[NFB & NWS]

[conathon]

Coming from the bar, Sawyer unlocked the West Attic door and flung it open. He was drunk and Tempe was being cute to him. Flicking on the low lights as if not to blind him, he kicked the door shut and turned to push her back against it.

"You can keep being suave now." His voice a low, husky tone.

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[fatalvoyage]

Between the feathery kisses she was currently trying to shower his face and neck with, she managed to speak. "I think I used up all of my suaveness. If I was still being suave, I'd be leading you to that bed over there and trying to seduce you."

[conathon]

Sawyer breathed deep, hand searching for the door lock. After locking it behind her as she covered him with kisses, he leaned over and scooped her up in his arms. He walked in a swaying motion to his room and kicked open the door. "What have I done to you?" He said with a grin as he layed her down on his bed.

Liquid courage.

[fatalvoyage]

"Corrupted me, obviously," was Tempe's reply. The reply came, of course, while she was trying to divest him of his shirt, and keep their lips attached at the same time, so it may have sounded a little mumbled.

She paused a moment in her actions and looked into his eyes. "Should we really be doing this right now? I mean, I'm kind of taking advantage of your inebriated state here."

[conathon]

Peeling the shirt over his head, he tossed it against the wall and it crumpled to the floor. When she stopped, he was momentarily confused as her words filtered in through his drunk brain.

"Huh? Yeah. You're not taking advantage of me." Dipping down his head to catch her lips in a kiss, his hands sliding up her shirt.