Part 2
The next morning came with a feeling of contentment Clarke had never felt before. She was wrapped up in a bubble of warmth that she was reluctant to leave and a smell that was familiar and comforting assaulted her senses. Her eyes fluttered open and she found a thick head of brown hair tickling at her nose.
She squeezed her arm tighter around Lexa's middle and buried her face in those soft brown locks. She sucked in a deep breath, basking in the feeling of Lexa's body against hers. It was only a moment before the brunette stirred and groaned loudly.
Stretching, Lexa twisted until she was facing Clarke and blinking her sleepy eyes open. A smile spread across her face that was so infectious Clarke couldn't help but smile back. "Good morning."
"Morning," Clarke breathed, gaze fluttering over every feature of Lexa's face. She was unable to get enough of the brunette's sleepy, morning look. Lexa stretched more, arching her back off of the bed and causing the sheets to slip off of her and reveal her chest and most of her stomach. The exposed, smooth skin made Clarke's mouth dry and her eyes flitted back up to meet Lexa's when she relaxed and repositioned the blanket more modestly.
The light filtering in through the window made it a lot easier to see the skin Clarke had kissed and touched the night before. It was practically irresistible.
"What?" Clarke narrowed her eyes at a quirked eyebrow and challenging glint in those green eyes.
"Nothing," Lexa smiled again and Clarke swore the butterflies in her stomach would never stop. The intensity of these feelings were already growing at an uncontrollable rate. She should have felt scared - utterly terrified, actually - but she was so happy she could ignore it.
Slim fingers snaked in her hair and Clarke really couldn't find it in her to care about how hard she was falling when her lips met Lexa's. They were soft and Clarke's hand came up to cup Lexa's cheek as she kissed her back. It wasn't a hard kiss, like the ones they'd shared the night before. No, this was a sweet and chaste kiss - a kiss that meant more than just the enjoyable night they had spent together.
Lexa pulled away first, settling back into the pillows. "I don't want to get up." Her voice was a whisper, as if she didn't want to pop the blissful bubble they had woken up in.
Clarke leaned down and pressed her forehead to Lexa's, shifting her body so she could hover over her. Lexa spread her legs so the blonde could settle more comfortably on top of her. "We don't have to for the rest of the day."
The brunette's fingers stayed buried in blonde tresses, enjoying the soft feeling there. She pulled Clarke back down, kissing her again much more insistently. Her tongue begged Clarke for entrance and her body arched into calloused fingers as they traced over her skin.
Clarke's hands began exploring the smooth expanse of Lexa's skin, aching to feel the brunette writhe beneath her. Memories of the night before flashed through her head, making it so much easier to lose herself in the feeling of the other woman. Lexa's strong legs looped around her waist and Clarke's fingers teasingly traced the outline of toned thighs.
"Don't we need to meet your friends?" Lexa gasped, yanking herself out of the kiss but unable to draw Clarke's attention. Tender lips trailed down her neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake before tracing back upward with more fever. Lexa groaned as Clarke introduced her teeth, leaving red marks in her wake.
She pulled away and pressed her forehead to Lexa's. "We don't have to."
"But you should."
Clarke wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes, "They're just going to tease me."
"Fine, how about I make us pancakes?" Lexa breathed, pulling Clarke closer once again and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. She just couldn't get enough, it was an addiction - Clarke's sinful lips.
As if to completely ruin their morning bliss, Clarke's phone blared from the bedside table. Blue met green for a split second before Clarke reached over and grabbed it, though unwilling to move from above Lexa. She settled back down, resting on one elbow and making nonsensical patterns with her other hand on Lexa's skin as she slid the answer key on her phone.
"Hello, Raven."
"Hey, bitch. How are you and the lovely girl toy you managed to lay?"
"Lexa and I are fine, Raven." Clarke huffed and switched the phone to her other hand and rested her head on Lexa's chest. The brunette kept silent, shutting her eyes and softly running her fingers through Clarke's hair. She was content to listen to Clarke rasp her responses to her friend if it meant that they could stay like that for a little while longer. Her body was still blissfully warm and relaxed, this was the first time in a long time she felt as though she could be lazy in bed all day.
"Fine, we'll be there in about half an hour...I love you too. Bye." Clarke hung up and twisted around so she could look up at Lexa. "Breakfast is still on."
"I thought we were staying in bed all day?" Lexa quirked an eyebrow again, she could fall back to sleep if the blonde would settle down.
"You don't have to come with me, you know. I know this isn't...really, a thing. We don't know each other," Clarke bit her lip, oblivious to the thoughts running through Lexa's brain.
