A/N: I wasn't going to upload just yet, I was going to make you guys wait for it, just like Lexa and Clarke, but turns out that I will be away for a couple days and I didn't want to make you wait that long.

5.
Come Wednesday and Lexa is sporting a slight headache, but nothing a couple aspirins can't fix. She's going through a contract vital to the upcoming merger when Indra enters her office.

"I'm going for lunch, I will be back within the hour." Lexa nods her thanks for the heads up and approval with one incline of her head and then looks to the clock on her wall. It's twelve, it's lunch time. She doesn't think long before grabbing her phone from her desk and stuffing it in her pocket. She gets up from behind her desk, pulls her coat from the rack and walks swiftly to the elevator. She has a goal and she is nothing if not determined.

Once outside she takes out her phone again, dialling the first number on her speed dial. Three rings and the call is answered.

"Lexa?" Clarke's voice sounds a mix between surprised and worried.

"Are you at the gallery?"

"Yes." Her voice is hesitant now.

"Good, that is a ten minute walk. Are you alone, Clarke?"

"Yes, I am. Lexa, what's going on?"

"I have a forty-five minute lunch break. It's a ten minute walk from my building to your gallery. That gives us twenty-five minutes. I presume that is enough time to go hard and fast." Clarke is silent for a moment, but Lexa can hear the sharp intake of breath before she replies.

"Walk fast."

–

Lexa arrives at the gallery in eight minutes and thirty-nine seconds. (Not that she counted.) The gallery is a beautiful two-story space with a balcony from the second floor looking out over the first. She steps inside and locks the door behind her as she looks around for any sign of Clarke. She's not on the first floor, so Lexa takes the stairs to the second. There are papers scattered across the floor, paintings line the wall, most aren't even hung yet. She knows Clarke will doubt until the last moment about the position of each painting.

She sees movement to her right and turns around to face Clarke stalking toward her. Lexa smiles at her, Clarke smiles back and when they are close enough Lexa presses Clarke against the wall. She takes Clarke's face in both her hands and kisses her hard and deep, the blonde moans into the kiss as her arms wrap around Lexa's neck. Lexa pulls back and releases Clarke's face to take off the ring on the middle finger of her right hand. She holds it out for Clarke who looks at it questioningly.

"Hold this." Is all Lexa says and Clarke takes it, pushing it around her own finger as the question remains in her eyes. Lexa doesn't answer, just unbuttons Clarke's jeans, tears down the zipper and pushes her hand inside the fabric of Clarke's red panties.

(She whimpers at the sight, desperately wanting to take her time and find out if Clarke's bra matches. The thought makes her clit ache.)

Clarke gasps as she feels Lexa run her fingers through her folds so suddenly, Lexa moans as she feels the wetness already gathered there. She pushes her body closer to Clarke's, her lips on Clarke's neck and Clarke wraps her arms around Lexa's neck again. Then, without warning, Lexa pushes three fingers deep inside Clarke and her body tenses, then relaxes as she moans.

Lexa is knuckle deep, pumping in and out and Clarke is clawing at her back, moaning with every thrust.

(She wonders why they have never done hard and fast like this before.)

Lexa is kissing, nipping, licking Clarke's neck, her jaw, her earlobe; her fingers move fast and deep, hitting just the right spots every single time. Lexa's body is moving against Clarke's and Clarke is trying hard to meet her thrusts and keep her legs steady.

It's six days of pent up sexual frustration and almost orgasms and Lexa fucking her so hard right now that makes her walls clench around Lexa's fingers within minutes. She drapes her leg across Lexa's waist and Lexa moves her left hand from the wall to hold it against her. She can feel Lexa's fingers going in and out of her, she can feel Lexa's thumb on her clit, circling it, pressing against it, she can feel Lexa's tongue on her pulse point and she can feel herself getting so, so close when there's a knock on the window downstairs.

Clarke's eyes fly open and Lexa stills within her.

"No." Clarke growls, moving her hand from Lexa's shoulder to the hand inside her panties, coaxing it to continue. She's throbbing, she's so close, just a little more. Lexa looks past her, past the wall that she has Clarke pinned against, and sees Abby through the window, checking her watch and looking around.

