#haven't written these evil little shits in awhile 💕

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I feel like Cruel Intentions Lexa often sits down and then remembers her wife is both an ass woman and a biter. And it is both annoying and endearingly arousing. CI!Clarke just has to bite what's hers and that's that 💁‍♀️🍑💞

It's actually quite a problem when they first started dating. Especially at work.

Because every time she goes to sit in her chic but not overly comfortable office chair she has to swallow a hiss at the burn. At the tantalizing ache that snaps through her from the more tender spots where Clarke had gotten a little overzealous, a little possessive and greedy in their lovemaking.

Because when they're not fucking like sweaty depraved animals, that little rascally vagabond she calls a girlfriend can actually be deceptively sensual. She likes coaxing Lexa on to her stomach so she can kiss swirling lines up and down and her spine. Likes running her lips her over the dimples that sit at the base of Lexa's back, sweeping her palms over the cleft of Lexa's ass, nibbling bites along her hips as she strokes lazy circles around Lexa's clit from behind.

It's not that Clarke can't be ruthless because she can and she does, but the times that Lexa finds herself the most marked up, the most unable to sit still, shifting from one side to the next in her mid morning meeting, are the times when she's at Clarke's mercy in an entirely different way. When soft lips give way to the faint scrape of teeth. When Clarke takes lovebites just a little too far. When she bites down and holds on just to feel the muscles beneath her teeth clench, just hear Lexa moan at the thought that she'll feel it tomorrow. Just to watch her writhe against the fingers working between her thighs as she ruts helplessly against their sweat soaked mattress