#Wanhedas-dagger

[lexa-griffins]

This one’s for farm Clexa (and I’m sorry if it’s been asked/answered before) but!!! What was their reaction seeing the baby for the first time in an ultrasound? And what was their reaction when they got to listen to that tiny lil heartbeat for the first time?

Lexa and Clarke have been very patient when it comes to having children. They always knew they would not be able to provide a lavish lifestyle for their kids, but they knew they had enough to bring up a baby happy, clothed and feed. And when the time to finally make that baby dream become a reality it was like they had been waiting for years - nearly five at that point, from the moment they got married.

The moment the pregnancy test showed a positive, Clarke was calling her mom and telling her to make the appointment. Clarke sobbed the moment the ultrasound technician said "here they are". It was a blob on screen, barely human but its theirs. Lexa stares at the screen with tears in her eyes, amazed that little life is growing inside of her - finally. She barely takes her eyes off of it when Clarke kisses her forehead. Their little baby. Theirs.

Even with the scans in hand tho, it is hard to believe the small dot on the screen is their baby. It feels surreal. It doesn't feel real. No matter how much Clarke kisses her tummy or how much Lexa caresses her still flat stomach, it is not until the heartbeat scan that it finally hits them that their baby is here.

The clinic in town is always calm. Lexa, with her slight dislike for doctors, seems to enjoy it this way. She's much calmer, anxious with the prospect of hearing the baby's heartbeat, but she feels at ease. Clarke, on the other hand, paces the room like a ball of energy, and did Lexa not share her excitement, she would have been annoyed with her wife. Instead, she rubs her barely there yet bump, slowly growing accustomed to the thought of their baby growing there.

The technician makes small talk, one Clarke participates in far more than Lexa, who offers only nods and the ocasional smile. Anxiety building, as the desire of hearing the baby's heartbeat mixed with concern that something could be wrong grows.

They check, moving around Lexa's stomach. Their baby is bigger. Oh how bigger they've gotten. And stronger too. Lexa smile only grows as the technician praises the baby's growth, how everything is exactly as it should be. Clarke's face red from smiling, this proud look on her face as she looks between her wife and how wonderful she's been so far and their baby on the screen.

"Want to hear the heartbeat?"

There is a deafening silence in the room as the ultrasound machine picks up the heartbeat. And then, it's there. Filling the room with the rhythmic tu tum. Over and over again. And then, a muffled sob. Lexa's hand on her mouth as she tries to no interrupt the sound of their baby's heartbeat, but she can not stop herself. Clarke, crying too, of course, it's all she ever does when she steps into this room, cradles her pregnant wife's face, and kisses her. One her forehead, on her cheek, on her nose, on her jaw. On her lips.

"That's our baby, my love. That's our little angel." Clarke whispers to Lexa, who can't do more than nod as she cries, smiling as she looks between Clarke and the screen, so much love and adoration in her heart she feels like she might just explode.

Before they leave, Abby forces them to take a Doopler with them. For the next few days, every down moment that used to be filled with the radio or silence is instead filled with the sound of little Madi's heartbeat, as Lexa and Clarke cant do much more than marvel at the little life they made.

[anonymous-red-506]

[heda-in-the-clouds]

An intimate look into Clarke and Lexa's first time together

[wanhedasdaggerweek]

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[reallygroovyninja]

Another prompt. Omega Lexa feels her baby kicking for the first time and she's overjoyed. She's nervous about sharing this with Clarke because they're technically not together but she really wants to share the news with someone

Lexa sat in her cozy apartment in Boston, the afternoon light filtering through the windows and casting a warm glow on the room. She was nestled in her favorite chair, a law textbook resting on her lap. The text was complex, but she was determined to push through, knowing how important learning this was. 

Suddenly, she felt a gentle flutter in her abdomen, a sensation unlike anything she had experienced before. Her heart skipped a beat, and she placed a hand on her belly, her law textbook momentarily forgotten. 

"Hey there, little one," she whispered softly, a smile spreading across her face. "Is that you moving around in there?" 

The fluttering continued, a series of gentle, almost playful movements. Lexa closed her eyes, savoring the moment, feeling a deep connection to the life growing inside her. 

"You must be excited," she murmured, her voice filled with tenderness. "I can't wait to meet you, you know. You've already made my world so much brighter." 

She chuckled softly, imagining what her future would be like with the baby. "I wonder what you'll be like. Will you have my determination? Your other mom's strength? Whoever you are, I know you're going to be amazing." 

The fluttering seemed to respond to her words, and Lexa felt a swell of emotion. She rested her hand gently on her belly, feeling the warmth and life beneath her fingertips. 

"Just know that I'm here, and I love you already," she said, her voice filled with love and promise. "We'll get through this together, one step at a time." 

Lexa sat there for a while longer, talking to her baby and feeling the fluttering movements. In that moment, surrounded by her books and the quiet hum of her apartment, she felt a profound sense of peace and joy. 

The flutter she had felt earlier, a gentle reminder of the life growing inside her, made everything feel more real. Clarke was thousands of miles away at Stanford, deeply engrossed in med school, just as Lexa was in law school. They had agreed to break up to focus on their futures, believing it was the right thing to do. But now, everything seemed uncertain. 

Lexa placed her law textbook on the coffee table and ran a hand through her hair, her mind a whirl of emotions. She knew she had to tell Clarke about the pregnancy. Clarke, who was not just the sire, but someone she had shared dreams and plans with. 

"I need to tell her," Lexa whispered to herself, feeling the weight of the decision. "She has a right to know. We need to figure this out together." 

She picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled to Clarke's contact. The distance felt more significant now, but she couldn't let it stop her. Taking a deep breath, she tapped the screen to start a video call. The phone rang, each second stretching out painfully. 

Finally, Clarke's familiar face appeared on the screen, a concerned look on her face. "Lexa? Is everything okay?" 

Lexa's heart pounded in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words tangled in her throat. "Clarke, I... there's something... I need to tell you..." 

Clarke's eyes widened slightly, her concern deepening. "Lexa, take your time. What's going on?" 

Lexa took another deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I... I felt the baby move today. Our baby. I'm pregnant, Clarke. You're the sire. And I... I didn't know how to tell you, and I know we agreed to... but I couldn't... and now everything's..." 

The words came out in a jumble, her emotions spilling over. Clarke's expression shifted from concern to shock, and then to something softer, more understanding. 

"Lexa, slow down," Clarke said gently. "I think I understand. You're pregnant, and you're saying it's mine." 

Lexa nodded, tears stinging her eyes. "Yes. We agreed to break up, to focus on our studies, but now... I don't know what to do, Clarke.I didn’t want to hide it any longer. You deserved to know." 

Clarke took a deep breath, her eyes filled with determination. "Lexa, I know we're far apart, but we'll find a way to make this work. I'm here for you, and for our baby." 

Lexa and Clarke continued talking, their conversation filled with tentative plans and reassurances. Clarke’s voice was steady and calming, and Lexa found herself holding onto every word, feeling a bit more anchored. 

