#Clexa prompt

[asleepingtiger]

@dreamsaremywords thanks for the prompt. Literally just wrote this quickly. Ignore any mistakes.

Prompt: clexa arguing over the best ways to butter toast

Clarke hummed to herself as she buttered her toast sticking the butter knife into the block on the butter dish and forcing it to spread on the freshly toasted toast. The bread was ripping apart from the force.

Lexa stood next to her in horror.

“Love, Clarke, erm. Why are you buttering your toast that way?”

Clarke raised her brow in question, “Lex, this is the only way to make butter on toast.”

Lexa stared at the butchered toast.

“Clarke, no there’s other ways.” She said holding in a smirk.

Clarke folded her arms facing Lexa, “go on then, show me how you butter your toast with that rock.”

Lexa smirk broke as she took the butter knife from Clarke, “while the toast is fresh, you want to scrape some butter, let it curl on the knife and spread it lightly so it just soaks in.”

She turns to Clarke who was still looking at her with her brow still raised.

“I know how to butter toast, Lexa.”

“Clearly not, you’ve butchered yours!” Lexa pointed to the holes in the now soggy toast.

“But it’s my toast, you might be perfect in everything you do, even if it is toast!” Clarke was taking this a little too seriously.

Lexa was only winding her up and it was working.

“I’m perfect in everything I do, huh?” Lexa put the butter knife down, forgetting her nicely spread toast as she moved closer to Clarke.

“Oh you know you are, being a lawyer, an aunty to Raven’s and Anya’s child, the way you hold yourself and the way you make me orgasm, everything you do is perfect even buttering the pathetic bread!” Clarke was irate.

Lexa pulled Clarke’s folded arms free and held her waist, “love, I’m winding you up.”

“Well it worked.” Clarke relaxed in Lexa’s hold, she couldn’t never be annoyed in Lexa’s arms.

“I did like the sound of what you said about when you orgasm.” Lexa lowered her gaze to Clarke’s lip seductively.

“I thought you’d perk your ears up at that.” Clarke scoffed, she now had her arms around Lexa’s slender neck bring her closer.

Lexa leaned into Clarke, pressing into the right places, “Want me to make it up to you?”

Clarke brushed her fingers down the back of Lexa’s neck where her hair was loose from her messy bun.

“Lexa, you’re going to crumple your outfit.” Clarke pulled away slightly checking her wife out.

Lexa wore a causal white v-neck top, light grey tailored slacks and black patent brogues finishing it off with her glasses.

She looked damn hot.

“It’d be worth it,” Lexa kissed Clarke and lingered.

Clarke bit her bottom lip and looked up at Lexa’s growing darker ones then leaned in.

“I just got my period this morning.” Clarke stated as she just kissed the side of Clarke’s cheek and walked away satisfied with herself.

“That explains a lot,” Lexa muttered.

[owl127]

I had this vision of Clarke and Lexa (omega verse) inviting Abby and her boyfriend to a 1 week trip in the forest of at the beach, and they’re in this cute cute cabin together, it’s really nice, and their bedroom is close to one another, however Clarke and Lexa discreetly asked if the walls were thick which the owner said yes, so one night Clarke and Lexa get in ON like for easily 1 hour right, several times, and the next morning Abby and her boyfriend look at them like 👁️👄👁️, they could hear even what was softly said, so the FILTHY things they said did not fall in deaf ears.

Lexa could be quite uptight with Abby as she’s intimidated by her, like Clarke is her only child and all, so Lexas always very proper with minimal pda you Know…

If you still take promps, could you maybe do this one ?

The insistent call of early birds is what brings Lexa back from a dreamless sleep. She blinks awake in the unfamiliar room, the low wooden ceiling welcoming her morning. She stretches like a lazy cat, and the source of warmth on her back hums at her ear.

"Good morning," Clarke whispers hoarsely, their naked legs intertwining under the fur blanket. Lexa turns and kisses Clarke good morning, teasing sleep away with another kiss on her neck. "For the love of god, I can’t go again," Clarke protests as Lexa continues to kiss her collarbone. "I’m ridiculously sore, babe."

"You okay?" Lexa asks behind the curtain of wild curls, and Clarke nods.

"Yeah, but give me a break, okay? Last night was..." She bites her lips, and Lexa follows the movement with a bite of her own.

"Good?" Lexa grunts on a marked neck.

"Very good." They meet for another kiss.

The sound of pans and cutlery cuts through their quiet room. "I think my mom and Kane are already up." Clarke bumps their noses and leans down for a long, sleepy yawn. "I could go for eggs."

"Or bacon," Lexa agrees, and they make their slow way to the bathroom.

Eggs are sizzling in the kitchen by the time the couple trots down the stairs in search of breakfast.

"Smells good!" Clarke sits by the kitchen island as Lexa sets the table. Marcus, one hand working on pancake batter and the other on the eggs, turns to offer them a smile.

"Good morning, ladies!" His teeth shine between a trimmed beard.

"Where’s mom?" Clarke asks with a grape in her mouth, eyeing the pancake toppings on the island.

Marcus turns back to the stove. "She went for a run."

"This early? That’s not like her."

"She didn’t sleep very well," Marcus says, mostly to the stove, and checks through the cabin window. "Okay, let me just get it out of the way before she’s back." He makes a 180 with his pink apron in place and joins his hands over his chest. "Let’s just say," Marcus starts, his beard not being enough to cover his blush, "the walls in this cabin are thin."

The sound of porcelain shattering on wood breaks the silence that followed Marcus’ statement. Clarke looks back to see Lexa, so red she’s purple, shocked still as the plate she was holding is now in pieces on the floor.

"We know you’re adults," Marcus continues, "but you’re her only child, Clarke, and her little omega girl."

Lexa sits heavily on the table, her once-red face now turning pale.

Clarke moves into damage control mode.

"Babe." She sits in the chair next to Lexa, who keeps staring at nothing, unresponsive. "Babe, it’s okay. We’re married. My mom knows—"

"Your mother heard us," Lexa whispers almost to herself.

"We don’t know how much she heard."

"Very much," Marcus adds unhelpfully. "By the way, kudos."

"Marcus, please," Clarke shoots back at her mother’s boyfriend, eyeing her PTSD-wife, and Marcus shrugs.

"Lexa," Clarke says, touching her wife’s hand, and it’s cold. "That won’t change how my mom sees you. Okay, she heard a couple things—"

"Lots of things."

"Kane, you’re not helping!" Clarke shouts, and it is at that moment that the cabin’s door opens to reveal Abby Griffin, dressed in winter sports gear, sweat evaporating from her temples. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and she mumbles good morning without meeting Clarke’s eyes.

"I’ll help with food," Abby adds, and she kisses Marcus’ cheek as she heaps eggs onto plates.

By the time the four of them sit at the table, the silence is unbearable. Lexa can barely move, her eyes cast down; Clarke tries to find her mother’s eyes, but the older alpha avoids them every time. Kane seems to be the only one immune to the tension, happily flooding his plate with syrup.

"All right," Kane declares, feeling pitiful at Lexa’s almost catatonic state. "Let’s address this as adults; otherwise, we won’t survive the rest of the weekend."

"Marcus, no," Abby says, still avoiding her daughter and daughter-in-law. Lexa whimpers.

"Abby"—Marcus takes a bite of his pancake—"Clarke is 28. She’s married. We all know they have sex."

Lexa chokes on nothing while Abby growls softly at the back of her throat. Clarke blushes furiously but nods.

"Maybe before last night, we didn’t know for how long or the details—"

"Marcus!" Abby hits her glass on the table, and OJ flies everywhere.

"What I mean," Marcus continues, licking a drop of orange juice from his beard, "is that we are all adults and we can recover from this. Right, Clarke?"

"We didn’t know we were being loud," Clarke justifies, reaching for coffee. "We never meant to make you uncomfortable, mom."

"We still have a couple nights here, so just... please keep it down. You’re my pup." Abby finally meets her daughter’s eyes. Marcus nudges his girlfriend, and Abby apologizes, "I’m sorry for overreacting."

"It’s alright. I’m more worried about Lexa." Clarke points at her wife with her chin. "I think she’s still in shock."

Abby eyes Lexa up and down, and Lexa melts down in her chair a little bit.

"Mom, stop."

"I didn’t do anything."

"She can’t even touch me right now."

"Good."

"Abby, let the kids be kids."

"If your father were here...

"He would have laughed about it."

"I don’t know, Abby. Clarke didn’t sound like she needed a new daddy last night."

Lexa continued to melt down her chair, and Abby choked on juice.

"Too soon?" Kane places another forkful of pancakes in his mouth. "At least you know grandpups will be coming soon," he adds through a mouthful.

"Oh, god," Lexa whispers before passing out.

[anonfanfic]

30 - "i am sorry that you found out this way."

For Clexa 🙏

Hope this is okay...I took some liberties with the context of the prompt.

Clarke and Lexa had been through so much together, yet they still managed to find comfort in each other's arms. Their love was both pure and powerful, and nothing could ever come between them. Clarke knew that she could always count on Lexa, no matter what.

One day, Clarke decided to surprise Lexa with a romantic picnic in the woods. Raven and Octavia jumped at the chance to help. They spent all morning preparing Lexa's favorite foods, packing a cozy blanket, and picking out the perfect spot for them to relax and enjoy each other's company. 

As they sat under the shade of a tall oak tree, Clarke couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the love she had for Lexa.

Lexa noticed the look in Clarke's eyes and leaned in to kiss her softly. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, running her fingers through Clarke's hair.

"Just how lucky I am to have you," Clarke replied, resting her head on Lexa's shoulder.

Lexa smiled, "I am the lucky one." Lexa leaned over and kissed the top of Clarke’s head.

As they finished their meal, Clarke reached into her backpack and pulled out a small handmade wooden box. She handed it to Lexa, who opened it to reveal a beautiful necklace.

"It's the Infinity necklace," Clarke explained. "It represents our love and how it will last forever."

Clarke had worked for weeks on perfecting the necklace with the help of some of the friends she had made in Polis since calling it her second home. It wasn’t perfect, but Clarke felt her chest radiate warmth as she looked at the smile on Lexa’s face.

Lexa was touched by the gesture and placed the necklace around her neck. "I will wear this always," she said, kissing Clarke's cheek.

As they packed up their things and headed back to camp, they were both filled with a sense of happiness and contentment. But when they arrived, they found the camp in chaos. People were running around, shouting and crying.

Clarke and Lexa made their way to the center of the commotion, where they discovered that one of the neighboring tribes had attacked their camp, killing many of their people. Clarke was devastated, and she felt a pang of guilt for leaving the camp when it needed her the most.

Lexa put her hand on Clarke's shoulder, "We will get through this together," she said, her voice calm and steady.

They helped to clean up the camp and tend to the wounded.

As the sun began to set, Clarke and Lexa found themselves alone, standing by the edge of the training grounds high above the city. They watched as the sky turned a deep shade of orange, and the stars began to twinkle in the distance.

"I am so sorry you found out this way," Clarke said, turning to face Lexa.

Lexa looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I wanted today to be perfect. I wanted to show you how much I love you, and instead, we came back to all of this."

Lexa put her arm around Clarke's waist, "Clarke, what happened today was not your fault.” Lexa turned so she was facing Clarke and locked eyes with her. “Life is about more than just surviving.” Lexa wrapped her other arm around Clarke and pulled her in.

Clarke leaned into Lexa's embrace, feeling her warmth and strength. She knew that no matter what happened, they would always have each other.

As the night fell around them, Clarke and Lexa stood there, holding each other and looking out into the vast wilderness. Tomorrow the sun would rise and they would start to rebuild with their people. Most importantly, they would do it side-by-side forever.

[tiny-pun]

Regrets

B: Just tell me: Do you have regrets? About that night ? A: Yes. A: I have many regrets. For not holding you closer. For not cupping your face more gently, like you wanted me to. For asking but not responding. For not making sure, you knew how good you were to me. For making it about me, when i should have made it about us. But most of all I regret not telling you how glad I am that it was you. That it is you.

[blu3haw4]

Hi, hello, remember when i posted a little fic two years ago called 'loved your parting gift (dead people are my favorite)' and then last year i talked about how that world lives in my mind rent free and how I've imagine that very cathartic scene of Lexa bleeding at Clarke's place and her calling Anya to watch Lexa while she feeds from countless people because the sent of Lexa's blood makes her incredibly thirsty? Do you remember?

Well i didn't write that scene (actually i did but it's not edited and I'm not sure i want it to be precisely like that so) instead I wrote a little night months after, a little look into their abettor-ship.

I feel like in the first installment it looks a little like these two are pretty serious, but in my head this fic is a little cracky. Like sure Lexa is Commander of the 12 clans full of werewolf packs (this isn't abo btw) sure she's the most powerful alpha of her people, sure she can control other alphas as though they were her beta's. But also she's just a girl. She's practically 21yo (210 in reality (215 actually, which makes Clarke want to celebrate her sweet (2)16's) but she's a wolf so its the same) and she just really likes this very pretty girl, mysterious and possibly incredibly dangerous but also just a girl who with all her power (and years on earth) is actually just chilling.

So here's that little night

For Clextober 2024, Idea 16 (already on ao3)

The Halloween Party

“A Halloween party? Seriously?” Lexa deadpanned.

“A custom party” Clarke clarified, covered excitement in her voice.

“Yeah, I got that part”

“Don’t sound so excited” She rolled her eyes.

“Of course I’m not excited Clarke, I’ve seen enough terrible representation of my kind? Don’t you hate those of yours?”

“Why would I?” Clarke laughed “few are exaggerated versions the fictional character created about us, and most are pretty simple and very accurate representation of how we really look like... humans with fangs and blood dripping down our mouths. And, by the way, I think the latest tv shows have done a pretty good job at representing your kind”

“When was the last time you saw a werewolf?” Lexa narrowed her eyes, she can’t remember the last time she saw a werewolf custom or tv show, but they were never flattering, and the few movies she knew about weren’t great either.

“I’m standing right in front of one!”

“Before that” Lexa rolled her eyes.

“Irrelevant, trirku, I’ve seen you fully and partially wolfed out as well as human size, you’ve got to admit they’re getting it right -finally”

“Trikru is not-“

“Your last name, I know, but you don’t have one, so suck it up” Clarke interrupts, with that sweet, little flirty tone she used to mock her -and to calm the bad guys she dried to feed- “You’re the one who rejected Woods”

“Because that’s just stupid-” before Clarke could jump with some retort again, she railed the conversation back “Why is it necessary? To go to this party?”

“Because!” Clarke rolled her eyes sighing, it had been an intense few months since they met, what started as just tense avoidance quickly turned into a series of unfortunate events that landed them on a weird abettor-ship. The vampire had to get used to sharing a city with a huge clan of werewolves’ packs, all the while making sure they weren’t sniffing around where they shouldn’t, whatever that’d be other super-natural creatures’ business or outright hunter houses. She hadn’t done the best job at it from afar, hence their fragile alliance.