"It's your mother."

"I'm so close, baby." Clarke whines. "So fucking close." Lexa looks from the woman outside to the woman in front of her and Clarke's eyes are wide and dark with arousal, she's biting her bottom lip and panting and she can feel Clarke's hand moving against her own trying to make her fingers move deeper inside her. She kisses her, tongues finding each other as if they're long lost lovers. She decides to keep going, Clarke is so close, she knows it won't take long. Lexa pulls back, looks back to where Abby is and sees her pulling a key from her coat.

"She has a key?" Lexa whispers and Clarke's head falls back against the wall.

"Fuck." She sighs in defeat, dropping her leg to the ground and pulling Lexa's hand out with her own.

(Abby eyes the two of them a bit surprised when she finds them upstairs, seated on the ground, "listening to music", which is basically their excuse for not having heard her. She buys it though and Lexa leaves and all is well.)

(Clarke comes home late that evening and while she has thought of nothing but Lexa fucking her against that wall, she is too tired to ask her to continue and simply falls asleep the moment Lexa starts rubbing circles against her back. There is a moment before that though, where both of them think they will never be able to have sex again.)

6.
It's been exactly a week since Lexa came home and found Clarke leaning against the counter. It's been exactly a week and Clarke still hasn't had her orgasm and she is going absolutely crazy. And it's ten in the evening right now and Lexa didn't come home for dinner, calling her to say that she would have to work late and Clarke shouldn't even wait up. But it's ten. In the evening. And Clarke is alone, in bed, with a very persistent ache between her legs and a very vivid memory of Lexa the other day playing behind her closed eyelids.

She grips the bed sheets, groaning. She hasn't gotten herself off since she and Lexa got together five years ago; it was never necessary, Lexa was always there to do it for her.

(And Lexa is so much better at it too.)

But it's been a week, it's ten in the evening and she is alone and aching and wet. She moves her hand down her body, slips it between the fabric of her panties and her skin and she can't say she is surprised at the wetness she finds her fingers brushing through.

Without even realizing it, she has grabbed her phone from the nightstand, dialling Lexa's number.

"Hey." She hears and it's enough to send a wave of arousal through her.

"Hey." Her thumb circles her clit, pressing down and with the sound of Lexa breathing in her ear it is not very hard to imagine it is Lexa touching her.

"What are you doing?" Lexa asks.

"I'm lying on your side of the bed, thinking of you." She can hear Lexa swallow, knows it's the combination of the rasp in her voice and the words she used. She allows her fingers to tease her entrance, growing wetter at the thought of Lexa knowing what she's doing.

"You?" She asks, after a moment.

"Just paperwork."

"I want you here." She moans as she dips one finger inside.

"I know." Comes the strangled reply. "But I have to do this tonight, so I don't have to tomorrow and I can spend the entire day with you preparing for your opening." Clarke hums in response, looking forward to seeing Lexa tomorrow, looking forward to stealing a moment together. She pulls her finger out and adds a second as she pushes inside again, a content sigh spilling from her lips.

"Do you want me to hang up?"

"No," Lexa replies quickly. "Not yet."

"Good." She's pumping her fingers inside herself, slowly, gently, building up the already thick tension inside her body. Her thumb keeps pressing on her clit in rhythm with her fingers, her hips rolling on the mattress to add friction.

"What do you want me to do, Clarke?" Lexa asks, her voice deep and while she knows it isn't so, she imagines Lexa touching herself in the stillness of her office.

"Talk to me." She picks up speed, just slightly, after each thrust pulling out a little more than before. She hears Lexa sigh on the other end and she knows it is because the brunette isn't completely comfortable with this.

(Not with Clarke fucking herself while talking to Lexa, God no, that she is completely comfortable with. But her talking Clarke through it. Not that she doesn't want to, because she would do anything Clarke asks of her, but simply because she is not used to it and utterly convinced she is not good at it.)

"How many?" Lexa asks, voice even deeper than before, Clarke moans at the sound.

"Two."

"Not three?" She is certain there's a smirk on Lexa's face, but she lets it go for the time being.

