More of him, more of his skin pressed to hers and she hooked her fingers in the waist of his boxers to tug them down gently. It was overwhelming in a way, the desire, the want, but she breathed out softly against his mouth and her eyes opened to look at him for just a moment. Steadying. Then she grinned again, her gaze tracing the curve of his mouth before she looked up to meet his eyes, her hand working all the while to pull away the second to last barrier between the two of them.

[confidenceman]

He'd never had a reason to be embarrassed by the looks that women gave him once declothed; this occasion was no exception. That said, he knew that there was still a step in it, to remove practically any barriers which stood between the two of them, his hands working to slide her panties down as well, lingering by the smooth curve of her ass, which got a sharp and playful slap. It was less a matter of seeing each other, and more of the intimacy, the touch; he could hardly tell now, laying with her, where she ended and he began. His eyes watched her in wonder, reverence, before he leaned up to capture her lips again, greater desperation as his teeth clacked once against her own, a laugh following at his misstep.

Turning the both of them over again, his length still jerking once into the warmth of her palm, Sawyer pressed kisses down the side of her neck, teeth nipping at the skin there until it grew pink under the touch. Over and over, his fingers swept over her heat, thumb brushing by her clit as his kisses continued down the smooth planes of her abdomen. A relatively slow progress gave her ample time to protest, but something told Sawyer that she probably wouldn't mind this all too much as he pressed kisses to her inner thigh, trying not to be too rough with her skin.

[notfaking_it]

A bright, surprised laugh escaped Lily at the teasing slap, which she appreciated all the more. Anyone who was able to laugh during sex, willing to have fun, that was someone she wanted to be around and she wasn't at all surprised to discover Sawyer was equally playful. As he turned them, she kissed him harder, arching into the touch, the kiss, all of it. Another laugh slipped out when his teeth hit hers, but it didn't hurt, was barely a moment's distraction as she felt him touching her and his mouth slid down the side of her neck.

Her hand twisted around him, a brief touch until he slipped out of her grasp, his entire body moving down the lengths of hers and Lily gasped softly. His touch was perfect, the feel of his lips on her stomach, then her thigh. Everything was heightened and she could feel every press of his mouth, the brush of his thumb and her eyes slipped closed again as her head fell back onto the bed. Every touch was good, every kiss he pressed to her skin and she moaned softly in anticipation. Her body wanted to press toward his mouth, but she forced her hips back down to the bed, wanting to enjoy every moment.

[confidenceman]

There was only so much that a man could wax poetic about sex, but Sawyer was pretty sure, for once, of the reasons why everything about this moment was slow, sensuous, intimate. It came down to the very thing that he'd said to her on that short little five minute date, that he didn't really want to set a time limit to their interaction, didn't want to call it after five minutes, and that same take extended here. Of course they could be finished in no amount of time at all; Sawyer knew how to quickly encourage a woman to climax. As different as each woman was, there were some things that held common between them, the sheer result of anatomy.

But with her, that rush wasn't necessary. His lips continued to trail along her thigh, soft and careful, even as his thumb continued to circle around her clit, increasing in pressure whenever he felt that moan on her lips. His free hand splayed over her hip, that edge that he ran over, skin taut under his fingers, muscles shifting in time with his touch. And without warning, his tongue slid against her slick heat, the taste of her making his breath quicken as lips met again, the tip of his tongue placing where fingers had been only moments ago.

[notfaking_it]

"Jesus." The word came out torn between a laugh and a whisper and Lily's body jerked unexpectedly at the sudden press of his tongue against her. Her hand slid down, fingers tangling in his hair as a shiver worked through her and the muscles along her legs tensed and relaxed again, as she forced herself to keep control, remain calm. This wasn't anything new to her, the act of being with someone, skin on skin, the feel of his mouth on her, but it was different all the same. Thinking on that for too long or too hard was impossible at a time like this and she contented herself with just knowing it was different. Somehow it was.

"God, Sawyer," she murmured, opening her eyes and lifting her head just enough to look down at him. Already, it felt like every part of her skin was especially sensitive, every shift of his head or his hand dragging another tremor from her, but she liked that he was taking her time. She wet her lips slowly, watching him, her fingers still twined gently in his hair, not pulling, just resting against his scalp, moving back and forth slowly in time with her muscles tensing under his hand.

[confidenceman]

"Y'like that?" he grinned, looking altogether too pleased with her response and with himself for a change. There were certain things that Sawyer trusted himself to perform relatively well on, and this just so happened to be one of them, the ability to feel another person's body, to gauge their response, to care in that moment only for them, and not think on his own welfare. Lily made it easier than most, the effort not one that he could see stopping after a night or two, or driven by a need for cash to otherwise sustain his lifestyle. No, caring for her came naturally, that undefinable sense of self that settled whenever he was in her company, that push to be a better man— but more importantly, a collected one.

He continued to hum, eyes falling shut as she tugged at his hair, enjoying that anchor as he slides another finger in to follow the first, curling inside her, slow and torturous, yet insistent all the same. Perhaps some part of him should have felt mildly embarrassed at the way he was rutting into the mattress, needing friction, but unwilling to direct any attention away from her. In the end, his own desperation fueled the level of insistence that he held with her, fingers moving at a faster pace, lips closing around her and sucking gently, waiting to find the right response.