Chel's perception altered and wavered for a second, then settled for a few more seconds like a tv signal that wasn't fully picking up. She could hear Lexx's thoughts. They were slurred and drunken.
"It won't kill me. Feels good. It's not bad. I like this." Even mentally he sounded drugged and Chel was confused. What did she do to him?
Chel scowled, suddenly aware of what she was witnessing. She didn't want to see this. She didn't want to see, but it moved forward quickly. The littan girl was unbuttoning Lexx's shirt as he stood enjoying her attention.
"I love you, Lexx." She was kissing him again and the air was suddenly stifling hot.
"As I do you, Clarice." Lexx responded in a quick breath. Her lips were brushing over his cheek, then his neck.
"Show me." There was a slight growl to the passionate tone in Clarice's voice, punctuated by a flash of fangs as she opened her mouth.
