Cooperation. Was that what she would be doing? No, part of her wanted it, she knew that much -- otherwise she wouldn't have said so. So when Lee pushed his clothes off, he'd asked her for something he needed, too.

"I'd like to think that you might be able to understand me and where I'm coming from, Lee," she whispered before lowering her mouth on top of him, swirling her tongue and sucking softly. It felt... good. Touch. Taste. He was different than Helo, but that was what she was looking for right now. Someone different who didn't care about love.

Love was too complicated an emotion for her right now.

Sharon pulled her mouth slowly upwards, then looked back at Lee. "I like touching you," she said, moving her hand up and down his wet length. "Do you like it?" Her tongue darted out to touch him again.

"Do you think you can help me? Get me some furniture... ?"