A Dance ((AU Lost Year RP for arrow_of_apollo))

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OOC: Takes place after THIS THREAD

Sharon had been enjoying the comforts of her new chair and clothes, but frankly, it wasn't enough. She knew it was only a matter of time until Lee Adama showed up again, trying to interrogate her for information that she didn't have in exchange for whatever compromise the two of them could come up with.

By her counting, he arrived with the Corpsmen approximately two days later.

She'd been in the middle of some push-ups when the door opened and Lee told the Corpsmen to wait outside of the cell. Sharon stood and grabbed a towel that she'd been given, wiping herself down with it, as she looked over Lee.

"So, does this mean that you've come to negotiate for more? Or are you here under your father's orders?" If he had come of his own free will, she wasn't sure what she would do. Even Helo had stopped coming by, which had made her cry for a few hours from the loneliness, until she realized it was all her own fault.

"I could use some books," she added casually.

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Lee had been adamant about not returning to Sharon's cell. He'd had dinner with Dee after their first... session. The whole time, Lee had been petrified that somehow, Dee would just know by looking at him what he'd done in there, that she'd just be able to sense it, and at best, he'd wind up with her drink in his face and her tray on his head. But the Admiral had been just as adamant, and William Adama had a lot more years of stonewalling than his son did. Corpsmen and medical techs alike were reporting that the prisoner was behaving "itself" more consistently. "Good behavior" they were calling it.

Whatever Lee had done, said the Admiral, he needed to keep it up.

That was how he found himself standing in Sharon's cell again, watching her towel herself off. He'd dismissed the Corpsmen on duty before realizing what he'd done, and there was no way he'd lose the face that recalling them would cost. This time, he simply had to be stronger.

"I can imagine," he said in reply to her request. "As I recall, this place can get pretty damn dull." Lee sat down on the edge of her bed. "You want to talk about books? We can talk about books. Ever read any good books on Cylon tactics and strategy?

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"Right," she muttered before throwing the towel to the ground and kicking the small cot that Lee was sitting on that served as a "bed". "We're back to that, then? I already told you that I don't know anything."

Sharon ended up on the floor, cross-legged, one hand in her hair. "The Cylons want everyone dead. Period. There's no strategy that I know of. They're gone for the moment, but if you think that circling this planet for the rest of our lives will keep everyone safe from them, you're wrong. They'll be back. It's just a matter of time, and no. I don't know when or how. I only know that they will be back."

Tired eyes looked up and found Lee's, and Sharon was taken aback at the darkness that was there. "Did you tell Dualla about what happened here? Or is that our little secret that you like getting off from a toaster?"

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He shook his head at the display. Lee wasn't exactly sure far he could trust Sharon's assertions that she had no idea what the Cylons' plans were. She wasn't like Boomer, wasn't a sleeper agent who had just suddenly woken up, she had been planted on Caprica by the Cylons specifically to lure Helo into a trap. It had worked, and now that she was among the fleet, it was Lee's job to help make sure no one regretted that fact.

"You know I have to come back with something." Lee spread his hands, palm up, a gesture that he could be trusted. "Just reporting back that 'the prisoner is comfortable and cooperative, and exhibiting good behavior' isn't going to cut it."

His eyes narrowed and his voice lowered. "That'll be enough of that. No one knows what happens in this cell, and it's going to stay that way. There's people in CIC who'd love to pin anything on you who'd spin anything you said into being your fault. Now, I don't want that to happen, and neither do you."

"So what are books worth to you?"

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"Well, I don't know what you expect me to say. I told you, I can't hack into anything. I only know what small amount of information on the Cylons from when I was on Caprica. You know about the new model, Cavil, and it might have been stupid of me to bring him onboard, but that's new information you didn't have before." Sharon was pulling at straws. She honestly had nothing more to tell Lee unless she lied, and that wouldn't do her any good at all.

