"Shh, sweetheart," Lexi murmured into her skin, closing her eyes and reveling in the feel of Clara, in the warmth of her against her chest, the tight heat around her fingers, the nearly overwhelming sensations of her closeness. "Making love isn't about owing someone. I just want to make you feel good. You're amazing, and I want to touch you. That's all. You don't have to do anything but feel. You are so perfect, just like this, don't worry about what you think you should do. Just experience it, Clara."