“You said you wanted in on the majority of non-humans around here, this is your way of mingling”

“But why a Halloween party?”

“Because it’s fun! Because we hide every day, most have a lot more covering up to do than you and I. Halloween is the perfect opportunity to hide in plain sight, is the one occasion they get to be themselves around those they call friends without any judgment”

‘Do you have friends?’ Was the question in Lexa’s mind, but she kept it there, the line between professionalism and friendship or whatever with Clarke were blurry enough already. She’s made enough mistakes the past six months that led her down dangerous paths, she owed it to her clan to stay focused, to mend those mistakes, no matter how much she just wanted to get to know Clarke.

“You sure it’s a good idea?”

“Yes! For one you’ll get to do something fun, and two, how else will you know who’s pissed that you and your clan are here and who doesn’t give a shit?”

“Isn’t that the point of our agreement?”

“I agreed to help you, not do you binding” Clarke deadpanned “Look as far as I’m aware there hasn't been a pack around for about fifty years, most witches I know don’t care about you, but there’s plenty of vampires around who love to feed into our animosity. This party is your chance to check the field, some ghouls hide perfectly and won’t care that you pissed off hunters, there’s fairies though I’m sure would love to help them, there’s a variety of chimeras that-”

“Okay. I get it. Plenty of creature, perfect night, perfect chance”

“Exactly. Efficiency” Clarke winked at her.

With a sigh Lexa stood up “Fine, I’ll be here at seven”

“You better be in a nice custom!” Clarke called after her “You don’t want people to think you’re a boring ass human!” Lexa rolled her eyes yet started to plan her outfit for the following night.

She showed up at seven sharp, in simple black jeans and a white shirt, cut and styled to look worn, her hair braided and held by a bandanna at the top of her head, her make-up was exaggerated, all meat to portray a pirate. She thought she complied to Clarke’s petition, yet her hopes for a compliment fell when the Vampire opened the door.

“You didn’t come as a were?!”

“No! I am one!” She huffed.

“That’s the point!” Clarke chuckles turning around, in her plain fitting black dress, black high heels and… a cape. Because of course she was a vampire. “Such a wasted opportunity” she rolled her eyes, cheeky grin fangs out and all, clearly pleased with her own ‘custom’. Lexa felt a little silly, knowing she spent all day crafting hers.

“I mean don’t get me wrong-” Clarke cut her train of thought, looking her up and down, still grinning, licking her left fang -it was always the left one, same side where that beauty mark sat atop her lip- not that Lexa paid attention or anything. “This fit is… damn, hot as fuck, Trikru, you really leaned into it” And okay, Lexa wasn’t expecting that, so who could blame her if she blushed a little.

“Well, you… said to make it nice”

“It is nice… very nice” Clarke nodded, looking her up and down again as she kept licking that damn fang, how was Lexa supposed to focus on the mission. And okay, it wasn’t really a mission, but she was still supposed to focus on making connections not on… well. Clarke.

They left shortly after, and Lexa was informed on the way that this Halloween party was, actually, several parties. A few different parties they would go to through the night.

And so, they spend about an hour -and a half sometimes- at each party, Lexa meets all of Clarke’s contacts -all witches- and learns to recognize the faces of few vampires who don’t seem to like her. She asks how come they don’t approach them and seem to back away from Clarke, but she deflects, says she’s not sure and bets they’re just smart enough to not mess with Lexa. But she knows it can’t be just that, she doesn’t push it though, just hopes Clarke will trust her enough one day to tell her, after all their relationship at the moment pretty much consisted of exchanging information.

By midnight Lexa had a pretty clear idea of how most creatures felt about her and her clan, she met a few chimeras that lived with packs and seemed to hope that they’d protect them from the hunters, while lone ones kept their distance from her. Ghouls and fairies alike seem all over the place, some wanted to meet her, some seem scared of her, others just outright grossed by her presence. It gave her a good feeling of what she would be dealing with for the next few years of their stay.

So, with her mission accomplished, she finally listened to Clarke and agreed to have fun. With the elixirs provided by Clarke’s witches friends, the pair was able to enjoy the nice numbing of their drinks -not that Clarke wasn’t already a little drunk and high from the few humans she fed from.

Lexa learned over the course of the first two months after her arrival that Clarke had a method of feeding that didn’t involve drinking them dry, and didn’t even leave a mark. The watching had begun with Lexa following her after their first face-to-face encounter, feeling the need to check that Clarke’s victims were in fact the predators she claimed them to be.

That’s how she found her flirting with people at bars and promising a good time, offering them a vape and saying it had weed to cover up the later dizziness, taking them a out to a more private corner and making out with them, Clarke would kiss their necks, nibbling and licking to activate the sedative from her saliva and then biting them to drink from them, they would think she was leaving a hickey when in reality she was only drinking a little of their blood -the equivalent of two exam doses, she would later learn- before licking the wound to heal it close. She’d take them back inside and leave after a while.

Lexa had memorized the pattern, Clarke would drink from four different people per night, and she would skip three nights if she drank someone dry. She wasn’t sure if Clarke was aware of it, she had an idea that Clarke could scent her every time, but she had stopped following her after the first time they spoke. Falling to the conclusion -and promptly ignoring it- that her obsession with the habit had come from wanting to be a part of the rotation of… donors.

-It meant she didn’t realize when the pattern changed, after the night she bled at Clarke’s place, the vampire started to feed every night even if she dried someone, the number of doses per night increased and even some were taken during the day. Clarke didn’t tell her, afraid to accept the reason of her newfound insatiable thirst-

And so, she found herself at the last party mildly drunk, doing everything in her power to keep Clarke’s focus on her, because her inhibition was low and her instincts her directing her more than her conscious, and Clarke kept looking for humans to woo and drink from, not because she need it -or so Lexa thought- just because she wanted to, because she was having fun and she wasn’t -technically- hurting anybody. And Lexa didn’t really want to stop her, she just… wanted her to not kiss other people.

And Clarke kept telling her that she was no fun, that she should let loose and enjoy the night, and Lexa was really trying, but she didn’t know how to without completely exposing herself. Because even her wolf wanted Clarke to bite her, her big bad alpha soul wanted to be bitten, and how was Lexa really supposed to deny that.

So, she showed her she could be fun, she drank and danced with Clarke, and she did her best at flirting, and she noticed when Clarke noticed. She noticed when Clarke stopped looking around for humans, she noticed her flirting turning up from her natural, and she noticed how she danced differently with her. She noticed the way she wouldn’t stop licking her fangs and biting her lips.

She noticed she was breathing heavily “Why are you breathing?” Lexa asked.

Clarke giggled, tilting her head to rest their foreheads together “What?” she sighed with a drunken laugh.

“You don’t need to breath” Lexa hushed, giggling a little too as they stumbled more than danced “Why are you doing it?”

“Oh… well-” and again with the fang-licking, Lexa was sure that a few more time and she wouldn’t be able to hold back the need to capture that tongue “The feeding, y’know how I get drunk because they’re drunk?” she asks, motioning vaguely with her hands and chuckling when Lexa pulls her back to her after she stumbled back.

“It happens because… I kinda… absorb a little of their life. Not like… take from… their time, just-” She tasked, and Lexa couldn’t decide if she should fixate of her mouth or her eyes, bluer than she’d ever seen them “like the blood makes me… alive, for however long it takes my body to… fully…” another giggle, another misstep “absorb it”

“Oh yeah?” Lexa nodded, unable to contain the smile on her face, she bumped her nose with Clarke “Sounds fun” she hushes, because if they stop talking, she might end up kissing her.

And okay, it was what she wanted, but she knew it was a bad idea, and she didn’t want to initiate it anyways.

“It is” Clarke nods, grinning widely “It’s why my eyes are lighter… or bluer… I guess”

“Really?” Lexa leans back, wanting to get a better look, and Clarke unconsciously leans forward, almost chasing her.

“Yep” she sighs this time when their foreheads press together again, there a slumber looks in her eyes now “You know how they’re… black, before I feed?” Lexa only hums her agreement “That’s the… monster”

“Hey, no, don’t call it that. That’s the hunger” Lexa says, and she’s had both arms around Clarke’s waits this whole time, so she lifts one up to cares the side of her neck. “You’re not -We’re not monsters” Clarke eyes her, not buying it.

And Lexa knows, she knows that this is not a worry Clarke carries every day, she knows the vampire is self-aware and has probably lived longer than Lexa is capable of wrapping her head around. She knows these are drunk insecurities that won’t be there in the morning- or in a few hours- but she needs to calm them, because she also knows that is a worry that comes from deep, deep down in her core.

“You are cable of feeding without killing. And even if you had to kill to do it, you wouldn’t be different than an animal. You wouldn’t be different than a werewolf. We’re not that much different than humans”

Clarke’s hands have moved from Lexa’s shoulder to her arms, up her neck and into her hair in a sequence since they started dancing. In the breath after Lexa finishes speaking, one hand moves back into her hair and the other stays holding her arm, a subtle tilt of her head it’s all that’s needed for the lips to connect as she pulls Lexa closer in every way.

Lexa’s breath catches in her throat as her arms instinctively wrap around Clarke and she answers the kiss eagerly. It’s slow for a second, they adjust to the press of Clarke’s fangs in a tight press of lips. Then it intensifies, there’s a brief separation before they both lean in again, stronger, deeper. They pull each other close and sigh into each other’s mouth, Lexa gasps and Clarke smirks every time her fang nibs Lexa’s tongue or lips, and they absently move out of the makeshift dance floor.

They don’t bump into anyone, their super senses kick in and helping them navigate the crowded room without even looking. Clarke sucks on Lexa’s lower lip with a softness that makes Lexa forget there’s sharp fangs behind those lips. She licks into Clarke’s mouth anyways, learning each time where to go and how to enjoy it, Clarke’s tongue guides her too, she absolutely enjoys that part the most.

Lexa is leaned against the hallway wall, the window beside them is open and the breeze is a nice contrast to the warm of their bodies pressed against each other, hands pulling and wandering as they exchange heated kisses.

Lexa gaps and turns her head away from the kiss suddenly, her reflexes kick in when Clarke leans for -a kiss to- her neck and her arm goes up to grab Clarke by the throat. She pauses, confused, still holding Lexa close, and then she hears it too, the faith distinguished howl of a wolf; Clarke can tell is a werewolf, Lexa understands the entire message.

“I need to go” she says, still looking out, eyes red now, fangs out.

“Do you need help?” Clarke sobers up, she doesn’t move though, neither of them do.

“No. You shouldn’t come” and finally Lexa pulls away, Clarke takes a step back with her and their arms drop when Lexa moves to go back into the main room “Clarke. I mean it. Don’t follow” she says, and she tries to ignore the looks on her face, tries not to read too much into the flash of darkening eyes, and leaves without looking back.

[max-hubris]

@dreamsaremywords posted a dope prompt for a Clexa Mandalorian AU a while ago, and I own enough Star Wars RPG books for it to be embarrassing, so of course I had to write something. Please enjoy this meet-ugly between a moody bounty hunter and a reckless idiot. Title from a Perturbator-song that I was listening to on repeat when writing this.

She Moves Like a Knife

Stupid, stupid, stupid, Clarke thinks as she blinks furiously to clear the blood from her vision. Her helmet took the brunt of it, but there’s definitely a cut on her forehead, sending rivulets of crimson streaming down and directly into her left eye.

She hadn’t seen the shock baton coming before it literally hit her over the head, and though her armor ensured the electricity coursing through it wouldn’t send her into a spasming pile on the ground, the impact still fucking hurt.

“Fucking Cartel dicks,” Clarke mutters, readjusting the grip on her blaster. She’s a long way from Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa both, but the Hutt Cartel’s slimy tendrils are longer. And though she doesn’t speak much Dosh, in-between the harsh hissing syllables from the Trandoshans, she hears the name ‘Cholta’ repeated a few times.

She’s not going to let these amateurs take her anywhere, and especially not to some Hutt Cartel Lord who decided to put a bounty on her for no other reason than, in Clarke’s opinion, to be a real fucking asshole. Can’t even let her subtly loiter at a cantina in peace.

Another volley of blaster fire chips away at the makeshift cover, and she knows the durasteel crate she threw herself behind after kicking her initial assailant in the face isn’t gonna hold much longer. She chances a quick peek out of cover, managing to get eyes on all three of them. They’re all holed up behind the half-oval that makes up the cantina’s bar, a far more fortified position than what Clarke is working with. But… These older cantinas have their quirks, and her helmet’s HUD is still doing its job despite the impact, indicating the small fuel tank hooked up to the drink dispensing system. Clarke grins, happy to have her hunch confirmed.

Thankfully, everyone else had fled once the shooting started, so there’s no collateral other than structural to worry about.

Probably.

It’s gonna take a couple of shots to break through the plating, and Clarke is once again immensely grateful she managed to ditch the E-11 and its shitty accuracy as soon as she hit Elrood. As a manufacturing planet, it had a thriving black market filled with various things that went ‘missing’ from its gargantuan factories, and it hadn’t been hard to talk her way in, though she had obviously opted to forego her armor for that particular excursion. The Rodian manufactured heavy carbine she’d traded for had cost her both the E-11 and two thermal detonators, plus a couple of credits on top, but it was more than worth it for the upgraded precision, plus the extremely satisfying thump-noise it made when fired. Clarke has never been much for subtlety anyway.

To drive that point home, Clarke takes a deep breath, holds it, and pops out from behind her cover. Ignoring the shot that whizzes a little bit too close to her head, she follows the tracking on her HUD and finds the most vulnerable part of the tank easily. She exhales and pulls the trigger once, twice, keeping her wrists tense and elbows locked to manage the stronger recoil. Both shots are good, hitting in almost exactly the same place, and the three mercenaries have no time to react as the tank ignites and a fireball engulfs them.

The ensuing blast is probably the final nail in the coffin for the already beat-down cantina, and Clarke dives for a nearby window as the force of the explosion starts making the walls around her creak ominously. There’s screams from her would-be captors as they’re caught in the flames, but Clarke spares them no sympathy as she tucks and rolls, kicking up sand as she leaps to her feet and starts sprinting.

The air is scorching hot at this time of day, with Elrood’s arid climate and two suns quickly making Clarke’s armor feel like a sweltering cage, its bright white color not doing much to alleviate it. The commotion and ensuing explosion has drawn a crowd, even here in the slummier part of the planet. Clarke grits her teeth and pulls the long, raggedy cloak tighter around her, despite the heat.

It’s really no place for a lone figure clad in Stormtrooper armor to be seen.

She knows she needs to find her way off-planet soon, because even though Elrood isn’t under Imperial control, she’s seen a few of their ships coming and going from the modest spaceport lately, and though it’s unlikely that they’re here specifically for her, it’s still getting a little too concerning to ignore.

She makes it back to the little abandoned hovel she’d found on the outskirts of the slums, and as soon as she slams the door behind her, she wrenches the helmet from her head, wincing a little bit as the coagulated blood makes it stick to her skin for a moment.

