It took a lot, a great deal more than Lexi would have imagined, to keep herself moving. It wasn't that she didn't want to go - her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were fever-bright with that want. It was something else, some reluctant voice in the back of her head, warning her. Like she'd done this before, like soft touches under cool sheets had turned to something bad once before. But they hadn't, was the thing. Lexi knew she'd never been with Elaine; and for all the other woman's talk of past lives and tragic, unrequited loves, Lexi had no memory of either. It was just them, here and now, and both of them shaking with how much they needed.
The house was old, was creepy in a 'Mrs. Bates' kind of way, but it had doors and walls and an dusty, abandoned bed, and as such it was perfect. The second they were inside, Lexi was reaching out again, one hand staying firmly latched on Elaine's, the other cupping her jaw, hungrily tugging her in for a kiss. "I don't..."
Whatever she didn't, though, was drowned in the touch, and Lexi made a small whimper, as if she couldn't handle everything, as if she was burning up inside from it all.