Her eyes turned dark once Lee started blackmailing her. "It doesn't matter what anyone in CIC thinks of me since I'm not going to be part of this fleet anytime soon. Or anytime, for that matter. I'm just another skinjob to you. Who cares what the crew thinks?"

But, Sharon did care about the books she wanted. She looked down and thought about his question before answering. "They're worth... something. I guess the better question is what will it take from you for me to get some?" Lee was back for more, whether he knew it already or not.

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"Cavil, right..." Lee repeated. "The so-called 'Brother' Cavil, the one who put Chief Tyrol through such a wringer." Leaning slightly forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, he regarded Sharon with curiosity. "So why did you let him onto Galactica in the first place? If it was to put another agent on board with its mind on more sabotage, it was a pretty lousy plan."

He shrugged. "Now, I don't think that's why you did it, but no one's ever really gotten a good reason why you did."

"Well, that's going to be a trick. Books are a lot more scarce than chairs and clothes on this ship. Hell, I don't think there's a single girlie mag that the whole pilot corps hasn't read half a dozen times. So, why don't we start with you answering my first question, and then we discuss what you're going to give me."

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She winced a little at that, hoping it didn't show. Honestly, she hadn't meant for people to attempt suicide or for anything bad to really happen. "It wasn't a plan," she sighed, leaning back. "Look, I let him onboard because I was hurt. I was angry. My daughter is dead, and I know exactly who killed her, and what happened? Nothing, except I'm still trapped here in this cell." Sharon was doing her best not to cry. Lee would see it as a weakness and take advantage of it, she knew it.

"I just... I was so mad. She was my daughter, my little girl, she wasn't supposed to exist except for the fact that I fell in love, too, and then..." She shrugged. "I just had to stop caring about everyone and everything. That way, I wouldn't hurt like this everyday."

She laughed a little. "Besides, letting Cavil onboard allowed you to discover the other Cylon agent that I hadn't known about because I haven't exactly left my cell." Her eyes met his finally. "So, does that answer your question?"

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"So you don't care anymore? Not about the fleet, not about the people on Galactica... not about Karl Agathon? Not about yourself?" Lee straightened and shook his head again, this time with a kind of dismissive frown. "I don't buy it, Sharon. If you really didn't give a frak anymore about anyone or anything, then you wouldn't be trying to fill your time with books or exercising and you wouldn't want new clothes or a chair."

"All you'd want to do is just let the time tick away... or you'd want to force our hand, make it impossible for us to be willing to keep you around." He leaned his head in her direction. "I don't think you want to do that. I think you want to hang around a while. Maybe one day, you'll get out and everything will be better. Or maybe you're just biding your time until we relax the security around you enough."

"I guess it's all a moot point as far as Cavil is concerned." Lee sighed. "Back to the subject of your books. I'm afraid they're going to be a bit more expensive than the chair."

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"I didn't want to feel anything anymore," she corrected Lee. "Without pain, then I could just be alone in whatever unhappiness I had instead of causing more. Pain..." She wiped at the tears on her face. "Pain is something I'm tired of dealing with. I need an escape from it all..."

Maybe that was part of the reason that she was looking at Lee in a new light, herself.

"Yeah, maybe," she half-laughed, shaking her head. "But not today. Not for a long, long time." Sharon shook her head and eyed Lee carefully. "And fine, I'll give. What is it going to cost? Name the price." Maybe the price would make the pain go away...

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Shifting uncomfortably where he sat, Lee watched as the cracks started showing in Sharon's armor. She wanted him to think that she didn't care, it seemed. More than that, she really didn't want to care about any of it. That was the only way he was going to get anywhere with her questioning, he decided: find those gaps and use whatever leverage he could find to pull them open.

"An escape? You having things that'll make it easier for you to stay caged up in here is an escape?"

He thought that over. An escape from the world outside? From the people she was supposed to care about? From the angry, accusatory and hateful faces of the crew?