“Eugh,” she grimaces as she sees the mess inside the helmet. She’s gonna need to clean that out somehow. Not to mention she has to take care of the cut on her forehead. She heaves a sigh and drags her feet through the little two-room building, throwing the helmet and her carbine onto the bed as she passes it.

Despite its state of disrepair, the house is very much livable. It stands in the middle of a little cluster of three other houses of similar shape and size, and Clarke’s assumption is that it housed factory workers, once upon a time, based on the logo still emblazoned on the doors. When she’d tried to look up the name of the company, however, she’d found nothing. Most likely, the company had been bankrupted, and its houses left behind. The other three houses were stripped bare, and it’s anyone’s guess why one of them still held its furniture, but Clarke isn’t complaining. The bed, though obviously cheap, is miles better than anything she’s ever slept on. Certainly much better than the shitty beds back at the Imperial barracks. There’s even a little table, and a chair, and a washroom with a sink, hooked up to a water tank outside. It had been dry when Clarke first got there, but figuring out how it worked hadn’t been hard, and she’d bartered two barrels of water from the nearby cantina to fill it up.

Unfortunately, that cantina is the same one she blew up today.

“Nothing good lasts forever…” Clarke mutters to herself in the cloudy mirror. She turns the sink on and leans down, cupping her hands under the faucet to gather water before splashing it against her face to get rid of the blood. She does this twice and tries to move quickly; she can’t afford to waste water now that she doesn’t know when she’ll get more, and—

Something cold presses against the back of her neck. Clarke’s hands immediately shoot out to the sides and stay there.

“Up. Slowly,” a voice says, distorted as if filtering through the voice-box on a helmet much like her own. Clarke curses inwardly, realizing this is it, they’ve found her. “Keep your arms just like that.”

As the voice commands, Clarke slowly comes back up, straightening at the waist first, then her neck. She mournfully glances down at the water that’s disappearing into the sink from the still open faucet, then looks up into the mirror.

And realizes that the person who has the muzzle of a blaster pressed against her neck isn’t who she thinks at all; because it’s not the Imperials come to haul her ass back to the nearest base to beat the shit out of her and put her right back into a squadron.

It’s worse.

“Mandalorian,” she hisses, lips pulling back into a snarl as she sees the all-too recognizable helmet shape, and the silver gleam of beskar plating.

The helmeted head tilts, and Clarke swears she can read amusement despite the lack of facial features. “Stormtrooper,” the voice retorts calmly.

“I’m not a fucking Stormtrooper,” Clarke bites out.

“That’s funny.” The hand not holding the blaster raises and a padded knuckle raps against her shoulder guard once, mockingly. “Because I think you might be.”

Clarke tips her chin up and stares down her foe, hoping her glare is hitting wherever the eyes might be. “I found this. Took it off some idiot I killed.”

“Being an idiot must be contagious, then, because only an idiot would voluntarily run around in that if they are, indeed, not a fucking Stormtrooper.”

Clarke opens her mouth, but whatever she’s about to say is drowned out by a rapid burst of blaster fire, and both of them immediately whirl away from each other, pressing flat against the wall by the door, each on either side of the opening.

“Oh come on!” Clarke shouts as she spots the very thing she was expecting when she was first accosted in her bathroom; that all to familiar white armor, as well as a gray uniform.

“Of course you have backup,” the Mandalorian grumbles, stowing the sidearm blaster and trading it for a much more formidable rifle hanging from their back, something surprisingly sleek though altogether vicious looking. 

“Surround the house! We’ve found the deserter!”

Clarke can’t help but feel a surge of vindication as the Mandalorian’s helmet snaps to look at her, and she grins, despite herself. “Fucking told you.”

“Great. Just an idiot.”

Deciding that doesn’t really qualify for a response, Clarke sets her eyes on the carbine still leaning against her bed. “Cover me,” she says, and absolutely does not wait for any kind of confirmation before she dives through the doorway, towards the bed and her carbine. 

Perhaps unsurprisingly, no covering fire is provided, though Clarke manages to snatch the carbine from the bed and drop into a low crouch behind the bed frame in spite of the uselessness of her new not-quite companion. 

Undeterred, Clarke blindly fires a few shots over her shoulder, ignoring the painful jolt of the carbine’s kickback from firing one-handed as she glares back at the faceless figure. "Some help you are! I thought Mandalorians were good at fighting!" Clarke complains, and squeezes the trigger a few more times for good measure. A yelp of pain tells her she might have gotten in a lucky hit, and there's more shouting from outside as the sound of the small unit regrouping can be heard. It buys her enough time to scramble back to her original position, next to the Mandalorian that seems perfectly content to let Clarke do all the hard work around here.

Fuck, and the fucking sink is still running.

Having grown up around faceless comrades, heads encased in white plastoid for the majority of their time spent together, Clarke is plenty used to relying on body language to discern emotion. Which is why it's so frustrating that she can't quite seem to get a read on this person, no, this woman, Clarke is pretty sure. Normally, she's not so bothered by not being able to see someone's eyes, hell, she prefers it most of the time. But now, she is irked by the fact that she has no idea where this annoyingly cocky bounty hunter is looking.

"And why would I help you, exactly?" The Mandalorian drawls. "You're clearly more trouble than you're worth."

Clarke grits her teeth at the unexpected ice-cold rush that courses through her chest and down into her stomach at the words. It's certainly not the first time she's heard almost this exact phrase, and while there's absolutely no reason it should hit her so hard, coming from a perfect stranger that had a blaster to her head a few minutes ago and knows absolutely nothing about her, it triggers painful memories, starkly reminding her of just why she's even on the run in the first place. All the things she's done that still weren't enough.

She fights down the unease and fixes the Mandalorian with an unimpressed look. "That officer out there has already reported back that a Mandalorian has been seen with me. Even if you leave me to get captured, you'll be a loose end, and the Empire does not leave loose ends. They'll start flagging ships in the spaceport looking for yours, and haul you in without a second thought. You're not getting off this planet now."

There is a subtle flex in the gloved hands where they wrap around the blaster rifle. The tiniest crack in the wall. Clarke is almost certain that they are now staring each other down, heedless of the smattering of blaster fire and shouting from outside.

"This isn't making me less tempted to shoot you," the Mandalorian says finally, and Clarke tips her chin up defiantly, feeling victory within her grasp.

"That'd make you the idiot then, because you need me. If you want to get past their sensors, you need someone who knows how to fool them. I do."

There's a beat of silence. Then two. Then, without any warning, the Mandalorian surges out of cover and has kicked open the front door and is in the middle of the fray faster than Clarke can blink. Clarke watches, jaw slack, as she moves forward, completely ignoring the hail of blaster fire that goes completely wide. With a powerful roll of one shoulder, the carbine in her hands is hefted and then three precise shots ring out, ventilating three Stormtrooper helmets in short order.

Without a second's hesitation, the Mandalorian strides towards the last man standing; the officer who is now fumbling for the small blaster sidearm he has forgone from drawing in favor of yelling orders instead. He stumbles backwards just as the Mandalorian raises her arm, and two wires shoot out from the grappling device strapped to her wrist.

With a sharp yank of her arm and a show of strength that Clarke was wholly unprepared for, the officer is pulled through the air and collides with an awaiting fist. The crack of a beskar reinforced gauntlet against his jaw echoes off the walls, and he slumps like a bag of space debris.

A high-pitched whistling noise, the wires retract back into the wrist grapple, and the helmeted head turns to look directly at Clarke as the carbine is smoothly exchanged for the sidearm again, and Clarke feels the eyes on her as two shots are fired directly into the unconscious officer's chest.

There is absolute silence for several moments as they stare at each other. Clarke has no idea what the face underneath that helmet is doing, and she honestly isn’t sure what expression her own face is wearing at the moment. There’s a non-zero chance it’s some form of wide-eyed awe.

Still. They can’t stand here staring at each other.

“Where’s your ship?” Clarke asks, with more courage than she’s feeling.

Heaving a full-body sigh, the Mandalorian steps over the dead officer. “C’mon. But if you bleed all over my seats we’re gonna have a problem.”

[butmakeitgayblog]

for the reverse trope writing: divorce of convenience (something new or an au of your choice, both sound fun!)

Her eyes watch as the ink bleeds slowly into the paper. They watch neat, slanted script combine in the fragmented loops and dashes that make up that achingly familiar signature. X marks the spot. On the dotted line. Not a single scribble out of place; right where the lawyer had highlighted it in garish neon yellow.

Forever and ever.

They were eleven, and it's promising to always be best friends. The kind that stick together through thick and thin. Like white on rice, as their teacher  often said. 

Forever and ever.

They were fifteen, and it's smiling with the awkwardness of young love. The kind that sets fire to racing hearts from a first kiss stolen behind their school's abandoned gymnasium. 

Forever and ever.

They were seventeen, and it's shaking hands that still can't believe they get to touch their best friends that way. The kind of way that makes them both let out hungry sounds and pretty moans in the backseat of her dad's station wagon.

Forever and ever.

They were nineteen, and it's stiff-jawed goodbyes through desperate kisses. The kind rotten with promises that this isn't the end. That it's just a ‘see you later’, but never goodbye. Not for them.

Forever and ever.

They were twenty-eight, and it's handwritten vows and white satin gowns with matching bridal bouquets. The kind that they picked out together to remind them that all this was worth it, that it's finally the day they'd been planning for since their junior year in college. The culmination of sleepless nights and teary phone calls from three states away.

Forever and ever.

They were thirty, and it's whispering in the nursery  of their freshly furnished house, standing wrapped in each other's arms at the edge of an adorably small bassinet. The kind decked out in purple frills with sunshine yellow along the trim, because they'd agreed from the first plus sign to not know the sex. It's fingers running through brown curls carefully enough not to wake their baby up, while watching lashes twitch in dreaming that hide those baby blue eyes. The exact shape and shade that'd had them both wrapped around a tiny pinky from the start. 

Forever and ever.

They are fifty-four, and it's an empty nest that's too quiet in the house that sometimes feels too big. The kind they'd joked about missing for years, but now that it's here, they don't entirely know what to do with it. 

It's medical bills, and denied claims for benefits, and meetings with stuffy lawyers who explain the finer points of income brackets. It's physical therapy visits and losing her job at the hospital and endless prescriptions that never seem to be covered by their insurance. It's everything, and all the time, because life refuses to slow down for even one damn second, despite a hip that simply will not work anymore. 

They are fifty-four, and Clarke never thought she'd be here. That they'd make this kind of choice. Never thought she'd feel quite this stuck. Quite this useless. Never thought she'd be in this situation at all.

But it's clean and it's neat, just the way they like it. A mutual agreement for them both. A fresh start after the accident, one that'll let them move on with their lives, instead of trying to hang on to this thing that only leaves them drowning. 

At least that's what they'd agreed. 

She watches her wife— her ex-wife, dot the i's of her name with an overly dramatic flourish. Watches her click the pen with her thumb and toss it aside with a sigh from deep in her bones.

She smiles and feels her chest squeeze with that familiar pang of deep friendship and love.

“Cheers,” Clarke says, holding up her flute of champagne. 

She'd had to hobble through four different specialty liquor stores just to find it, but it'd felt fitting to toast the signing of their divorce papers with the same bubbly they'd shared on their wedding day.

Lexa picks up her glass and clinks it soundly against hers, only managing the barest sip around a smile of her own. “Cheers, single lady.”

“Mm. This is good.”

“Even better than I remember from the first time,” Lexa agrees as her gaze makes a lazy rake over Clarke's body.

It's not lost on Clarke how ridiculous it is to be blushing over the signed stack of her divorce papers, but something about the way Lexa looks at her has always set her on fire. 

“So,” she tries, casually, setting aside her cane and leaning heavier against the kitchen table, “what are you going to do next?”

Lexa takes another sip of her champagne, watching her closely over the rim. She swallows with a flex of that elegant throat and shuffles closer, sets her glass down on Clarke's other side, effectively boxing her in. 

“Go to Disneyland.”

The sound of Clarke's snort rings through the kitchen. “Smartass.”

“What about you?” Lexa asks with a bite to her lips, hands still bracketing the sides of Clarke's waist and eyes twinkling with mischief. “Any big plans for the future, newly divorced Ms. Griffin?”

Clarke scoffs. “Nice try. But it's still ‘Ms. Griffin-Woods’ to you.”

“Oh? Is that right?”

“Uhuh,” Clarke nods and loops her arms around Lexa's shoulders. “Sorry not sorry, but I'm never giving that one back.”

Lexa hums and presses closer. Paints her body to Clarke's curves and breathes her in the same way she has for forty years. 

“Greedy, but I think I can live with that.”

“Such a hardship. I seem to remember you loving that about me.”

“Among so many things.”

Clarke moans when Lexa's lips find the hollow dip of her neck, relaxing into the wet warmth of a plump, suckling kiss. Champagne has always made Lexa brazenly affectionate. She tips head back to grant more room and sucks in a gasp at the nibble of teeth. Tangles her fingers in greying, brunette hair that only serves to make her bombshell of a wife look that much more distinguished. 

Well. Her ex-wife, that is…

Hands trail down Clarke's hips and wrap tight around her thighs and before she can yelp a single word she's lifted onto the table. 

Lexa lets out a half-laughed grunt when she gets Clarke settled in place, looking equally as amused as she does grateful that the little maneuver actually still worked after so many years.

“You good, baby?” Clarke chuckles along with her, mindlessly going to rub the shoulder that had started being a pain around birthday forty-seven. “Didn't pop anything, did you?”

“No, I'm good, I'm good,” Lexa says, smiling and shaking off her ill-coordinated prowess like the champ that she is. “That just used to be easier.”

“Is that a crack about my weight?”

“More like a crack about me being old.”

“Oh. Well then yeah.”

“Rude,” Lexa gasps, taking the hips in her hands and pulling them closer. Pressing Clarke firmly against her stomach. “There's still giddy up in this old girl, I'll have you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“My, my, Ms. Woods—”

“Griffin-Woods,” Lexa's quick to correct. Suddenly serious in how intensely she stares Clarke in the eyes. “You're not getting that back either.”

They share a look because things like this have never required words. Not for them. But with everything and all of it, with the ink still drying on the paper beside them, Clarke gives in to her last bit of worry. 

“You're still my girl,” she whispers. Swallows. Feels a stinging prickle along her eyes at the sudden need to feel this connection with her favorite person in the world. “Even with me, and having to do all this… You know we're still us, right? You're still my girl?”

Clarke melts into the kiss she knows is coming because she knows this woman better than anybody, and it feels more like a promise that nothing could ever break them than any piece of paper ever could. She wraps her good leg around Lexa's hip and deepens it, kisses back with every ounce of love her heart has to offer. Cherishes each massage of tongue and slide of lips that have met thousands of times before. 

Lexa kisses her once, twice more, and pulls back with a soothing smile.

“Always, love… Forever and ever.”

[cascowriteswords]

how do you expect me to sleep next to you at night knowing what you did? for the dialogue prompts please!

this maaaaaaaaay have taken me a little longer than expected to get to.

