They probably shouldn't have found Emma's discomfort as entertaining as she did, but it really couldn't be held against her. They were all grown women in their own relationships (if you could call what Marcus and Katie had a relationship), in all respects it shouldn't be such a big deal. Of course, Emma had a different background then her and Katie, but it wasn't like they were out sharing it with the world. Just a little boy talk between girls. She was pretty sure that was the one thing she actually did that girls were suppose to do.
When Katie started in on her own sexploits, Lexi snorted. "Locker room? You don't say?" she teased, not at all surprised by it. Hell, she'd be more surprised if Katie had told her they'd had sex with the lights on. This was Katie Bell and Marcus Flint, they were talking about. She was bloody sure they had sex on a pile of old Quidditch gear.
She grinned at Emma's horrified screeching and shrugged. "Clint likes the shower to. There's something to be said for wet skin." She didn't mind the shower, but it certainly wasn't her favourite. She was sure it was more a guy thing. As Katie continued to goad Emma into telling her own secrets, Lexi let her thoughts drift for a moment. There really wasn't any place scandalous they'd had sex, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Nor did it make their sex life boring. It was more that that she didn't need to go searching it out.
When Emma actually admitted to having sex on Adrian's desk, Lexi cheered! "Desk sex. God. I know what I'm doing when I get home. Good for you, Emma." Now that? Definitely better than shower sex. "Sorry ladies, but you're not getting anything scandalous from me. I don't work with Clint, so locker room is out of the question and Clint's desk is at his house. We're home when we have sex and there's no limitations to location. Half the time I don't even realize where we've ended up till it's all over."