"I know this is a lot, Lexa," Clarke said, her face a mixture of concern and determination. "But we’ll figure it out. I promise. For now, get some rest. We’ll talk more in the morning, okay?" 

Lexa nodded, a small smile forming on her lips despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. "Okay, Clarke. Thank you. It means a lot to me." 

"Goodnight, Lexa. Try to get some sleep," Clarke said softly. 

"Goodnight, Clarke," Lexa replied, ending the call with a deep breath. She placed her phone on the nightstand and climbed into bed, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Clarke’s reassurance had eased some of her fears, and she allowed herself to drift off to sleep, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster. 

The next morning, Lexa was woken by a knock at her door. She blinked groggily, her mind still fuzzy from sleep. As the knocking continued, she got up and made her way to the door, wondering who it could be so early. 

When she opened the door, her breath caught in her throat. Standing there, with her bags  and a determined look on her face, was Clarke. 

"Clarke?" Lexa’s voice was a mix of surprise and confusion. "What are you doing here?" 

Clarke dropped her bags and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Lexa in a tight embrace. "I couldn’t stay away," she said, her voice muffled against Lexa’s shoulder. "I don’t care about the distance or our plans. I need to be with you, Lexa. We’ll figure everything out together." 

Lexa felt tears well up in her eyes as she hugged Clarke back, the reality of the situation sinking in. "You’re really here," she whispered, pulling back slightly to look at Clarke’s face. 

Clarke nodded, her eyes bright with determination and love. "Yes, I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together." 

Lexa smiled through her tears, relief and happiness washing over her. "I’m so glad you’re here," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. 

Clarke cupped Lexa’s face in her hands, her gaze unwavering. "We’ll face this together, Lexa. No matter what." 

As they stood there in the doorway, holding each other close, Lexa felt a sense of hope and certainty she hadn’t felt in a long time. Clarke was here, and together, they could face anything. 

[blu3haw4]

Teaser

Second and original on the list of commemoratory posts for the anniversary of the 100 finale, a teaser of a very late future shot for Wanheda’s dagger week. (born from a prompt sento to me along long time ago)

Highly recommend reading it as a movie trailer with “This is how we do” by Katty Perry playing on the background

“I just-” Lexa groaned  “I was-”

“Thinking with you pussy, clearly”

“Raven!”

“How could you be so stupid?! Okay. Whatever!” Raven rolls her eyes “Now…” She leans forward conspiratorially with a smirk “Details!”

She forgot anything she thought as an answer when she turned to look at the absolute goddess standing now next to her.

//

The Night Before

//

//

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

//

Chasing her lips as they both smirked. “I’m Clarke. By the way”

//

“Here it goes” Clarke lets out

“What does?”

//

“You have no idea how hot your response was” Clarke whispers directly into her ear, they’re engrossed in this push and pull of moving to initiate a kiss and withdrawing a second after, chasing and dodging a kiss that they both so desperately want but neither is willing to give into… yet.

//

There isn’t any cathartic moment before they decide to leave, 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.

//

Even without music they slide right back into their chase, kissing shoulders and necks, sucking on earlobes and biting jaws.

//

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

//

“Put me down” Lexa sighed into Clarke’s mouth, needing to have a little control over the situation.

//

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

“Clarke, look at me” she ordered

Raven whistles, cheering her on “That’s what I’m talking about! This is why we’re friends”

//

Present time

//

//

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

Chuckling, Lexa bites her lip “Almost” she smirks…

//

“How though? For her to have f- Oh! … Oh” Raven smirks devilishly at her

//

“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

//

“Damn!” Raven nods approvingly “Told ya… kinky”

//

Lexa sighed daydreaming a little, caught in the memory of just how much fun she had with Clarke. “I just had to kiss her”

 //

“Wait- Hold on” Raven raises her hands, frowning so deep that her eyes close for a moment. “You noticed?”

“We talked about it. Actually”

//

“Oh yeah! Because that fixes everything!” Raven glared at her pointedly, sarcasm loud and clear. “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”

//

“this is literally the only thing that might actually save you from my rage so don’t lie to me!” Raven points angrily.

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

“For real?”

“Fuck yes”

Coming soon...

//

The Night Before

Clarke’s bedroom

//

[owl127]

Can youuuu…mayyybe…please write something containing a 🗡️ character and a jockstrap. Ugh something about jockstraps, mouth guards, and feminine girls doing masculine things is so hot🥵

read on Ao3

Reading @lexa-griffins talk about wanheda’s dagger got me inspired, so… *throws confetti in the air*

Lexa’s boots kicked dirty on her way to the bus stop.

“Lexa!” The cries behind her continued, along with the annoying click of cleats against asphalt. “Lexa, wait!”

Ignoring the girl running after her, Lexa climbed onto the bus without looking back. The driver looked her pursuer and rolled her eyes, signaling for the dirty athlete to hop into the campus bus.

“Thanks, Carla!” Lexa heard, and of course she would be friends with the bus drivers, because apparently, Clarke Griffin is very friendly with people. Girls in particular.

Lexa looked straight ahead as Clarke Griffin, captain of the soccer team, president of the debate club, LGBTQ+ alliance vice-president, and a fucking player sat next to her. Clarke swore at the mud tracks following her and lowered her socks with a long sigh.

“Lexa—” Clarke tried, but Lexa mmf-ed and turned her back to the alpha. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous.”

“You’re the one tracking mud on school property.”

“Brittany is like, nothing, she’s—”

“Have you slept with her?” Lexa turned to look into Clarke’s eyes, searching for honesty, trust, anything that would make the last three months she dedicated to this woman worth it. She found honesty, yes, but regretted it immediately.

“Not recently!” Clarke defended. “She likes to cheer in every game, and she keeps saying we’re seeing each other, but Lex, I haven’t been with her since before I met you!”

Lexa squinted her eyes, watching a bead of sweat forming on Clarke’s forehead.

“Okay, maybe once after we met, but we weren’t exclusive back then!”

The logic part of Lexa’s brain argued that Clarke had a point, and even Lexa had been on a fruitless date after she met Clarke. Had she thought about Clarke all the time? Totally. Did it in the end it help her see she was actually into the charming athlete? Yes, but irrelevant at the moment, since now the unreasonable part of Lexa’s brain kept replaying Brittany’s voice: “And that’s Clarke, number 10. She’s the captain. She’s also delicious.” A pink tongue over lipstick gloss had accompanied that statement, and a graphic image of that girl on her knees for Clarke had made Lexa escape the match as soon as she could.

Clarke had seen the iteration from the sidelines and had abandoned the bench in obvious pursuit.

“Are we exclusive?” Clarke asked when Lexa refrained from commenting. “I… I thought we were.” The girl swallowed, setting her face in the same hard angles as when she kicked a penalty. “I want us to be,” she said, extending a hand between them.

Lexa signed and took the offered hand in hers, feeling how warm it was, despite the fall leaves rushing past the bus window. She loved how warm Clarke’s hands were, a dichotomy to her always freezing extremities. Lexa mumbled something, and Clarke leaned closer, asking, “what was that?”

