They were naked quickly. Lee didn't miss the fact that under other circumstances, what would pass for "normal" circumstances for him and Sharon, they wouldn't necessarily be all that concerned with taking off their clothes, just with getting far enough to frak. But the kisses she kept pressing against his mouth were a clear message that Sharon didn't want to frak. And Lee was not going to frak her, even if he didn't really understand why.

She needed this, he kept repeating to himself. Sharon needed this, the way he had needed to hurt someone and make them take away his grief, even for a little while. He could do this for her, give this to her. It wasn't about him.

It wasn't, Lee repeated to himself.

Lee settled between her legs and reached a hand down, fingers finding Sharon's sex. His hand worked for a few moments, wanting to make sure she was ready, at least a little, even if her kisses and hands were growing in insistence. Finally, he pressed himself against her warmth and slid home, burying his length in her. Lee groaned with the contact.