Sharon froze a little when he stepped away from her. It wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting, but then she watched Lee order the men out. For privacy, maybe? She smiled a little bit to herself to see how smug he looked sitting in that chair. She'd gotten to him, somehow, someway.

"Needs come in different forms." Right now, Sharon needed contact. She needed a place that felt like a home... and she knew that she wasn't going to get any of that with Helo. How could it be possible? Even if she loved him terribly, what could he do? Marry her and have her move into some personal quarters on the ship? Right, like that would happen.

But Lee, here, right now... this was a chance for her to get both of the things she needed. She stepped closer to him, looking down, and then kneeled between his legs. "I could use a bed. Even a couch. Something a little bit softer and more comforting than a frakking cot. Something that makes me feel like I'm not going to be a prisoner for the rest of my life." Her hands ran up and down his inner thighs as she spoke, and finally slipped back inside to stroke him again.

"And I need to touch someone," she whispered as her fingers gripped him tightly. "No phones, no glass partitions..." Her mouth hovered over the bulge in his trousers and she blew hot air along it. "I need to know that I'm still alive..."

Her hand began to move faster as she licked her lips, looking up at Lee.

"What do you need?"