There were times when teasing was the right thing to do, but under the influence of alcohol and suddenly feeling the press of hips against his own, Sawyer couldn't imagine that this was one of them. He tried, of course. Tried to hold out and to pay those little attentions to her— a thumb hooked subtly under the elastic of her underwear, a hand which slowly kneaded at the muscles of her back, right around where her bra clasp had been only minutes before. Tried because, well, it was a matter of principle. Fast and dirty had its place, but when it wasn't necessary to fit such a night in a short period of time, better to have it last. But there was also the very real fact that Sawyer had not had intercourse in months, and the eager little sighs which fluttered from her lips were only further encouraging him, fingers pressing into her back.

He couldn't manage a single word right then, only helped to throw his pair of boxers over the jeans and hooked a thumb to ease her underwear the rest of the way down as well, feeling the fold of sheets under his knee as he pressed his hand against her. His breath caught by her ear, once, then twice, before he hiked her leg around his hip at last, letting out a deep groan at the feel of her, slowing down to better orient himself.