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196 years before launch of Andromeda Initiative
A simple rule that works for any social group: if you don’t want to be shut out, don’t ignore invitations to any parties and outings.
Knowing this simple fact, Lexi T’Perro – student of Citadel University Medical School – decided to join her fellow students for a night out. When the majority voted they go to a strip club down the Wards, she didn’t protest – while Lexi wasn’t overly fond of such venues, she was quite used to them after many years of living on Omega and visiting her parents at work. So, what followed was a few hours of drinking games, laughter and embarrassment, in all of which Lexi participated only nominally – after all, she had to study next morning and, unlike most of her fellows, she did want to be able to do so. However, after a while the group dispersed – some ended up sleeping face-first on the table, while others sneaked off to get themselves private lap-dances.
Lexi ended up alone, sitting at the bar. Not that she minded that development – after all, places like this were perfect for studying other species and how they behave in a certain setting. And Lexi truly loved alien psychiatry.
However, this evening her studies were constantly interrupted. And no, it wasn’t that other patrons hit on her often (which they did), in fact, even that was seen by Lexi as an opportunity to study them. But every time Lexi tried to note the behavior of people who surrounded the main stage, her eyes kept drifting to a figure occupying it.
Although ‘owning the stage’ might have been more correct. During her Omegan childhood Lexi saw her fair share of asari dancers, but, damn, this girl put them all to shame. She was like water, like music given form and flesh – a very enticing form that Lexi had serious trouble tearing her eyes away. At some point Lexi’s eyes strayed – surprisingly – to the girl’s face, and it could be a trick of light or (more likely) of imagination, but Lexi was certain the girl had winked at her.
However, dancer’s performance soon ended, and Lexi, having enjoyed the show, turned to the bartender. She was just about to motion him over, when her Omega-honed spatial awareness kicked in, and she knew someone came up on her right. She turned immediately and internally sighed. A drell she didn’t know was standing next to her, slightly swaying, clearly drunk and, judging by his somewhat nonsynchronous blinking, recently stoned.
“Is this seat empty?” he didn’t slur the words, but increased pauses between them had confirmed Lexi’s suspicion that he’d just gotten high on something.
“Obviously.” And if you sit down, so will be mine, thought Lexi, pursing her lips and turning away from the drell, hoping he’ll get the hint and leave her alone. However, clinical part of her mind was immediately skeptical of this tactic.
That skepticism was soon rewarded. Drell didn’t sit, but he didn’t cease trying to start a conversation either.
“Haven’t I seen you some place before?”
“Of course you did,” answered Lexi, her tone dryer than a sandpaper. “That’s why I don’t go there anymore.”
The drell frowned. But, apparently, he was a persistent type, because one second later he leaned even closer.
“Come on, don’t be like that. I bet I could make you very happy.”
“Why? Are you leaving?”
As soon as words left her mouth, Lexi realized there’s going to be an incident. Drell’s frown turned into an angry grimace and he reached for her. However, before Lexi flared her biotics, drell’s arm was enveloped in a stasis that wasn’t of her making.
“I believe she told you to fuck off, reptile. Or are you too dumb to understand that?” said silky, rich female voice with a steel undertone. Lexi looked behind the drell and her eyes widened. It was the dancer from before – she had changed into slightly less revealing clothes and was now glowing with biotic corona, holding Lexi’s assailant at bay.
Drell whirled around as much as the stasis field around his arm allowed him, but when he saw who got him, his snarl turned into a lecherous grin.
“Why, lass, you wanna join us?”
The dancer rolled her eyes.
“Dumb it is,” she motioned to the nearest bouncer, a krogan who immediately stomped their way. Drell visibly deflated at the sight of him. “Chaxx, be a darling and deal with this Compact-reject. I think he had enough fun for tonight.”
“Sure thing, Lenaye,” rumbled krogan, hauling the drell away.
Lenaye turned back to Lexi, flashed her the most brilliant smile and sat on the stool drell was aiming at.
“Sorry for this jerk. Security’s been lax today, this place is usually a lot more classy.”
Lexi raised an eyebrow and looked around the club.
“Classy?” she asked, incredulous.
“Yep. As in not allowing beautiful girls to be accosted by some junkies.” Lenaye winked at her and Lexi felt her cheeks getting warmer. For a second she wondered if she didn’t imagine that wink on the stage.
