Pretending Hell isn't happening is the plan for tonight. As far as plans go, this one isn't usually successful in the long term, but at least for a while it can be a reprieve.

The lube warms pleasantly on the fingers of Natasha's left hand—her dominant hand, if anyone is paying attention—and while she reaches toward Sara with her right, hooking the laces on Sara's body suit to pull them closer together.

"How about you make yourself comfortable?"