Blue's feather-light touch burned through the fabric of his shirt to his skin, and when she touched his skin it burned through to his core. All he could do was concentrate on breathing while she worked on him. Even his laugh at her comment came out as more of a hitched breath. The hairs on the back of his neck stood in the wake of her nothing-touch. Her forehead pressed against his, and he could feel her breath against his skin, intermingling with his own somewhere between them.<br/><br/>“Solidly a 10,” he agreed wholeheartedly, suddenly sorry for ever insinuating she was a 7.9. Slowly, painfully so, he moved his hands along her body, snaking one hand behind her neck and one arm around her waist. The hand at her neck came up, his fingertips just barely brushing her skin as he cupped her jaw. His thumb pushed her chin up a bit to look at him, and he only wished he could look back at her. He couldn't even imagine how lovely she must look, cheeks tainted pink from the alcohol and eyes glazed over from excitement. The mental image was almost too perfect to handle.<br/><br/>Their lips met, chaste at first so Lex could test the waters. She tasted of something spicy, sweet, and dangerous; no doubt an effect of the whiskey. Once he'd tasted her though, all he wanted to do was taste her again, and again, and again.