The brunette rolled her eyes, "I think you're cute, you think I'm cute. There isn't much to think about, Clarke." She slipped her arms around Clarke's waist before shifting her weight and flipping the blonde onto her back. Lexa brought their faces so close she could see the peppering of freckles on Clarke's face and the black flecks in blue eyes.
Clarke stayed where she was, waiting for Lexa to make the first move. But when she only teasingly brushed their lips together and abruptly pulled her comfortable weight away, Clarke was left wanting. "Your friends are waiting."
The blonde groaned and watched Lexa move. She was completely naked and the curve of her back and the smooth movements of her muscles made Clarke's fingers itch to trace over the contours and immortalize her figure on paper. Her skin glowed in the low morning light seeping in through the window and her hair was shining with honey tones and natural highlights.
"They're going to tell embarrassing stories." Clarke whined and watched as Lexa strapped on her bra and pulled on a pair of underwear. It saddened her that, slowly but surely, the vision before her was being covered up by stupid clothing. She hated the tank top that Lexa threw on and even more so the shorts that hugged her ass so incredibly well.
"You could just tell me the stories before they do, I bet it would be less embarrassing." Lexa waggled her eyebrows over her shoulder before running a hand through her messy bedhead. She looked at herself in the mirror before going to her closet and picking out a hat from the extensive collection on the inside of the door.
Clarke huffed and buried her face in the pillow, sucking in a deep breath that smelled uniquely of Lexa to calm herself. She sat up in bed and stretched, satisfied with the popping noises her back made. "Do you want to know about how my family found out I was gay?"
"Of course," Lexa turned and placed her hands on her hips, "But after you get ready. We have to meet your friends." Then she was exiting the room and Clarke was left alone.
Without anything to distract her, Clarke decided that the only thing left to do was actually get up. She rolled out of bed and found her bathing suit bottoms amongst her discarded clothes from the night before. She pulled them, along with her shorts on before pulling her borrowed shirt over her head. Her top had gotten caught on the door handle and she tied it quickly. Without a second thought she went over to Lexa's wardrobe and withdrew a t-shirt she thought would fit.
When she walked out into the hallway and navigated her way through the unfamiliar apartment, she found Lexa in the hallway bathroom brushing her teeth. Their eyes met in the mirror and Lexa raised a curious eyebrow, eyes roaming over Clarke's attire. It was one of the various band t-shirts she had, the Sempiternal album cover by Bring Me The Horizon. She had to admit, it looked better on Clarke than it ever had on her.
"I thought it would be better," Clarke shrugged and bit her lip, feeling blood rush to her face. "I can change if you don't like it."
Lexa rinsed her mouth before turning and shaking her head vehemently. She grabbed a hand towel and wiped her mouth before speaking, "No, it's totally fine. If you want you can borrow more of my clothes, I know you probably won't want to, but your bathing suit is probably nasty from the ocean."
Clarke accepted Lexa's offer and changed into a pair of Lexa's sweatpants and was even allowed to borrow a pair of her boy shorts, though they hugged tightly over her hips because Lexa's were so narrow. It was a much more comfortable outfit than the one she had been in before.
"I called an Uber," Lexa said as Clarke exited the bathroom after making herself look somewhat presentable. Lexa thought she looked stunning, fresh-faced and well-rested but she bit her tongue as they exited the apartment. "So did you want to tell me about how your parents found out about you?"
Clarke laughed at the memory, "Yeah. I was about...I don't know, sixteen. My mom was always working and my dad always went out with my Uncle Marcus and his friend Thelonius on Fridays. I invited this girl over and...well, you know," she gestured vaguely as they entered the elevator.
"You two were having sex?"
The blonde blushed and the pink tinge of her cheeks made Lexa smile at her awkwardness. "Yeah, we were. My mom got off from the hospital early, how that happened I'll never know, but I was a little too busy to hear the front door and the girl I was with was a little too busy to notice. My mom caught me in between her legs and...well, she was livid." Clarke chuckled more at the memories.
"She wasn't okay with it?" Lexa frowned.
"Oh, no she was!" Clarke amended quickly. "She was just pissed that she had to find out while I was naked with another girl. I was grounded for about a year."
Lexa laughed, "That would be embarrassing. My parents weren't all that accepting so I hid most of my relationships until I moved out. After that, they got divorced and I don't really have a good relationship with either of them. They know I've been with girls, I've just never taken them home and neither of them mention it if I do come around."
