Lexie tried her best. She always did, after all. Any other night, Lexie might've felt very self-conscious and clumsy, but ironically the alcohol, the very thing that was making her that way, was doing a fantastic job of quieting her inner critic. Which was nice, actually - it was freeing to have a break from the constant voice in the back of her head that told her she always needed to do better, try harder, and always remain in control. One thing was absolutely clear: Lexie was not in control tonight. Not in the slightest. Whether she knew it consciously or not, David was running everything, and she was letting him. At the moment, it felt like a wonderful release, a freedom from responsibility that she normally never let herself enjoy. Of course... she'd be paying for it tomorrow.
But she wasn't worried about tomorrow as she curled her arms around David, her naked skin still tingling as it brushed against his. It had hurt at first. Really hurt. She'd almost screamed. But after the hurt there was something else... something wonderful. She sighed contentedly against his neck and nestled a little closer. "I trust you," she whispered softly before closing her eyes. And she did. She had to. At least... she had to for now.