Lee's breath came in shudders as he watched Sharon swallow him down as if she'd been longing for it. Maybe she had-- not him specifically, but what he had given her, the contact she talked about. He stood on slightly weakened knees and straightened his clothes.

"I think we're both going to be addressing each other's needs quite a bit," he promised, and it seemed that neither of them would be much in opposition to it right then.

Her last words made it difficult for him to turn and call for the guards to open the cell instead of looking to do more "bargaining", but he did. Lee exited the brig, hoping that somehow, he'd be able to stay in control of himself, let alone Sharon. But he did know he'd be back, and soon.