“Maybe I overreacted,” Lexa confessed, the almost empty bus a witness to the fact. “I hated seeing that girl talking about your dick like she owned it.”

Red crept into Clarke’s cheeks, making its way to her ears. “Well… she doesn’t,” Clarke said, one hand around Lexa’s waist. “You do,” she whispered, and Lexa’s face flushed with heat. “I want to be exclusive. If there’s any girl out there bragging about my dick, I want it to be you.”

“How romantic.”

“You’re into it,” Clarke argued, her bright eyes following Lexa’s scarf until it hid inside her jacket.

Logic once more piped up in Lexa’s mind that the girl had a point. The thong she had worn to celebrate Clarke’s game dampened with proof.

“You didn’t bring your phone or anything?” Lexa asked. “You just ran after me?”

“Of course. I couldn’t let you go looking pissed like that! And Octavia will pick up my shit.”

“So it’s not the first time you abandon your team celebration to pursue a girl?”

Panic flashed in Clarke’s eyes and Lexa felt merciful. “I guess from now on you’ll only be doing this for me.”

“Yeah.” Clarke kissed Lexa’s cheeks, sighing in relief. “My apartment is not far from here,” she said, the kiss lingering. “And I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

“Oh.” Lexa’s heart picked up, her cold hands warming up in her fingerless gloves. “If it’s out of desperation, we need to stop.”

“You’re so kind.”

With Octavia and the rest of the team still back at the football complex, there was no reservation for stripping as soon as they stumbled into Clarke’s apartment. The spare key with her neighbor was worth it (the assistant professor had looked the couple up and down and threw the key in their direction before closing the door and turning her TV colossally loud). Clarke’s shirt and cleats didn’t make it to the hallway, and Lexa’s pants puddled by the bathroom’s door. Lexa pulled the athletic shorts down and met the hard resistance of a jockstrap cup.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable?” she asked, drumming her fingers on top of the hard carbon fiber.

“Right now it’s pretty uncomfortable.” Clarke chuckled and kissed Lexa’s neck hard enough to bruise. “But that’s your fault.”

Lexa focused on Clarke’s high ponytail next, letting the blonde tresses free under the white light. “Yeah,” Lexa said, “it is.”

“Feeling possessive, huh?” Clarke nipped at the soft skin under Lexa’s chin while stepping out of her shorts, completely nude. Clarke moaned at the hands exploring her broad shoulders, digging into her trapezius, and scratching her deltoids. Lexa admired Clarke’s curves, but she salivated at her muscles.

A moan froze in a gasp as Lexa felt for Clarke’s erection, now free from the confines of jock straps and tight, athletic shorts. “Very possessive,” Lexa said, moving her hand in deliberate slowness, pushing eager hips back when Clarke tried to increase the pace. “You can be the leader of your team, but here” — a strong squeeze that made Clarke whine — “I’m captain.” The exhale on Lexa’s shoulder was nothing but a moan.

“Fuck,” Clarke said, her head surrendering to Lexa’s biceps as she mercifully started moving her hand.

Clarke smelled like sweat, and heat, and vetiver, and Lexa had it all for herself. She inhaled deeply, her brain creating a new pathway for that scent of love, need, and lust. Lexa prided herself on being an omega in full authority of her body and desires, but as Clarke groaned on her neck, Lexa surrendered to the primal need of control.

“Come for me, babe,” she said, softly albeit with a command, and poor Clarke followed like a trained puppy.

Lexa held her close as Clarke trembled, expending the last of her strength over Lexa’s olive skin. When Clarke’s knee threatened to buckle, Lexa guided the exhausted girl under the hot shower stream.

“I’m sorry.” Clarke mumbled as water covered her mouth. Lexa distracted herself with shampooing Clarke’s hair, and the fresh scent of mint and vetiver filled the fogging air.

“About what?”

Clarke turned to look Lexa in the eyes, all half-lidded and yawning. “I’m sorry for not being clear about being exclusive before. I was afraid.”

Lexa nuzzled the shampoo suds away from Clarke’s cheek. “Afraid?” she asked.

Clarke hugged her under the water, their wet bodies molding together. The water soothed Lexa’s skin, but Clarke remained her major source of warmth. “I was afraid you’d say no.”

“How could I not?” Lexa kissed her girlfriend — seemed safe to call her that way — until they were out of breath. “I hate sports, and you got me outside in a chilly morning just to watch you kicking some balls.”

“It’s one ball.”

“Whatever. Come here.”

Clarke obeyed, her hand sliding down beautiful curves to elicit a moan from Lexa. She responded in kind, hardening between them.

Octavia was pissed when she arrived home from their game and there was no hot water.

[mozz14]

Alpha Dance Company

Chapter 2 - Clarke's point of view - on A03 now!

[bottom-lexa]

I give you

Wanheda’s dagger

8 inches, 20 cm. Lifesize Wanheda’s dagger.

[lexa-griffins]

You and @anonymous-red-506 are having a fist fight?? What’s going on 👀

Simple. I was challenged, I accepted the challenge, now I gotta swim an entire ocean to get to Red and fist fight her 😌 oh and I also gotta bring her cookies!

[macolethings]

I didn't know you were a fan of wanheda's dagger. Did you have a favorite fic or prompt from an author

Hey Anon! I am a huge fan of Wanheda’s Dagger Week and the whole idea of everyone coming together for a niche target audience, and a fan of Wanheda’s Dagger stories. Unfortunately, the week hit right when I was set to have a baby so I haven’t had the chance to settle in and read everything yet. And since I didn’t plan to write, I didn’t pay much attention to the anon prompts. But I plan to read everyone else’s contributions once I can relax.

I did get a pre-screening of Alpha Dance Company by @mozz14 and loved it! There was also a funny prompt response by @reallygroovyninja where Clarke and Lexa have a sex talk with their kid that had me laughing. As much as I like a good smut filled story, I enjoy reading about Clexa spending and experiencing a full life together. Call me a sap haha.

I’m a fan of all @vmplvr1977 stories they’ve written, so I’m looking forward to reading It Takes as Long as it Takes. Of course, @lexa-griffins is “Wanheda’s Dagger,” @heda-in-the-clouds writes wonderful smut and that GIF set they did 🥵 🪭. And everyone else I saw contribute, @bottom-lexa, @eternalreignblog, and @blu3haw4 all have stories or one-shots that I’ve enjoyed so I have no doubt their contributions are great as well and look forward to reading them.

[heda-in-the-clouds]

Downward Doggystyle

As Lexa exercises and shows off her flexibility, Clarke offers her a more exciting and pleasurable workout. She promises Lexa that she'll feel a deeper stretch

Here's my contribution to @wanhedasdaggerweek featuring my yoga Lexa x surfer Clarke au. This is for my amazing beta and lovely friend @lexa-griffins who has supported me and my au from day one

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"Twenty-nine, thirty and breathe." Lexa panted hard to herself as she finished her final set of flutter kicks.