Lexa may have stated it matter-of-factly and without much emotion on her face, but Clarke could see right through it. Those eyes weren't capable of lying, they were practically translucent and it made it easier for Clarke to understand that the subject was a sore one.
"Well, it's a good thing I'm not good with parents." Clarke reached out and squeezed Lexa's forearm reassuringly while giving her a soft smile.
The brunette couldn't help but smile back. She grabbed Clarke's hand before it fully retreated from her arm and intertwined their fingers. "Thanks."
"No problem," Clarke smiled back and had to resist the urge to kiss the woman before her as the elevator dinged and the door opened.
They started up a conversation easily enough and it never seemed to end. It was easy to find topics to discuss considering they didn't know each other at all. Clarke had entertaining recollections about Raven and Octavia and their antics together. Lexa had stories about college and Anya and how stupid she got when she was were embarrassing stories and stories that had them both laughing until tears fell from their eyes.
It was fun and there were no expectations from either of them. Clarke would lean in close and brush her fingers over Lexa's leg or arm just to touch her as they laughed. They both sat close, as if unable to keep their distance from each other. Their surroundings seemed to fade away as Clarke got lost in Lexa's eyes while Lexa got lost in Clarke's eager hand movements.
In what felt like a matter of minutes, they had arrived at Clarke's hotel. They were so deep into each other that the driver had to get their attention by turning off the radio and trying to politely interrupt them.
"Oh! We're here!" Clarke grinned and moved to get out of the car.
Lexa laughed, "It seems we are." she turned her attention to the driver. "Thank you, how much do I owe you?"
"Hey, I've got this," Clarke interrupting, trying to push Lexa's wallet away.
"No, I insist," Lexa grinned, returning her attention to Clarke and unable to keep the smile off of her face at the pout she found there. Her eyes drifted back to that pout and she leaned in when Clarke opened her mouth to protest again. Their lips met in a short, hard kiss before Lexa pulled away again and extended her debit card to the driver while Clarke sat dumbstruck. He was staring at them with wide eyes. "Charge this, please."
Once their ride was paid for, the couple exited and walked towards the hotel. There was a tension between them that Lexa felt deep in her belly, as if at any moment one of them would jump the others bones in the middle of the busy hotel lobby.
Clarke must have been following her train of thought because once they reached a secluded corner, she yanked Lexa into an alcove and pressed her against the wall. "You asshole," she breathed before pressing their lips together. Clarke's fingers tangled in Lexa's hair and their bodies slotted together with Lexa's pinned against the wall.
Their hands wandered as Lexa coaxed Clarke's mouth open with her tongue to deepen the kiss. Clarke felt hot coals settle into her lower belly as Lexa's fingertips grazed over her hips, squeezing them and pulling their bodies tighter together.
Lexa kissed her with a ferocity Clarke wasn't familiar with. It was as if she couldn't get enough, as if kissing Clarke was the sole reason she existed. It made Clarke's heart flutter uncertainly in her chest and heat rush to her cheeks. She pulled away, but didn't go far. Their noses brushed as their chests rose and fell quickly from lack of oxygen.
Lexa's forehead fell against Clarke's as those baby blues remained closed. She drank in the sight of flushed cheeks and a slight smile she wasn't even sure if Clarke knew she was sporting. This woman was so beautiful it made Lexa's heart ache. She brushed a strand of blonde hair behind Clarke's ear and smiled when her eyes fluttered open.
They stared for a moment before Clarke spoke, "You keep looking at me like that."
"Like what?" Lexa raised an eyebrow and tried to schooled her features.
"Like...I don't know, but I like it. Your eyes light up and you have this little smile," Clarke grinned and brushed her thumb over said smile before pressing a kiss to it softly. "I like it a lot."
"Good," Lexa's smile grew. "We should get to breakfast."
They tried to collect themselves and instinctively linked fingers as they walked through the threshold of the breakfast buffet. The action didn't go unnoticed by Octavia and Raven who were vigilantly watching the entrance and waiting for their friend's arrival. They shared a glance, Raven with a raised eyebrow and Octavia with a confused frown.
"They look like they're dating," Raven leaned across the table to speak to her girlfriend while watching Clarke approach them with a stranger trailing behind. The woman was dark-probably a Florida thing-with dark hair that fell around her shoulders in waves and a snapback settled backwards on her head. She was thin and regal, though not much taller than Clarke. Her shoulders were slumped awkwardly as Clarke pointed her two friends out and from a distance, Raven noticed her grow more uncomfortable.
"She's cute," Octavia noted.
"She's fucking hot as fuck, O." Raven blurted just before the two lovebirds were in earshot before grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Heeeey, Clarke!"
