Well, there's a point that Lex couldn't argue against even if he wanted to. His lips parted in a silent sigh as Blue guided him to her waist, and he did exactly what she suggested. His hands felt over her, localized close to where she'd placed them, and then further, lower, until he found himself squeezing her thighs. He had been correct, last night. Blue was definitely going to give him a heart attack.<br/><br/>Nimble fingers trailed back up Blue's legs, until he found himself back at her waist. He casually hooked a thumb down the waistband of her pants, pressing into the hollow of her hip. Her skin was soft, almost intoxicatingly so. And all he could think of was how much softer it might be if her clothes weren't in the way. He made no move to take them off; he'd only just gotten back in her good graces, and he wasn't one to just presume. That didn't stop him from using his imagination, though.<br/><br/>Finally, he'd almost had enough of the tease. He wasn't sure that he could ever actually get enough of running his hands over her body, but it just wasn't enough. The thumb he'd hooked down into her jeans pulled forward suddenly, jerking her toward him. There was no better way to feel her body than to have it flush against his own. “Now, that's better.”