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Present
It was Friday morning, probably around 6 am, and Lexa was out for a run with her earphones on and her music playlist on shuffle. She had a big case yesterday she wasn't able to win, and she's not that mad because even she knew her client deserved at least a few years of prison, but she needs a distraction. She stopped in a red light and used her palm to wipe some of the sweat from her forehead.
She runs until she's at the café a few streets away from her apartment and buys herself a coffee and a slice of chocolate cake. She thanks the already known cashier giving the young girl a smile and leaving her change as tips.
Lexa was walking back to her home, not really caring about anything else besides getting there soon to eat her generous breakfast, when her phone started ringing in the pocket of her running shorts. Thinking it was a possible client, she answered the call without taking the time to look at the screen of her phone to check on the ID of the call.
"Lexa Woods." She says with what people call her "business voice" when she answered her phone.
"Hey Lexa." Lexa gulps. She forgets how to speak for a few seconds as she keeps walking to her apartment. "Good morning."
"M-Morning Clarke, is everything okay?" The green eyed woman asks trying not to think about the worst possible scenario, Clarke never calls her so early, saying that she isn't a morning person is an understatement.
"Yeah, don't worry," she younger woman says from the other side of the phone and Lexa could hear a small giggle in the background. "I was just wondering at what time you get off of work today."
Lexa frowns as she enters the building and gives the receptionist a small nod. Clarke knows at what time she's off every day, she has made sure to tell her in case she needs her help with something. She presses the elevator button and waits for the doors to open. "Hmm, at 6 pm? Like, every other day, Clarke." Lexa answers and hears the familiar ding that lets her know the elevator is here.
She steps in and hopes her phone signal won't be affected or else she'll have to wait until reaching the 8th floor to call Clarke again.
"Right, sorry," the girl says and laughs softly. Lexa couldn't help but let her lips curve up forming a little smile when she heard Clarke's laugh. "I was, uh, just wondering if you had your night free today."
What?
"I-I do," Lexa answers cursing at herself because she let the familiar butterflies on her belly come back. "Why?"
Lexa opens the door of her apartment and when she sees the small toys on the carpet of her living room and the few stuffed animals on the couch, she makes a mental note to clean before she goes to bed today. She has been really busy this week. The brunette leaves the paper bag that contains her breakfast in the kitchen and waits for the woman she'll always love to answer her question.
She walks back to the living room avoiding to step in any toy and sits in the couch with her earphones still on.
Lexa doesn't know how much time has passed when Clarke's voice comes back.
"Hey, sorry, I think a little someone heard your voice because my phone was on speaker and wanted some attention."
Lexa laughs with a smile on her face and rubs her sweaty forehead. "How's she today?" She asks.
"She's fine, apparently with a lot of energy today." Clarke answers and Lexa can hear her young daughter babbling things she obviously can't understand, probably in her mother's arms.
"Will I see her tomorrow?"
"Yeah, hmm, 'bout that," Clarke begins and Lexa can feel the disappointment already. She hasn't seen her daughter since last Saturday, like Lexa does every week when she and Clarke take their daughter to the park for the afternoon, Lexa does get a daily picture her ex lover sends her but she misses having her little girl in her arms. "Remember I asked you if you had your afternoon free?"
"Yes Clarke, I remember," Lexa says and sighs.
"I was wondering if you could pick Marie up from my place around 6:30 pm today, I... I have a date tonight."
And it only took those 5 words for Lexa to feel her world crashing down around her.
Clarke has a date tonight.
And not with her.
But of course Lexa knows she shouldn't feel like this. Clarke broke up with her nearly a year ago, clearly because she doesn't feel the same way Lexa still does, before their daughter was even born.
Lexa feels like as if her throat was a desert and she has to cough a few times before she finds her voice again. She can't really say her heart is broken by the words that left her ex's mouth, because she's sure it has been in tiny pieces for months now.
"Lexa are you okay?" Clarke asks truly concerned. Lexa nods but then remembers she can't see her.
"Y-Yeah, I was just..." Lexa stutters, "I was drinking coffee and didn't realize it was too hot." Good one.
"Okay," Clarke simply says knowing the woman was lying to her. "So what do you say? She can sleep at your place if you feel comfortable. Or I could just ask my mother..."
"No!" Lexa says and coughs again. "I mean, no Clarke, is okay, of course I want to spend time with my daughter. And I'd love to if you let me look after her for the night too."
"Great! Thanks! I owe you one," Lexa closes her eyes and sighs again trying not to be mad at herself for thinking her one true love wanted to spend time with her. God she feels like an idiot. Clearly Clarke won't ever give her a second chance to prove that she has changed. "I will pack her things in her diaper bag, are you really sure you don't mind her sleeping over at your place? You can drop her off at my mom's place if you don't want her to spend the night."
"No Clarke. Besides you know your mom still doesn't like me, I don't think I can handle death glares on Friday nights," she tries to joke and makes Clarke laugh softly. That sound alone makes her feel just a little bit better. "Give my baby a kiss from me and tell her I love her okay?" Lexa stands up and walks to the bathroom. "Goodbye."
