Pain, and hope, and want, and fierce, throbbing need all spiked through her, her hands shaking as they slid over Lexi's arms, her shoulders, mapping her skin. She wasn't experienced, perhaps, but her dreams hadn't been completely useless on this score. She might not know, yet, what Lexi wanted, what she liked, but she remembered what Lance had wanted, what had made him cry out in the dark.
She got rid of the rest of their clothes, and slid down, dropping kisses down Lexi's stomach as her hands slid to her thighs. She was shaking still, and part of her worried about her inexperience, but that part was drowned out by the feel of Lexi's skin, by her smell, by her taste. As if Elaine had been waiting for this for centuries.