Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Lex gasped softly at the soft tongue in her ear as she tossed her head to the side to give him better access, red hair spilling around her. One part of her brain noted the higher pitch, thought most of her just didn't care. It felt just as amazing, female or male.

She removed one arm from Anatoly's neck and while starting at his neck, began feeling out the muscles in his neck, side and back. While familiar, they felt different when traced by a smaller, more delicate hand. She found she couldn't stop.