"See you later! Thanks again."
Lexa is the one who ends the call, she takes off her earphones and her phone from her pocket admiring the picture on her screen of the day Marie was born. Lexa takes her clothes off and steps into the shower hoping the hot water will help her erase her thoughts of her ex, and the woman she still loves, with someone else.
And her coffee, with the barista's phone number written in the white cup, and her slice of chocolate cake are left on her kitchen counter long, long forgotten.
*
Past
Clarke looks at her reflection in the mirror of her bathroom with a big smile on her face. This is the day she's finally getting the job of her dreams. She hears her best friend calling her name from the living room of their shared apartment and after looking at herself just one more time to check that her teeth are as white as pearls, she leaves the bathroom closing the door behind her.
Clarke takes her purse and sunglasses from her bed, just where she left them before getting into the bathroom, and makes her way to the living room where Octavia is patiently waiting for her on the couch staring down at her phone. She's probably texting Raven, their other friend who's currently at work in the mechanic taller she owns.
"Rae says she's taking us tonight for drinks if you get this job." Octavia says, she locks her phone, shoves it inside her purse and looks up at her blond friend.
"Tell her then that we're definitely going out tonight."
Octavia laughs and interlocks her arm on Clarke's as they leave the apartment and the building to catch a cab. Neither of them wants to walk to the subway station. Even when it's only a few streets down.
Their latin driver parks his yellow car just outside the gallery Clarke is hoping to get her job today. She knows she just got out of college graduated with her art major, but hopefully if they like her enough she'll get the chance to be the owner's assistant. And if he sees her paintings, especially the abstracts ones she's so, so proud of, he might give her a chance to show to the world, or at least a few people of New York, how good everyone says she is.
"You know if you get this job it'd mean that your mom will stop thinking it was a mistake for you to drop med school?" Octavia asks as Clarke pays the driver who leaves right after she closes the door with the loud radio playing songs in Spanish.
"Yeah," Clarke shrugs. "I still need to get this job O, and remember this gallery's exhibitions are always just photographs, but hopefully the owner will give me a chance in a few months." Octavia opens the door and it smells so good inside she closed her eyes to fully enjoy the sweet aroma of vanilla. Exactly like the cappuccino they had this morning on their apartment. Just before Raven had to leave.
A tall man greets them with a sweet smile on his face.
"You must be Clarke," he says. "I'm Lincoln, the boss as everyone says." He laughs, hoping the girls in front of him will relax. Especially the blue eyed. Both of them look stressed.
"That's me," Clarke says and extends her hand to shake his. "Clarke Griffin, trying to get a job to prove her mom wrong."
Now everyone in the room laughs.
"This way Clarke, I'd like to ask you a few questions."
Clarke nods and follows Lincoln to the back of the gallery where she presumes he has his office. She looks back to her friend and Octavia smiles to her, gives her thumbs up and mouths, "you got this."
Clarke literally hugs her new boss, who's definitely better than the old lady at the diner she worked as a waitress since the first year of college, when he tells her she got the job. She needs to come on Monday morning to open the gallery and greet the possible costumers with a big smile on her face. Clarke knows she can handle that. And she gets off at 7 pm every day. She can't ask for a better way to end her week.
Octavia wasn't able to stop congratulating her friend telling Clarke of how proud of her she is. They've known each other since they were kids and seeing her friend finally doing what she loves again makes her happy.
The younger brunette spent the ride on the subway back to their home sharing her opinions with Clarke of the photographies she stared at while the blonde was inside the small office on her interview, Clarke admitted she was too focused on getting the job that she didn't properly look at the exhibition. She makes a mental note to do it on Monday morning though.
Octavia asked Clarke if she knew who the photographer is, but the only thing the blonde knows is that this mysterious person doesn't go to the gallery very often and publishes their works as A.W.
"Don't tell Raven I got the job yet," Clarke says as she slips off her coat and hangs it on a chair when they finally step into their apartment just a few hours after leaving it.
"Why not?" Octavia frowns. "I don't like keeping things from her, she's my girlfriend Clarke."
Clarke playfully rolls her eyes.
"It's not like that," she breaths out. "I just wanna see her face when she gets home."
"Ohhhh," Octavia laughs. "Right. Sorry. That totally makes sense. You know I don't like lying to her."
"Of course O," Clarke smiles sweetly to her friend. "What do you want for dinner? We can't go drinking with empty stomachs and Raven is getting back soon."
"I forgot you were the mom friend." Octavia jokes and sits on the kitchen counter after grabbing a glass of water and looks at Clarke while she takes a sip. "I dunno," she says after finishing her glass. "Let's just order some takeover."
"Well then I want Chinese." Clarke says as she makes her way to her bedroom to change her pencil skirt and blouse into some more comfortable clothes, she decides she's going to take a shower before they go to the club.
"Whatever you say, woman." Octavia says laughing. She takes her phone from the pocket of her jacket she still has on and calls their usual Chinese restaurant.