"Hi," Clarke smiled before gesturing for Lexa to sit. "This is Lexa." She gave Raven a pointed look that read loud and clear as don't make her uncomfortable or really say anything remotely crass.
"Hi, Lexa." Raven extended her hand across the table. "I've heard absolutely nothing about you."
Lexa shook her hand and her eyes darted to Clarke before she smiled just a bit. "You must be Raven."
"I am!" Raven's eyebrows shot up her forehead, "How did you know?"
"Your personality just screams 'I got myself two weeks of detention by spray painting the principal's car'."
"Oh my god!" Octavia squeaked before throwing her head backwards with a hearty laugh. "Clarke told you about that?"
Raven blushed and pulled her hand from Lexa's with a moody grimace. "I hate you." She spat at Clarke, though all in good fun.
With Raven thoroughly embarrassed, the ice was broken and Clarke introduced Lexa to Octavia. The younger girl started speaking with Lexa adamantly about herself, engaging her in conversation almost instantly. They all had yet to get food, but they were so caught up in their conversation that it was hard to stop it long enough to get their food.
Clarke wasn't accustomed to her friends taken with a potential love interest of her's so quickly. Raven got into a conversation with Lexa over cars and some sort of mechanical problem she was having with hers. Then delved deep into journalism with Octavia and the travel she'd done as a writer before. Half of the time, Clarke was left there silently watching the three of them interact.
Lexa seemed to notice that the blonde wasn't as involved and subtly slid her hand over to squeeze her knee while still talking a mile a minute about head gaskets with Raven. It was one of those actions that wasn't selfish and had no motive. It was purely an action of comfort and it showed that Lexa was paying attention to her even if she wasn't.
Clarke had never had someone do that. No matter how many people she'd dated in since she was in high school whether serious or not. Nobody had seemed to read her mind and know exactly what she needed. Lexa just sat there, rubbing her thumb back and forth over Clarke's knee as she laughed at something Octavia was saying. Clarke marveled at the sound, feeling her stomach tighten and drop at its warmth.
"Clarke!" Raven smacked her arm and she jumped, blinking as if caught doing something wrong.
"What?" she squeaked, batting Raven's hand away and shooting her a look.
"Lexa was just wondering if you wanted to get food with her," the brunette nodded her head at Lexa, her eyes wide and shifting between the two of them as if trying to relay a message.
Clarke whirled around to look at Lexa, having been so lost in her own head she didn't know the group had stopped talking and turned all of their attention on her. "You did?"
Lexa smiled softly and nodded, "Yeah."
"And Octavia and I need to discuss your new...friend while you're away. Just to be on the same page," Raven glanced at O before smiling at the two of them. "Leave so we can talk shit."
Lexa rolled her eyes, "I don't think there's going to be much shit to talk about. You like me." She waggled her eyebrows confidently and her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth. It was a silly gesture and made Clarke laugh.
"Trust me, Raven doesn't talk about cars with just anyone. It's hard for most people to keep up with her," Octavia pointed out. "Now go get food. We have to have a meeting."
Clarke pulled Lexa out of her chair by her hand and they headed to the buffet bar. Lexa pulled her close enough that their shoulders bumped with every step and craned her neck towards Clarke. "Is it bad that I kind of just want to leave?"
The blonde grinned, "No. It is a very agreeable desire."
The two of them watched each other for a split second, the tension obviously building between them for most of the day coming to a point. Lexa broke it first, stopping in her tracks between two empty tables and turning directly to Clarke. "I'm sorry if this is too forward, but would you want to go on a date with me?"
"A date? What was yesterday, Lexa?" Clarke chuckled, though her chest bubbled with happiness and she felt as though she could float away at any moment.
"Yesterday was nice...but it wasn't a date. I want to take you out and show you Daytona. I want to wine and dine you into my bed again, not get drunk and make rash decisions, Clarke." Lexa squeezed both of Clarke's hands in hers and sincerity shone brightly in her eyes. She was eager and open about her feelings, a completely new experience for Clarke.
She didn't know how to respond, her mouth fell open but no noise came out. Finally she managed to make a strangled groan to escape before she pulled Lexa close. She forgot about their surroundings, her friends and really everything else. Her world honed in on Lexa's lips and body.
The kiss was intense, hard and filled with a feeling Clarke couldn't put into words. She wasn't very adept with them anyway and found physical means of explanation the best. Her arms wrapped around Lexa's waist as the brunette stood shocked for a moment before responding with just as much intensity.