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Lexa had just been falling asleep, finally. She was having one of those nights where she was dog tired but also wired, sleep an elusive and abstract concept she could feel like a fuzzy presence a the edge of her consciousness. She’d finally nuzzled into her pillow at just the right angle and pulled the sheets up to her chin with her leg sticking out and hooked over the top of the duvet to stay a comfortable temperature and she could nearly taste the sweet sweet relief of sleep.  

So when Clarke hmphed and turned over dramatically beside her, shaking the entire bed and yanking far more than 50% of the covers over to her side, Lexa’s eyes snapped open. And twitched. 

She took a deep breath - she was tired and didn’t want to snap at her girlfriend but at the same time, what the fuck? “Clarke?” Silence. Another deep breath and Lexa rolled over, blinking in surprise when she found Clarke only a few inches from her face. It was dark but Lexa could make out a grumpy pout, furrowed brows and lips set in a frown. “Babe, what are you doing?”

There was a brief silence that made Lexa think she might have to put in some more effort to draw whatever it was out of Clarke - although she already had an inkling what this was about. 

“How do you expect me to sleep next to you at night, knowing what you did?”

Yep, Clarke was still on about that. Apparently sleep depravation was Lexa’s penance.

“Clarke, it was a long time ago. Before I even met you! Or knew you existed.” She reached out and ran the back of her knuckles lovingly across Clarke’s cheek, trying to keep the amusement out of her voice. 

Clarke turned her head away indignantly, turning onto her back to cross her arms over her chest and stare at the ceiling. “Did you touch Costia - Professor Costia - like that?”

Clarke and Lexa had signed up for pottery classes together at the local community college, and tonight had been their first session. Turns out their instructor was someone Lexa had had a brief fling with years and years ago, Costia. Not wanting to seem shady or potentially put Clarke in an awkward situation, Lexa had told her about it casually after class. She and Clarke were both adults and while neither of them loved hearing about the other’s past sexual or romantic encounters, they acknowledged and respected that they’d both had lives before meeting each other.

That didn’t stop Clarke from sometimes feigning betrayal in a dramatic way when she felt jealous. Tonight it was just unfortunately was occurring when Lexa desperately wanted to sleep. “It’s just Costia, Clarke, she isn’t a professor,” Lexa laughed. “But of course not,” Lexa answered. “It wasn’t like that at all. It was more -” 

“La la la la la!” Clarke exclaimed, sticking her fingers in her ears. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to know anything else.”

Lexa bit back an endeared, amused grin. “Okay. You’re the only one for me, Clarke. My whole heart. Can we please go to sleep now?”

A few seconds passed without response. Then Clarke turned over abruptly again, towards Lexa, and slotted their legs together as she slung an arm over her waist. Lexa heard her breathing even out and deepen within seconds and rolled her eyes affectionately. 

She fell asleep shortly after, finding it much easier to do so with Clarke tucked up in her arms. 

[reallygroovyninja]

#135 for the smut prompt 😊

135 - “I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.”

Lexa was sitting at her desk, her fingers idly tracing the edge of a legal pad while she stared out the window of her office. Her phone buzzed on the desk, and she glanced at the screen. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips when she saw Clarke’s name. 

She picked up the call, her voice softening as she answered, “Hey, Clarke.” 

“Hey yourself,” Clarke’s voice came through, a playful lilt to it. Lexa could almost picture the smirk on her face. “Busy day at the office, Counselor?” 

Lexa chuckled, leaning back in her chair. “Always. But I can spare a few minutes for you.” 

“Mmm, just a few minutes?” Clarke teased. “That doesn’t sound like nearly enough time.” 

“I think you’ll find I can be very efficient when I need to be,” Lexa shot back, her tone low and suggestive. 

There was a pause on the other end, and Lexa could hear the faint rustling of sheets. Clarke must have been lounging in bed, and the thought of her there, relaxed and likely wearing nothing but a grin, made Lexa’s pulse quicken. 

“Maybe,” Clarke replied, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “But I prefer when you take your time.” 

Lexa bit her lip, trying to keep her composure. “Is that right? You know I’m not one to rush things.” 

“I remember,” Clarke purred. “You always know how to make things last… how to build up to that perfect moment.” 

Lexa’s breath hitched at the memory Clarke’s words invoked. “And you… always know how to push me right to the edge,” she murmured. 

Clarke’s laughter was soft, almost a hum. “I do enjoy seeing just how far I can push you.” 

Lexa could hear the challenge in her voice, and it sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re dangerous, Clarke Griffin.” 

“Only for you,” Clarke whispered back, her tone taking on a more serious edge. There was a beat of silence before she added, “I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.” 

The confession hung in the air, heavy and charged. Lexa’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. She swallowed, trying to find the right words, but all she could manage was a soft, “Clarke…” 

“Yeah?” Clarke’s voice was gentle now, the teasing edge gone. 

Lexa shifted in her chair, the playful smile still on her lips as the conversation settled into a comfortable rhythm. After a brief lull, Lexa’s curiosity got the better of her. 

“So, what are you up to right now?” Lexa asked, her tone light but tinged with a hint of anticipation. 

There was a pause on the other end, and then Clarke’s voice came through, lower and sultry. “I might be… stroking my cock.” 

Lexa’s breath caught in her throat, her grip on the phone tightening. Her voice dropped, the playful edge replaced with something deeper, more primal. “Really now?” 

“Mm-hmm,” Clarke hummed, the sound vibrating through the phone. “Been thinking about you all day, Lexa. Figured I’d do something about it.” 

Lexa could practically hear the smirk in Clarke’s voice, and the mental image of Clarke lying there, touching herself, sent a surge of heat through her body. She struggled to keep her voice steady. “And how’s that going for you?” 

Clarke’s breath hitched, and there was a faint, barely audible sound that made Lexa’s pulse quicken. “Good… but it’d be better if you were here.” 

Lexa closed her eyes, letting the image of Clarke’s hand moving over her length fill her mind. “Tell me what you’re doing,” she commanded softly, her voice husky. 

Clarke didn’t hesitate. “I’m gripping myself, just the way I like it… thinking about how good it feels when you touch me. How your hand feels wrapped around me, so tight, so perfect.” 

Lexa’s breath came faster, her body reacting to Clarke’s words. “Keep going,” she urged, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Clarke’s breathing grew heavier, and Lexa could hear the faint sounds of her hand moving, the wet slide of her stroking herself. “I’m thinking about your mouth, Lexa… how you tease me with your tongue. How you always know exactly what I need.” 

Lexa bit her lip, her own arousal spiking as she listened. “You like that, don’t you? The way I make you come undone?” 

“So much,” Clarke moaned, her voice thick with desire. “I’m so close, Lexa. I wish you were here to see what you do to me.” 

Lexa’s heart raced, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper. “I want to hear you when you come, Clarke. Let me hear you.” 

Clarke’s breathing quickened, the sounds growing more urgent, more desperate. “I’m right there, Lexa… fuck, I’m right there.” 

Lexa’s voice was a low growl now, filled with need. “Come for me, Clarke. Let me hear how good it feels.” 

Clarke’s breath caught, and a deep, throaty moan filled the line as she tumbled over the edge. Lexa could hear every gasp, every shuddering breath as Clarke rode out her climax, her name falling from Clarke’s lips like a prayer. 

Lexa’s own body thrummed with the intensity of the moment, her pulse pounding in her ears. She listened as Clarke’s breathing slowly returned to normal, a satisfied sigh escaping her. 

“God, Lexa,” Clarke finally said, her voice soft and sated. “You always know how to get me there.” 

Lexa smiled, her own desire still simmering just beneath the surface. “I’m glad I could help,” she murmured, her tone filled with warmth and just a hint of mischief. “Though next time, I’d prefer to be there in person.” 

Clarke chuckled, the sound filled with promise. “Next time, you will be.” 

[nironlex]

nfwmb (fuel the pyre)

Years running an (alleged) hitman organization, Clarke has had plenty of instances with the law to last her a lifetime. What she hasn’t tired of yet, though, is seeing Lexa on top of the world, defending her in court and under her, everywhere else.

[dysco-lymonade]

#6 for kissing prompt using any clexa you want 😊

You’re now entering an unknown Clexa AU set some time during college.

Maybe it’ll develop into something? Send me your thoughts and questions.

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The bass is pounding so hard that Clarke can see the sound waves in her cup of lukewarm beer. Her mind wanders to Jurassic Park and she wonders if she wouldn’t enjoy being hunted by a T-Rex more than being at this party.

Beside her, Finn Collins is apologizing profusely.

Again.

She knows he is speaking, but she’s not listening. She honestly doesn’t really care that he missed the opening of the art show. It wasn’t like she’d sent him an invitation. It was a small college-wide display that would be going on for weeks.

She sees a hand come in to her line of sight. When her eyes focus, she sees fingers snapping in front of her face. “Yo, Earth to Clarke.” Finn has successfully grabbed her attention, and her murderous gaze.

“Did you seriously just snap at me?” She furrows her eyebrows.

He doesn’t even flinch at her tone.

“Yeah I was seeing if I couldn’t make it up to you.” He shoots her what she’s sure is supposed to be a cute crooked smile. It really just makes her want to rearrange his face.

She sighs, trying to make it clear that she’s not interested, without having to actually say it. “Finn, look. I’m not sure what—“

He cuts her off with a hand on her forearm. “I know you’re upset, princess. But it won’t happen again. I promise.”

“What won’t?” Clarke shrugs her arm away from his touch just as his eyes wander to something behind her.

“Oh hey, Lexa. Can you give us a minute?” Finn asks.

Clarke doesn’t hear a response. Instead, she feels herself being turned around with a gentle grasp to her shoulder. It’s like she’s moving in slow-motion.

Clarke’s eyes briefly land on the determined face of one Lexa Woods before she’s suddenly too close to focus on.

Two soft palms cup Clarke’s jaw as slender fingers grasp around the back of her neck.

Then Lexa’s lips are on hers.

It’s so unexpected that Clarke hadn’t had a moment to ready herself. Lexa comes in too quickly, damn near chipping Clarke’s tooth.

Clarke can’t find it in herself to mind. Instead, she sinks in to the feeling of Lexa’s hands cradling her face.

Clarke wraps her hands around Lexa’s waist to pull her in tighter, just as she starts to feel Lexa pulling away.

Clarke can hear Finn muttering curse words under his breath as he wanders off.

“Jesus, Lex. What was that?!” Clarke all but squeaks. Now looking Lexa directly in the eyes.

Panic is the only word that could possibly describe the look on Lexa’s face.

“Shit. I just saw him over here bothering you again and I thought— I don’t know what I thought. I didn’t think.” Lexa’s rambling and Clarke can’t help but find it endearing. Leave it to Lexa to step in and save Clarke from unwanted advances. She’s just never been quite so bold about it.

“Lex.” Clarke tries to get her attention to calm her down.

“That was bad, wasn’t it?” Lexa winces.

“Absolutely terrible.” Clarke teases back with a grin. “You should do it again.”

[kpforpresident]

Prompt idea! The first 300 words of an AU you've never written for before 👀

Lexa’s left eye twitches irritability as she once again feels fat water droplets spray against her feet, interrupting the entirely pleasant nap she’d been having, where she and Ali Krieger had been having a tasteful yet romantic dinner somewhere in the French countryside. Sitting up and shoving her large sunglasses off her eyes with one annoyed swoop, she blinks against the suddenly bright rays of sun that crowd her vision.

It was the perfect pool day at  Polis’s community pool- bright, cerulean sky, a soft, warm breeze, and the temperatures teetering just under 90 degrees. Lexa had seized the chance to sunbathe and read for a few hours on her day off work, shut off her pager, and practically skipped down the street to get settled on a lounger, ready to sip ice water and read sapphic smut until her eyes crossed, all while solidifying her tan in the teeniest bikini she owned.

However, for the past thirty minutes, some little snotty-nosed kid (probably un-supervised and just itching to cause mischief), had been sporadically sending showers of water arching through the air to mist Lexa as she sat innocently in her perfectly positioned chair, placed specifically to get the maximum amount of afternoon sunshine possible. It’s not that Lexa didn’t like kids- she adored Raven and Anya’s adopted son, Aden, with every fiber of her being. However, random children in the general public? Lexa generally avoided them, finding them sticky, whiny, and rude.

Another scattered shower of chlorinated water doused her feet as she felt her patience waning rapidly. Standing up, she felt her eyebrows slide into a glower as she searched for the culprit. Seeing a dark-haired little girl pop up like a seal from the bottom of the pool, a bright smile stretching across her face as she triumphantly popped up, water frisbee in hand, Lexa leveled a finger at the kid, whose smile quickly vanished as she took in Lexa, towering over her on the pool deck, clad in a black swimsuit.

“It’s rude to splash strangers, you know-“ Lexa had begun to grumble indignantly to the little kid, eyes searching for the parent of this clear mischief maker, when the most beautiful woman Lexa had even laid eyes upon swam up beside the little girl, hosting her onto her hip and lovingly smoothing the wet hair out of her eyes before leveling a glare packed with the heat of a thousand suns onto a suddenly stunned Lexa-

“You scold my kid again, you’re going to get a lot more than a little bit of pool water on you, lady.”

[owl127]

So I was at this women’s basketball game—it being March Madness and all—and this player that I find really really cute (she actually kinda looks like Lexa), wasn’t warming up. When the game started she went through the tunnel and back into the locker room which is kinda weird because even if you’re injured normally you still sit on the bench. But at halftime she came out and I noticed she had earplugs in and after a little Google I found out she has a concussion so she was probably in the locker room because it was too loud on the court. The rest of the game I was thinking about how someone could totally write a fanfic where Lexa is on a sports team, gets hurt, is sad she has to sit out, but has a little mid game locker room rendezvous to cheer her up and give her a thrill. Would you please please pleaseee be that someone?

(Ao3)

Lexa’s ears itched to remove her headphones, but the shadow of a headache had started behind her eyes, so she let the noise canceling headphones do its magic. She walked behind the starting team and watched with a frown the pile of windbreakers grow at her feet on the bench while she remained covered. She fiddled with the dark red zipper, the squeaking of rubber against shiny vinyl grounding her while the visiting team entered the arena. Lexa looked away, her eyes darting at the faceless crowd of silver and maroon. The muffled noise of the fans, something she looked forward to at each game, mounted on the pain growing between her eyes. The blinking lights of the stadium did not help with the building dizziness, but she forced a smile as she waved back at a bundle of little girls with signs with her name shining in bright silver glitter.

Lexa Woods.

She bit her lips at the thought of disappointing little girls.

On the other side of the court, the away team warmed up. Lexa looked for a familiar blonde braid, but they were in a huddle, and the amount of blonde heads was borderline offensive for basketball.

“Oi!” A ball came in her direction and Lexa held the pass in pure reflex, but that didn’t stop her frowning at Anya. “You look miserable. Smile for the cameras. It’s the fucking final fours, Lex.”

Their team captain’s shouted words were not as encouraging as Anya thought, and Lexa threw the ball back on the court.