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"Lexa you need to get out of bed." The tall woman says, she opens the curtains of her roommate's room and opens the window, causing the not so sleeping woman on the bed to loudly groan and cover her face with her bedsheets trying to avoid the sun light on her face. "And you should shower. Like right now."
Lexa groans again and mumbles something from under the covers. Obviously Anya is not able to understand. She sighs in frustration.
"What did you say?" Anya tries again hoping her friend will get up from her bed where she has been since she returned from Texas three days ago.
Lexa mumbles the same thing again but doesn't make an effort to move.
"God you're such a child. You can't use the excuse of jet lag on me ever again." Anya says. "Get up. Come on. Right now or I'm taking your camera and canceling the new exhibition."
That phrase does catch the woman's attention and she slowly appears from under the covers of her bed.
"You're so annoying." Lexa mumbles again as she rubs her eyes hoping to avoid the light coming from outside.
Anya laughs. "Tell me something I don't know." She looks at her friend who still doesn't open her eyes and yawns. "Come on, it's like 5 pm and we're going out with Lincoln and Luna to get some drinks."
"Last time you said some drinks you woke up with a random woman on your bed." Lexa jokes and finally opens her eyes to look at her long time friend. Anya throws her a pillow straight into her face. "Why'd you do that? I'm awake!"
"I know." Anya says with a smirk on her face. "It was for being an ass."
"Whatever." Lexa rolls her eyes and extends her arm to get her phone from the nigh table. 5:38 pm. 3 missed calls. 7 new messages from her ex. Not this again, she thinks, as she quickly looks at the unanswered messages. It's always the same anyway. Every time Lexa is in town, Costia says she misses her, that they should go out and give their long broken relationship another try.
They go out for dinner, drinks or something. They go back to Costia's apartment, they have sex for hours until they're both exhausted and they end up fighting until Lexa comes back from her trips around the country.
But it's familiar. It's what they've been doing since they met the year they graduated from college, and it's all Lexa has known. Costia has been her first real girlfriend who accepted her not minding about anything at all. Especially regarding Lexa's crotch or her past. Costia has accepted her for who she is and that's probably the only reason why Lexa always comes back crawling to her arms.
"You have 5 minutes or I am leaving without you."
And with that, Anya closes the door behind her back making Lexa groan again and cover her face with a pillow. Lexa was about to just roll to her side and go back to sleep but she knows she should get up and have a good night with her friends. She haven't seen them in a while.
So she does. She rubs her eyes as she makes her way to the bathroom ignoring her still buzzing phone in her night table. She takes a quick shower and gets dressed with her favorite jeans, a t-shirt from an old rock band and her leather jacket.
She finds Anya in the kitchen eating a sandwich and looking at her with a smirk on her lips.
"I thought you were never coming out of your cave."
Lexa laughs.
"Shut up Anya," she replies and takes the other half of her friend's sandwich, the taller girl slaps her hand and Lexa laughs louder.
"Let's go before I kill you for stealing my food. I do not want to spend the rest of my life in prison." Anya says and Lexa rolls her eyes with her mouth still full of tuna sandwich. "Are you catching a ride with me? I might be the sober driver today."
"Drama queen." Lexa says and grabs the keys of her motorcycle and shakes them near Anya's face. "And no, I missed my baby."
Anya laughs. "I swear you love that death machine more than anything else in this world."
"Well my dear friend, you're not wrong."
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"If I knew I'd be third wheeling you guys, I'd have denied the offer to come here." Clarke screamed hoping her friends, that were too busy eating each other's faces to pay any attention to her, will hear her over the music.
Octavia does and she laughs as she ends the kiss with her girlfriend after softly pecking her lips one more time.
"Sorry Clarkey, haven't seen this one all day." Raven says as she wraps her arm around her girlfriend's shoulders and brings Octavia closer to her chest.
Clarke rolls her eyes and laughs after sipping her drink. "You saw her when we had breakfast this morning."
Raven shrugs. "But I was hoping to see her before we came here, something came up with one the cars we're fixing and I had to stay for a few more hours." She pouts and Clarke laughs again. Octavia leaves a soft kiss on her girlfriend's neck. "Oh and hey! Congrats on getting the job, you deserved it!"
"So dramatic Raven," Clarke says and looks at her friends wrapped in each other's arms wishing she could find her special someone as well. "And thanks, I am so happy to quit at the diner."
Her friends laugh.
"I bet."
"Hey, wanna go dancing?" Octavia asks looking up at her girlfriend's eyes. Raven smiles at her.
"Sure babe. You're gonna be okay for a few minutes, Clarke?"
Clarke nods and drinks what was left on her cup in one long gulp. She needs another drink. And then she might go to have a few dances with strangers. Tonight is just about having fun.
She looks at her friends disappear between the sweaty bodies on the club as she places a strand of blond hair back behind her ear. She contemplates her options, she could go to the bar and ask for another rum in the rocks, she could go to the dance floor and share a few dances with people she would probably never see again. Or, she could just leave, because after briefly checking her phone, is only 9 pm and she could go home and catch up with the new season of the show she's currently obsessed with.