“I believe, the purpose of security is in keeping patrons off dancers, not other patrons,” Lexi pointed out, deciding not to acknowledge the compliment, but still feeling slightly lightheaded for it. How much did she drink?
“Hmm, true. It’s also their job to keep the club clean from stoners, but if I said that, I wouldn’t be able to call you beautiful in the same sentence.” Lenaye’s eyes sparkled at seeing Lexi’s blush fully blossom. “Also, I’m really sorry that idiot had bothered you. So sorry, that I simply insist on buying you a drink as an apology.”
Lexi softly laughed, before nodding her consent, the blush never leaving her cheeks.
“Smooth,” she noted. Lenaye’s smile widened.
“I know,” then she motioned to the bartender with two finders. Alas, said bartender – a young turian, who was polishing glasses nearby – had his eyes glued to Lenaye’s chest ever since she approached the bar. When he didn’t react to her order, she leaned over and started snapping her fingers in front of him. “Thessia to Palaven! Dude, you can look as much as you want, as long as you bring me and my friend our damn drinks!”
Turian flinched, snapping out of his reverie, mumbled “Sorry, Lenaye,” placed two drinks in front of them and quickly made himself scarce. Lenaye watched him go, rolled her eyes and then looked back at Lexi.
“Males, I swear. No matter the species, they can’t focus on more than one thing at once.”
Lexi took her drink, sipped it and appraisingly looked at Lenaye over the rim of her glass, her gaze lingering exactly where the bartender’s eyes had been a minute ago. A second later she caught herself and her panicked mind immediately supplied:
“I’m quite certain that existence of breasts proves that males can focus on at least two things at once.”
Lexi mentally slapped herself on the forehead and vowed not to drink anything from this point forward. Ever. However, Lenaye had laughed at her joke, a pure and unrestrained sound that Lexi decided she quite liked.
“That’s a really good point,” agreed the dancer. Lexi shrugged.
“I’m a scientist. Well, a student of science,” she corrected herself. “Proving theories is my job.”
“Scientist, really?” Lenaye seemed genuinely interested, her beautiful violet eyes never left Lexi’s. “What’s your field?”
“Medicine.”
“Ah, you’re a doctor, then,” purred Lenaye with only a hint of teasing.
“A future one, but yes,” Lexi looked directly at the girl with a slight challenge in her eyes. “Why, you’re interested in the field?”
“Nope, mostly interested in learning your name,” Lenaye’s eyes sparkled.
“Oh,” didn’t she blush enough for today? “I’m Lexi.”
“Nice to meet you, doctor Lexi,” another purr. “I’m Lenaye, by the way.”
“Yes, I’ve heard.” Lexi smiled and, unsure of where to lead from here, tentatively asked. “Not a fan of science, then?”
Lenaye shook her head slowly.
“Hmm, no, not really. Although I once read an article on the dangers of drinking. It was some scary shit. After that I decided – that’s it, no more reading.”
Caught off guard, Lexi laughed, and Lenaye’s smile turned into a wide grin.
“I don’t suppose you remember the article’s title, then,” said Lexi teasingly. “I’d love to read it.”
Actually, I really would…
“Oh, I can sum it up for you,” nonchalantly answered Lenaye and leaned closer, brushing her foot along Lexi’s calf. “It went like this: if you drink vodka over ice it can give you kidney failure. Rum over ice – liver failure. Whiskey over ice – heart problems. Gin over ice – brain problems. So, apparently, ice is really bad for you.”
Despite the fact that a simple touch set her on fire, Lexi began rolling her eyes by the middle of the joke. However, she still chuckled at the end.
“You realize that medical students learn this and about a hundred other medial jokes in their freshman years?”
“Still made you laugh.” Lexi hummed, agreeing. “What else do medical students learn?”
Lexi decided it was her turn to make Lenaye blush.
“All sorts of things. As physicians we learn different hands-on techniques, like massage, for example. How to touch, where to touch.” Ah, there it goes. Lenaye’s cheeks became slightly darker, and Lexi allowed herself a pleased smile. “Too bad you don’t like reading, I could send you all sorts of fascinating articles regarding these techniques.”
“You know, I might make an exception for something so… practical.” Lenaye licked her lips and suddenly all the warmth and heat Lexi was feeling rushed to her lower regions.
“Well,” she cleared her throat and decided to slow down a bit. “Seriously though, it depends on the specialty.”
