Who: Lexie and David When: The night of Luke's party, after this (backdated) Where: David's apartment What: David is persuasive and Lexie makes poor choices <.< Warnings: Dub-con Rating: High
Getting to David's apartment was... interesting. Given that they were both rather tipsy, there had been a lot of stumbling and walking in less-than-straight lines involved. By the time they got in the door, all the alcohol that Lexie had consumed had begun to flow freely through her body, leaving her speech a little slurred and her fine motor skills rather questionable. In the end, though, that was where they both ended up. Honestly, Lexie was pretty sure that they'd both subconsciously known that that was the place they were going as soon as Lexie had tugged on his hand at the party. Lexie wasn't exactly sure what would happen now, but she knew one thing for sure: she needed to kiss him. She had to. The desire burned in her blood. The truth was that she'd wanted to kiss him ever since she'd seen him at the party, but Lexie, ever the master of her desires, had been able to control it. She still was, in fact, although only barely. Slipping out of her heels, she half fell onto his couch and watched him make a beeline for his kitchen, clearly in quest of yet more alcohol. A less drunk Lexie might've objected to this, but given the circumstances, she didn't argue.