“That looked really good babe!” You boasted as you filmed Lexa’s workout from the couch. Lexa had asked you to record her workout so she could analyze her form and document her progress.

“Thanks Clarke! It feels like my abs are on fire. Everything hurts.” Lexa winced as she wiped the sweat from her brow and chugged her water bottle.

“Don’t overwork yourself. I don’t want you to hurt yourself or pull a muscle.” You insisted to your girlfriend.

“Yeah. I’m just trying to push myself a bit more today. I feel like I’ve hit a wall in my training and need the extra oomph to get over it.” Lexa reassured you.

“Ok, just make sure you listen to your body. Also, about how much longer do you have? I’m checking the battery and we have about 30 more minutes left.” You commented after adjusting the camera on its tripod.

“That should be more than enough. I have a few more exercises to finish before I wrap up. Then we can shower.” Lexa emphasized the last part with a cheeky grin. Your eyes immediately darkened as Lexa eagerly smirked back. Lexa then continued her workout and maneuvered her body into a plank position.

As Lexa held her pose, you shamelessly raked your eyes all over her body knowing you would soon have her naked under the shower. Your gaze first lingered on Lexa’s sports bra that supported her perky breasts and showed off her hardening nipples. You longed to cup them and feel their weight in your grasp.

Next you imagined running your hands across Lexa’s lean body. You first wanted to admire the graceful strength of her toned back. Afterwards, your touch would follow the path of her muscles down her physique stopping at her abs. Your fingers would idly brush and play notes across the soft lines adorning her tummy.

Next, you would trace the contours of her obliques until you reached the waistband of her tights. You would give her hips a firm squeeze pleased at how supple they felt in your grip. You would then divert your attention south and trace the seams of her leggings and reveled how tight the fabric stretched across her mound. Finally, you would reach back towards your favorite thing about Lexa. You craved to dig your fingers into her ass and feel them clench tightly in response.

Snapping out of your lustful daydream, you felt yourself slowly getting hard under your sweatpants. Lexa then transitioned through several more stretches. Each new position showed off her lithe figure, soft curves, subtle abs, long legs, and firm ass at new angles for your sinful gaze causing your heart to beat faster. Your increased heartrate also pushed more blood to the growing heat between your legs.

As Lexa continued her cooldown routine, the minutes seemed to tick excruciatingly slow. Your leg started to bounce eagerly hoping that time would run faster or Lexa would cut her workout early. Lexa was blissfully unaware at your inner turmoil and your desperation to feel her warmth against and around you.

Lexa then raised her ass up as she transitioned into downward dog. This action caused her black leggings to mold tightly against her cheeks providing you a sinful view of the swell of her ass. You couldn’t hold in your desire any longer as you sprung up from the couch and approached her from behind. Her eyes remained closed as she focused on getting a deep stretch so she was oblivious to your sudden presence.

You throbbed underneath your sweats when you gazed between her legs and saw the damp fabric clinging tightly to her sex. She was wet and you knew it wasn’t just sweat from the faint musk you smelled. You smirked to yourself when you realized that you weren’t the only one aroused by the promise of sex after this workout. You were both already wet without the shower. You cupped Lexa between her legs and groaned when you finally felt her soaked core.

“Clarke.” Lexa shuddered as her form faltered slightly from your unexpected touch before she regained her composure.

“I think your form’s off babe. Don’t you have to keep your abs tight?” You teased when you saw her slouching as she leaned back into your fingers idly brushing her clit over her damp leggings. Lexa rocked her hips urging you to apply more pressure.

“Please love. I need more." Lexa looked back, pouted her lips, and begged with a tremble in her voice.

“What about finishing your workout?” You slyly grinned when you heard Lexa’s desperation in her words.

“Don’t care. I’m done. I just need your touch.” Lexa emphatically pleaded with you. You quickly caved into her request unwilling to deny your girlfriend what both she and you wanted. However, you decided to tease her a bit more.

"Like this?” You applied more pressure to her clit and dipped your fingers past her clothed entrance.

“Mhmn. Yeah.” Lexa quietly hummed out.

“Or this?" While your left hand was preoccupied with Lexa's crotch, your right hand reached around, squeezed her breasts, and pinched her nipples over her sports bra.

“Ahhh.” Lexa yelped from the pressure of your hands on her chest.

“But I think this is what you want?" You jutted your hips forward so she could feel your dick straining against your sweats.

“Fuck! You're so hard." Lexa gasped when your crotch was flush with her ass.

"You’re to blame for this babe. Just seeing you working out in your tight clothes as you move and stretch in all your flexible poses does that to me. Also, the promise of sex never fails to turn me on.” You cheerfully uttered as you started a slow roll of your hips hoping to get some relief for your dick against Lexa’s upturned ass.

“I don't think I can wait until the shower. I need you now – like this!” Lexa pleaded and started a rocking motion trying to match your movements against her sex.

“Are you sure you want me to take you like this? I mean…can you hold yourself up long enough?” You knew Lexa was in excellent shape but wondered if she had enough stamina after her strenuous workout.

“Trust me love. I've got plenty of core strength left. I know I can last longer holding myself up in downward dog than you can inside me." Lexa wiggled her butt and teased you with a smug look on her face.

"Ooof! Low blow babe. I'm getting better – slowly.” You dramatically gasped and held your hand to your chest feigning your hurt. You then playfully spanked her ass for her jab.

“Ow! I'm sorry love. You know I love how you can’t last long enough for me. It’s so flattering that I can make you cum in a minute. But yeah, you’ve been able to last longer and longer each time we have sex. I’m so happy for you.” Lexa kindly reassured you.

You felt your heart flutter at the sincerity in Lexa’s tone. You were still in disbelief at how patient Lexa had been with you from the very beginning helping you overcome your insecurities as an intersex woman. You always worried that Lexa didn’t find pleasure when you finished too quickly. You even blamed your smaller size as the main reason for this.

However, Lexa was gentle and honest with you. She constantly reassured you that she did enjoy sex with you – a lot – despite your doubts. She also never blamed your smaller size too. She even confessed that she preferred your size because it allowed her to show off her flexibility in various sex positions that worked better for you. Now, you wanted to return the favor and hopefully give Lexa the pleasure she deserved.

“Let me show you how much better I am.” You confidently beamed with a grateful look of appreciation towards Lexa’s compliment. You edged her soaked leggings further down her ass until they pooled at her knees. Your dick twitched as her firm cheeks and aroused sex were finally exposed to your lustful gaze. You were grateful that Lexa never wore underwear beneath her workout clothes.

“I don’t think I’ve told you enough times already just how much I love that you’re naked under your tights!” You enthusiastically praised as you lusted over your girlfriend’s naked upturned lower-half in front of you.

“I think I have a pretty good idea love since you always bring it up.” Lexa chuckled. “You know I hate panty lines. Plus, my leggings are already so comfortable that I don’t need to wear anything underneath.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You mumbled as you were still distracted by Lexa’s ass in front of you.