“I’ll be out of here in a minute,” Lexa said and pointed to her headphones. “These are not working as expected.”

A rare sight of kindness flashed over Anya’s face, but it was gone just as fast. She sat next to Lexa, her mouth close to Lexa’s covered ears. “We’re here because of you. No one doubts that. We’ll win this so you can crush it at the final.”

Lexa bit her lip. They needed to win, and her concussion needed to be fully recovered for that to happen, and none of that was a guarantee. She nodded, and the movement didn’t help with her growing headache.

“I’m going back in,” she excused herself, standing up. Anya’s face softened, nodding.

“Your head okay?” Anya asked at the same time a wave of nausea hit Lexa.

Lexa moved her palm in a so-so pattern, and before their couch yelled at her, she backtracked her steps into their home locker room. She didn’t look up at the calls for her name while ducking into the tunnel, focused on escaping the noise.

The locker room was messy, with open bags and unfolded clothes littering the floor. The smell of bleach and foot powder was familiar, with a hint of synthetic eucalyptus from the shower row. Lexa finally took off the headphones, her ears popping in relief. Layers of concrete and tile protected her from the loud crowd, and Lexa closed her eyes. 

She could have made history tonight. Instead, because of a single nasty call at her last game, she cannot even watch from the bench.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, her lips trembling in frustration. She wanted to punch something.

“I know, right?”

Lexa’s neck turned at the voice, her vision blurring for a second as she focused.

She must be hallucinating, because in front of her was Clarke Griffin, point guard of the Arkadia Comets, and the usual pain in Lexa’s ass whenever they played. But why was she here and not on court? Her brain finally caught up with the full image and she noticed the clutches under Clarke’s arms and how her left foot didn’t touch the floor.

“I watched your last game.” Clarke’s dimples showed at a half smile. “I’m surprised you made it to the game tonight,” Clarke said as she sat heavily next to Lexa with a long sigh and the clacks of her crutches against the wooden bench. Her hands immediately massaged her injured thigh.

“What are you doing here?”

“There are stairs to the visitors’ locker room, and I really needed to pee. Can you believe they built this building for like, healthy people? There are stairs everywhere.” 

“I meant…” Lexa pointed at Clarke’s whole deal, and differently from Lexa, the other player didn’t wear a uniform or a windbreaker, just a hoodie with her university’s colors.

“Pulled muscle. Bad enough to knock me out. I didn’t want the sponsors to see me with the crutches.” Clarke nodded in the direction of the plastic supports. Lexa noticed a bright blue athletic tape poking out from Clarke’s joggers all the way to her lower abs visible under the hoodie. Her cheeks flushed, and when she looked up, Clarke smirked at her.

“How did it happen?” Lexa cleared her throat, ignoring the way blue eyes went up and down her body.

“Not as hilariously as the block that took you down,” Clarke said with a shit-eating grin that Lexa wanted to wipe off.

“That was a fault!”

“Sure, babe.” Clarke adjusted in her seat, massaging her thigh again. “I’m sorry you can’t play tonight. I was looking forward to destroying you.”

That made Lexa smile. “In your dreams, Griffin.”

“Oh, but my dreams about you are quite different, Lex.”

And there she was. Griffin always played the mind game to destabilize Lexa. Whispers on the court, faces from the bench; Lexa hated it. She also felt a little joy in it, but ultimately, Clarke Griffin was a distraction.

“I’m sorry you’re missing the game, too,” Lexa said, unsure if her face showed her reaction to Clarke’s comment. By the way Clarke lounged on the bench and shifted closer, Lexa must have blushed.

“It was a good run,” Clarke said.

“You don’t think you can win?” 

Clarke snorted. “Do you?”

“I trust my teammates,” Lexa said and crossed her arms. If Griffin didn’t have any loyalty to her team, that was her problem.

“Don’t get me wrong, darling—” the thin hairs on Lexa’s neck bristled at the pet name — “I love those bitches. But I dragged a bunch of future dentists and teachers to two final fours. You have other girls making draft picks in your team while I average astonishing zero bench points every game.”

“But you’ll be the first draft pick.” The truth rolled out easily on Lexa’s tongue, and she suppressed the bite of jealousy at the thought. 

“And you’ll be second, unless they go insane.”

And here they were, top two draft picks dusting in the locker room while the semi-final roared above them.

Lexa shrugged, running a hand over her loose hair. Her usual braid or ponytail was a no-go with her headache, and her hair kept falling into her eyes. “If I get top four, I’ll be happy.”

“You will.” There was certainty in Clarke’s voice. “We are one of the lucky ones.”

“I know.” There was no hiding the struggle of women’s basketball. Sure, the league had promise and potential, but it was a shadow of the sponsorship and compensation of the men’s league. With limited teams, getting a spot as a professional was already an achievement.

“So, can you help me back to my locker room, princess?” Clarke asked, pointing to her crutches. Heat rose to Lexa’s cheeks, and she crossed her arms.

“Why are you always like this?”

Clarke, halfway to standing, sat back down on the bench. “Like what?”

“Why are you so, so…” Lexa searched for a word, but unwelcomed suggestions jumped to the front of her mind like “hot” and “sexy”, and she ended up going with, “infuriating! Why do you flirt with other players only to mess with their game?”

Clarke huffed, an unusual pink dusting her cheeks. “I don’t flirt with other players.”

“You’ve been pretending to flirt with me in every game for a year!” Lexa didn’t know she needed to vent about something tonight, but Clarke gave her the opening she needed.

“Wait, wait,” Clarke said, raising her hands in surrender. “One, I don’t do that to other players. Two, I mostly do it with you because I know it won’t affect your game. I need to have something against your resolve, and flirting with a straight girl is harmless enough. Besides, you’re hot, Lex. Wow, why don’t you react like this on the court?”

Lexa’s cheeks burned, and she rolled her eyes. Once she stepped on the court, nothing else mattered and Lexa would be hyper-focused on the game. But tonight, not being under the spotlight and off her game, Lexa was not immune to Griffin’s tongue. Compliments—Griffin’s compliments! She needed to change this line of thought.

“What on earth have I done for you to think I’m straight?” Maybe that wasn’t the correct shift in the conversation. Clarke lit up like a Christmas tree, her mouth opening for a second, then closing again, settling on a half smile.

“You never reacted to me before.” Clarke’s voice was a full octave lower, and Lexa might be in trouble. Lexa swallowed and fidgeted with her jacket zipper. “And maybe, yeah, I’ve been flirting with you not only because of the games,” Clarke confessed, the heat in her cheeks darkening.

Was Clarke flirting with her again?

“I was kind of hoping you’d be able to play tonight,” Clarke continued, “so I could watch you all night instead.”

Yes, that was flirting, Lexa’s concussed brain detected. She didn’t move as Clarke shuffled closer, their thighs touching.

“I tried to find you early on, but all your teammates were wearing braids,” Lexa said. At 21, Lexa should have a better control of her mouth, but alas, there she was confessing her charms to her rival.

“They wanted to show me support.” Clarke’s voice was close, and closer still as she said, “So you were looking for me?” But the expected grin or tease was not behind her words. Lexa gathered the rest of her courage and chanced a glance at the fellow point guard, finding nothing but… admiration?

Kiss her, Lexa’s obviously concussed brain offered, and Lexa’s heart race in adrenaline as she ignored the thought.

“You’re the best player,” Lexa reasoned, swallowing as Clarke invaded her personal space. “Of course I look for you on the court.”

“Well,” Clarke said, and her hand, a tad larger than Lexa’s, reached for Lexa’s own. “I look for you outside of the court, too. I watched the video on your channel about your work against bullying in your town’s high school. That was inspiring.”

Lexa’s heart swelled with something akin to fondness, but she blamed that on the concussion. “Thank you.” Lexa whispered, the moment asking for softness.

“You, Lexa Woods”—Clarke’s large hand closed around Lexa’s, warm and steady—“You are inspiring.”

It wasn’t every day that the league MVP said she was inspiring.

Kiss, kiss, her brain supplied.

Lexa didn’t have to wait for her body to listen to her brain. Clarke was MVP for many reasons, and not hesitating was one of them.

The kiss was soft and warm, and Clarke’s hand tugged lightly at Lexa’s neck. For the first time that day, Lexa breathed easily. It lasted a moment, as Clarke showed to be dexterous with her tongue, and then Lexa was breathless.

“My team will be here at half-time,” Lexa whispered when Clarke finally, reluctantly, pulled away.

“Is that your way of saying you don’t want to kiss me again?”

Lexa wished she could say no to that smile, but she was learning that denying that smile was harder than to block Clarke’s 3 pointers.

“It means we can’t do it here,” Lexa said.

“I’m staying in town for an orthopedic appointment tomorrow morning. You could always stop by my hotel later tonight.” Clarke reached for her clutches and stood. 

“My team will want me around after the game.”

Clarke smiled, one eyebrow raised. “Would you rather be in a noisy bar with your team celebrating, or watching the British Bake Off with me while making out on a king bed?”

Lexa’s cheeks warmed. “The British Bake Off?”

Clarke made her way out of the locker room, slow and steady. “We can watch it on mute, which helps with your headache, and watching it always makes me… hungry.” Clarke delivered the last word over her shoulders, licking her lips for extra dramatic effect. Lexa felt her face heating as Clarke limped out of the room.

Hours later, Lexa’s team had gained their place at the final. Her headache was under control, and her utmost satisfaction had nothing to do with the chocolate cake they ordered from the 24h hotel service.

[anonfanfic]

Clexa parents at parent teacher night

Or clexa at someone else’s wedding

Or clexa in a gorcery store

Or dealing with a karen

So many choices!!

Clarke and Lexa had been dating for a few months now and they couldn't get enough of each other. They were living in the heart of the city, with busy schedules and demanding jobs. But they always made time for each other, and their favorite thing to do together was grocery shopping.

On this particular day, they were strolling through the aisles of their favorite supermarket, hand in hand. 

As they walked past the produce section, Clarke picked up a ripe mango and held it up to Lexa's nose. "Smell this," she said, grinning. "It smells like sunshine."

Lexa took a deep breath and pretended to swoon. "Oh, I'm in love with you all over again," she said, winking.

Clarke giggled and put the mango in their cart. "Just wait until you taste it," she said, squeezing Lexa's hand.

“That’s not really what I want to taste right now,” Lexa muttered, just loud enough for Clarke to hear. Lexa walked by Clarke and grabbed her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before walking past her.

They continued down the aisle, picking up items they needed for their dinner that night. As they reached the pasta section, Lexa grabbed a box of spaghetti and held it up to Clarke. "Hey, did you hear about the Italian chef who died? He pasta way," she said, trying to stifle a laugh.

Clarke groaned and rolled her eyes. "That was terrible," she said, but she couldn't help but smile.

Lexa grinned. "I know, but you love my cheesy jokes."

Clarke leaned in and kissed Lexa's cheek. "That's because I love you," she said, her voice soft.

Lexa's heart skipped a beat. "I love you too," she said, her eyes sparkling.

They continued down the aisles, teasing each other and making silly jokes. When they got to the ice cream section, Clarke reached for a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough and held it up. "This is my favorite flavor," she said, grinning.

Lexa smirked. "Oh really? I thought I was your favorite flavor," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Clarke blushed and playfully swatted Lexa's arm. "Stop it," she said, but she couldn't hide her smile.

As they approached the checkout line, Lexa picked up a tabloid magazine and held it up to Clarke's face. "Hey, look at this," she said, pointing to the cover. "It says here that we're secretly married."

Clarke laughed. "That's ridiculous," she said, shaking her head.

Lexa shrugged. "I don't know, maybe we should consider it. I hear married couples get discounts on groceries."

Clarke rolled her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. "You're such a dork.”

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Lexa wrinkled her nose and gave Clarke a quick kiss, before turning to the employee to pay for their groceries. 

“Always,” Clarke whispered under her breath. Forever grateful for these moments with the love of her life.

[incorrect-clexa]

Hey guys

Lexa: Just try to be nice, Anya. Clarke's not like us...She has feelings.

Anya: Hmm, are you sure this is the person for you?

Lexa: That is exactly the type of thing I don't want you to say in front of her.

[blu3haw4]

@monochromeheartbeat HI! It's been FOREVER, this ask was more than a year old and tumblr deleted my direct answer >:[

From this Drabble list #8

57. Poor Judgment Is What It Is

For @wanhedasdaggerweek (and consequently for @lexa-griffins) My very first G!P Smut, and my very first beta-d work. I gave it my all and worked arduously to make it something I'd like, and now I love it. Shout out to @lg-wifey4lifey for beta reading and hyping me up.

You can find the little teaser/trailer format here.

Poor Judgment (on AO3 as well)

“It was a…” Lexa grimaced as she walked through the city with her best friend. The latina beside her, for once in her life was quiet, waiting for her, but the glare she directed her way kept Lexa from enjoying it “A canonical event. I’d say” Lexa tried her best casual shrug and failed spectacularly.

“Poor judgment is what it is!” her best friend scowled at her in her usual loud volume, and oh so frustrated.

“Okay, yeah. That too” Lexa sighed, defeated; she deserved it.

“Yeah, that too” the latina parroted back mockingly yet stern, scowling still. “Forgoing the condom, Lexa. What were you thinking?!” She hissed, exasperated, aware of their very much not private setting, and not caring one bit.

“I just-” Lexa groaned, she didn’t really have any excuse “I was-”

“Thinking with you pussy, clearly” Her best friend deadpanned. Right as they walked past an old couple.

“Raven!” Lexa yelped, blushing and hurrying her steps, wishing the ground would open and swallow her whole.

“How could you be so stupid?!”

“I’m sorry!” she hissed as she opened the door to their favorite café and held it for Raven.

“There were literally so many ways you could’ve avoided it!” Raven growled as they found their seats on a small nook by the back “Like, uhm, I don’t know, ask if she had one” She started counting with her fingers “buy one on your way, or I don’t know, maybe not getting dicked down!”  She glared harder at Lexa with each new point.

“I know! Okay? I know!” Lexa groaned trying to hide from any onlookers -or maybe just from her best friend’s rage- “I have no excuse, but it’s done, there’s no going back. And I’m getting tested tomorrow morning so… chill”

Raven rolls her eyes with a huff and leans back on her chair right as the waiter walks to their table. His name is John and knows them by name, so of course Raven jumps right into blaming Lexa for her mood and calling her stupid. Lexa is on edge the entire time hoping Raven respects her enough to not outright tell John what exactly she did to make her so upset. She joins in the conversation just in case and they order their regular before waving him goodbye.

Raven leans back again glaring at her, Lexa allows it, knowing that the roles have been reversed more times than not and Raven is probably savoring the chance.

“Okay. Whatever!” Raven rolls her eyes and Lexa smiles a little, knowing what’s next “Now…” Raven leans forward conspiratorially with a smirk “Details!”