Or just from everything that had ever hurt her?

"Fine, then. You don't want to care." Lee shrugged. "I want to see. If all you give a frak about is getting your books, and you don't care about anything, including how, then take your clothes off."

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"What?" She frowned at Lee. Was he serious? She figured some frakking or having her go down on him, end of story, and she'd get the books. Why did he care if she was naked?

"Fine." The anger built up in her as she tugged at her clothes, yanking them off quickly and tossing them aside until she stood before Lee, almost defiantly, but her eyes still brimming with tears.

She couldn't look at him, though. She wouldn't.

"Are you happy?"

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He watched with great attention as Sharon pulled off her clothes. It was a rushed, clumsy job of course, but getting to see her naked was only part of the reason he'd told her to do it. Not that Sharon wasn't a very attractive woman without her clothes-- slighter even than Dee, and leaner, but still beautiful-- and it got him shifting a little more from his seat. Really, though, Lee wanted to see if she would do it and how she would.

Her head was down, and he could hear the hitch in her voice that told Lee how close Sharon was to breaking into tears. Lee sighed and stood up from the cot, straightening his trousers a little.

"You can put your clothes back on," he said dismissively. "For a Cylon agent, you're a pretty lousy damn liar, Sharon. You give a frak about what I do to you and what we do in here. You care. When you really don't, you just tell the marines and I'll come back."

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"What?" She repeated herself. It felt like a cold dismissal, which wasn't what she'd planned at all. She wanted the damn books, or at least one book. Something. Anything.

"So, what are you saying?" She stepped closer to him, still completely naked and not caring at the moment. "I care about you and whether or not you decide to touch my body? And so once I stop caring, that's when you're going to do it again? Well, frak you, Lee Adama."

She used her Cylon strength and managed to grab his arms, but not enough to hurt him. Sharon placed his hands, palm down, on her breasts and shivered slightly.

"You still want to leave?"

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Sighing as if he'd really been ready to leave the cell, Lee turned back around and let his eyes flick up and down Sharon again. "This isn't about me just getting off, Sharon. It's not about getting a quick frak on the side or getting you to do stuff I can't ask my wife to do." He shook his head. "I'm testing you-- I'm sure you've figured that out by now."

He pointed a finger out of the cell. "I need to know whether or not you're really done with everything that's on the other side of that hatch. If you really don't care about any of it out there, then you won't care what happens in here, either. Not as long as you get what you want."

When she grabbed at his hands, Lee pulled back on instinct, but once Sharon had covered her small breasts with his hands, he stopped. "That's more like it," Lee replied. He began to curl his fingers around the firm swell of her breasts, his fingers flicking against the nipples. "Now... ask me to kiss you."

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Testing? Why? Didn't she have enough troubles? She was a prisoner and she was naked in front of him. He could do anything he wanted to her right now and no one would be the wiser. But his hands felt so warm on her breasts...

"I don't care," she told him automatically, and it was the truth. At least in that moment, right there with him, it was the truth.

She hissed a little, biting her lip once his fingers started playing with her breasts and she pressed his hands tighter against them, then let go of her his hands, hoping he'd keep them there. Her eyes found his and she thought about what he was asking of her. It was a lot to give up, she supposed, but Sharon really didn't have much left to live for these days.

"Kiss me?" she whispered, eyes pleading.

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Lee heard the words and finally started to believe them. Maybe they weren't one hundred percent true for Sharon, they were true enough for what he wanted right then and there, and what he wanted was her. Oh, he still had much of his mind on his assignment, on his mission to get any and all information out of Sharon that he could, by whatever means he had, within reason. But the further into his testing Sharon went, the further Lee's mind seemed to stray from that mission and the more he just wanted to see what she would do for him.

"Now that sounds like the truth," he whispered, the play of his hands on her breasts becoming rougher.