Your dick throbbed in eager anticipation sensing it would soon be sheathed inside the soaked, tight cunt that Lexa presented in front of you. Lexa whined when you briefly pulled away from her to reach for the stash of condoms and lube hidden in the drawer. You then pulled down your sweats and underwear to free yourself. You tore open a condom, added a small drop of lube inside the tip, and quickly slipped it over yourself.

You sauntered back to Lexa who still held her form perfectly in downward dog. She had been watching you with rapt attention the entire time. Specifically, you saw her eyes darkening as they followed your cock. You still couldn’t believe Lexa found your body desirable. You still recalled how shy you felt when you were first naked in front of her. You were nervous you wouldn’t measure up to Lexa’s expectations. However, Lexa was thrilled to finally have sex with you. You remembered the pure desire dripping out of her that night when she couldn’t wait to feel you inside her for the first time. That feeling never left as you saw her cunt soaked for you right now.

You stood behind her and keened at the sight of Lexa underneath you in downward dog. Her firm cheeks were spread open exposing her sex to you. Anticipating your cock, her folds were petaled open and flush with arousal. Her cunt was at the perfect height and angle for you to enter swiftly in one stroke. However, you wanted to edge Lexa and delay your satisfaction of being inside her.

Lexa whined when she felt your dick sliding across her drenched folds instead of entering her from behind. You slowly drove your dick back and forth coating the condom in her arousal for a smoother glide inside her pussy. Your tip occasionally bumped against her clit causing her back muscles to shudder and strained whimpers to leave her mouth.

“Clarke – Please! I want you inside me now. I need a different kind of stretch that only you can provide.” Lexa urgently begged.

You adjusted your stance because you couldn’t deny what you both craved in this moment. With a firm grip on her hips, you easily entered Lexa in one thrust until your hips were flush with her ass.

“Fuck! I’ve never been this deep inside you. You’re so fucking tight...and hot.” You admitted when your cock reached places inside Lexa you’ve never felt before.

“Uh! Fuck! You feel so good too. Gimme a minute to adjust. I’m not used to you this deep.” Lexa shuddered as she took deep breaths to relax her tight muscles.

“Take as much time as you need.” You were grateful that Lexa needed a minute to collect herself. You also needed a moment to relax and calm down. Despite the thin barrier of the condom, you still felt every heavenly sensation of Lexa’s warmth embracing your dick.

You worried that if you moved even an inch, it would overwhelm you and cause you to cum immediately. That was exactly what you didn’t want to happen since you cockily boasted to Lexa that you could last longer. However, you weren’t prepared for how sensual it felt to fuck Lexa in this new position. Sure, you’ve fucked Lexa from behind before but never like this. Everything felt heightened when you were this deep inside her and you weren’t even moving yet. A shudder ran down your spine when you imagined how much more intense it would feel when you started thrusting.

You also wondered how Lexa felt in this moment. Did she have the same thoughts as you where everything felt more intense when you were this deep inside her? You could feel her cautiously squeezing around you trying to find the right pressure for her. Her walls made minute adjustments around you as they tried to accommodate the extra stretch you gave at this new depth. Before you could ask, Lexa spoke out.

“Damn, I don’t think I’ve felt anything this fucking good before!” Lexa groaned out when she finally felt herself starting to relax and loosen up. She could now focus on how different and amazing it felt when you were as deep as possible inside her.

“I thought it would be just like doggystyle but it’s so much fucking better.” You gushed. “I think we should call this downward doggystyle.” You struggled to confidently say your pun without bursting into laughter.

“Dork.” Lexa turned her head, rolled her eyes, and sighed at your lame joke.

“What? I think I’m a genius.” You quickly countered before you suddenly choked on your words when you felt Lexa purposely squeezing her walls around your cock.

“How about we get back to business love? I’m bent over for you and the last thing I want to hear are more of your dumb puns.” Lexa huffed before she suddenly lowered her voice. “I wanna hear you moan instead.”

“Ahh.” You grunted when Lexa clenched even tighter around your dick. “Understood babe.”

Your short banter helped diminish the sudden urge for you to cum. It wasn’t by a lot but it was enough for you to start moving slowly inside Lexa. You started a steady pace savoring how Lexa’s body responded to your strokes. You felt her walls stretching for you as you drove your cock back and forth. They clenched around your length trying to draw you deeper inside and hold you still. Lexa was right. You started moaning and grunting as you increased your pace and thrusted sharply inside her soaked cunt chasing your explosive release.

“Ahhh! Right there Clarke! Keep going.” Lexa whimpered when you grinded against her front wall. You both learned that your cock was the perfect size to consistently find and thrust against her g-spot. You modified your stance so you could angle your strokes and thrust more easily against it. You knew if you kept fucking Lexa like this, she would be shaking and gushing around your cock soon.

“Fuck!”

“Your dick feels so damn good!”

“You’re filling me up so well right now.”

“You’re gonna make me cum!”

Lexa cried out praise after praise when you changed the angle of your thrusts so you could drive your cock into her front wall where she felt the most intense sensations. You looked down at Lexa underneath you, arching her back, split open on your cock, cheeks rippling from your hips slamming against her, and desperately driving her ass back to meet your thrusts. Hearing Lexa’s passionate moans filled you with pride that you were the only one who could fuck Lexa like this. It also had the undesirable consequence of causing your own orgasm to quickly creep up on you.

“I don’t know how much longer I can last.” You struggled to get the words out when you sensed the familiar twitching in your shaft signaling your impending release.

“Do you want to slow down and try some of the techniques I taught you?” Lexa graciously offered when she felt the telltale signs of your throbbing length inside her core.

Neither of you were ready for your messy finish yet. You both wanted to hold on just a bit longer and savor the sinful experience of fucking each other in this new position.

“Yeah.” You groaned when you slowly pulled out of Lexa. You then noticed the long spit of wetness leaving her cunt attached to your condom. You almost came at the sight but managed to stave off your orgasm when you squeezed your shaft just behind your head just like Lexa showed you. In a matter of seconds, you felt your impending urge to cum disappear. You also took several deep breaths until you were confident you were ready to go again.

“Good?” Lexa asked with a proud smile on her face.

“Yeah. Thanks for showing me that. It’s a lifesaver babe.” You confidently grinned back in relief.

“You’re very welcome. Now, get back to fucking me love.” Lexa insisted as she drove her ass even higher up.

“Gladly.” You repositioned yourself behind Lexa and eagerly entered her in one smooth stroke aiming for her g-spot again. You knew you found it when Lexa uttered a soft moan and her walls suddenly clenched around you. You keened at how Lexa’s body desperately missed your cock and welcomed you back with a tight and wet embrace. You gave her hips a quick squeeze before you pulled out and started fucking her hard again.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Lexa moaned out and cried at how great you felt back inside her cunt.

As you continued fucking Lexa, you noticed her arms shaking, feet losing grip, and back muscles starting to flex and strain. She had spent more time than she anticipated in downward dog and it was starting to show. It also didn’t help that Lexa had to steady herself from your hips thrusting relentlessly against her ass. No matter how firm or big her ass was, it didn’t provide enough cushion the longer you fucked her. You could feel Lexa struggled to fully hold herself up as you had to support more of her weight with your tightening grip on her hips.