They laugh and Lexa leans forward a bit for the sake of pretend privacy “Well, you know how the night started…”

***  The Night Before  ***

They had arrived over an hour prior to the club, skipping the line since they knew the bouncer, Roan, from college. They also got a first free round of drinks from the bartender, Echo, who they also knew from college -Raven had hooked up with both. Separately… as far as Lexa was aware.

They hit the dance floor after a quickly drunk second round and joined in a random big group. They didn’t need to talk, no one could really hear each other but they seemed to have passed the vibe check if the way a couple of them nodded knowingly at them was any indication. Their outfits blended with the group yet made them stand out in the best way; Raven wore a red leather top and a pair of black skinny jeans. Her hair was up in a bun and her make up screamed confidence. Lexa was in a white crop-top with dark green sleeves and bold letters across her chest, paired with an almost-pencil skirt that might be a size smaller than her regular, her eyes were outlined perfectly for the night.

They started to drift from each other about three songs ago and kept an eye out for each other. Raven was dancing between a group, visibly closer to a girl that she didn’t necessarily want to be close to. She searched for Lexa’s eyes and when they caught each other she signaled in front of her eyes with her hands, a special gesture of ‘get me out of here’. They had a couple of those, each one had a different level of urgency or delicacy needed. Lexa nodded and made her way over, still dancing and shouted once near enough if she’d want another round, they grabbed each other and made their way out of the dance floor.

By then, it felt like the crowd had doubled its size so they were constantly squeezed between groups. So eager to get out, Raven proposed shots so they could rest at the bar for a while. Lexa wasn’t so convinced but followed anyway, if only for the chance of a little more breathing room.

“I say tequila is out best option”

“If by best you mean most expensive” Lexa rolled her eyes leaning on the bar between two stools as Raven sat on the empty one.

“By best I mean Best. Tastier and stronger!”

“Isn’t it a bit early for shots?”

“I think it’s late for shots, we should be way more drunk by now.” Lexa didn’t have time to respond, nor comment that they were responsible adults now. Not college students who only wanted to get drunk, because she was shoved onto the bar by a body crashing behind her.

“Wow! Careful!” Raven shouted, not as ready to pounce at the disrespect as Lexa expected, which told her Raven had noticed it had been an accident.

“I’m so sorry! I tried to keep my balance, but the crowd is really shoving tonight. I’m really sorry!” a raspy voice said behind her before Lexa even had the chance to turn around.

She forgot anything she thought as an answer when she turned to look at the absolute goddess standing now next to her. Blonde shoulder-length hair seemed to shine even under the low club lights. The white blouse she wore was clearly meant for show, more than warmth by the way it was almost all the way open at the top. Showing the dark blue lacy-top underneath -and the fabulous rack held within- Lexa assumed there were black or dark dress pants if not jeans down her waist, but her eyes didn’t manage to make it that far. If she had managed to look away on time, she would’ve been able to stop Raven’s response.

“You can make it up by buying her a drink” Lexa turned quickly and alarmed Raven, frowning, ready to scowl but was again too slow.

“What are you two having?” the blonde asked with a conspiratory smile thrown Raven’s way.

“That’s really not necessary-”

“We were about to do shots. Tequila” Raven nodded firmly, confidently.

“We were-” Lexa started shaking her head at the woman in front of her but turned to her best friend when the blonde leaned to the side to call the bartender regardless. “We were not!” she hissed, blushing when Raven winked at her with a nod and hushed her with a look.

“Here they are” The woman caught their attention again just as three shots were placed between the two friends.

Raven took her shot clean before turning to the blonde “Thank you for that. I’m Raven, and this-” She swiftly moved out of her stool, grabbed Lexa’s arm and placed her onto it “Is my bff Lexa. Have fun!” she shouted before scurrying away.

Lexa couldn’t do anything other than scoff and smirk a little in disbelief at her best friend. She looked down -and so what if her gaze lingered on a certain cleavage, she’s only human- a bit embarrassed but ready to take a chance.

“Y’know…? I don’t consider these well done unless they’re body shots” The blonde said, leaning slightly closer, if only for better communication.

Lexa raised her eyebrows and looked at her up and down -and middle only for a second too long- once again “Damn! You’re bold. Cocky much?” she said instead of what the devil on her shoulder whispered.

“I would be…” she shrugged a little, and Lexa’s gaze dropped involuntarily again, and raised just in time to catch a well-defined smirk “If that wasn’t the fourth time your eyes dropped and lingered on my boobs since the moment you saw me”

And there goes a 5th one.

Lexa bit her lower lip to cover her smirk, she should’ve been embarrassed, but the second round was finally hitting her and the woman in front of her was too attractive to pretend like she was not interested. So, she grabbed a lemon slice and a pinch of salt, she rubbed the lemon over the side of the blonde’s neck -who turned her head to help- and took a chance continuing down to the woman’s collarbones. When she only huffed a laugh and her smirk grew, Lexa poured salt only there before grabbing her shot.

The woman took the lemon from her hand -even when there were more on the bar top- and the touch of their hands was electric, they both seemed to feel it by the way they looked at each other at the same time. Lexa didn’t take too long with the salt. Knowing boobs truly are her biggest weakness, she needed to keep her cool. Still, she downed the tequila with a grimace that quickly disappeared when she noticed the lemon slice held in front of the woman’s smirking mouth. Lexa lunged forward biting firmly into the lemon thinking ‘damn, you don’t even know her name!’. Only letting their lips touch for a moment before pulling away, taking the lemon with her. She bit harder onto it when the blonde tried to chase her.

She grabbed a second lemon slice catching the way the woman held onto the bar-top for balance. She slid it up the side of her neck and poured salt without breaking eye contact. The blonde moved closer, shot in her hand, but didn’t touch Lexa yet. There was a look in her eyes that left no questions as to how she wanted the night to end, still she seemed to be waiting for Lexa to take the lead. So, she does; Lexa grabs onto the back of the woman’s neck and dragged her in.

She took her sweet time, licking slowly up Lexa’s neck, kissing the side of her jaw, then biting lightly there, and her earlobe too. When the blonde tilted her head back to down her shot Lexa placed the tiny lemon slice between her lips. Her other hand still holding onto the woman’s neck kept her close as they shared a charged look before their mouth’s crashed. This time the touch was much more like a kiss. Their lips stayed together as the blonde took the lime into her mouth, and then her lips sucked on Lexa’s bottom one before Lexa pulled away again, still holding onto the back of the woman’s neck. She removed the lime from her lips and leaned her forehead against Lexa’s, chasing her lips as they both smirked.

“I’m Clarke. By the way”

Lexa huffs a laugh, still staying away “Nice to meet you” she says lowly. Clarke still isn’t holding Lexa by the time her hand drops from the back of her neck and grabs her hand. Lexa leans in, teasing, and speaks onto her lips “You wanna dance?”

“I’d love to” Clarke answers with a speed and a tone that tells Lexa that would’ve been her answer no matter the question. She moves back to help Lexa down from her stool, and there’s a smirk there. Confident but not cocky, willing and in no hurry. Lexa hates to love it.

After making their way through the crowd and finding a pocket of space Lexa turns to face Clarke with a smirk and starts dancing without letting go of her hand. Clarke stares at her for a moment, clearly enjoying the view before moving a little closer and starting to dance too. It’s an upbeat pop song that the entire crowd can kind of hum to, and it’s easy to get lost in the beat.

It hasn’t been that long since Raven left so Lexa isn’t worried about finding her yet. When the crowd settles for a sensual beat after a couple of songs mix in, she grins wide and the chance of more proximity to Clarke. She bites her lip and lifts their joined hands in the air to turn on her place and stay close to Clarke. The music is so loud she barely catches the low “Here it goes” that Clarke lets out when she’s fully turned, concerned by the tone Lexa turns her head trying to look at Clarke.

“What does?” she asks, but Clarke just shakes her head and probably shrugs. Sensing a change in the air Lexa turns around completely “You good?” she asks again, keeping her distance in case that is the problem, but still holds Clarke’s hand.

“I’m great” Clarke says, with a face that is very clearly trying to convince her, but there’s a shadow in her eyes that wasn’t there at the bar. Before Lexa can ask again, they’re pushed together by the crowd, Lexa’s arms instinctively go up to Clarke’s shoulders and she grabs her by the hips. They still end up pressing fully front to front.

Clarke exhales and Lexa is about to apologize when she feels it. She doesn’t need to look down to put two and two together, but she does instinctively anyways.

“Already?” She teases, looking up again without missing a beat because her gaze had drifted down -and made it past her chest finally- on their way to the dance floor. And that bulge was not there before they started dancing.

Clarke’s eyes light up. There’s a fire in her eyes that’s a mix of gratefulness and excitement. Her pupils dilate too; Lexa ignores that last thing… for now. They are forehead to forehead again, as close as the crowd pushed them to be. Swaying to the music and Clarke seems to want to say something but keeps quiet.

When the song changes again Lexa throws her head back and half shouts “I love this song!” She might’ve never heard the song before, but she turns around anyways and grins wide when Clarke’s hands only leave her hips to move up to her waist.

It doesn’t take long for Clarke to lean forward a little and kiss her shoulder as they dance. She hums to the music and nudges at Lexa’s jaw to make her tilt her head and give her space to kiss her there. It’s intimate, maybe too intimate for how little they’ve known each other, but it feels right.

“You have no idea how hot your response was” Clarke whispers directly into her ear. It’s not easy to hear it with the music so loud, but Lexa catches it oh so clearly. Way too focused on everything Clarke was doing to not get it, and all the meaning behind it.

Clarke pulls at her hips to turn her around and Lexa doesn’t resist. The beat drops just in time and Lexa rounds her arms over Clarke’s shoulders. They rest their foreheads together again and Clarke draws her closer with her arms around her waist. They’re both biting their lips, and their smirks. The music goes on and on and they’re engrossed in the crowd's push and pull of movement. Too engrossed to initiate a kiss just to withdraw a second after. Chasing and dodging a kiss that they both so desperately want. But neither is willing to give into… yet.

The music changes once, twice, and they keep giggling and huffing and sighing as they dance against each other. Holding onto each other as they get bolder with their advances and their hands. Moving together more firmly, decisively.

Lexa is the one who breaks first, huffing and taking a deep breath when Clarke moves to kiss her neck, right after lightly licking Lexa’s bottom lip. With one hand on Clarke’s shoulder and the other tangled in her golden locks she nudges Clarke’s head to lure her back up. She enjoys the chase for a little while longer, holding the back of Clarke’s head firmly before diving in.

Clarke wastes no time reciprocating with the same vigor. It takes the sweep of Lexa’s tongue into Clarke’s mouth for her to step forward and move her hands down to grab onto each of Lexa’s ass cheeks and pull her impossibly closer. Lexa moans into the kiss. Clarke’s movement lifts her up a bit and Lexa can feel her conviction to play hard drifting from her. So, because she can’t let Clarke win quite that easily, she pulls slightly away.

Clarke takes the chance to break for air and Lexa tilts her head to the side just in time for Clarke’s lips to land on her throat instead. It’s not the best scenario, since a chill runs from Clarke’s lips all the way down to Lexa’s core in that position, but it gives her time to plan her next move. Clake moves making her way back up, and right when she’s about to recapture her lips, Lexa turns around, flipping her hair to make sure Clarke has access to her neck and purposely rocks her hips back.

She hears Clarke groan into her shoulder as she pulls at Lexa’s hips, guiding the rhythmic sway of her hips against her crotch. One of Lexa’s hands holds Clarke’s on her hips while the other moves up to keep Clarke’s head against her neck. Her own head is tilted to the side giving her both permission and access to kiss and lick her neck.

They go on like that for a couple of hours, grinding and dancing against each other. Turning and kissing, chasing and dodging, smiling and giggling and turning again to repeat the sequence. Lexa keeps scanning the room every so often to check on Raven and signal that they’re both alright.

There isn’t really any cathartic moment before they decide to leave. The closeness and sensuality of their movements progressively gets higher, but it’s really just them dancing and kissing one moment and the next Lexa is leading Clarke out of the dance floor to where she last saw Raven.

They find her leaning against a wall rocking into a guy kissing her neck. She seems to be having the time of her life, and Raven confirms it when they find each other’s eyes. With a quick gesture back and forth Lexa knows she’ll be leaving with that guy and Raven knows Lexa’s leaving with Clarke.

It’s not too hard to get out of the club and Clarke takes the lead calling a cab. Lexa leans against the outside wall, and with the hand still holding Clarke’s she drags her in with her. They end up forehead to forehead, both on their phones. Lexa with one hand texting her location to Raven and the other in Clarke’s hair, while she’s getting a cab and holding the small of Lexa’s back with her free hand.

Even without music they slide right back into their chase. Kissing shoulders and necks, sucking on earlobes and biting jaws. They’re so engrossed in their little bubble the cab driver has to call Clarke’s phone to announce that she arrived.

The short drive to Clarke’s apartment - that Lexa notes is towards the right side of the city- is pure tension. They sit close together and try to be polite to the driver with small talk. Unfortunately for him, they’re both mildly drunk and oh so horny. Their hands wander around each other, touching and grabbing, tickling each other and only stopping inappropriate paths with kisses and giggles.

Lexa was slowly but surely falling for Clarke’s kisses. She was careful yet passionate, caring and confident at the same time. Her lips were truly addictive and by the way Clarke was sighing she seemed to think the same thing about Lexa’s.

Her first awaited orgasm was a delicious unraveling. As soon as they made it past the front door Clarke guided her to the closest horizontal surface and lifted Lexa onto said kitchen counter. In no time her skirt was pushed up and Clarke toyed with her folds as they continued to make out.

When Lexa expected a quick foreplay before hurrying to bed, Clarke took her time kissing all over Lexa’s neck and shoulder. Biting her earlobe, collarbones and jaw. Always going back to her lips for a heated kiss and constantly checking in for consent on her hand’s movements. Lexa was really torn, hating that she loved the build up because her body was ready and screaming for release.

Though completely topless -Lexa’s doing. Blouse on the elevator, bra as the front door closed- Clarke didn’t get rid of Lexa's top yet, she palmed her breasts over the shirt and lifted it only far enough to teasingly kiss Lexa’s sternum. As Clarke’s hands moved back to grab a handful of Lexa’s butt-and stayed there for minutes that felt like the best hours until Lexa’s breath calmed down- Clarke’s mouth never stopped its ministration. Moving with kisses and teasing licks to her hip bones and thighs, biting softly before she latched herself to Lexa’s core.

Clarke ate her out with a passion that got Lexa questioning who was really getting off of it. When Lexa came, her legs locking Clarke’s head where she was, she persisted, never wavering on her quest to pleasure Lexa.

“Oh fuck” Lexa moaned -okay, whimpered, but she wouldn’t admit it- once Clarke finally moved her mouth away from her cunt after cleaning her up -and definitely making a bigger mess.

She kissed her way up to Lexa’s lips and moaned with her as their tongues instantly met. It wasn’t a surprise for Lexa to enjoy her own taste off someone else’s mouth, but Clarke added something more. Something new that made her want more and more.