“And what area do you study specifically?”
Lexi paused. Five minutes ago she wasn’t even considering meeting anyone new in this bar. In fact, she turned down every patron who approached her. But then, there was something about this girl... Lexi bit her lower lip and then tentatively asked.
“I thought you weren’t interested in science.”
Lenaye’s sudden soft smile was even more beautiful that her earlier flirtatious ones, and Lexi felt her breath catch.
“No, but I am interested in getting to know you better.”
Lexi swallowed thickly and felt her lips stretching in an answering smile.
“Well, currently I aim for degrees in internal medicine and traumatology. So, massages aren’t outside my professional sphere of interest,” she teased. “But I hope to add a psychiatry to that at some point.”
Lenaye chuckled.
“What, getting into people’s heads as an ordinary asari wasn’t not enough for you, and you decided to learn what makes them tick?”
“Actually, I prefer researching to simply knowing. Watching people, learning from them. In fact, I can think up several experiments that could be carried out in this very club,” said Lexi with a hint of enthusiasm and pride.
Lenaye snorted at that.
“Don’t know what that would look like, but the owner will probably have a fit.” She looked at her glass briefly, and then again at Lexi. “You know, I’m curious. What does psychiatry say about people who visit strip clubs?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“That they are masochists.”
Lenaye nearly choked, prompting a short laugh from Lexi. Then Lexi explained.
“Well, the regulars here are. From psychiatric point of view strip club’s regulars have masochistic tendencies. They form attachments to dancers, but fail to realize that these feelings can never be returned. The dancer will never commit to the regular’s wellbeing, or meet him outside the club…” Lexi trailed off, having realized what she’d said, whom she’d said it to, and that these last words had for some reason immensely saddened her.
Lenaye, who was intently looking at her the whole time, suddenly stood up.
“That’s where your smart-ass scientists are wrong.” She took Lexi’s hand and pulled her toward the exit. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Lexi asked, incredulous. She didn’t resist, however, and followed Lenaye.
“Outside the club.”
* * *
Several months later
Lexi smiled, when she felt someone pressing against her back and an arm sneaking around her midsection, followed by a ghost of soft lips on her neck.
“Lenaye,” she said in a half-amused and half-chastising tone.
“Lexi,” came an unrepentant husky whisper at her ear, followed by a few more insistent kisses up her neck, getting closer and closer to her crest.
“I have to study,” said Lexi, managing to sound firmer.
Instead of a reply, hand that was loosely holding her close to Lenaye shifted, and Lenaye began slowly lifting the hem of Lexi’s shirt, teasing her stomach with fingertips, as her hand moved up.
“All you do is study. Take a break,” came a soft whisper, and then tip of Lenaye’s tongue traced Lexi’s crest.
Lexi closed her eyes and silently prayed to the Goddess.
“I c-can’t,” she stammered. “I have to finish this article by the end of the week.”
“A short break,” ghost of Lenaye’s breath teased tips of Lexi’s crest, and then the maiden lightly bit one, causing Lexi to take in a sharp breath. Lenaye softened the bite by tracing it with her tongue and then wrapping her lips around the tip and sucking on it.
“It won’t be short. I know you,” protested Lexi, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations. However, she sounded much less convinced than mere seconds ago.
Lenaye, apparently abandoning verbal convincing in favor of other oral methods, moved lower and began teasing small crestbuds, hidden under rigid cartilage, with her lips and tongue. Lexi shivered with delight and internally dreaded where this was going. She really did need to finish this artic…
Lenaye’s tongue moved even lower and found the spot on Lexi’s neck. The spot, where asari crest’s nerve endings were centered. Lexi could have given a lecture on how important this spot was for asari physiology, except… Goddess…
Color exploded behind her eyes. She was rapidly losing control.
“I see you did read some of the articles I’ve sent you,” Lexi managed to say, aiming for the dry tone, but ending up almost breathless as she desperately tried to stifle a moan. Then Lenaye increased the pressure and said moan still escaped Lexi’s lips.
Lenaye quietly laughed.
“I read those that sounded more like ‘ways to turn an asari on against her better judgement’, instead of ‘how to bore every maiden to the death’,” she said. Lexi chuckled.
“You could probably write a thesis on that first one,” she replied, turning around and drawing Lenaye into a searing kiss. After they broke apart, Lexi said. “Alright, you win. Just give me two minutes to finish this part.”