"You can use three tomorrow."

"I will." Clarke moans again, the promise reminding her of the day before. She keeps her pace as she waits for Lexa to continue.

"I've got two fingers inside of you, slowly pushing in and pulling out."

"Yes."

"My lips on your neck, kissing you there, tongue licking." Clarke moans. Lexa gasps. She closes her eyes, pushes aside her own doubts and focusing on what Clarke wants, what Clarke needs.

"Do you want my tongue on you, Clarke?"

"Yes."

"I'm moving down your body. Kissing your breasts first, my tongue swiping over your nipples." Lexa waits a moment, listening to the sounds Clarke is making. She's biting her lip as she picks up her pace, thrusting in harder, deeper, each time, but slowly pulling out. She can practically feel Lexa's lips on her, it's driving her insane and she needs more.

"Lexa."

"Yes?"

"Don't stop."

"I won't." She takes a deep breath, Clarke does too. "I'm licking your bellybutton now. It reminds me of that time we did body shots and I ended up licking tequila off every inch of you." Clarke remembers too, and her body does too as her hips jerk forward and she clenches her thighs together. She moans. But then she realizes she can't hear Lexa's breathing anymore and she opens her eyes to look at her phone. The screen is black. She pushes every possible button, but it remains black.

"Fuck. No, no, no, fuck." She mutters, as she scrambles off the bed looking for her charger. She finds it after a minute or two and plugs it in instantly. Clarke is staring at her phone hopefully but the screen doesn't immediately light up and when it does it shows her an empty battery with a small red bar and lightning bolt and she knows this will take a while. She sighs, gets back under the covers and decides to sleep it off. She doesn't want to do this without Lexa anyway.

(Miles away Lexa spends half an hour checking her phone every five minutes hoping Clarke will call her back. But she doesn't and she decides to focus on her paperwork again so she can finish up and go home.)

(It's one o'clock when she crawls in behind Clarke and pulls her close.)

7.
It's Friday, nine in the morning and Lexa wakes up alone. It takes her a moment to adjust and take in her surroundings, but when she has stretched her limbs she leaves the bed and slowly walks over to the living room. She immediately spots the note left on the kitchen counter and Clarke's curly scrawl is so unmistakably hers.

"My love,

I am sorry I didn't wake you this morning, but you looked so beautiful and at peace, I decided to let you sleep. I'm at the gallery setting up. Get dressed and get over here, I miss you.

Love, Clarke."

Lexa smiles to herself and immediately makes her way back to their bedroom where she grabs a towel from the closet before moving to the bathroom for a quick shower.

–

She is at the gallery an hour later, dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt and her curls hanging loose around her face. When Clarke sees her enter from her spot at the second floor balcony there is a moment in which the blonde just stares at her and she feels like she is being undressed.

(It is not a necessarily unwelcome feeling, it is actually a very welcome feeling, it is just that Clarke is not actually working on undressing her and she kind of really wishes she were.)

Clarke shakes out of it when Octavia clears her throat behind her and she settles for just smiling at her girlfriend who smiles back and takes the stairs two at a time. When she reaches the second floor, Clarke meets her halfway and they wrap their arms around each other with an ease coming from years of reaching out for each other. They kiss, sweet pecks and nips at each other's lips at first, but they soon forget their surroundings and their bodies melt into each other as their tongues meet.

They kiss as if they haven't seen each other in years, in reality it's just eight days of trying to complete a proper fuck that has them all worked up.

Octavia clears her throat again, desperately trying to get them to stop. She sighs in relief when they finally seem to notice her and break apart.

"My God, what is up with you two lately?"

"We haven't had proper sex in eight days." Clarke's tone is dry and she is looking Octavia straight in the eye and the other girl thinks she's joking but then she realizes no one is laughing and her eyes go wide.

–

Clarke spends most of the day bossing people around, telling them where to hang which painting or drawing, and Lexa is amazed at how kind Clarke remains while doing it. She hangs up the occasional painting, moves a couple of chairs and tables here and there, but mostly she is watching Clarke and not even being shy about it.