“Put me down” Lexa sighed into Clarke’s mouth, needing to have a little control over the situation. By the look on Clarke’s face when she pulled away from the kiss to comply, she would’ve done just about anything Lexa asked of her.

She lifted Lexa off the counter by her thighs and placed her on the ground. Lexa had time to check her surroundings and decided then and there where she was going to have her way with Clarke. She surged into a kiss Clarke was waiting for and walked her back towards the couch. Pushing Clarke a little so she would lean over the back of it as they continued making out.

Lexa moved her hands to Clarke’s uncovered chest and groped her breast lazily, getting a feel of their size and softness while staying attentive to Clarke’s reactions. Lexa moaned into Clarke’s mouth as she pulled her close with her hands on her ass. Lexa began to grind on her crotch and moved her mouth to Clarke’s jaw just in time to hear the uncontained groan she let out at the movement.

Sucking onto Clarke’s pulse point she gave a pointed pinch to each of her nipples and asked “Are they sensitive?” and she didn’t need a verbal answer when Clarke gasped, thrusting her hips and pulling Lexa closer to her.

“More than you’d imagine” Clarke hushed her answer anyways. Throwing her head back only for a moment before lifting her head and angling for a kiss that Lexa gave her without hesitation.

Lexa smirked into the kiss as Clarke pulled her closer, making her grind against her in rhythm with the way Lexa was rolling and pinching her nipples. Clarke’s kiss grew uncoordinated as she continued to let out the sexiest of sounds into Lexa’s mouth. In lure to enjoy those sounds to the fullest Lexa moved her lips to Clarke’s jaw, down her throat, through her collarbones until she finally looked up to catch Clarke’s eyes as she sucked an erect nipple into her mouth.

“Fuuuck…” Clarke moaned. Rolling her head back at the sensation and rolling it forward again to continue looking at Lexa.

With one boob in her mouth and the other in her hand, Lexa’s free hand moved to single-handedly unbutton and unzip Clarke’s trousers. She then replaced her mouth for her free hand and lifted to steal a kiss from Clarke.

“Help me out” she hushed into her mouth as she moved both her hands back to grab a hold of Clarke’s on her ass-cheeks. With some resistance she guided Clarke’s hand to her own waistband, and they moved together to free Clarke’s staff and pull both her pants and boxers down.

Before Lexa had a chance to take the neglected nipple into her mouth, Clarke grabbed the hem of her top to pull it up and off before pulling her closer for a kiss. Lexa rounded her arms over Clarke’s shoulders as she pulled her closer with her arms around her waist. Lexa sighed a breathy moan at the feeling of Clarke’s hardness against her lower stomach, making her smirk into the kiss. Clarke lowered her hands to her ass again -it seemed she wasn’t the only one with a weakness- and pulled her closer still as they continued to exchange a heated kiss.

As they pulled away for air, Lexa regained her focus and took a quick trail back down to Clarke’s chest. She made sure to suck and kiss Clarke’s left boob as well as massage and grope her right one with the same attention she did the other way around.

Lexa made sure to look up at Clarke as she grabbed a tentative hold of her dick. She felt it twitch in her hand and she gave a tentative pull, following the cant of Clarke’s hips and enjoying the way her breath caught and stuttered.

She started a slow, deliberate pace as she continued to enjoy the feel of Clarke’s breast in her mouth and hand. Lexa’s confidence built as Clarke’s breaths grew labored and heavy, her hand moved steadily with her thumb occasionally swiping over the sensitive head. Once she was satisfied with her work on Clarke’s chest, she raised her head, and Clarke immediately captured her lips.

“Let’s go to my room” Clarke said, leaning her weight on the couch behind her, both hands on Lexa’s waist keeping her close.

“Oh, I’m not done with you,” Lexa whispered sensually. Biting her lip and drawing it out, before doing the same with Clarke’s lip, never breaking eye contact on the motion of her hand.

Her now free hand moved from Clarke’s boob down to her hip as she leaned for a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. Lexa kissed her way down Clarke’s body as she steadily knelt on the ground. Clarke’s hands moved to her shoulders as she took long deep breaths, waiting, watching for Lexa’s next move.

The first tentative lick over the head of her staff had Clarke snapping one of her hands back to grab onto the couch. The first inch Lexa took into her mouth had her moaning out loud, fighting to keep eye contact.

As Lexa took more and more of Clarke into her mouth and continued to jerk her off, Clarke’s moans became a mixture of bitten curses and chants of Lexa’s name loud and free. Like she couldn’t be bothered to mask how affected she was. Her hips rocked with clear restraint into Lexa’s hand and mouth, and her own hand couldn’t keep still. Holding onto Lexa’s shoulder, moving to the back of her neck, caressing her jaw and back again.

“Fuck- Lexa, you feel so good” Clarke managed to breath out between moans, making Lexa smile -or as close to a smile as she could get with Clarke’s dick almost down her throat.

“I’m so close-” Clarke threw her head back “Let me-” her own moan interrupted her.

Lexa narrowed her eyes, knowing there was no way in hell she wasn’t having her way. She let go of Clarke’s staff with a wet pop speeding the pace of her hand to make sure Clarke stayed on edge.

“Clarke, look at me” she ordered, softly, but a command nonetheless. It took a minute, but Clarke managed to look down at her “Do I look like I want you to pull out?” she whispered sweetly, licking the underside of her dick to draw her point across “Besides…” she added, blushing and staring at her jerking hand before looking back up “You swallowed mine”

***  Coffee shop,  Present time  ***

Raven whistles, cheering her on “You nasty, nasty slut!” She grins, actually keeping her tone down for once “That’s what I’m talking about! This is why we’re friends”

“You’re… so weird” Lexa rolled her eyes, cheeks flushed, and legs crossed tight under the table.

“And so are you, my kinky friend” Raven winks, seemingly unaware, or not caring about Lexa’s flustered state.

“I don’t- I’m not-… Whatever!” she huffs “I’ll never be as freaky as you, so calm down” she mutters because she really wants to believe it. She’s heard quite literally everything about Raven’s sex life and she’s sure there’s things that she could never imagine for herself.

“Yet I’ll never get dicked down without them wearing a condom while I’m not on the pill, so… allow me to insult you”

With a huff Lexa rolls her eyes and sips from her tea. She’s not getting away from that one for a long while, Raven will probably use it against her for months, if not years.

“Okay, what’s next? Are we about to make me really fucking angry?”

Chuckling, Lexa bites her lip “Almost” she smirks “First I gotta tell you how I got fingered into an orgasm while I gave her a blow job” she says nonchalantly as Raven’s jaw drops with a gasp.

“Position?”

“She was sitting on the bed, I was…” she pauses, looking up, thinking, remembering and smiling at it with a blush, and biting her lip. Raven whistles to tease her “I was beside her, leaned over”

“Uhm…” Raven looks up this time, imagining “How though? For her to have f- Oh! … Oh” Raven smirks devilishly at her “On all four you mean” she whispers with a giggle, wagging her eyebrows teasingly.

“I-” Lexa blushes, but can’t help but smile “Yeah… sideways” she task her tongue looking away from Raven “I had to get her hard y’know, I- did suck her clean-”

“That you did”

“And I started with just a hand job, but… I just couldn't help myself” she mutters, knowing Raven would hear it anyways “and well she reached out…” she continued quickly “and I… well, I wasn’t gonna complain” she finally looked at her best friends smirking conspiratorially.

“Nah-ah!” Raven shakes her head, giggling right after making Lexa join. It all turns into a full belly laugh at the absurdity of the.

“God, Raven” Lexa sighs, still chuckling. She covers her eyes at her next thought “I think having her dick by my throat might’ve actually made me come faster” She hushed with a grimace that could’ve passed as a smirk.

“Damn!” Raven nods approvingly “Told ya… kinky” she says with a shit eating grin, pointing her finger at the two of them and raising an approving eyebrow.

“Whatever. So, I was like… it kinda took me by surprise…? Not completely, obviously, but God! It was so fast and just so good that I didn’t even feel embarrassed. She figured me out in no time, Raven I swear. I don’t know how she did it”

Lexa sighed daydreaming a little, she didn’t even notice Raven studying her from across the table, caught in the memory of just how much fun she had with Clarke. It had been a long time since she clicked with someone quite like that, and it had never happened this quickly. Clarke had been addictive, and she seemed to be addicted to Lexa too, they were both so sure of what they wanted and very willing to give and take from each other with no judgment or embarrassment.

“I just had to kiss her” Lexa eventually continued “She just… looked almost as wrecked as I felt and-” she sighs “She was also such a good kisser that I just kinda… forgot what I was doing”

Raven snorts at her and Lexa just shakes her head, she would snort at herself too.

“So we’re just kissing and moving up the bed, and I remember what I want so, she’s hovering over me and… well we were teasing, y’know, we were having fun. She reached for her dresser-”

“Wait- Hold on” Raven raises her hands, frowning so deep that her eyes close for a moment and Lexa holds her breath “You noticed she was looking for a condom?”

Lexa swallows, there’s a long silence as Raven glares at her, daring her to keep going. Silently daring her to speak about the actions she could no longer undo.

“We talked about it. Actually”

“You ta- You talked-” Raven kept covering her mouth and huffing angry breaths “You talked about it!?” She hissed finally.

“… yeah” Lexa grimaced, cautious to not say more than what Raven was asking.

“To what extent did you talk about it?! Did you tell her you aren’t on the pill?” Lexa grimaced, nodding her head, but before she could answer verbally Raven cut her off  “Oh! You did tell her! So she knew, and you knew and you both still chose wrong?!”

“Well… she pulled out” Lexa tried to help her case.

“Oh yeah! Because that fixes everything!” Raven glared at her pointedly, sarcasm loud and clear. Then, as if annoyed at even looking at her, she rolled her eyes “Ugh! Jesus. Do you realize you might be pregnant?” She leaned over the table to hiss at her.

“I’m getting tested tomorrow” Lexa deflected.

“You might still be pregnant!”

“And it can be fixed, can’t it?” Lexa raised her eyebrows.

“God!” Raven covered her eyes leaning her elbow on the table “I’m terrified at the thought that half the shit that comes out of your mouth is my doing”

Lexa giggled triumphant “Thank you”

“Thank you” Raven mocked back with a frown “Please, at the very least, tell me she was the one convincing you”

“Uhm… well… it was kinda… mutual”

“Mutual? Seriously?”

“We both had input on the matter” Raven takes a deep breath, glaring murderously at her before sighing just as deep.

“Fine. She tells you there’s no condom, You tell her you’re not on the pill. She said she’s pulling out, or did you tell her?”

“I mean- well, it kinda… we first agreed that it was a bad idea-” Lexa starts, trying to take the reins of the conversation.

“And decided you didn’t care”

“No!... not immediately. We knew it was a bad idea, and we said to each other, but we also… really wanted to… fuck” Lexa sighed, Raven continued to glare at her but kept quiet “I pointed- well I asked her if she was clean, because I knew I was. So she said she was and even offered to show me the test results -I declined- and then she also told me that… her sperm isn’t the most effective anyways”

“Oh really?” Raven asked, still looking murderously.

“Well we kept saying how terrible of an idea it was. That we should just do something else. But any time she agreed with me, I just wanted to disagree” Lexa groaned, leaning her elbow on the table and sliding forward “I was so fucking horny Rae, and I had her in my mouth, genuinely all I wanted was to have her inside me” She pouted at her friend, begging her to understand.

“So she was big? Because this is literally the only thing that might actually save you from my rage”

“God, so big, Rae”

“Don’t lie to me!” Raven points angrily.

“I’m not! I’m serious!” Raven narrows her eyes still.

“For real?”

“Fuck yes”

“How big?” Raven’s tone starts to change, but she holds onto her scowl.

“Uhm… jeez, would you believe me if I told you she might’ve been eight inches?”

“Eight? No way” Raven shakes her head.

Lexa adjusts on her chair, sliding down a little and extending her pinky away from her thumb to measure how far she remembers feeling Clarke inside of her “Do you think a little bit more than this is 8 inches?” she asks extending her hand to ‘pass’ the measurement to Raven

“Holy fuck!” Raven’s eyes go wide as she ‘takes’ the same measurement with her own hand “She was eight inches!?” she moves her hand measuring all around her body as if comparing the size.

“Yeah…” Lexa sighs dreamily “Hell, Raven and the grith?” Lexa bites her lips and rolls her eyes. She covers her face for a second and drops her voice “I’ve been with girls who had dicks before, I’ve done plenty of toys, but her? Fuck she was perfect! I swear she could’ve done nothing- I bet she could’ve been soft and rail me the same”

“Hold on, so on top of everything, she’s a shower?”

“I- I don’t know… no? I think she was a grower actually”

“If you couldn’t tell, shouldn’t we assume she was a shower?”

“I mean it’s not that- I think, ugh I don’t know, the girth was always the same, but like… I did feel her going from soft to hard”

“But did it grow?”

“Ugh Raven I don’t know! I think you’re forgetting that a) I was a little drunk and b) she also had the most spectacular rack! I was a little distracted! And post orgasm!” Lexa exasperated, lifting two fingers and nodding pointedly at Raven, who merely rolls her eyes.

***  The Night Before  Clarke’s bedroom  ***

Despite the awkward conversation and long pause -and poor decision making -or maybe thanks to that-- they continued to have so much fun. They giggled between kisses as they moved against each other. Hands roaming and tickling, eliciting laughs and gasps of pleasure. With labored breath born from kissing and anticipation alone, Clarke took the lead.

“I’ll go slow, okay?” She whispered against Lexa’s lips. One hand beside Lexa’s shoulders and the other beside her ribs on the bed. Both her knees planted between Lexa’s parted legs. Lexa had her feet firmly beside Clarke’s knees, and both her hands grabbing onto Clarke’s shoulders.

And Clarke did go slow, checking in over and over again. This time Lexa didn’t even pretend to hate how much she liked it. She liked it almost as much as the feeling of Clarke stretching her.

The laughs were exchanged with sighs and moans while they smiled at each other between labored breaths. Clarke groaned when she bottomed out and Lexa’s eye rolled back as she whimpered “Oh fuuuuck… me”

“On it” Clarke huffed a laugh, and Lexa couldn’t help the answering snort.

With a deep breath Clarke lifted her head from Lexa’s shoulder. She kissed the side of her jaw and then her lips in a sweet kiss as Lexa’s hands caressed her arms and shoulder. The kiss heats up and Lexa lifts her feet to cross them over Clarke’s ass. Moaning into her mouth as the movement makes Clarke settle deeper inside of her.

“Fuck…” Clarke hushed.

“Clarke…” Lexa sighed ever so slightly rolling her hips while they shared a breath.

“Are you sure?” Clarke sighed back, restrained in her voice and her rigid body.

“As amazing as it feels to have you right here, fully inside me…” Lexa bit her and before she could continue Clarke stole it with her own teeth, licking it before letting go with a smirk. “I bet it feels much better when you’re moving”

“Mmh… good theory” Lexa snorted followed by a low chuckle that she muffled against Clarkes lips.