Lenaye cocked her head to the side and traced her finger along Lexi’s crest, toward her ear, and then along her jaw.
“Don’t make me wait too long,” she whispered, then turned, walked away, seductively swaying her hips, and disappeared into the bedroom.
Lexi sighed, watching her go, and then turned to her terminal. Her fingers rapidly flew over the holoboard – she had a very good motivation to finish this part swiftly now. However, as she wrote the last paragraph, her mind immediately supplied ideas for the next section. Lexi, afraid that she might forget those crucial details, began placing notes, then outlying the sections, then expanding them and detailing…
When Lexi sipped her tea, she grimaced. Cold. And then she froze, remembering.
Goddess…
When she walked into bedroom, Lenaye was peacefully lying on the sheets, her eyes closed. Lexi called her name several times, but Lenaye didn’t stir. Lexi sighed, looked at the clock and scowled. She was used to loosing track of time, but that was a whole new level.
Sighing again, Lexi left her sleeping lover and returned to the terminal to finish her paper.
* * *
A week and a few days later
Lexi was drumming her fingers onto the table, while waiting for Lenaye to answer her vid-call. They haven’t talked for a while – since the night Lexi was finishing her article, to be exact – but that wasn’t why Lexi couldn’t wait to talk to her. She was excited – she’d just come up with a perfect initial assessment experiment for her research on krogan virility, and what made it even more ideal was the fact that she could spend some time with Lenaye while doing it.
Lenaye answered the call, her face appearing on Lexi’s omni-tool. The maiden looked delighted to see Lexi at first, but then for some reason she schooled her expression and pursed her lips.
“Oh, hello, Lexi.” She said neutrally. “Surprised you called.”
Lexi noticed the strange greeting, but decided it was because Lenaye was still at work – she often ‘played cool’ in front of other employees while talking to Lexi over the vid-call. So, Lexi went ahead.
“Hello, Lenaye. I’m calling to ask if you have a day off tomorrow? I was hoping you could help me with some of my preliminary research?”
Lenaye looked at her with an expression of disbelief on her face.
“That’s why you’re calling?”
“Well, yes.” Lexi paused, carefully looking at her lover. Pursed lips, small frown… Lenaye looked displeased. Apparently, something was off. “Lenaye, is everything alright?”
“Aside from the fact that we haven’t talked since the night you gave up this…” she motioned at her body, and Lexi’s gaze immediately followed… And then snapped back to Lenaye’s eyes. “…for an article, and now you call only to ask for my help with another one… No, I can’t think of a single thing that could be wrong.”
If sarcasm could physically hurt people, Lexi would be a bleeding mess after that last sentence. Realizing she was the reason behind Lenaye’s mood, Lexi sighed.
“I didn’t give you up, I got… carried away.”
“You’re really not helping your case right now.”
Which, Lexi mused, she really didn’t. She was so consumed with her studies that she forgot about the flow of time... For an entire week. Still, she had a very good explanation for that too.
“Look, I’m sorry… I really am, but I’m having a rough time at the university right now. There’s one deadline after another, and… Remember there were weeks when you had to work several shifts in a row and we almost didn’t see each other? Well, just like back then, it’ll pass. I promise.”
Lenaye’s upset demeanor cracked and she hesitated. Apparently the subtle ‘you did something like that too’ rebuke worked. Lexi didn’t blame Lenaye for those weeks, when the maiden spent several nights at the club and then had to sleep her exhaustion off for a few days. But that didn’t mean Lexi couldn’t use this precedent for her own defense.
Lenaye sighed.
“Fine. I’ll help. What do you want me to do?”
Lexi smiled brightly and excitedly began to explain:
“Well, there’s some raw empirical data I need to gather…”
Lenaye raised her hand to stop Lexi.
“Could you give me a version for the uneducated, please?”
Lexi managed not to roll her eyes – she was just getting back into Lenaye’s good graces after all – and patiently explained.
“You and I will go to the Wards. I’ll need you to approach several krogan, strike a conversation with them, then ask a few questions – I’ll give you a list of them – and…”
“Lexi?”
Lexi paused.
“Yes?”
“Are you asking me to hit on a krogan?”
Lexi blinked.
“Not quite… Although, essentially… Yes. Is it a problem?”