Clarke chooses option one. She's going to get another drink and then catch a cab to go back home.
However, when she removes her from the direction her friends disappeared to look at the bar, she finds a pair of green eyes, the same shade of green she used in the last painting she made, staring at her. Clarke feels her cheeks starting to warm up along with her ears. She gives the stranger, a girl dressed in nothing but black clothes, a shy smile and it is probably what gives her the confidence to say something to her friends, yes definitely her friends, Clarke thinks, because the three of them literally cheered when the girl stood up from her chair and made her way to Clarke.
"Hey," she says and Clarke is surprised because her voice is so, so soft and nothing compared to what she expected.
"Hi," Clarke whispers and smiles shyly again. "I'm Clarke."
"Lexa," the girl says in front of her. "Can I buy you another drink?" She must have noticed the empty cup in front of her, so Clarke nods eagerly with the smile still on her face. "I'll be right back then, Clarke." Lexa says with a smile of her own and Clarke watches as she walks back to the bar and speaks to the barman.
She's back faster than Clarke expected. And with a rum in the rocks in one hand, and another for herself Clarke presumes.
"How did you know what I was drinking?" Clarke asks with a smirk on her face after she takes a sip of her drink loving the feeling of it burning as it makes its way down her throat.
Lexa laughed as she sat in the chair Raven used before, in front of Clarke. "I asked the barman. He said he doesn't forget what a pretty girl asks. But," she takes a long sip of her own cup. "I told him to back off." Lexa says as she bites her bottom lip and looks straight into Clarke's blue eyes.
Clarke suddenly feels some confidence on her, so she tries to flirt back with the girl sitting in front of her and says, "Oh yeah? Why?" She smirks when she notices Lexa nervously rubbing the back of her neck.
"Because I already laid my eyes on you," she answers still staring into Clarke's eyes. "Would you... Would you like to dance with me?"
"Sure." Clarke answers smiling. "Let me finish this first." She points to her drink and Lexa nods but doesn't make any effort to finish her own cup.
An empty glass later, Clarke stands up from her chair and grabs Lexa's hand noticing how sweaty it is. Lexa can feel the excitement running through her veins as Clarke guides her to the dance floor passing between sweaty bodies and trying to ignore the people making out around her. Just thinking about dancing with the beautiful blond haired woman in front of her makes her feel extra excited and she prays to whoever is up there to help her to avoid making look herself look like a freak by getting a hard on in the middle of a crowded night club.
Clarke takes both of Lexa's hands when she sees the girl standing in front of her hesitating to make a move, and she places them on her hips just before wrapping her own arms around the taller girl's neck. She gives her a smile as she begins to move with the beat of the loud music enjoying the company Lexa is giving her.
A few songs later Clarke can feel Lexa is finally relaxed and is enjoying herself just as much as Clarke is. They give each other's smiles, but when Clarke's turn into a smirk, Lexa knows she is in trouble.
Suddenly out of nowhere, the blonde turns around and tries to grind down on Lexa's lap, causing the taller girl to gasp and push the blue eyed girl away as if her skin was burning her, Lexa's skin do feel like it is on fire though but in a good way. Clarke turns around again to look at Lexa with a frown on her face, but when she sees how hard the brunette is biting her lip and avoiding to look at her, the confusion Clarke was feeling turns into concern.
She stands on the tip of her toes and speaks to Lexa's ear, hoping the girl will hear her over the loud music surrounding them. "Hey, you okay?" She asks and sends a shiver down Lexa's spine.
"Y-Yeah, I..." Lexa closes her eyes when she feels Clarke's arms wrapping around her neck again. "M-Maybe I... Maybe I should go."
Clarke leaves an open mouth kiss just under Lexa's jawline. "Why?" She asks. "We're having fun."
Yeah, but maybe too much, Lexa thinks as she begins to feel the very much familiar sensation of her pants getting tighter between her legs with each second that passes. She takes a deep breath as she tries to calm down but she fails miserably when Clarke gently pushes her until she's trapped between a wall and the blonde in front of her.
Blue eyes stare into her green ones and Lexa feels like her legs are going to give up.
Lexa pretty much thinks she died the moment her lips touched Clarke's.
But when she remembers her really big problem, she gently pushes the blonde away with her hands on her hips.
"I... I'm so sorry Clarke, but I don't think I'm what you're looking for," Lexa whispers and suddenly her new vans are really interesting. She stares at them and takes a deep breath. Clarke keeps looking at her and Lexa wonders how come she hasn't noticed the tent in front of her pants. "Don't get me wrong, you're really, really beautiful, but I... I-I have to go."
Lexa looks one more time into the beautiful blue eyes that are still looking for hers and she turns around to leave the club. She mentally high fives herself for not drinking more than one cup of orange vodka and feeling sober enough to drive her motorcycle back to her apartment. Or maybe she'll call Costia and hopefully she can help her with the problem inside her underwear.