Before anyone could deepen the kiss, Lexa pulled away. Her eyelids were hooded and she looked a little dazed. She looked between Clarke's lips and eyes indecisively before remembering they were in public. "What was that for?"
"Um," Clarke breathed, face as red as a tomato. "Just...yeah, I'll go on a date with you."
Lexa blinked rapidly to recover and nodded, an involuntary smile spreading across her lips. It was difficult to express how happy she was in that moment. "Good. Hungry?"
"So what do you think, babe?" Raven rested her chin on her open palm once she turned to her girlfriend and the two love struck dorks were gone.
"She's fucking amazing," Octavia was watching Lexa walk away, "If I wasn't with you and she wasn't with Clarke, I would go after her myself."
Raven gasped and Octavia seemed to realize what she had said and blinked. "I mean I love you," she leaned over and pressed a kiss to Raven's lips lightly.
"Whatever, what do you think of her with Clarke though?"
"I think they're cute."
"Yeah...but…" Raven prompted, gesturing for Octavia to continue.
"She lives in Florida...we live in Indiana...I don't think they've thought that far ahead. They seem to like each other, a lot. I just don't want Clarke to get hurt once we leave."
Raven turned her attention to the couple heading towards the buffet. They were holding hands, almost as if they had been doing it for years it was so easy. Raven had never seen her best friend do this. Normally she was cautious and careful when it came to potential love interests, she liked to keep herself guarded and safe. But there she was, pressed tightly to Lexa who was giving her these looks that screamed love as if they've been dating forever.
"I have this feeling…" Raven mused.
Octavia raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay? Maybe its gas."
"No, stupid," Raven slapped her arm and received a glare. "I mean babe." she amended quickly. "About Clarke and Lexa...they just look...right, like they fit." She slipped her hand over Octavia's thigh and pulled her chair closer. "Kind of like us," she grinned and met Octavia's lips with her own softly.
"Then it's decided," Octavia breathed once they separated, "we support it so long as Lexa doesn't hurt Clarke."
"Right."
The rest of the morning was uneventful. Clarke and Lexa managed to keep their hands off of each other and Octavia and Raven fell a little more in love with Lexa with every passing second. The breakfast was delicious and once it was finished all four of them were stuffed and a little sleepy.
"So are you guys going to go to the fairgrounds tonight?" Octavia asked, she had a sneaky suspicious they would be too preoccupied with each other to even listen to the music. They had paid for breakfast-Lexa insisting on paying for Clarke-and were wandering into the lobby. Either they could go up to the girls' shared room, or part ways. Raven really wanted to get Clarke talking about her night with Lexa.
"Actually," Clarke started, the two of them sharing a grin before she continued, "we're going on a date tonight."
"Oh," Raven leaned forward. "Is that so?"
"Yes, Raven."
"Well then, more music for me and O."
"What Raven means, is that we're happy for you. Have fun." Octavia smiled at them.
"Thanks, but actually," Lexa's eyes met Clarke's and it was like Octavia and Raven didn't exist. "While we were eating my co-worker Lincoln asked me to bring him some radio stuff I have stored at my place, I was wondering if I could pick you up later tonight?" She bit her lip and bounced on the balls of her feet nervously.
"That's fine," Clarke grinned. "What time could you be back? I should probably change out of these clothes anyway," she pulled at the sweatpants she was wearing.
"I'll pick you up at four? Out front?"
"Sure, just text me."
"Alright," Lexa leaned in and pressed a kiss to Clarke's cheek. "Until then," she turned to Raven and Octavia and saluted them. "Nice to meet you two."
Then she was turning on her heels and walking away with a skip to her step that didn't go unnoticed by Octavia. Clarke was still blushing and looking completely star struck.
"Babe," Raven snapped at Clarke in concern. "Does she even have your number?"
Clarke's eyes widened and she turned, running to catch up to the brunette. "Shit! Lexa!"
"So you're wearing her clothes, I see." Octavia pointed out once they got upstairs.
The room was exactly as Clarke had left it the day before. But she did think she noticed that her sheets were more rumpled than before, unless she was just imagining it. She pushed the thoughts of Octavia and Raven actually doing nasty things in her bed and turned to her suitcase, scooping it up and tossing it onto the mattress.
"It doesn't matter," Clarke breathed and ran a hand through her hair. As she thought about her date, she began to freak out. It had been almost six months since she'd gone on one and she wasn't sure if she'd brought clothes that meant date. "I need help finding some clothes."
Raven and Octavia exchanged a look. "Do you even know where you're going?" Octavia asked.
"No," Clarke huffed. "This was kind of last minute."
