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OOC: Takes place after THIS THREAD between Kara and Sharon.

It hadn't taken much time to get to Lee's office without an appointment. Helo had known Sharon was going to be out late with Kara, so he wasn't exactly suspicious, either. He was still at home, taking care of Hera.

Sharon was completely drunk, though, and determined to at least talk to Lee about the lunch they'd had with Kara, Sam, and Leoben.

As she was buzzed into Lee's office on the grounds that she had some "very important" information to tell him regarding new intel on Cylon/human relations, she shut the door behind her and looked at him across the desk. She slammed her hands down, hard, on the wood and stared him right in the eyes.

"We need to talk about the other day, Lee. Kara and Leoben know." She was drunk, but she was still rational enough to know that there was no need to play games when it came to this.

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"We don't even know what the right thing is anymore," she countered. "Was coming to Earth the right thing? Look, this is all I know. I'll be damned if I hurt my daughter or my husband. And I love them both so I can't even explain this or us the right way and yes, there is an "us", but Lee..."

Her shoulders sagged a bit, too. "I do need you. I do want you." Sharon was drunk, otherwise, she wouldn't have tried what she did next. She grabbed Lee and pulled him to her, pressing her lips against his in desperation.

"Don't leave," she whispered against his mouth.

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"I don't know either. But we have to try," Lee pleaded, the fire in his voice cooling by the moment. "I have to try." He ran a hand through his hair. Lee had been letting it grow out since leaving the Fleet and as it did, it had gotten lighter-- all to the extent that he sometimes didn't recognize the face in the mirror. "I don't want to be someone who just keeps giving in..."

When Sharon kissed him, though, that was exactly what he did. Lee let her press her mouth against his, let her tongue part his lips, let her arms circle his waist. He closed his eyes at her question and wished helplessly for the strength to push Sharon away. Instead, his head lowered again. Lee nipped at Sharon's full lower lip before he kissed her back.

"It doesn't look like I can," he answered, voice rasping. "It doesn't look like I ever can." Lee's hands raced up Sharon's sides until he was holding her face in them.

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She moaned into his mouth and held onto him tightly until the part of her that always did this started pushing at his pants and tugging on his tie to get his clothes off so they could frak. "Desk," she mumbled against his lips, all while her hips pressed against his and she spun them around so she was the one standing against the desk, not him.

Sharon wasn't thinking anymore, except she needed Lee, wanted Lee, and he'd finally frakking admitted it to her that he wanted her, too. Finally. Her hands found his face and then ran through his hair that he'd already messed up, and she pulled his head down to her throat as her own head tilted back.

"Stop trying. Don't leave..."

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Somehow, each time they were together, it would be Sharon's hands that started things speeding down the slope. Maybe part of Lee wanted some kind of deniability, some tiny refuge where he could say "she started it", but it was a pointless and useless exercise in rationalization. Not when the second that Sharon's hands pulled at his shirt, he was right behind, unbuttoning it frantically. Not when his hips were perfectly content to press Sharon's ass into the edge of his desk.

Not when his tongue was dragging across her throat, welcoming the feel of her blood pulsing under the skin.

"I'm not a bad person," Lee mumbled, tugging at Sharon's clothes until he was able to slide his hands under her shirt. "You're not a bad person." He filled his hands with her small, firm breasts, squeezing them and feeling her nipples get hard under his palms. "Why can't we stop?"

He let go of one breast to push at her pants.

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He wanted her to think right then? Sharon couldn't think rationally. Her head was still swimming from all the drinks she'd had. She was still angry that Lee was going to try and end it again, still felt that sharp pain of loneliness. More than that, she still needed to feel him, touch him, have him frak her because he was like a drug. Some bad case of stems or something.

"Don't know. Don't care," she mumbled, then gasped as soon as his hand touched her breast. She wriggled out of her pants and was half-naked, half-dressed, but already wet and ready for him.

Something was wrong with her to be like that. She just didn't want to think. "Because we give each other what we need," she finally told him as she hopped up on the desk, repeating the words Lee had used to convince her one time.

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What did he need? If anyone else had brought that question to Lee Adama's mind, he would have answered things like more hours in the day, and more hands to do all the work that went into establishing a new world for two disparate, rarely trusting cultures. He would talk about a warm bed that didn't have lumps and a house that didn't look like it had survived a bombing run. Or he'd say that he just needed something on this world to not be gray.

But what he needed right now was to unbuckle his belt and push his pants to his knees, which he did as quickly as he could.

With Sharon on the edge of the desk, it only took a single movement of his hips, and Lee was sheathed down to the root inside of her. He groaned through gritted teeth as he was suddenly surrounded by the heat of her body and the wetness that always seemed to be waiting for his shaft.

"I need you," he repeated, convincing himself. "I need you."

