Sharon didn't want to think. Thinking meant remembering Hera and how she'd been murdered, it meant all the times she'd tried to help the humans on this ship and never been repaid for it. It meant thinking about Helo and his soft eyes, the way he put her on a pedestal when she wasn't that at all.

So, she stopped thinking about everyone else and started thinking about herself, right then, right at that moment when Lee's eyes met hers and she saw pure hunger there that she could satisfy.

"You like giving orders?" Clearly, he did. She wanted a bed. A couch. Something so that the rest of her life wouldn't be trapped in an empty cell, but she guessed she'd have to make due with a frakking chair for now.

The idea that "for now" entered her mind at all gave her little shivers as she lowered her mouth back onto him, sucking again while holding the base tight with one hand. He wanted her to frakking finish? Oh, she could oblige him, then. Sharon's tongue ran up and down the length of him, feeling him getting harder until she pushed him all the way back into her throat for a moment, then gasped for air. Her head bobbed up and down, faster, as she tightened her lips around him, too.