Lex chuckled and bit back the urge to tell her that she should just keep him drunk and take advantage of him then. "I like drunk you, too," he replied, hands floating down Blue's body until they came to a rest at her hips. His thumbs hooked around the belt loops at her waist, pulling downward ever so slightly. His head dipped low, and he found her shoulder first before he kissed his way back to his intended target of her neck. When he spoke, it was in between kisses to her neck and jaw. "Are you still going to let me do this when you're not drunk?"<br/><br/>He hadn't considered the implications of his words. They'd been half-naked and non-stop flirtatious last night, so that was a good sign. But what if this was a mistake? Not in the sense that Lex would regret it. He wouldn't, plain and simple. It'd been years since he'd been so intimate with someone; whatever this turned out to be could only be an improvement over his other option of no intimacy at all. But that was speaking for himself, though, not Blue. Surely she'd stop him if he took it too far, if she was in her right mind. But she wasn't; she was drunk. He didn't want to think about what things would be like if she sobered up and realized that no, she really didn't want to sleep with him.