“Fuck Clarke. I don’t think I can hold myself up any longer like this.” Lexa whined as she felt her strength slowly being drained.

“Can you hold on a bit more babe? I know you can do it. I’m almost there. Can you be a good girl for me?” You softly cooed sensing Lexa’s growing struggle. You knew she had the core strength to last and wanted to push her.

“Yeah. I wanna be good for you love.” Lexa whimpered when she was soothed by your reassuring words. You saw Lexa dig her heels and adjust her hands on her yoga mat for better grip. She then flexed her muscles and tightened her stance to correct her slouching form in downward dog.

Lexa had unlocked a new source of energy and determination. You were proud of your girlfriend and wanted to reward her tenacity. You focused all of your energy into making sure Lexa came with you. You reached around and rubbed her clit. You slowed down your thrusts and fucked her with shallow strokes so you spent as much time as possible stimulating her g-spot.

Lexa cried out incoherent moans and whimpers in response. She felt conflicting sensations all over her body. Her legs, arms, and abs hurt from the strain of holding herself up but the deep strokes of your cock against her walls electrified her nerves with an intense pleasure.

You felt so close to your own climax but it wasn’t due to the intense sensations of Lexa’s silky soaked walls wrapped around your throbbing cock. No, it was due to the sweet and raspy moans leaving Lexa’s mouth as you pulled her back and forth against your cock. Pride caused your chest and cock to swell up that you were the cause of Lexa’s filthy moans.

That’s when you felt it. Lexa’s walls suddenly clenched around you halting your thrusts and holding you still. A second later, her cunt rhythmically squeezed and tightened around your cock signaling the start of her orgasm. You then felt a flood of wetness soaking your dick and gushing out between your bodies. You quickly succumbed to your own orgasm from the rhythmic patterns of Lexa’s muscles milking your cock forcing you to shoot out jets of cum into the condom.

“Lexa? You okay babe?” You prodded when you saw her body starting to relax again. However, Lexa didn’t respond so you assumed she was still recovering and didn’t have the mindset to think clearly yet. You gently lowered Lexa to the floor and allowed her to rest on her yoga mat as she regained her strength and consciousness.

“Clarke. Clarke. Clarke.” Lexa was passionately moaning your name. Your voice never sounded sweeter than when Lexa was in the throes of her climax. Suddenly, Lexa’s muscles holding her taut suddenly buckled from the intensity of her orgasm racking her body. Her body and legs were shaking uncontrollably so you quickly tightened your grip to hold her up so she wouldn’t fall down.

You didn’t pull out and were still inside Lexa knowing she sometimes clenched around your dick to soothe herself and come down after a strong orgasm such as this. She also enjoyed feeling your weight above her and felt safe and protected underneath you. It was one of her favorite forms of intimacy with you. You peppered Lexa’s backside and neck with nips and kisses waiting for her to come back to you. You whispered soft affirmations of love, desire, and appreciation into her ear too. 

“I love you Clarke.” Lexa softly breathed out when she finally regained her awareness. 

“I know.” You tenderly responded as you leaned over and kissed Lexa. Your heart fluttered as you both smiled widely into the kiss. Pulling back, you both had a dopey grin on your face. 

Your moment of bliss was interrupted when Lexa’s fitness tracker started beeping on her wrist. Lexa quickly checked her notification to silence it. 

“Uh Clarke? My watch accidently recorded our sex as a high intensity workout.” Lexa awkwardly informed you as a bright red blush adorned her face.  

“Really? That’s so funny. Show me the stats.” You pleaded as you struggled to suppress your laugh at Lexa’s adorable embarrassment. Lexa sighed before she rolled her eyes and held up her wrist so you could both scroll through the various fitness metrics it had recorded. 

“Wow. Your heart rate peaked over 100 beats per minute during your orgasm! You should start recording that in your workout journal.” You suggested enthusiastically.  

“I am not going to record that stat in my journal Clarke. That’s so personal. What if someone reads that?” Lexa vehemently protested. 

“Lexa! Look at how many calories you burned during sex. Damn that’s a lot. I think you should start adding sex to your daily workout routine.” You hoped that Lexa would take your suggestion seriously.

“We already fuck at least twice a day Clarke. How much more do you want?” Lexa countered. 

“Well, I –“ You started to respond before Lexa swiftly interrupted your train of thought. 

“Don’t finish that. I already know the number and that’s unreasonable. We’re still in college and have classes to attend.” Lexa scoffed back. 

“You should wear your fitness tracker whenever we have sex now. You can record it as hot yoga.” You proudly grinned. 

“Oh my God! Clarke stop!” Lexa groaned, dropped her face, and hid her embarrassment into her yoga mat.

“I’m sorry Lexa but you know how I love teasing you.” You quietly apologized as you nudged your head against Lexa trying to coax her back out and face you.

“Can we talk about something else?” Lexa timidly asked when she turned and faced you.

“We don’t have to talk at all.” You cockily boasted with a smolder. 

You groaned when you felt Lexa’s enthusiastic approval as she squeezed around your dick which had softened inside her. She must feel rejuvenated now as she tried to help you get hard again.

“I need to grab a new condom and I can’t pull out if you’re holding me too tight babe.” You urged when Lexa’s walls didn’t release their tight grip on you. Lexa sighed because she didn’t want to let go of you just yet. You kissed her pout away and promised you would be quick. You pulled out and quickly discarded the used condom. You then grabbed some wet wipes and hastily cleaned both you and Lexa up.

Lexa grabbed a condom from the stash and beckoned you close to her. She gave your cock several strokes to make sure you were fully hard. She then tore open the packet, gave your dick a small kiss on the tip, and sheathed the condom down your shaft.

“I have another yoga pose that I want you to fuck me in. It’s the bridge position.” Lexa keenly told you before she laid down on her mat, spread her legs apart, and lifted her hips up. “And don’t worry. This pose is easier on me so you can take your time fucking me love.”

Your eyes widened, jaw dropped, and your dick twitched when you saw Lexa spread open and presenting her soaked cunt for you to fuck again. Who knew yoga poses were so versatile? You dropped to your knees, moved towards her, and positioned yourself in between her legs. You first ran your hands across her thighs, up her mound, and over her abs. You were always in awe of Lexa’s toned physique and craved every opportunity to touch her.

“Having fun love?” Lexa giggled while you were distracted worshipping her body.

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” You blushed when you realized several minutes had passed and she was still waiting for you to fill her up.

“No worries. It’s so cute when you get super focused on me.” Lexa happily insisted to you. “Wanna explore the inside of me now?” Lexa smirked.

You didn’t want to keep her waiting any longer. Again, Lexa’s entrance in bridge pose was at the right height and angle for you to easily slide inside her. It’s like her body was made for exactly for you. You shifted your stance and started pressing your cock past her folds which easily parted for you. Your dick slid deeper inside Lexa inch by inch until you bottomed out. She gave you a reassuring squeeze that you could start moving.

