A/N: This chapter is pure smut and nothing else.

Cindy whimpered as Dwight trailed kisses down her neck, pinning her underneath him and grinding against her, making hungry little noises that got caught in his throat. God, he had needed this, he had really, really needed this, and Cindy wasn't bad looking at all- of course she wasn't, given where she came from, but he was trying not to think about that. He was trying not to think about anything, because as soon as he started thinking, he would remember just how wrong all of this was and then he might back out, and he really needed this.

"Am I doing good, sir?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah, you're great," he replied, a little thrown by the question. "And you don't have to call me sir, you know. Just call me Dwight."

"I just didn't know," she said. "He didn't like me to call him sir either."

He kissed her hard, both to reassure her and to silence her. The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of who exactly he was doing this with, not only because it was just plain weird, but because this was not the first time he and the man he hated so much had had the same woman, and he really didn't want to think about her. When he thought that he had properly distracted her, he broke the kiss to begin undressing her, hurrying this along before he had enough second thoughts.

"What do you want me to do for you?" she asked breathlessly, sounding like she was trying and failing to maintain her composure.

"Don't worry about he," he said. "You're doing plenty." Before she could protest further, he decided to do something for her, because he still felt damn sorry for her, and if he was going to pity fuck someone, he supposed he should at least put some focus on their pleasure as well.

He pressed his lips against one of her breasts, kissing her before taking it into his mouth and earning a a sharp cry from her. This was something he had gotten quite good at in the past, but as was a recurring theme, he didn't want to think about that now. He sucked at her gentle, rolling his tongue over her nipple and holding her down as she squirmed and writhed underneath her, reduced to a mess of moaning and crying. She made a few incoherent noises as if she were trying to say something, but she couldn't.

While he kept this up, he dropped his hand between her legs, feeling the damp heat radiating from her. No matter what her reasoning for pursuing him was, she wanted him now, just as badly as he wanted her, and he rubbed a finger against her, causing her to jolt and whimper. He switched his mouth off to her other breast just as he began to work a finger inside of her, and her cry was broken off in her throat.

It was driving him crazy, delaying what he actually wanted to do, but he wanted to make her enjoy it as much as he did, because then maybe she wouldn't look at it as something she felt like she had to do, and he wouldn't have to feel so damn guilty that he was taking advantage of that. He fit a second finger into her, flexing and scissoring his fingers to get her ready for him; he didn't know how long it had been for her, and he didn't want to do anything to hurt her.

"Please," she finally managed to get out. He looked up at her, and the look of shame on her face only made him that much more guilty, because she actually looked like she thought she should feel guilty for asking him for anything.

"What do you want?" he asked. "You want me to fuck you?" She nodded, and he wanted to reassure her again, so he said, "Good, cos I want you real bad." That did the trick, but sheer joy in her eyes, like a praised puppy, did not make him feel better.

He pulled back from her to get his pants off, and he looked down at her, squirming and waiting, with a look of adoration in his eyes that he knew meant nothing because he knew he had done nothing to earn it. But he was so goddamn lonely that he just couldn't give a fuck, he couldn't question her devotion right now, and he climbed on top of her again, spreading her lips and requesting that she wrap them around his waist.

He pressed the tip of his cock against her, and she whimpered again and he gave a little shudder of desire. She wanted this, he reminded himself; he was only giving her what she wanted. And then he pressed himself into her and it felt so damn good, it felt just as good as he remembered, and he knew why he had been missing this so much that he would go this far to get it. He entered her slowly, even though it was teasing the hell out of him, because he was trying to be gentle with her, and now that he was actually in, she felt a hell of a lot tighter.

She even looked a little bit pained, and he managed to ask, "Something wrong?"

"Hurts...a little," she said, her voice strained. "You're...a little big..."

It was really fucking hard to hear a compliment like that and not start fucking her wildly then and there, but somehow he managed. He wasn't sure if the issue of size only came up because it had been a while for her or if there were some other factors involved, and though he still did not want to think about the other man, Dwight couldn't help but feel a bit of pride at that.

Still, he managed his composure, and gave her all the time she needed to adjust to him as he slowly pushed himself the rest of the way in. Once he was as far in as he could go, it was even harder to sit and wait as he felt her around him, hot and tense and wet, but he waited for her and when he asked her if it still hurt and she said she was okay, he finally began to rock his hips into hers.

And once he had begun to move, that was it for him and what self-control he had left. He couldn't hold back from thrusting into her, hard and fast and almost rough, because, god, he had really fucking needed this. It had been too long for him and he had been so lonely, and she was beautiful enough and she was willing and she was right there, and he fucked her with abandon because, if she thought she needed this too, was he really doing anything wrong?

Cindy kept crying out, but she didn't sound pained anymore, and she looked ecstatic, throwing her head back and barely managing to get out his name. He grunted hers in return, to ground himself, to remind himself who exactly he was with and he who was not with. But it didn't matter, he also had to remind himself, it didn't matter because this was what the both of the needed. He doubted he was who she really wanted either, but that was okay.

When he finally came, it was with a loud grunt, and he gave a few more thrusts as he did, trying to hold onto the pleasure for as long as he could and hoping that he could get her there at the last minute. She had been close the whole time, but he suspected she was waiting for him, and his suspicions were confirmed when a look of bliss crossed her face and he felt the spasms from deep within her as she finally gave herself over to her orgasm.

It took all he had not to collapse in exhaustion on top of her, but he managed. That had wiped him out completely and he knew that he would have to work to get his endurance back up, but for now, his mind was getting foggy and he fell into the bed beside her, drifting off almost immediately.