(Clarke points her out on it three times, kindly asking her to "stop staring and get working." Lexa makes an attempt the first two times, but after the third she just says that she "only came to stare, really," and Clarke lets it go.)

(She secretely likes Lexa's eyes following her around, because she knows the other woman well enough to guess at some of the thoughts running through her mind while she does it.)

–

"Octavia, you have to do this for me. This is the last thing I'll ask of you in forever and if you do it, I promise I will side with you during every Blake argument for the coming three months."

"Six months and you're buying me dinner."

"Deal!" Clarke's smile seems to light up the room and Octavia shakes her head.

"What do you need the extra time for anyway? You don't need two hours to get dressed." Clarke glances down at Lexa conversing with Lincoln and Octavia instantly regrets she asked. She rolls her eyes and Clarke sees her do it from the corner of her own.

"What?"

"You can't even go eight days without? And what even, I thought you two were getting it on last Tuesday?"

"Oh, we were. But you don't understand, O. Every time, every goddamn time, I am so fucking close and then we get interrupted and I am about to explode. I need to just..." She trails off as she glances to Lexa again and Octavia has heard enough.

"I get it, I get it! Just go." Clarke leaves Octavia with a quick kiss on the cheek and practically sprints down the stairs. She wraps her arm around Lexa's waist when she reaches her and leans down to whisper in her ear.

"We're leaving." Lexa turns to look at Clarke, lips set in a grin.

"We are?"

"Yes." Lexa is still looking at her somewhat confused and Clarke leans in to whisper again.

"We have two hours before we need to be back here. With getting showered and dressed and walking home and back here again, we'll have one hour to do whatever we want." Her voice drops dangerously low and if Lexa wasn't a little wet before, she definitely is now.

"If we shower together we'll have even longer."

"I like the way you think." Clarke grins again as Lexa grabs her hand and very nearly drags her out of the building.

–

They collapse on the bed half-naked, clothes left in a trail from the door to the foot of the bed. Lexa is still wearing her jeans; Clarke's outfit has been reduced to only her matching black set of lingerie and it's making Lexa's mouth water.

Clarke's hands are on Lexa's ass, squeezing and rolling her hips up in an attempt to get her as close as possible. One of Lexa's legs is between hers and her thigh is pressed against her center and she is trying her hardest to create some kind of friction as Lexa's lips and tongue caress the flesh of her breast while her right hand plays with the other one. Suddenly, she wriggles her hand between Clarke's back and the bed and undoes the clasp of her bra. She slides one strap down Clarke's arm with her hand and the other with her teeth and Clarke moans as she pulls Lexa impossibly closer.

Lexa returns her attention to Clarke's now bare breasts and Clarke is still rolling her hips against Lexa when she growls.

"You're taking your time." Lexa grins against Clarke's skin, abandoning her breast and licking up her chest and across her neck. She nibs Clarke's earlobe as she leans in.

"We have time, Clarke."

"Take your time later." Clarke demands and Lexa moves to capture Clarke's lips in an open-mouthed kiss that makes the blonde moan through it. Their tongues touch in a desperate show of dominance as Lexa rolls a nipple between her fingers. Clarke moves her hands up Lexa's body and tangles them in her curls, pulling her head back to look at her.

"Fuck me now." Lexa grins as she leans down to kiss Clarke again, slower this time but with the same passion bleeding through. She moves her hand down between their bodies, inside Clarke's panties and then languidly and purposefully runs her fingers through wet folds. Clarke moans; her back arches of the bed and her head falls back, eyes closed and mouth open. Lexa watches her as she wets her fingers on Clarke, teases a few seconds longer and then pushes two fingers deep inside.

"As you wish." Clarke's moan is long and loud and her hands grip Lexa's curls tightly as she hooks a leg around Lexa's waist, pushing her body closer. Lexa's rhythm inside her is steady and fast and she's sighing contently in between moans and murmurs of oh my god. Lexa's thumb is working her clit in a combination of lazy circles and light pressure and it's the contrast of fast and slow that makes her see stars. She swallows a moan as she opens her eyes to look at Lexa who is still watching her.

"I don't care if the world comes crashing down around us," she pauses as a moan rips from her throat, "you don't stop."