You pumped your hips back and forth keeping a languid pace. You weren’t in a rush to finish. You wanted to savor all the sensations you felt as you slowly fucked Lexa. You focused more clearly on all the different textures you felt inside her like the various ridges surrounding your cock. You also felt how different her g-spot felt. It was a spongy texture compared to the smoothness everywhere else.

You then wondered if Lexa did the same and focused on how your cock felt inside her. You looked down and saw her eyes were tightly closed. It seemed like she was in a deep concentration right now. Was she feeling the details of your shaft as you slowly thrusted inside her? Did she appreciate the way you filled her up? Lexa then opened her eyes and caught you staring intensely at her.

“What love?” Her head tilted when she asked you.

“You just look so beautiful right now.” You gushed when you couldn’t hold in your feelings right now.

“Charmer.” Lexa’s face beamed from your compliment and showed off her dimples with her wide smile.

Her hand then reached up and covered your own holding her hips up. Her thumb rubbed soothing circles across your skin before she squeezed your palm. You knew what it meant. She wanted you to stop moving but you weren’t sure why.

“I wanna kiss you right now.” Lexa clarified when she saw your confused expression.

A joyous grin broke out on your face as you couldn’t contain your excitement. You carefully lowered yourself down so you could reach her face. Your nerves ignited when you kissed her. You soon felt a blissful warmth flooding your body. You continued making out, trading tender kisses with each other. You finally pulled back when the need of oxygen surpassed your need of her.

“Let’s get back shall we?” She pleaded when you saw her eyes raw with passion for you.

You nodded and pulled yourself back up. You readjusted your position and checked in with Lexa that you were ready. She returned a gleeful smile prompting you to resume. Lexa’s face soon scrunched up in delight, mouth gaped open, and abs flexed when you swiftly found her g-spot again.

"Love, don't let your hips fall. Keep them up." You teased when you saw her form off due to your strong thrusts against her front wall. She playfully stuck her tongue out at you but followed your instructions.

You then reached forward and squeezed Lexa’s breasts over her sports bra. They felt firm as you took turns cupping each one in your hands. You were somewhat disappointed that Lexa still had her sports bra on. You wished you could see them moving in sync with your thrusts but her bra kept them firmly in place. Your thumb brushed over her nipples that started to point out. You knew her nipples were sensitive so you stroked, rubbed, and pinched them knowing it drove Lexa wild.

“Love? How close are you right now?” She sharply panted out after a few minutes.

“I feel like I’m almost there. Why?” You admitted when you realized the familiar signs of your climax had suddenly snuck up on you.

“I have one more position I want to surprise you with. I think it’ll be the perfect one for you to finish in.” Lexa insisted.

“What’s it called?” You eagerly mused.

“It’s the plow pose!” She excitedly squealed.

Your attention piqued from the obvious name of the pose.

“It’s actually an advanced yoga pose I found online. When I saw it for the first time, I wanted to see if it would work as a hot sex position with you. It’s tough to hold this pose for long so I’ve been practicing in private to get better. I can hold it for two minutes before it’s too much. That should be good enough for you right – not that two minutes isn’t short – it isn’t – I swear – it’s a good time – long enough for me.” Lexa awkwardly rattled on.

“Of course I want to try it with you babe.” You chuckled to save her from embarrassing herself anymore. You just adored seeing how cute and flustered Lexa got when she rambled. She signaled for you to stop and pull out so she could get into position. You sat on your heels giddy as you awaited her final pose.

Lexa stayed in a bridge but she suddenly lifted her legs up until they pointed directly at the ceiling. She then drove her legs forward towards her chest until her toes landed on the floor behind her head. Her raised hips were aligned with her shoulders that supported her weight on the floor. Her torso was almost at a ninety-degree angle which meant her sex was pointed straight up at the ceiling.

“Ta-da! What do you think love?” Lexa cheered once she finally settled into the plow pose.

“Fuuuuuuck!” You groaned heavily in astonishment that Lexa had practically folded over herself. You’ve never been more grateful for having a flexible girlfriend.

“Hurry up Clarke. I can’t hold this for too long.” Lexa insisted.

“I’m coming babe.” You responded without a second thought.

“Already? You’re not even inside me yet.” Lexa playfully teased you.

“Dork.” You sassed back.

You stepped up to her a bit unsure how to get yourself into position and enter her. Luckily, Lexa saw your predicament and guided you. You leaned over her and placed your hands on the back of her thighs. You cautiously pushed them down until you hovered over her entrance at the right angle. You just had to drop your hips and you’d be inside her.

“Go ahead love. Fill me up!” Lexa eagerly beckoned.

You lowered your stance and pushed through her folds. Your moans became more unrestrained as you forced her walls to adjust around you the deeper you sunk. You shuddered when you finally bottomed out. Being soaked inside her warm cunt overwhelmed your senses. She felt tighter, wetter, and hotter in this new position. You groaned trying to suppress yourself from throbbing too much.

“Fuck Lexa! I’m already so close – I haven’t even moved yet! I don’t think I can last long.” You anxiously confessed, worried you would finish after a few sloppy thrusts.

“Hey it’s okay. Deep breaths love. Cum when you need to.” Lexa soothed seeing the nervousness on your face.

“But I just want to be good enough for you.” You uttered in a hushed voice.

“Love you are.” Lexa tenderly reassured you.

“But – “ You replied apprehensive of Lexa’s words before she interrupted you.

“Clarke. Love. I just want to enjoy this with you no matter how long you last.” Lexa smiled affectionately at you. “It’s a new position right? I don’t expect you to be great at it yet. There’s plenty of chances for you to get better. Just be with me now and it’ll be good for both of us. I promise.”

“Fuck you’re amazing! I love you.” You choked out. Lexa always knew what to say to help you overcome your insecurities.

“I know. Deeply.” Lexa smirked and clenched around you to emphasize her last point.

“Fuck!” You whimpered and jerked your hips forward caught off guard by Lexa’s walls squeezing you even tighter.

“Now, don’t hold back for me love. It’s the plow pose for a reason. I want it hard and fast!” She keened.

Lexa wanted you to become selfish. Right now, she didn’t care about her own pleasure but only yours. She chose this position specifically for you. She practiced holding this pose in private for you. She imagined being fucked by you like this. You didn’t want all her hard work to go to waste. You cast aside your anxiety about finishing too fast. Instead, you focused on how filthy it would feel to fuck Lexa in this position.

You drove your hips up then slammed them back down onto Lexa’s ass. You repeated this over and over so your cock would plow up and down inside her cunt in long, heavy strokes. At this extreme angle, it felt like gravity was helping you drive your cock deeper, faster, and harder inside her body. You realized how intense each thrust felt in this position and desperately chased your climax uncaring how fast it would arrive.