"Before you go freaking about your date, tell us about last night." Raven hopped onto Clarke's bed, bouncing in excitement.
Clarke blushed at the memories, "I'm not giving you dirty details."
"You should." Raven waggled her eyebrows. "She has long fingers. Did you notice that Octavia? Did they work well?"
"Oh my god!" Clarke felt her body heat up with embarrassment and she shoved Raven backwards so hard she went rolling up the bed. She turned to Octavia, her only ally in the situation with a pout.
"Don't look at me," Octavia raised her hands innocently. "She says your name funny...with a weird lithe, I bet her tongue does some...mind-blowing things."
Clarke nearly screamed. "Not you too!" She threw her hands in the air and searched for a way out as her two friends honed in on her. Her eyes caught sight of the bathroom door, slightly ajar and she shoved through her two friends. "I'm going to shower, you nasties!"
She slammed the door behind her before either of them could respond and took some settling breaths. Her best friends being dicks wasn't something she needed to focus on. The nerves for her date with Lexa nearly drowned out anything else she could have been feeling.
Clarke stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, taking in her sleepy eyes and disheveled hair. She looked like she was tired and yet felt completely invigorated. She pulled her hair out from the bun on the top of her hair, shaking it loose. Then she stripped and turned on the shower.
Octavia and Raven had calmed down considerably when Clarke opened the bathroom door to let some steam from the shower out. They were sitting in their shared bed watching something on the TV and messing around lazily on their phones.
When Clarke came out in a towel, both of them glanced up and Raven opened her mouth but shut it quickly when Octavia gave her a look. Clarke flashed her a grateful half smile and snatched up some clothes she could wear while getting ready for her date.
She snatched up her phone to check if Lexa had messaged her. An unfamiliar number with an unfamiliar area code lit up her screen.
Hey, its Lexa. Just wanted you to have my number. See you tonight!
Clarke: Hey! I can't wait, see you at four! x
Clarke couldn't help the smile that spread across her face and glanced at her friends who weren't looking at her.
She clutched her phone to her chest and retreated back into the bathroom. She changed before letting her hair out of the towel and running a comb through it.
She stared at herself, blue eyes boring into blue as she wondered what the hell she was going to wear. A bubble of anxiety fluttered in her stomach and Clarke had to suck in a deep breath to keep herself calm. There was no logical reason why she was so nervous, she and Lexa had slept together for God's sake, but there was still something.
It was as if Clarke was hovering just above something big, something so big it could possibly shatter her world and cause mass destruction. It scared her and was a direct associated with Lexa, yet she still felt this overwhelming happiness whenever she thought about the other woman. It was almost as if her brain was trying to implode on her.
She was sending herself mixed signals on how she was feeling and it made her head hurt. Her phone vibrated and drew her out of her thoughts.
Lexa [12:42]: Great, question. Do you like games?
Clarke [12:45]: What kind of games?
Lexa [12:45]: Like videogames?
Clarke [12:46]: I absolutely suck at videogames, but I'm not a sore loser ;)
Lexa [12:47]: Good. I'm getting ready to drive so I'll text you in a bit. See you tonight!
Clarke tried to shake her bad feeling away and put her phone down. Instead of dwelling further, she grabbing her make-up bag from the counter and opening it up. Then she plugged in her blow drier. The best way to distract herself was by making herself look fucking irresistible.
It was three o'clock and their hotel room looked like a tornado had torn through it and then Raven had rigged a bomb to blow up the rest. Clarke couldn't seem to find anything that was right and neither of her friends were really helping. Raven kept saying she looked good in everything and Octavia would read way into every shirt or pair of pants Clarke tried on.
Lexa had just texted saying she was leaving Lincoln's and would be there soon. Clarke was kind of freaking out.
"Did you bring your lucky pair of jeans?"
"What lucky pair of jeans?" Clarke wrinkled her nose at a blouse she'd been scrutinizing in the mirror before yanking it back over her head and tossed it back into her suitcase with the rest of her rumpled clothes.
"The ones that make your ass look good, and normally get you lucky."
"You mean the "Praise Jesus" jeans?" Raven perked up.
"What did you call them?" Octavia questioned, turning her sharp eye on her girlfriend.
"They're the jeans that make all the guys and girls praise Jesus because Clarke's ass looks fine as hell in them." She explained, raising an eyebrow at Octavia, as if daring her to disagree. Raven was slumped over the side of the bed with her phone nearly resting on her face it was so close. She was obsessively playing some new game she'd found in the app store while being absolutely no help to Clarke and Octavia.
Clarke rolled her eyes, "Sadly I did not."