Lenaye’s face was a stone mask. She cocked her head to the side and carefully looked at Lexi.
“Let me ask again. Are you, my girlfriend, asking me to hit on some random krogan?”
Another pause.
“Well, it’s for science…”
Lenaye’s expression became an epitome of the word “incredulous”. Lexi sighed.
“Look, if I can’t find enough evidence for my theory through this empirical testing, the university will never sanction any further, more fundamental research…”
“So, you need to pimp me out to a krogan.”
“That’s not what I…”
Before Lexi could explain herself, Lenaye frowned, a question forming in her mind, and stopped her.
“Hold on, why do you need to pimp out me specifically?”
Lexi sighed deeply and began telling Lenaye exactly what she was trying to say before the first interruption.
“I don’t need you specifically, I need someone who can provoke a positive, stimulating reaction in a krogan. Ideally I’d ask a krogan female to do this, but it’d be near impossible to find one on the Citadel, let alone convince her to participate. And asari are the only other species that can provoke necessary reactions in krogan.”
Lenaye smiled slyly at that.
“You mean, we’re the only ones who can make them horny instead of angry.”
“Essentially, yes.”
“Okay.” Lenaye narrowed her eyes. “Why can’t you do this yourself then?”
Lexi began explaining basic science procedure, her voice a monotone.
“First, as an observer I must be a non-participant in the experiment. And second, I need someone with a certain attitude. If I go and start talking to them…”
“Then you’ll go all clinical, analyze shit out of their words and they’ll immediately know something’s wrong?”
That was spoken with a slight but noticeable sharp undertone, which made Lexi frown. But instead of asking What the hell, Lenaye? she said:
“Exactly. Which is why you would be perfect for this – you’re as close to a typical asari maiden as it gets and…”
Lenaye folded her arms across the chest. Lexi paused, sensing she said something wrong. Again.
“Lenaye?”
“You sure know how to make a girl to feel special.”
Of course. Calling someone you are in a relationship with “typical” is never a good move.
“You know I didn’t mean it as a bad thing.” Lexi tried to placate Lenaye.
“U-huh. Right.”
Lexi sighed. This whole conversation was going as smoothly as a salarian-krogan negotiation. It was time to play her best (or the only one) card.
“Look… I can’t force you to participate if you don’t want to, but… if it helps, think about it as a chance to spend some time with me.”
Lexi smiled, looking at her lover affectionately. Lenaye studied her for a long, long moment. Then she finally sighed and softly said:
“Fine. Fine, I’ll help. Meet you at the Wards access tomorrow morning.”
Then she cut the connection. Still feeling slightly uneasy after the conversation, Lexi sat back and replayed it in her head, trying to pinpoint what exactly caused Lenaye’s displeasure. She thought the original point of Lexi not calling had been resolved, however the friction continued throughout the entire call. Then Lexi noticed that the most negative reaction from Lenaye arose when Lexi was talking about her in terms of the experiment. Lenaye was responding perfectly fine both times when Lexi mentioned their relationship – even when she essentially accused Lenaye of neglecting her for a few weeks – but she became prickly every time Lexi explained her role in the observation. Could it be the cause? And if it was, what exactly disturbed Lenaye? Was she simply bored with science, and agreeing to help Lexi only because they were involved? Or was there some much deeper issue? Lexi decided she had to ask Lenaye when they met in person.
However, the next day, when the pair went down the Wards, they both had so much fun – Lenaye flirting with krogan males and Lexi amusing herself with their reactions – that the questions completely slipped Lexi’s mind, and when she remembered them, she decided the entire “tension” might have been the work of her imagination.
Perhaps, there was no issue at all?
* * *
Two weeks later
Lenaye’s one arm was wrapped around Lexi’s shoulders as they were lying on a bed in Lexi’s apartment. They have just finished a string of very strenuous and highly pleasurable activities that began somewhere at the front door, and Lenaye was gently tracing the side of Lexi’s crest as she looked with a slightly smug expression at her worn out lover, who was cuddled up into her. However, for the past minute or so Lexi looked like she was solving some very difficult problem in her mind – she stared at the wall, biting her lip and slightly frowning. Lenaye couldn’t help herself, she reached out and smoothed the wrinkle between her eyes with a finger.
“Look at you, all deep in thought again. And here I was trying to fuck it all out of you,” she teased. “Mission definitely not accomplished. I’ll have to try harder then.” Her left hand sneaked lower to stroke Lexi’s nipple, and with her right hand she pulled Lexi in for a soft, lazy kiss.