Lee planted his hands on the desk and started to thrust, hard and fast.

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"Frak..."

She held onto him for a bit as he started frakking her, but somewhere in her mind she told herself it wasn't frakking. It was something else, but she couldn't name it. "God, Lee... I need you, I need you... don't stop..."

Sharon kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth and then she gave up and let go of his body, slamming into the desk so he could frak her harder and deeper and make her not think some more.

What did she need that she didn't already have with Helo and Hera? With her friends? With her job?

"I need you," she repeated, still drunk from the alcohol but now also from the sheer sex.

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Lee didn't want to feel like this, not with Sharon. He didn't want to think about how perfectly he fit inside her, and how the way she would squeeze down around him sent shivers up his spine or about how the sight of her, open and waiting for him to fill her made his knees weak. And he for damn sure didn't want to think about how complete he felt inside of Sharon, how it felt like such a good place.

He looked down at her laying across his desk, body writhing in pleasure as they frakked, Sharon's mouth working open and closed with wordless noise. Lee himself was panting and groaning and not much else. "Gods, I can't stop... don't want to stop..."

In fact, he wanted more. Lee reached down and pulled at Sharon's legs, moving them off his waist and raising them until her calves rested against his shoulders. Immediately, he was driving even deeper into her.

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"Oh, God..."

Sharon's eyes were fixed on Lee's, and once he moved her body and filled her completely, she had to hold onto the desk with both hands so she wouldn't fall. She could feel the warmth coming too, up and down her spine, and she nodded at Lee to warn him, but then she ended up screaming so loudly, his assistant probably heard her. She was drunk. She didn't care.

Lee Adama was frakking her on his desk and making her come over and over and she didn't care what happened to them in that moment. She just didn't want it to end. "Frak, yes, harder... please... I know that's how you really like it..."

Which wasn't exactly true. They'd made love before, once, on the Raptor when she took him to his new civilian life, but never again. She didn't know why it had never been slow or soft or caring like that again... maybe that was why they had spouses.

When they just needed to scream and shout and frak, they had each other.

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Lee saw the signs. He knew them. He'd watched Sharon through more orgasms than he could count, so when the full force of it hit her like a sledgehammer, he was ready. She clutched around his cock like a metal vise, tight enough that Lee joined her in her shout. Neither of them, it was clear, were giving a damn about anything but the contact and connection, and the people that might be on the other side of the door didn't matter.

He pounded her, his body moving like a piston in overdrive, his hips slamming hard against her ass hard enough to bruise. Lee didn't understand why he needed to frak her like this, why he always needed to go as fast and as hard as his body would allow. The first time, part of him wanted to punish Sharon for being a Cylon, but now... now he knew it fulfilled some need. Lee just didn't know why.

It was finally too much. His orgasm swelled as quickly and as frantically as Sharon's. "Yesyesyesyesyes..." he rambled, then growled as he came. Lee's body shuddered once, twice, three times as he exploded inside of her.

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"Frak me....."

She was panting, which she never did because she never really got tired. One of the perks of being a Cylon was she could keep frakking Lee if she wanted to and he'd have to be the one to keep up with her. But the drinks, the way he'd just hurt her body, or at least wanted to hurt her body, just frak her hard and painfully and fill her in a way that no one else could... well, she couldn't help but pant as her eyes shut and she convulsed around him one last time, unable to move with her legs still over his shoulders.

"So," she mumbled through a hoarse voice, "what're you going to tell your staff this time?"

More importantly, was he going to stop this?

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He was taking long, slow breaths, trying to get back his control. That was the way of things when he was with Sharon, out of his control. It was like the nearer they got, the less either of them was able to resist getting closer. And it almost always ended like this-- sweating, panting and exhausted. At least, on his end.

Lee's legs were starting to weaken, so he lowered Sharon's legs until they were at his waist again before leaning over her, hands on his desk. He stared at her for a moment, considering his answer.

"I'll tell them... I'll tell them that the way things are going on this planet," said Lee quietly, "the Cylon liaison and I are likely to have a lot more shouting matches in the future, so to be aware."

Damning himself again, Lee knew, but he knew even better how little he really wanted to stop.

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She nodded at him, relief filling her because she didn't want it to stop, either, no matter how wrong it was. Sharon pulled him closer to her and kissed him again, lightly at first and then harder, hungrier.

"Good. Good."

Still drunk, still not thinking, she pushed away from Lee a bit and got dressed again, fixing her hair back into her normal ponytail before going back home to see her husband. She'd just tell him she was drunk from the time with Kara, and that she needed to go to bed right away. Tomorrow, she'd frak her husband and things would be normal between them because it wasn't as if Lee had stopped frakking Dee, after all.

"See you later, then."

One last kiss, and she went back home, damned and confused all over again.