"Fine," Raven tossed her phone on the bed and rolled backwards. She landed awkwardly, doing the laziest roll off of the bed and barely managing to land on her feet. "Wear these," she tossed Clarke a pair of faded blue skinny jeans then glanced over the rest of her limited choices and snatched a red swoop-necked blouse. "And this."
"Why this?" Clarke held the two items, feeling like they were too casual for a date.
"You have more than just your ass, Clarke. You also have nice boobs. That shirt will positively make Lexa's mouth water." Raven gave her the okay symbol with her fingers and bowed. "You're welcome."
Octavia didn't say anything, opting to shrug at Clarke. She knew her girlfriend didn't have the best fashion sense, but in this moment she was right. Raven could be full of surprises sometimes.
Clarke slipped the shirt over her head and shimmied out of her sweatpants. It took a bit of wiggling to get the jeans up, but once they were she could admit they were almost as good as her lucky jeans. These ones were much lighter though, with a worn rip in the right knee. Clarke was thankful she had opted to shave again.
"I say you look good," Octavia conceded after a moment. "You did alright, Rae."
"I am a genius," Raven bowed again and threw herself back on the bed. She took up her original position with her phone and went silent.
Octavia and Clarke exchanged a look at said she's crazy. But didn't dwell on it further. Instead, they piled into the bathroom and focused on making Clarke's hair look perfect.
It was already naturally curly and came down around her shoulders. Octavia insisted on teasing it a bit to make it look a little more messy. Just as she was finishing, Clarke's phone vibrated again.
Lexa [3:45]: I'm in the lobby. Can I come up and get you or do you want to meet me down here? I know I'm early.
Clarke didn't know what to say. The butterflies that had been fluttering around in her stomach since that morning seemed to have gone into a carnivorous frenzy. It felt like her heart was jumping through her throat and her stomach was eating itself alive.
She had never been this incredibly nervous for a first date before. Octavia seemed to read her mind and called over her shoulder, "Raven, call down to the lobby and have them let Lexa up here!"
Since the decision was made for her, Clarke unlocked her phone and sent Lexa a text back.
Clarke [3:50]: You can come up, just ask the desk for our room number.
Lexa [3:53]: Okay, see you in 5 Clarke. :)
Clarke's stomach fluttered and she had to suck in a deep breath to steady her heart beat.
"Clarke, are you okay? I've never seen you this nervous about a date before." Octavia bit her lip. She was sitting on the toilet seat and giving Clarke one of those intense looks that meant this was serious.
"I don't know, O. I just….I really like her." Clarke smoothed her shirt and played with charm on her necklace, giving herself a once over in the mirror.
"I noticed," Octavia smirked, "You can do this. I know you. If you like her, you go for it. But remember," Octavia stood and grabbed Clarke by her shoulders to make sure she was paying attention, "we're leaving on Monday."
Clarke's heart fractured a little. "I know." She did know, but she wasn't sure what she was going to do with that information quite yet. They could stop and pretend like this never happened to avoid the inevitable separation, or they could try to make something work.
"You should talk to her about it." The brunette suggested, squeezing Clarke into a hug. "But not tonight. Tonight, you are going to make her putty in your hands. She won't be able to resist you."
"Thank, Octavia."
A knock came from outside and both women could hear Raven pad to the door and open it. "Clarke! You're hot date is here! Better hurry before I take her first!"
The woman's voice was excited and she spoke fast. It was obvious to Clarke and Octavia that Raven was fawning all over Lexa.
The two girls exited the bathroom to find Lexa stepping into the hotel room and glancing around her new surroundings. Her hair was rolling down her back in waves, ending halfway down her shoulders. She was dressed in a dark blazer and a pair of maroon chinos that compliments Clarke's shirt almost perfectly.
When those searching green eyes found blue it was as if nobody else existed, once again. They only broke gazes to look the other up and down. Lexa's eyes felt like they were burning Clarke's skin everywhere she looked and she couldn't help the hitch in her breath.
"You look…" Lexa seemed to weigh which word she wanted to use, gesturing vaguely with her hands in Clarke's direction, "great. You look great." Lexa cleared her throat, having never been left so speechless.
"You too," Clarke grinned through her blush. A wave of confidence flooded through her at being able to render Lexa speechless.
"Alright, kids," Rave shoved Clarke in the direction of Lexa and shooed them towards the door. "Let's get this show on the road. Be home no later than tomorrow morning and if I find out that you murdered our dear baby Clarke, there will be nobody to protect you from Mama Griffin because Octavia and I will be dead." The two women were shoved out of the door, and into the hallway. "Have fun and don't do anything O and I wouldn't. Love you!"