She takes a deep breath as she exits the club and excuses herself from the people that want to get inside at the same time she's leaving. Lexa looks for her keys on her pockets and is when she finally finds them when Lexa hears her name being called.
"Lexa, wait!" Someone says and the green eyed girl recognizes the voice immediately. Clarke's voice is even more raspy now that she can hear it properly.
Lexa turns around slowly hoping the cold night air will make her erection disappear.
"Yes, Clarke?" Lexa asks, Clarke walks closer to her and stares into her eyes. "Listen, I..."
"Hey, is okay," the girl in front of her says as she wraps her arms around Lexa's waist.
Lexa takes a deep breath as she feels her body touching Clarke's. "Clarke, I'm not... I'm not like you."
The shorter girl looks at her and playfully raises an eyebrow. Of course she noticed, Lexa thinks. "If you're going to call yourself a freak or something like that, I'm gonna have to stop you right there." Clarke says and Lexa smiles softly.
"This probably isn't a conversation to have in the middle of the street at 11 pm." Lexa says.
Clarke laughs loudly and Lexa smiles bigger, proud of herself for making such a pretty girl laugh.
"I know a place that makes the perfect coffee for conversations in town," Lexa says and Clarke humms as she buries her face on the taller girl's neck.
"Oh yeah? Where?"
"My apartment."
Clarke laughs again and leaves light kisses on Lexa's perfect jawline.
"Well then, I want you to show me."
Lexa toys with her keys in her free hand as she walks to her motorcycle, the other one holding Clarke's. The blonde asks her where is her car parked and Lexa just smirks as she keeps walking until they reach the spot where she left her Ducati.
Lexa wishes she could've taken a picture of the blue eyed girl when she saw her vehicle.
"Lexa, you're out of your mind. I am not getting into that thing ever in my entire life." Clarke says as she shakes her head, Lexa laughs and gently takes one of the girl's hands.
"Do you trust me?" She simply asks but the blonde doesn't look at her. Lexa cups her cold and soft cheeks with her hands and makes the girl look into her eyes. She asks again. "Do you trust me, Clarke?"
Lexa gently moves her thumbs on the skin of Clarke's face and after a few moments, the blonde nods hesitantly.
"Good. You can tell me if it gets too overwhelming okay? Maybe I can call one of my friends to come pick us up."
Clarke smiles at how sweet the green eyed girl is with her. She wonders if she is like this all of the time.
"Okay," Clarke agrees. "Do you have an extra helmet that I could borrow? Or something?"
Lexa bites her lip as she climbs to sit in her motorcycle. "I... I never wear one."
Clarke just stares at her, and Lexa sighs.
"If you change your mind I could call you a cab Clarke, just... I don't want you to be uncomfortable or do something you might regret later."
Lexa rubs the back of her neck and is too distracted trying to think of a solution, and also getting ready to hear the words "okay," or "yeah I want you to call me a cab," to notice that the blonde is now sitting behind her and wondering how is she supposed to wrap her arms around her waist without making Lexa uncomfortable or holding on too tight for the girl to move her arms and drive.
"I don't think I'm doing anything I will regret ever in my life." Clarke says on her ear at the same time she moves her arms inside Lexa's leather jacket to wrap around the girl's waist.
Lexa smirks as she brings her motorcycle to life. She's already used at the vibrations, but the girl behind her obviously isn't and Lexa can tell by the soft gasp that left her mouth.
"Hold on tight." Lexa says and feels the girl nod against her shoulder.
And with that, she speeds off down the street, she can feel Clarke's arms wrapping strongly around her body every time she turns to the right or left or moves around the cars to get faster to their destination. Lexa hopes Anya won't be home today because she doesn't want her to scare the beautiful blond girl off by telling embarrassing stories of Lexa's childhood.
When Lexa finally parks her motorcycle in her apartments parking lot, she notices how big Clarke is smiling at her.
"That was probably the biggest adrenaline rush I've had in my entire life," Clarke says as Lexa helps her to get down. "Can we go for another ride?"
Lexa laughs loudly as she takes the excited girl's hand in hers. When Clarke doesn't pull her hand away, Lexa releases the breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Sure," she answers the girl question. "But maybe not tonight."
Clarke gives her a playful pout as Lexa calls the elevator.
"How about I drive you home tomorrow morning?" Lexa asks as she waits for the elevator to come down. She turns around to look at the blue eyed girl to find Clarke smirking at her.
"What makes you so sure that I will leave in the morning?"
Lexa can feel her cheeks and ears burning with embarrassment. She opens her mouth to apologize for making assumptions but no sound comes out. A few seconds later, Clarke giggles, she giggles!, and presses her soft lips against Lexa's.
Lexa closes her eyes as soon as Clarke started kissing her. And they didn't break apart until the ding sound the elevator made pushed them out of their bubble. Lexa smiles shyly at Clarke and rubbed the back of her neck again, Clarke already noticed is something the girl makes when she's nervous, as they get inside the elevator.
"What floor?" Clarke asks laughing softly when she notices that Lexa is not making any effort to press a button.
