Evan's fingers stroked and squeezed greedily at Sasha's encouragement and he shuddered beneath her as she spoke into his neck. Rational thought was shorted out for a moment, lost in a haze of want, and he almost elected to stay. They were both the better part of naked anyway--but there was so much more they could do to each other behind closed doors.

"Hold on tight," he rasped into the delicate shell of her ear. His hand gripped with more purpose as he rose to his knees, and from there to his feet. Strength was not the issue--he had that to spare, and Sasha was such a light, little thing--but he only had the one free hand to collect their clothes with.

Still, where there was a will, there was a way--and Evan was very, very motivated to find a way. It took some creative rearranging, but eventually he managed to get the both of them and their clothes off the training field and into the privacy of his room.