Lex grinned into the kiss as he let himself be pulled down. He supported his weight on his arms, but he was careful to make sure that his body lay flush on top of hers. Her hands tangled in his hair, grasping and pulling and driving him to the purest form of insanity. This<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>insane, there was simply no denying it, but it was so good. Their bodies molded together so perfectly, like he'd fantasized about last night. She was soft where he was hard, and they melted together as if somehow that's just how they were supposed to be.<br/><br/>The most interesting thing about being blind was being able to experiment with how exactly he found things. He found her neck by trailing feather-light kisses along her jaw, and from there he traveled down. With a few well-placed kisses to the hollow of her throat, her chest, her stomach, his trail finally led him to what he was after. His teeth dragged along her hip bone, just above where he felt the waistline of her pants, before he slid back up her body to nestle himself between her legs. He wanted her to know what she was doing to him, wanted her to<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>it.<br/><br/>"You're going to have to start warning me when you guys plan on dry humping," Marcus called out, blankets in hand as he picked out interesting patterns on the ceiling from his place in the doorway. He heard Lex swear, a LOT, but out of his periphery, Marcus didn't see him get up. "I mean, I brought blankets. For the blanket fort... It fucking reeks of alcohol in here," he realized suddenly.