Sharon's wide brown eyes all but begged him the question he'd ordered out of her, and Lee almost crowed with the triumph of it. "Very good. Very good," he said quietly, then leaned his head down, crushing his mouth onto Sharon's. His lips worked on hers, hungry and insistent, and his hands left her breasts to slide over her naked skin. One of Lee's hands tightly gripped her firm ass. He made room for the other to rest just at the bottom of her flat belly.

"Now ask me to touch you."

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Sharon kissed him back, remembering that feeling, that need for touch that she'd craved before after pushing everyone else away from her. Human touch (which was slightly ironic, she realized), but it was touch, and it was welcome.

Lee's idea of touch wasn't hurtful, but it was punishing in a different way, as if he wanted to hurt her for being a Cylon. Or existing at all in the first place. Maybe that was what she wanted, too, which was why she kissed him back and moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed her body.

"Touch me," she whispered into his mouth, shuddering again with that need and want. Was that what he wanted, too? Did he care? Did she?

"Touch me," she asked again, not touching him back just yet.

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Whatever it was that made Sharon tick, it was clear by the way she was kissing him back that Lee had at least started to get a handle on it. Her mouth was pressing and working hard against his, and she breathed sounds into his mouth that couldn't be mistaken for anything but pleasure. Lee was still surprised, though, at the insistence in her voice when she obeyed him and asked him to touch her.

"Can't resist a request like that," he said quietly, his voice turned low. Lee's hand slid further down, his fingers parting Sharon's already heated flesh. Stroking his hand up and down, gently at first, he made sure to tease the very top of her opening with each movement.

His movements grew in speed as he felt Sharon responding, and by the time his hand felt wetness, he extended a finger inside of her. "Ask for more," he rasped into Sharon's ear.

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Sharon's legs almost gave out from the way that Lee was torturing her, and really, there could be no other way to describe it. He was telling her what to say, how to act, and touching her in ways that only Helo ever had before. She felt the warmth creep along the back of her spine, not quite glowing yet, but wet enough that she was leaning against Lee for support as his finger slipped inside her.

"Oh God, Lee..." Why was he doing this to her? Frak it, did she care? At the moment, not really. She just wanted him to keep going, to never stop, to make things easy and simple again, and he had the solution. As she began to shudder, biting her lip, she tilted her head until she could find his lips again and kiss him, clinging to his arms until her mouth moved to his ear, mirroring the way he'd spoken to her before.

"More. Please, God, I want more." She hated that he sounded so smug, but right now, she needed him too much to care.

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Lee kept her standing, even as his hand moved faster, his finger pushing deeper into the wet softness of Sharon's pussy. Even as she was having trouble standing, Lee felt his own head spinning-- not with dizziness, but with urges and desires, with hungers that he never even considered having. Something about it all must have sparked something inside of him. Maybe it was being in this position of power, and maybe it was the desperately needy look in Sharon's eyes as she was begging him for more... whatever it was, it made him feel stronger and darker.

It felt good, and very, very much more like the kind of determined, in-control person he wanted to be.

He kissed Sharon back, and at her pleading, "Very, very good," he whispered hotly, then helped her lay on the cot, his hand never leaving her body. Once she was down, Lee extended another finger, pushed it quickly into Sharon's pussy and frakked her harder. "Is that it, Sharon? Or do you want something else? You'll have to tell me."

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Sharon didn't remember how she got to the cot. She just opened her eyes once she felt another finger inside of her and clung to Lee again, legs opened wide and then shut closed quickly alternating because it wasn't enough.

"No, not what I want," she managed to pant out as her hips rose up off the cot, trying to meet his fingers as he frakked her with them and knowing what he wanted her to say. She couldn't, though. She hadn't before when he'd come in, it had been a game. She'd licked his cock and that was about it because she had been the one in control, she told herself, and this? This was giving him everything of herself.

But she still needed it. Him. Now.