Lexa doesn't. She increases her speed, pushing deep inside Clarke and then she pulls back completely. Clarke is about to whimper at the loss, but Lexa returns with a third finger pumping in and out and Clarke is reminded of their moment on Wednesday against the wall in the gallery. Her right hand untangles from Lexa's curls and moves to her back, clawing at the skin of her shoulder blades in a desperate search for something to hold on to. Lexa never falters, just picks up speed as she goes and sucks on Clarke's neck. She curls her fingers inside Clarke at the end of every thrust and Clarke's hips roll up to meet all of them. She tugs at the curls between her fingers and pulls Lexa's head up and they both close their eyes again when their lips meet in a soft kiss.

Clarke is getting close – and there is a split second in which her subconscious expects a knock on the door or her phone to ring – and Lexa feels it as Clarke's walls clench around her fingers and her moans grow louder with every thrust. They break apart, eyes still closed, and Clarke is panting against her lips and her nails are scratching over her back and she can't help a small moan of her own as she rests her forehead against Clarke's.

She's pushing in, curling her fingers and pulling back and then pushing in, curling her fingers and pulling back over and over again and Clarke is panting and moaning Lexa's name and she bites her bottom lip as she moves her fingers faster, moving her hips against Clarke as she pushes in harder, deeper.

And then Clarke shudders around her, back arching off the bed again, fingers clenching brown curls and digging into sun kissed skin as a loud moan fills the room and her hips keep pushing up against Lexa's still moving fingers to prolong the absolutely delicious feeling of her orgasm.

It takes her a while to calm down and relax back against the bed and while Lexa's fingers stop moving within her, she doesn't pull back as she collapses on top of her, burying her head in the crook of Clarke's neck. Both are panting and Lexa is placing feather light kisses along Clarke's skin as Clarke rubs soft circles over the length of her back. They remain unmoving for a long moment, completely content in each other's embrace.

"Is it bad," Clarke breathes, "that I am slightly disappointed we won't need our back-up plan now?" She feels, rather than hears, Lexa chuckle against her skin and the brunette pushes herself up to look at Clarke.

"It was a rather good back-up plan." She nods and Clarke hums.

"Tell me about it again." Lexa pulls her fingers out from Clarke, licks them clean and then brushes strands of blonde hair from Clarke's face, playing with the ends.

"Wednesday, we'll clear our entire schedules and turn off our phones. No meetings, no clients, no interruptions." Clarke smiles, reaching up for a soft kiss.

"We'll sleep in, have breakfast, but it will probably be lunch by the time we're awake."

"Brunch." Clarke provides.

"Brunch." Lexa agrees with a kiss. "We'll have brunch and then I'll carry you over to the couch and I'll fuck you there like I was supposed to last Tuesday." She reaches down to kiss Clarke again, feels her tongue brush her lips before the blonde pulls back.

"Go on."

"You can cook dinner and I'll fuck you against the counter and then after dinner, I'll clean up the table so I can throw you on it and fuck you there too." Clarke moans and Lexa takes it as a sign to continue.

"We should probably go for a shower after that, but I don't make any promises that I won't take you against the wall on our way there. I can, however, promise that I will absolutely ravage you in the shower. And then, when we're comfortably settled in bed again, I'll make love to you." Clarke is staring at her, eyes wide and dark, breath laboured. She pulls Lexa down for a long, deep kiss and they both moan into it.

"You should say these things to me on the phone sometime." She says when she pulls back and Lexa blushes a soft pink. Clarke laughs and pulls her down again to kiss it away and then flips them over, straddling Lexa's hips with a grin.

(Just as Lexa feels herself getting close, Octavia calls to tell them that their hour is up and they should probably shower and get dressed. Clarke laughs at the absurdity of it, but Lexa groans and curses.)

(During the opening, all their friends can see that Clarke is positively glowing and Lexa is trying her best to hide her grumpiness and the ache between her legs. Clarke isn't helping either, because she keeps winking at her and kissing her just a little too short each time and Lexa decides that she is going to call Indra tomorrow to clear her schedule on Wednesday.)

Fin.

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