“Clarke just fucking… fuck me” She moaned, rolling her hips more pointedly, and grabbing at either side of Clarke’s face to glare at her lustfully.

Clarke licked her lips, a low moan caught in her throat as she stared transfixed at Lexa “If only to prove your theory” she recovered though, smirking down at her and kissing her softly at the same time that she, ever so slowly, pulled back.

The first thrust was slow and careful, making them both sigh as they adjusted-Lexa to the stretch and Clarke to the tightness- the few that followed were the same as Clarke measured how far back to go before they found a rhythm.

Their lips never strayed from each other for too long. Only for a sigh, or a moan, or a lustful look down to their joined bodies. Clarke rolled into her with a softness born from the need to please, the need to make Lexa feel good, to make sure she was comfortable and not hurting.

“Oh Cla-ark… fuuuuck” kisses moved from her mouth down her jaw and stayed at her pulse point when Lexa’s head tilted back in pleasure when her back arched off the bed.

With relentless hands Lexa groped and caressed all of Clarke’s exposed skin making her moan and every so often lose her momentum. She took advantage of it, rolling her hips sensually each time, eventually matching Clarke’s thrust as she started to retreat more, driving her hips fluidly against hers.

“Fuck Lex- You feel so good” Clarke moaned into her lips as their foreheads pressed together. Lexa’s answering moan brought a little smile to her lips but did erase the slight frown between Clarke’s eyebrows.

A little too preoccupied with her rapid breathing, the immense pleasure and hint of pain running and shock-waving through her body, Lexa didn’t really have the mind to comment on it, but soon Clarke took it upon herself from smothering it. Smoothly, yet surprisingly abruptly, Clarke lifted onto her hands, the rocking of her hips slowly but not stopping as she adjusted above Lexa.

“Wha-Ahh!” A deep thrust was paired with the wet slick on Clarke’s tongue against Lexa’s nipple. Her question cut short, as the need to meet the next thrust overcame her. A deep moan was shared as they found yet another rhythm of rocking into each other, this time with Lexa’s hands tangled on Clarke’s head while her mouth lapped and sucked relentlessly at her breast.

Lexa’s breathing became significantly more agitated. Her moans louder, incoherent and her movements more jerky, desperate, instinctively more than coordinated. Still, it was not lost on her, each smirk and huff or satisfied laugh pressed into her boobs by Clarke as the woman rocking on top of her switched and devoured her expertly.

“Clarke. Clark- Clarke fuck!” her head was rolling back relentlessly as her back arched off the bed in sync with the cant of her hips into Clarke’s.

All the while, Clarke’s breath quickened too. Her kisses growing desperate, indecisive of where to go next; her mouth traveled over the valley between Lexa’s breasts, up to her collarbones, back down and up her neck, kissing and biting her jaw and earlobe and stealing a desperate uncoordinated kiss with so much tongue that any other moment Lexa would have blushed.

Her hands moved too, shifting her weight from one arm to the other as she took her time grabbing and caressing all of Lexa. Running her nails up her sides, making her shiver. Eventually, as if reading her like an open book, when Lexa’s breathing was harsh and uneven, when her moans were no longer words and could barely resembled Clarke’s name, she leaned her weight all over to her right and grabbed a tight hold of Lexa’s hip, making sure their eyes connected before she changed the rhythms, rocking faster with her new found leverage on Lexa’s hip.

“Ohhhh Fuuuuuuuuck-”

“Lexa… Look at me” her own words were thrown back at her and Lexa couldn’t help the smirk that sneaked in between moans and whimpers. And she tried, she really did, but she was so close, she couldn't control the rolling of her head nor the arching of her back or the uneven cant of her hips -or attempt of, since Clarke had her pinned with one hand and her thrusting hips.

“I’m- Fuck! Clarke!” hushed breath and moans left her before she could gather enough lucidity to moan out “Don’t stop-Fuck!”

And Clarke didn’t, all too pleased with the still sensual and soft, while fast, rolling of her hip and the way it was driving Lexa crazy. She kept the rhythm and the kissing and the hold on her until Lexa’s body tensed up. A broken shout caught in her throat as she shook with pleasure. Clarke didn’t stop. With her mouth attached to Lexa’s collarbone, she merely slowed gradually until Lexa’s shivers ceased, and she laid on top of her resting almost all her weight.

Lexa wasn’t sure if she'd ever come from penetration alone. Not without it being a vibrator at least. And okay Clarke had been stimulating her nipples, but she still couldn’t remember an orgasm that good.

Sighing heavily and feeling like Jell-O, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the aftermath. Gradually growing conscious of Clarke sucking a path up her neck. She gathered enough strength to guide Clarke's mouth to her when she reached her jaw.  Clarke licked into her mouth slowly and deeply, sealing a first kiss with passion and softness.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come…” She hushed between kisses as they adjusted against each other, kissing deeply, more decisive “Well you’re gorgeous all the time”

“Ohh smooth talker” Lexa giggled, moving her hands to cup the back of Clarke’s neck and keep her close, she couldn’t stop kissing her, and each new nip, and lick built up the fire inside her, sure she just came, but the fire didn’t extinguish.

“You look so hot on top of me” She hushed as their kissed got fuller, and she gripped firmer onto Clarke’s neck “I want to watch you come” She moaned “I want to make you cum”

“Fuck Lexa” Clarke sighed, her breathing growing agitated as they started a slow roll against each other while their kisses kept getting dirtier and dirtier.

“And while that- was amazing sex…” Lexa managed between the dance of their tongues “I want you to fuck me” she stated, a definitive whisper accentuated by the firm kiss planted on Clarke’s lips “I want you to rail me” She added, and kissed Clarke again, a little longer this time, fully in control of the distance between their mouths “and I want you to cum while you do it” she finished with a sensual roll of her hips that she kept up until Clarke’s hand shot down.

“Fuck Lex-” Clarke had to pull away from the kiss as a moan surge from deep withing her chest. Her hand held onto Lexa’s rolling hip, instinctively resuming the pace with which she made Lexa come and thrusting harder.

“Wait-” She pulled slightly away, slowing her movements “You sure?”

Lexa kissed her and tried to match the cant of her hips to the rhythm Clarke had started while restrained by Clarke’s hand. “Yeah…” She moaned into her lips, chasing Clarke’s tongue “I’ll tell you if it hurts” She promised, and then, because she could, because they were having fun and communicating, she added “though so far it has only felt good when it hurts”

Clarke only moans in response, surging into the next kiss hungrily, moving the way Lexa asked her.

“Oh and Clarke?” She hushed as her breath started to quicken from the pace “I want to play with your nipple while you do it, so you’re gonna have to lift up” she grinned, biting her lip at the thought alone.

“Fuuuuck, yeah” Clarke moaned, proving she wasn’t alone in the feeling “Fuck yes” she nodded, swiftly moving lean on her hands.

Her knees adjust between Lexa’s legs, and she plants each hand right beside Lexa’s waist. With her arms fully stretched her thrusts are less fluid, yet deeper. It also gives room for Lexa to reach up easily to grope her tits, which makes her moan.

This time there’s not really a rhythm, Lexa is a master at following and matching each new one, but Clarke is shifty. She goes from humping into Lexa with abandon, to leaning down to kiss her while she rolls smooth and deep. Her hands hold her weight planted on the bed or grabbing onto Lexa. Her lips can’t find a permanent place to stay as she moans and sighs labored breaths.

“Lex-Lexa -Fuck!” At some point taking care of all five senses seems to prove too much, because she closes her eyes, no matter the continuous shift of position she won’t open them. Frowning and grunting as her pace fastens “-can you… Ohhh-! can you suck my nipple” she breathes out between kisses.

Lexa is all too content to comply “Fuck yeah, yeah yeah yess, c’mere” She hushed between heavy breaths as she pulled and pushed at Clarke to get a better angle.

The way she has to fold herself and Clarke’s need to be higher up makes each thrust deeper, each pull back shorter, and it seems to be just what Clarke needs. Lexa doesn’t let go of the boob in her mouth as Clarke moves and adjusts, leaning her weight this way and that as her rocking turns more erratic by the minute.

“Like that, fuck Lexa just like that, oh fuck, yes” Clarke starts chanting, loud and free and desperate, her breath is labored and Lexa isn’t much better.

Abruptly, Clarke pushes herself up, pulling out of Lexa as she seats back on her heels and grabs her dick to finish. Lexa whimpers with a frown at the sudden loss but recovers quickly. Moving up to kneel beside Clarke, kissing her, and joining her hand to jerk her off to the last drop together.

The guttural sound that Clarke moans into Lexa’s mouth is one of the most beautiful and sexiest things Lexa has ever heard. She can’t help but jerk her hand faster, trying to ignite another one from Clarke. It doesn’t really work though; Clarke is slowing her own hand as she tries to breathe normally between kisses that are mostly tight presses of lips.

She moans a tired heavy sigh into the kiss. Leaning against Lexa as they still hold onto her now soft staff. Clarke allows Lexa to pull occasionally, in the little time they stay like that, simply breathing into each other.

The kiss resumes after a while just like everything else between them, naturally. It’s all smiles and pecks and little satisfied happy sighs. Lexa eventually leans back intending to drag Clarke with her and ends up dropping ungracefully backwards with a huff. Clarke is quick to follow her though, with a chuckle that makes Lexa smile wide and free before their lips meet in a sweet kiss.

They make out side by side for a long time, content with just holding each other for now “Can I ask you a question?” Clarke breaks the silence, whispering softly, both their eyelashes fluttering as they look at each other.

Lexa hums affirmatively. Prompting Clarke to go on “Was this-Have you ever…  been with…”

“A real dick before?”

“A girl with one” Clarke smiles at Lexa’s unbothered tone.

“I have” Lexa nods “I’ve only ever been with women, for the record-” and Clarke was kissing her deep and heavy and Lexa wasn’t sure what she had said or done but she wasn’t about to complain. She grabbed at Clarke with the same intent that she grabbed her, pulling each other close.

They parted with a wet sound and Clarke heaved a breath “You’re so hot when you say things like that” she hushes before surging into another kiss, not giving Lexa the chance to speak.

“You mean- Things a- Basic de- Decent human- should say?” Lexa managed between kisses after catching up.

“I’m going to fuck you again” Clarke stated “I’m going to make you feel so good, that’s what you deserve. God you’re fucking perfect” She hushed against her jaw. Right below her ear making a shiver run down her spine straight to her core. And she wanted to argue a little. That she really didn’t deserve more for the minimum, but… she also wasn’t about to let go of the chance of more amazing orgasms by ruining the mood.

So she let the kissing continue, and it went on and on and it didn’t heat up necessarily, it slowed and became languid and sensual in its own way. It felt like a new path to the same goal.

“Do you think I should clean up? Before going again” Clarke whispered against her lips and Lexa felt it in her chest, they were fully pressed against each other. Their breasts tight together.

“Hmm, maybe we should” she nodded absently, only a little bob that made their nose bump against each other.

“Just in case” Clarke whispered, and they both smiled and giggled between kisses “Is it okay if I clean you up” she asked softly, teasingly, and Lexa smiled, humming in agreement, happy with the thought of such a moment.

And then Clarke was kissing her way down her body and pushing her to lay on her back “Oh that type of cleaning” she huffed a laugh as Clarke smirked at her from between her parted legs “I hope you know that does not tend to be very effective”

“Mmmh… why don’t you let me be the judge of that, huh?” She winks up and Lexa’s little chuckle is replaced with a moan when Clarke surges to lick her entrance firmly.

Their night- or early morning- goes like that. They do actually clean up with wet towels before Lexa rides Clarke as a prize for eating her out so good. She shows her how experienced she is when she expertly makes her come twice in the same position. The first time she rocks her hips with intent as she never stops massaging Clarke’s breast, rolling her hips sensually and decisively. Letting Clarke pull out and finishing her with her mouth, swallowing her cum again. She cleans Clarke up right after and sinks down easily on Clarke’s soft dick. She gets her hard by just having her inside her pussy and sucking on her tits before she starts to ride herself to an orgasm. They reach it together so she slips Clarke’s hardness out of her cunt and rides her folds on the underside of Clarke’s dick against her stomach, they come together with each other’s names on their lips.

Lexa confessed to riding being her favorite position. How she feels the most comfortable, whatever that’d be fingers, thighs, dildos, dicks or faces, she loved riding. As is tit-for-tat, Clarke told her she was most comfortable when bumping into someone sitting on taller surfaces, so to prove it she railed Lexa -twice- while she sat on top of her dresser. They moved back to the bed and rolled around, pleasuring each other until they were spent and fell asleep partially tangled with each other.

Lexa woke up barely two hours later over the faint sound of her ‘you will absolutely be late if you don’t get up now’ alarm coming from somewhere outside the room. Adrenaline hit her like a rock, and she hurried out of Clarke’s arms and out of her bed to retrieve her phone and clothes from the living room. She dressed quickly and all the same left in a hurry to get to work. She and Raven should really stop their ‘Wednesday-is-practically-Friday’ nights out.

***  Coffee shop,  Present time  ***

“Wait, you what?! You just up and left? You heartless fuck girl!” Raven scowled at her.

“I was late for work!” Lexa complained.

“What a bitch!” Raven booed.

“I left a note!”

“Oh, well then start with that” Raven rolled her eyes “… I didn’t mean to call you heartless” she apologized emotionless.

Lexa rolled her eyes “and a bitch?”

“Nope. No, I did mean that”

“Fuck off” Lexa threw a napkin at Raven’s grinning face with a little smile of her own.

“You love me” Raven threw her a kiss instead “So you left her a note with your number, when do you think she’ll text you or call you?”

“I… didn’t leave my number”

“What?” Raven blinked “But you have… her number… right?”

Lexa pressed her lips together, looked down and shook her head lightly. She regretted not doing so, she didn’t think about it when she hastily scribbled a note before running out. And even though in the morning it felt like the right thing to let Clarke sleep in, she wished she would’ve had a way to see her again.

“I’m… still upset at your stupid decision making, which makes me glad that you won’t see her again but… also… I know you, and looking at your face… When was the last time you had that much fun with someone?”

Lexa sighed, the fact that Raven dropped the sarcasm to speak seriously really told her how much fun she actually had and how disappointed she was right now “I don’t know…”

“Well- I mean if we really think about it, you do know where she lives” Raven shrugged and Lexa lighted up “Which means I can continue to be upset”

“Ugh, Raeee, get over it. I’m getting tests tomorrow, okay? And you’re coming with me”

“Of course I am” Raven rolled her eyes “I can still be upset”

“I thought her size was my free pass”

“Oh it is! That’s why I’m not yelling anymore”

Lexa hummed and shrugged as they finished their afternoon appetizers in silence. It tended to go like this, they would go over every single little detail and then process in silence for a bit, both comfortable with it. Having basically grown up together and both of them being huge nerds, silence was a friend of theirs.

“Can I borrow her?”

“Raven!”

“Oh c’mon, it’s not like we’ve never shared a hook up before!”

“I didn’t know Luna was the-hot-surfer-girl!”

“We still shared!”

“No!”