You peered down and saw Lexa looking seductively up at you. Her eyes were dark with lust. She bit her lips as she marveled at your intensity. She moaned and cried to the beat of your thrusts. They joined in the sinful symphony of the heavy slaps of your hips against her ass coupled with the wet squelches of your cock plowing her cunt. You felt her hopelessly squeezing around you in a vain attempt to hold you still but your thrusts easily overpowered her as you forced your way deeper chasing your messy finish.

“Clarke!” Lexa desperately whined as her eyes rolled back after a sharp thrust against her g-spot.

Hearing how sweet she moaned your name ignited your nerves and pushed you to your explosive climax. You growled hard and filled the condom with heavy spurts of your cum. You whimpered when you felt Lexa’s muscles matched the rhythmic pulses of your throbbing cock. Her body craved to be soaked in your release that the thin latex barrier held back.

After your orgasm ran through its course, you gently unfolded Lexa and lowered yourselves to her mat. She had a dopey grin of bliss plastered on her face as you carefully settled your weight above her. You were both sweaty but neither of you cared. Her legs were still tied around you as you rested. She wasn’t ready to let you go and you weren’t ready to pull out. You nuzzled into each other’s neck and traded tender kisses. You rubbed soft circles around her hips while she ran her hands up and down your back to soothe each other.

“I’m gonna be so sore. But it’s the good kind of sore.” Lexa heavily breathed out after she caught her breath.

“Was that … good for you?” You hesitantly asked.

“Fuck that was so hot love! That went better than I imagined. I love how hard you came.” Lexa excitedly blurted out.

“Yeah? It felt really intense for me too. Thanks for finding this position and holding it for me.” You cheerfully nodded impressed at Lexa’s endurance and flexibility.

“You’re welcome love. We are definitely gonna do this again! But I need more practice to stay longer in plow pose.” Lexa playfully shared.

“I also need some practice to improve my stamina. Luckily, I have the hottest workout partner to help me out.” You bragged.

Lexa beamed and flashed you a toothy smile. Afterwards, you were both content to just lay there soaking in each other’s warmth. You still had time until you felt yourself softening and had to remove your condom. However, your tranquil bliss was broken when Lexa suddenly gasped.

“Love. Did you ever turn off the camera?” Lexa frantically squealed.

“I think so? Why?” You hesitated as you struggled to remember.

“Look.” Lexa tapped you on the shoulder so you could both face the couch where you had set up the camera mount. When you turned your head, you saw the red recording light of the camera still flashing.

“Oh my God! It’s still on!“ You yelped out.

“We made a sex tape!” Lexa exclaimed in pure shock.

“Do you want to watch it? I could judge your form babe.” You sheepishly asked Lexa after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Only if I can critique your technique too love.” Lexa flirted back.

“Deal. So shower then movie night?” You offered with a smug grin on your face.

“Let’s skip the shower and save some water. I have a strong feeling we’re gonna be sweaty again real soon.” Lexa smirked

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For a fluffy prompt for wanheda's dagger week, Clarke tells Lexa she looks good wearing her clothes the morning after

Lexa eased herself out of bed, moving with the careful precision of a soldier on a stealth mission. She glanced at Clarke, who was still sound asleep, her face serene and framed by tousled blonde hair. Holding her breath, Lexa slipped one leg, then the other, out from under the covers, inching her way to the edge of the mattress. 

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Lexa's feet touched the wooden floor, and she shifted her weight slowly to avoid any creaks. She stood up, her movements fluid and deliberate, and tiptoed towards the chair by the window. 

A white shirt draped over the back of the chair caught her eye. She reached for it, careful not to disturb the delicate balance of the items strewn about. The shirt felt soft in her hands as she slipped it on, the fabric cool against her skin. Lexa then scanned the floor, quickly spotting her underwear amidst the scattered clothes. She bent down, retrieving them with a swift motion, and quietly slipped them on. 

With one last glance at Clarke, ensuring she was still undisturbed, Lexa made her way to the bathroom. She closed the door gently behind her, the soft click of the latch barely audible in the stillness of the morning. 

As Lexa eased the bathroom door open, the faintest whisper of a creak escaping as she did. She paused, holding her breath, and glanced toward the bed to see if the sound had disturbed Clarke. Satisfied that it hadn't, she continued, slipping through the door and closing it just as carefully behind her. 

The room was still bathed in the gentle morning light, and Lexa moved with the same stealth as before, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor. As she stepped further into the room, a soft voice broke the silence. 

"You look really good in my shirt." 

Lexa froze, her eyes darting to the bed. Clarke was half-awake, her blue eyes barely open, a sleepy smile playing on her lips. The sight of her, disheveled and yet so effortlessly beautiful, made Lexa's heart skip a beat. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Lexa whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. 

Clarke stretched languidly, her smile widening. "It's okay," she murmured. "I'm glad I did. You should wear my clothes more often." 

Lexa chuckled softly, her tension easing as she moved closer to the bed. "Maybe I will," she said, sitting on the edge and brushing a strand of hair away from Clarke's face. "Go back to sleep. I'll be right here." 

Clarke's eyes fluttered shut again, her smile lingering as she drifted back to sleep. Lexa watched her for a moment, her heart full, before she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Clarke's forehead. Then, with a final glance, she settled back beside her, content to simply be in this peaceful moment together. 

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@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!”

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Clexa (abo)

Fanfiction by owl127

i. Late Bloomer

Clarke.  The name echoed in Lexa's head like a pebble disturbing calm waters. She knew Clarke had been a late bloomer, presenting as an alpha a mere few weeks after Lexa had left for her early summer orientation. She had texted Clarke over the months, seen pictures of her dorm, friends, and... not a lot of pictures of herself. Because, whoa. Alphahood had done things.

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ii. Azgeda!Clarke

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iii. Azgeda!Clarke

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iv. The Three C's I

Lexa nodded. She just wanted to disappear and get this over with. At Anya’s expression, she suspected her sister shared the thought. "And you both remember the three Cs?" "Consent, caress, and condom," they repeated together, somewhat lamely, but it pulled a smile from Gustus nonetheless.

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v. The Three C's II

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vi. The Three C's III

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vii. Her Eyes

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viii. Action

"Can you talk a little bit about how you felt when you were diagnosed?" Clarke works her jaw back and forth, looking down at her polished shoes then up at the camera again.  "Well. Basically, it sucked."

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ix. Christmas

Her kiss tasted like hot cocoa.

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x. Unplanned Pregnancy

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xi. Alpha x Alpha I

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xii. Alpha x Alpha II

A thin ring of blue was the only light in Clarke’s dark eyes. “You don’t have to do this only because I do it for you.”

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xiii. Yours

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xiv. Growing Pains

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xv. Alpha x Alpha 2.0

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xvi. Jock

“Are we exclusive?” Clarke asked when Lexa refrained from commenting. “I… I thought we were.” The girl swallowed, setting her face in the same hard angles as when she kicked a penalty. “I want us to be,” she said, extending a hand between them.

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xvii. MILF!Lexa

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xviii. Roommates

"You should have warned me, O." "She’s my personal trainer and ex-military. Weren’t those warnings enough?" "Octavia!" "Can’t you keep your legs closed for a hot alpha, Griff?"

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