"Not it, frak, Lee..." Sharon moaned and tried to pull at his trousers. "You. Please. Now. Frak me, I want you to frak me right now. Frak me Lee, hard, God, need you..."

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He didn't know quite where it was coming from inside of him, but Lee didn't stand it its way. There were things he wanted out of Sharon-- information now being just one of those things-- and he knew he was on the right path to getting it. No telling, of course, what the price would be that Lee would end up paying, but right then and there, that wasn't an issue he was ready to deal with. Instead, it was a lot easier and a lot more satisfying to be watching Sharon writhing and shaking under the assault of his fingers.

"Tell me... tell me, Sharon... tell me..."

Sharon's eyes were shut tight and her body shook from his efforts, and finally the words spilled out of her, the words he'd been waiting for. Lee angled his body within reach of Sharon's hands and tugged at his belt, loosening it before clumsily undoing it and pushing his trousers down over his hips.

"That's it," he said sharply, "now you're starting to get it. You know what you're looking for," Lee taunted, his crotch well within Sharon's reach. "You know where to find it... so come and get it."

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She wanted to smack him for that look he was giving her and the tone of voice he had. Everything about him said that he was superior to her, that he didn't care about her, but part of her wanted him to. To care about her somehow, in some small way. Any way.

Her eyes weren't quite glazed over yet with lust, so Sharon was able to hear him and do what he asked for. Her hand reached down once his trousers were loosened and she grabbed hold of his cock and started stroking it, surprised a little to find it hard already.

That wasn't what she wanted, though. She figured it wasn't what he wanted her to do, either.

She pulled at it, squirming down a bit on the cot, and guided his cock inside her. She was dripping wet and ready for him, but still she gasped. "God, Lee... yes, frak me, now..."

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He nearly lost his resolve once Sharon's fingers closed tightly around his cock and started to stroke him. Lee wasn't sure if it was the pressure or the speed or just the moment, but he had a feeling that if she kept it up, it wouldn't be long before she'd finish him off and everything he'd just done to her would have been for nothing. "Damn," he still breathed as she pulled at his shaft.

It wasn't easy to move into position between Sharon's legs on the narrow cot, but Lee managed it just as her grip on him threatened to turn painful if she didn't get what she was begging for. Lee was buried inside her in a single thrust, her pussy so wet that Lee was amazed. Bracing himself on the metal frame of the cot with his hands near Sharon's shoulders, he began to thrust in and out of her.

"Frak you, huh? Is that what you wanted?" She felt amazing, hotter and tighter than Lee had expected, both right on the edge of too much. "You can tell me, Sharon. You can tell me how bad you want me to frak you... how much you wanted me in your cunt..." He'd never before used words like he was with Sharon, but they just seemed right.

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"Yes," she grunted in answer to the first question, her hands reaching up to the frame of the cot and holding on just in case, brushing past Lee's hands that were already there. God, he felt good. She didn't know why she agreed to this, and she really didn't know why Lee was acting the way he was. Did he hate her? Was this just frakking another toaster to him?

"Frak, yes, I want you," she managed, not noticing that the cot was moving along the floor because of his thrusts in her and how hard they hit. Cylon strength helped a bit, but still it was hurtful.

She didn't tell him to stop, though.

It wasn't like it was back on Pegasus, not during that "interrogation". She tried to figure out why that was, and the only thing she could think of was that she must really and truly need Lee. Sharon opened her eyes and the hunger was gone, replaced with total honesty. "I've wanted you in my cunt a long time," she whispered, and when she said it, it sounded like a declaration of love somehow.

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It wasn't until the cot's legs began screeching along the metal dekplates that Lee realized just how hard he was pounding himself into Sharon's body. Holding on to the frame gave him a hell of a lot of leverage on her, but the whole thing was just too light to stay in place, especially with her frakking him back. And that surprised Lee-- she wasn't just laying there and taking it, Sharon was rolling her hips in time with his, trying to get his cock deeper. He'd stopped telling her what to say, but the words kept spilling from her mouth.