When they both broke apart, smiling, Lexi said,
“Despite how promising that sounds, I’m quite certain we’re both spent for tonight.”
Lenaye languidly stretched her limbs and grinned.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” She snuggled closer to Lexi and, gently stroking her neck folds, asked. “What were you thinking about?”
Lexi’s smile widened.
“Remember the experiment I asked you to participate in? The one about krogan virility?”
Lenaye threw her head back onto the pillow, rolled her eyes and groaned.
“Seriously? How can you think about krogan sex parts and whatever, when we’ve just banged?!”
“Well, you’re not only amazing in bed, but you’ve also done wonderfully during our little research spree.” Lenaye tensed slightly and Lexi began stroking her arm. Her head was now resting slightly above Lenaye’s breast, so she didn’t see her lover also frown at the comment. “After observing your interaction with krogan specimens I’ve managed to find some very convincing…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Lenaye suddenly pulled away and sat upright.
“Fuck, Lexi! I’m not some subject for a thesis of yours!” her voice was uncharacteristically terse as she half-turned toward Lexi.
Lexi frowned, unsure about the reason behind Lenaye’s outburst. Then she remembered their tense vid-call before the experiment and carefully asked:
“Of course not, Lenaye, what makes you say that? Is it about the experiment? If you didn’t want to do it, you should have just said so.”
Lenaye shook her head vehemently.
“It’s not just about that! In fact, it’s not at all about your damn experiment! Hell, I even liked it in a way. I like spending time with you, Lexi. A lot, if you haven’t figured that out yet.” She gestured between their naked forms meaningfully and then continued in a softer tone. “I want… This. Us, together, having fun… Maybe more.” She looked so vulnerable when she said that, and Lexi smiled and tried to answer I want that too. But Lenaye wasn’t finished. She set her jaw, and Lexi felt her stomach churn slightly – the look on Lenaye’s face was… well, Lexi knew enough of psychology to understand, that it didn’t bode well for both her and their relationship. “But it’s like you don’t even care who is next to you. You love your research more than anything in your life, Lexi. More than…” her throat tightened, and Lenaye didn’t finish that sentence. Instead, she continued. “Sometimes it looks like you care, but then the next second you are detached and clinical, and then I feel like you don’t give a shit after all. I feel… I feel like I’m just another test subject that you string along for some long-term experiment of yours.”
Lexi’s pain at hearing these words reflected in her expression.
“Oh, Lenaye, that’s not true…” she trailed off suddenly, seeing Lenaye narrow her eyes. Lexi immediately realized her mistake, but it was too late.
“’Not true’? So now you know what I feel better than I do? But of course, I shouldn’t be surprised that great doctor Lexi T’Perro has us all figured out! That everyone around her has been meticulously analyzed and then sorted into neatly catalogued groups!” Then she leaned forward aggressively, so that her face was now maybe ten inches from Lexi’s. “By the way, which group am I, experimental or control?”
The was so much venom in her voice that Lexi shuddered. But she understood Lenaye wasn’t thinking straight, so she had to defuse the situation by herself. She reached out to her lover gently, trying to cup her face, but Lenaye batted her hands away.
“Lenaye…”
“Don’t!” Her voice again softened a fraction. “You know, back when we first met, when I was on stage, you didn’t look at me the same way as everyone else. I thought, maybe it means there could be something real.” Then her gaze and words hardened. “But now I know, you look at everyone the same damn clinical way. We’re all just potential experiments for you. Hell, you even said that yourself back then!”
“Lenaye, please, listen to me…” Contrary to her plea, Lenaye got up from the bed and began quickly dressing herself. Her movements, usually slow, smooth and graceful, were now short, precise and angry. “Wait, where are you going?”
“Leaving you to your fucking experiments.” Lenaye bit off bitterly.
Lexi quickly got up herself, but stopped short of approaching her lover. She tried to reason with her once again.
“Lenaye, wait. Please, calm down and let’s talk about it…”
“Stop trying to use your psychoanalytic shit on me!” Lenaye snapped, making Lexi flinch. Then she moved to the door and opened it. “I hope you and you fucking science will be very happy together.” She said sarcastically over her shoulder. “Don’t call me anymore.”
With that she slammed the door behind her.