"Oh, uh," Lexa stutters as she feels her cheeks burning again. "Fifth floor."
She relaxes when Clarke hugs her and kisses her cheek.
Lexa tosses her keys on the table and throws her jacket to the couch, she asks Clarke if she really wants a coffee or just water, or maybe some more alcohol.
"Water will be fine," the blonde answers. "I don't want to be too hungover in the morning."
Lexa nods and tells Clarke to sit wherever she wants and maybe even turn on the tv. She comes back with two glasses of water in her hands and finds Clarke sitting in the couch just waiting for her. She hands her the water and sits next to her before drinking almost half of her glass.
"I think I owe you an explanation," Lexa says and looks at the beautiful girl in front of her. Clarke shrugs.
"If you don't want to share it with me, I don't really care Lexa."
Lexa shakes her head. "When I was born, my parents thought I was a boy," she begins. "There's still some pictures of me in family albums with short hair and dressed all in blue and green, not that I really mind, I still get dressed with the same colors," Lexa laughs and Clarke gives her an encouraging smile. "However, when I was like 3 years old or something I started to experience some real pain in my lower parts and obviously I told my parents and they took me to my first doctor appointment since the checks up when I was a baby," Lexa takes another sip of her water and continues. "That's when they discovered I was intersex."
Lexa looks at the blonde hoping she won't find any sign of disgust or something. Clarke just gives her another smile and tells her to go on.
"That pretty much is," Lexa says. "Is not that interesting." She tries to joke and makes Clarke laugh.
"So you have a..." The blue eyed girl begins.
"A penis. Yeah. That's why they thought I was a boy when I was born." Lexa rubs the back of her neck again. "If you... If you want to go running out of the door, I won't be mad Clarke."
Instead of answering, Clarke leaves her now empty glass in the coffee table and moves closer to the nervous girl next to her. She takes her hands and leaves a short kiss in her spongy and soft lips.
"If you think I care about you having a penis you're so, so wrong," Clarke says and gives Lexa a smile. "You're just as attractive as I thought you were when I first saw you. Thank you for trusting me with your past."
"Is not like I had a choice you know? You already saw what you did to me in that dance floor," Lexa jokes and laughs when Clarke playfully hits her shoulder. "Okay, sorry, maybe that was too much." She says and looks at the blonde. "So, what do you wanna do now? We could watch a movie or something. Are you hungry? I can order a pizza."
Clarke humms for a second as she tries to make herself look like she's considering her options, but when she sees Lexa is getting up from the couch to maybe grab the tv remote, she grabs her arm, makes her sit again and without a word, straddles her lap. Lexa's eyes are wide, wide open as she stares at the breath taking beautiful girl sitting on top of her.
"I don't want to do anything of what you said," Clarke says as she begins to gently kiss the brunette's throat. "What I want, is for you to kiss me like you did back at the club." She whispers in the girl's tiny ear and smirks when Lexa releases a whimper when she gently bit her earlobe. "And I don't want you to stop this time."
Lexa closes her eyes when she feels Clarke's lips on hers again. She gently traces Clarke's bottom lip with the tip of her tongue begging for entrance, and both of the girls moan at the first, not so shy contact of their tongues. Lexa grips the couch with her hands as she tries to fight her instincts of grabbing Clarke and pushing her under herself. She can't do that. She just met her. And she doesn't want to scare her off because she really, really is enjoying this make out session.
And as if Clarke could read her thoughts, without breaking the contact of their mouths, she blindly looks for Lexa's hands and just like she did back at the night club, she places them on her hips.
"You can touch, you know," she says and Lexa lets out a soft laugh that makes Clarke smile.
"Sorry," Lexa whispers as she opens her eyes again. "I'm just, I'm not used to this."
Clarke pecks her lips once more and cups her strong jaw. "Used to what, beautiful?"
"Hey, I should be calling you that," Lexa jokes. "Used to having such a pretty girl in my lap."
"You... You've never...?"
"Oh no, is not like that," Lexa says knowing what Clarke was about to ask. "I just, I've only had one partner in my life and we're not... We haven't been like this in years."
"Been like what?" Clarke asks and stares into Lexa's green eyes.
"Like this. You know. Kissing and stuff. We normally just call each other, do what we have to do, and then, she argues with me until we see each other again. Is stupid, I know." Lexa sighs.
"Is not stupid," Clarke tries to comfort the girl under her. "Maybe she is stupid for not taking the time to kiss you."
Lexa laughs.
"Well, maybe."
"She definitely is." Clarke says and brings their lips back together.
Lexa is not sure for how long they've been kissing but she's aware of her little problem coming back when she feels Clarke grinding down on her body. She couldn't help but moan inside her mouth when their centers touched.
She pulled away from the kiss to take a deep breath and as she felt Clarke grinding on her lap again, Lexa moved her hands to the girl's ass and stood up from the couch. Clarke whimpered and wrapped her legs around Lexa's waist to keep herself from falling. Lexa crashed their lips back together as she made her way to her bedroom. And this is when she hopes it isn't as messy as she thinks she left it before going out with her friends.