She wanted him. The look in her eyes made him stop for a moment, stunned. It wasn't about books or clothes or information. Sharon didn't care... because the only thing she wanted right now was inside this cell? Lee couldn't believe it.

And then he could. Lee started thrusting into her cunt even harder, each wet slap of their bodies shaking the cot. He could believe it, because Gods damn it, that was all he cared about right then, too. He wanted to be in her, wanted to frak her and make her scream his name and do everything he wanted, all because he could.

"I've been wanting to frak you, too," he panted back, not realizing until he'd said it just how true it was.

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Sharon pushed back as hard as Lee thrust into her and God, it felt good. The warmth on her spine began to grow and she knew it was turning red finally as she screamed out her pleasure at the pain Lee was inflicting on her. Her muscles clenched tightly around him and her hands let go of the bar to find his back and leave little scratch marks there as she said his name over and over again, finally coming down back from her orgasm.

He was still hard inside her, though, and she wanted him to come.

"Frak me, Lee. Please. God, please, harder, I need you to frak me hard, frakking break this cot, please..."

Sharon was rambling, saying what she knew was true, though. She needed him, and he'd said he'd wanted to frak her, too. She wasn't going to question why, not while she was filled with a haze of lust and need and want.

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Raking her fingernails down his back just made Lee pound even harder into her. He wondered for a stray moment or two just why he was so intent not just on frakking Sharon but hurting her, making her beg for it. Did he want to punish her? Was he trying to prove he was strong and powerful? If there was a reason he could fathom, Lee was too far gone to think long enough on it. Lust and want were a red haze he could only see Sharon, naked and screaming in pain and pleasure, through as the Cylon woman shook violently with her orgasm.

Even when she quieted and the intense pressure on his cock lessened, Lee never let up his pace. He could all but feel the metal of the cot's frame bending under the punishment. Sharon had been repeating his name, rambling almost incoherent with lust, but there was no mistaking what she was begging for now.

"You want me to come, don't you? Want me to fill your cunt?" He reached down and threw one of her legs up onto his shoulder, driving his shaft another inch inside. "Then take it... Sharon... Take it..."

Every muscle tightened and locked as he came, exploding inside of Sharon. Lee grunted again and again as he exploded until finally, his climax subsided.

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She nodded her head in response, not trusting her voice at the moment, and then he hurt her. God, it felt so good for him to hurt her like that. Did she want him to punish her for what she did? How she'd lied? Why did it feel good for Lee to pound into her so hard that her pussy hurt and ached for more?

"Frak! God, yes..."

Then Sharon couldn't think much anymore as he filled her, pushing his cock deeper inside her than before, and the cot began to give way until one of the legs broke and she tumbled off it along with Lee, ending up lying on top of him with his cock still buried deep inside her. Lee's clothes were mostly on, and she was completely naked for him.

Sharon didn't think about what that meant, either.

She tried to quiet her breathing but ended up grabbing his face angrily and kissing him hard on the lips instead.

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Even through the numbing stupor that followed his climax, Lee's reflexes held true. When the cot finally broke, his arms encircled Sharon's slight body. He twisted as they fell, and he took the impact on his broad back. His cock, still hard and still in her pussy, twitched to life when Lee noticed where it had remained. Breath coming in short gasps, he looked up at the panting woman above him.

Before he could speak, Sharon began kissing him again, bruising and forceful kisses than tasted desperate and hungry. Lee returned it with the same, pushing his tongue past her teeth and deep into her mouth. His hands found Sharon's ass, and without asking, started to pump her body up and down on his cock.

After another round, Lee staggered to his feet, dressing himself as neatly as he could manage. He waited until Sharon was covered back up before calling for the marines.

"Now," he said tiredly, "you're convincing me."

He left without another word. Before the end of the day, the marines delivered a half dozen books and a new bed, this one sturdier... and much larger.