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Lee knows it's wrong, but he can't help himself. All his frustration and confusion pours out of him as he grabs her and pushes her against the wall. He wants details and he doesn't care how he gets them, and she just keeps saying she doesn't know and oh gods and please and his cock thrusts deeper and his hands wrap around her wrists so tight he can feel the bones rub together. She's biting him and he can almost feel the skin break, which is a relief, because he was afraid he couldn't feel anything at all. Her mouth sucks at his neck and his shoulder and he won't be able to be out of uniform for a week to hide the marks, but he doesn't care because he needs this and needs her and needs something that is rough and mad and hurt and desperate just like he is. They come together through some fluke of timing and coincidence, neither trying or caring about the other's orgasm, but it feels good and feels wrong and they stand there face to face and not seeing each other at all. He releases her and he knows she'll have bruises as she stares at her hands before lifting one up to touch the curve where his shoulder meets his neck. "Commander," she whispers, awed and afraid. Lee backs away and adjusts his uniform, sketching her a salute. "Carry on."
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