Lexa opens her bedroom door by pushing it with her hip and once inside, she gently leaves Clarke in the middle of her bed. Lexa stands there as she looks at the girl making herself comfortable against the pillows on her bed.
"What are you waiting for there?" Clarke asks as she bites her lip, and begins to unzip her red dress.
Lexa quickly takes her shoes off and climbs on top of Clarke careful to rest her weight on her hands. Clarke wraps her legs back in the place where they were before around Lexa's waist, feeling the growing bulge against her stomach, and brings her down for another kiss.
The green eyed girl is not sure when or how she ended up only in her tight black boxers, she guesses it was because she was too into kissing Clarke back to notice she was taking her clothes off. She breaks their kiss and opens her eyes.
"You're beautiful," Lexa whispers as she gently takes off Clarke's dress looking at the girl's face for any discomfort. She nearly moaned when she saw Clarke's boobs on full display for her. "Really, really beautiful."
The red dress ends up in the same place as the rest of their clothes.
Lexa whimpers when their naked chests touched, it has been a while since she was this close to someone, and she eagerly kissed Clarke again when she felt the blonde's hands in her back lightly scratching her shoulder blades. Lexa tangles her fingers in the soft blond hair of the girl underneath her body, still careful to rest her weight on her elbows.
Clarke ends the kiss just to mumble, "do you have condoms?" Against Lexa's lips.
It took Lexa a few moments to realize what the girl under her was saying. Lexa feels like she's in heaven.
"I... I think so, yeah," Lexa says nodding as she opens her eyes. "Let me go check in the bathroom, I'll be back in a second."
Clarke nods and watches as Lexa disappears from her sight only to come back with a single package in her hands a few seconds later. Clarke's blue eyes travel down the girl's body stopping at her very toned stomach and for the first time tonight noticing the tribal tattoo decorating her strong arm.
Lexa sits on the edge of her bed and looks at the beautiful girl laying in her bed.
"This is actually the last one of the box," Lexa says with a chuckle and shows it to Clarke, maybe expecting the blonde to check it herself like Costia always does. "I guess I have some luck today."
"Oh baby, you're about to get lucky," Clarke jokes and winks at the brunette. "Put it on, I'm so ready for you."
Lexa takes a deep breath trying to calm herself down as she hears the blonde moving in her bed, probably taking her last piece of clothes off. With shaky hands Lexa brings the condom to her mouth to tear it open with her teeth. She quickly takes her tight boxers off as well and just when she's halfway done with covering her painful hard shaft with the latex, she realizes they have a very bad problem.
"Shit, Clarke," she says turning around to look at the blonde who has her hand between her legs already touching herself. Lexa moans at the sight. Clarke looks at her with eyes full of lust and excitement. "It's... The condom is broken."
Clarke whines and Lexa notices her glistening fingers as they come out of her center to rest next to her other hand in her soft stomach. "Are you serious?" She asks. Lexa nods and avoids to look at Clarke's eyes.
"Yeah... I'm-I'm sorry," Lexa takes off the useless condom of her erection. She knots it and throws it to the little trash can in the corner of her room. Lexa picks up her boxers from the floor and it's about to put them back on when Clarke gently calls her name.
"Lexa, wait," Clarke says and grabs Lexa's wrist to keep her from moving. "We... We could still do something if you want. I really want you."
The brunette opens her mouth but no sound comes out. She really wants to hear the blonde moaning her name and she already thought of something they can do. Lexa nods and lays on her side next to Clarke both still completely naked. Lexa gently cups Clarke's cheek and closes the distance between their lips again.
"Lexa... please," Clarke whispered when she felt the girl kissing and gently biting her neck. Clarke reached down and grabbed her hand to guide her where she was aching to feel something. Lexa moaned when she felt the wetness with the tip of her fingers, she can feel her erection throbbing for attention, but she pushed her needs aside and kept kissing Clarke's neck and softly caressing her center.
When Lexa began to tease her entrance with her middle finger Clarke closed her eyes to fully enjoy the sensations Lexa was gifting her with. When Lexa's finger finally entered her Clarke felt the girl biting her pulse point to keep herself from moaning at the sensation of being inside the blonde. Clarke pulled at Lexa's hair to bring her back up to kiss her once again.
Lexa kissed her back, and when she gently entered Clarke with a second finger stretching her just sightly, the blue eyed girl pulled away from the kiss to let out a throaty moan that sent shivers all over Lexa's body. Unable to keep herself from moaning this time, Clarke throws her head back and grabs a fistful of sheets when she feels Lexa fast moving her wrist. Clarke can't bring herself to be embarrassed for feeling so close already.
"You're so warm, beautiful," Lexa whispers in Clarke's ear as she keeps the quick movements of her wrist. "I love it." Clarke's breathing is becoming labored and is getting harder for Lexa to move her fingers in and out, a clear sign that the girl is close to the edge.
