Sharon groaned as soon as his fingers slipped inside her and she arched against him, her own fingers moving to his shoulders and tightening as Lee managed to make her forget again, like he always did. Her moan was stopped by his mouth, though, and once they ended up on the bed, she looked at him and pulled him down on top of her.
"Frak me." She had a feeling that he didn't want it soft or sweet. He was drunk and in mourning. He wanted to forget as much as she did -- probably moreso -- so she spread her legs for him wide and waited.
Everytime they'd frakked, practically, it had been hard and fast, but never painful. The look in Lee's eyes of emptiness made her think that this time, though, it would be different. This time, once he shoved himself into her, it would hurt her because he'd be using her body. Hadn't she said she didn't want that?
Right then, though, Sharon saw it was what Lee needed. So she would give it to him, let him do whatever he needed to move on. "Frak me," she repeated.
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"Frak me." She had a feeling that he didn't want it soft or sweet. He was drunk and in mourning. He wanted to forget as much as she did -- probably moreso -- so she spread her legs for him wide and waited.
Everytime they'd frakked, practically, it had been hard and fast, but never painful. The look in Lee's eyes of emptiness made her think that this time, though, it would be different. This time, once he shoved himself into her, it would hurt her because he'd be using her body. Hadn't she said she didn't want that?
Right then, though, Sharon saw it was what Lee needed. So she would give it to him, let him do whatever he needed to move on. "Frak me," she repeated.