A quiet sigh got buried into the kiss and Lexi was laying back, was pulling Clara down with her. One leg hitched around Clara's waist and Lexi met Clara with an open mouth, with hungry kisses and a questing tongue. It hurt too much to think about what was, what had been, what they'd lost and what could never be again. She preferred to be Lexi, only Lexi, winding herself around Clara like they might never separate again.