Clarke comes with a silent whimper and Lexa can feel the new wetness coating her palm as she gently moves her tired fingers to help the girl come down from her high. When Clarke clenches around her one last time, Lexa pulls her fingers out slowly but doesn't remove her hand from Clarke's center. She cups it and Clarke closes her legs suddenly feeling a little shy as she opens her eyes to look at the green eyes that she can feel staring at her face and chuckles softly.
"That... That was amazing," she says. "Thank you," Lexa nods and gives her a smile.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," the brunette gently pecks her lips once more. "Can I..." Lexa begins to say but she stops herself afraid she'd make the girl in front of he uncomfortable.
"What?" Clarke asks as she lays on her side as well. "Hey, tell me what you want,"
"I just wanted to know if I can, uh, taste you."
Clarke nods without hesitating and can feel herself getting turned on again just by thinking about what Lexa wants to do to her. She's going to be the death of me, Clarke thinks, and little did she know Lexa was thinking exactly the same.
"Do... Do you want to lay down or..." Lexa says and Clarke lets out a soft whimper as she gets what Lexa is saying.
"You lay down this time." The blonde answers and can see how dark Lexa's eyes are. Definitely not the same shade of green she saw when Clarke first met her at the bar just a few hours ago.
Without another word, Clarke climbs until her knees are on both sides of Lexa's head. Lexa couldn't resist the moan that left her mouth when she saw the smoothly shaved wet center so close to her mouth. Clarke looks down just in time to catch Lexa closing her eyes and then she felt her warm tongue on her still sensitive center.
Clarke held on the headboard when her she felt her legs starting to give up. Again, it didn't took too long for her to cum. Just a few minutes of Lexa gently cleaning her up with her tongue, and then when the girl underneath Clarke sucked on her very sensitive clit, she was a goner.
Clarke collapsed on top of Lexa and both gasped when Clarke's thigh touched Lexa's sensitive and still hard dick. Lexa closed her eyes and took a deep breath as Clarke began to quickly apologize.
"It's okay Clarke, it will go away." Lexa smiles gently as she places some wild blond hair back behind Clarke's ear. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
And that's when Clarke realizes that there's only one thing that will satisfy her tonight. She doesn't say a word as she looks at Lexa's green eyes and reaches down with her hand to grab Lexa's member. She watched as Lexa opened her eyes wide and her mouth to ask what she was doing, but her words turned into a whimper when Clarke suddenly sinked down all the way until Lexa was buried completely inside of her, she stared at Lexa as she took a deep breath as she felt the new sensations of being inside Clarke, she has never had sex before without a latex barrier, and placed her hands on Clarke's hips.
"C-Clarke, shit," the brunette under the blue eyed girl whispers. "I..."
"Shh, it's okay," Clarke says as she gets used to Lexa being inside of her. "I want to make you feel what you did to me," she says as she begins to move slowly up and down, no more than an inch, and watches as Lexa closes her eyes in clear pleasure. "I can worry about it tomorrow."
Lexa only nods with her eyes still closed as she not to gently grips Clarke's hips, she can't bring herself to apologize for probably leaving tiny bruises, trying to make the blonde move. With a smirk on her face, Clarke doesn't move, instead, she places her hands on Lexa's chest to keep herself steady. Lexa groans.
"Is there something you want, baby?" Clarke whispers and whimpers when Lexa applies more pressure on her hips. She hears Lexa groan again when the brunette realizes she has to speak and ask for what she wants.
"I..." Lexa opens her eyes and finds Clarke looking straight into her eyes. "Can... C-Can you move, please" she asks with the softest voice she has ever used in her entire life. Clarke smiles gently at her and nods. Lexa sighs in relief.
But what she wasn't expecting it was for Clarke to begin riding her, moving up and down as if her life depended on it. Lexa found herself moaning loudly as Clarke's inner walls squeezed and coated her hard member. She can feel already that very familiar tightness in her abdomen and she knows she's close. Lexa moans as she feels the pre cum already making its way out from the tip of her dick, when Clarke collapses again in her chest and hides her face in her neck, Lexa can feel her hips eager to move but she stops herself as Clarke tries to calm her breathing.
But then she's whispering on her ear, "come on, I want you to cum inside me," and Lexa can't stop her hips this time.
And with Clarke loudly moaning in her neck and her breath tickling her skin, Lexa feels her own release finally coming out from the tip of her dick as she keeps moving fast, closing her eyes as Clarke's walls squeeze her hard. Clarke tangles her fingers in Lexa's hair as she feels the warmth and almost tickling sensation of Lexa coming deep inside of her. A few seconds later, Lexa finally feels herself empty and closes her eyes completely spent. She has never came so much or so hard in her 24 years of life.
Clarke softly kisses Lexa's neck and the tired girl under her can only bring herself to sigh. Clarke smiles gently and can feel Lexa's hand softly caressing her back. And when Lexa pulled out of her, a few minutes after, Clarke couldn't help but moan softly as she felt a warm trail of cum dripping out of her entrance.
And before Clarke could notice, Lexa's soft hands had sent her into sleep, the most relaxed she has been since she can remember.