Clarke bit her lip, "I'm sorry about her."
Lexa laughed as they stood outside of Clarke's hotel room awkwardly. "Don't worry about it, I have a feeling Raven is a bit overdramatic. Though, I will admit, your mom sounds scary."
"She can be. I brought this guy home from college after my first semester, his name was Finn. Well, my mom threatened to poison his food because he mentioned something or other that she didn't like. She's very good at...finding out secrets, I guess."
Lexa smirked and gestured for Clarke to head down the hallway, together they entered the elevator. "Well, I think I'm great with parents, if I'm tooting my own horn and all."
Clarke rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Sure, we'll have to see about that. You did do a great job with Raven and Octavia though, they're probably more into you than I am."
Lexa frowned and clutched at her heart, feigning pain. "Ouch, that hurts my heart, Clarke. I'd hope you were more into me than them, you are going on a date with me."
"We'll have to see about that," those eyebrows rose and something twinkled Clarke's eyes sent a burning hot coal slamming into Lexa's lower stomach. She had to suck in a deep breath to keep her composure. "Speaking of this date, where exactly are we going?"
The two of them had made it down to the lobby and out into the valet where Lexa led Clarke to a black Land Rover. She opened the door for the blonde and gestured for her to get in. "You wanted a taste of Daytona, right?"
"Yes," Clarke lurched upward into her seat and swiveled so she was facing forward.
"Well then," Lexa leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Clarke's cheek, unable to resist as an excited smile spread across the younger girl's face. "I know just the place."
They kept the music down low as they talked. Clarke primarily spoke about the dynamic of her family and growing up as an only child. She had a couple more stories from high school and spoke a bit about Finn, but tried to keep it as brief as possible. Discussing an ex on a first date was not the best idea. Lexa listened and kept her eyes on the road, she commented here and there and provided her own stories as they drove.
It was easy for them to keep up a conversation, it never seemed to die down. Half of the time they both got distracted by a song and turned up the volume. They sang along to several, not really caring whether or not they sounded good. The windows to the Rover were rolled down, the warm Spring air rushing through blonde and brunette tresses and the sun descended slowly as they travelled.
Clarke didn't keep track of where they were going. One second, the smell of the ocean was faint and they were driving down a fairly busy highway with tall trees on either side of the road, blocking their view. A few minutes later, the trees broke apart enough that the burning of the setting sun could be seen on the reflection of the ocean.
Clarke's arm shot out across the center console and she grabbed Lexa's bicep. "Pull over," she blurted. She couldn't help the excitement that bubbled in her chest at the view. There were very few things that put Clarke into an art frenzy, but beautiful sunsets seemed to always be one of them.
Lexa short of jumped at Clarke's sudden outburst, but did as she requested nonetheless. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and she wondered for a split second if she had done something wrong. She combed through her memory of the last couple of minutes for a second, but couldn't come up with anything that said she had done something.
"Is everything okay?" Lexa asked once the Rover was pulled onto the side of the road, almost three-fourths of the way down over the bridge. It was the perfect spot.
Clarke was so caught up in the view she didn't hear the nervousness or vulnerability wobbling Lexa's tone. She yanked her phone out of her pocket and turned her entire body towards the sunset, opening the camera app.
The brunette breathed out a sigh of relief and her head lulled back against the headrest as her heart calmed in her chest. Clarke just wanted to take a picture of the sunset, she realized, thank God.
After a couple of photos were snapped, Clarke returned her attention to Lexa. "Can we talk a walk back up the bridge a bit. This view is so perfect." Clarke's eyes were alight with a fire Lexa had never witnessed before. The pleasure she seemed to get from seeing this sunset was enticing to Lexa.
"Yeah, we can."
After turning of the car, Lexa maneuvered through the passenger seat to come out on the opposite side of the car, away from the road. She didn't want to get hit by a car and this was the best way. The two women walked side by side as they headed backwards. Clarke took several pictures, some of the aimed towards the sky, others the water and then a few more of the opposite end of the bridge, which was cloaked in shadows.
Lexa didn't quite understand what was happening, but as Clarke took her pictures, she didn't really care. It was a treat in itself to see such a beautiful woman so passionate and interested in something.
"What color would you say that is?" Clarke asked once they settled against the cement wall and listened to the cars rush by and the water lap against the bridge below. The breeze was brisk, but the sun still managed to warm their skin.
Lexa turned to where Clarke was point up at the sky. It was so brightly colored with oranges and purples and some pinks that Lexa wasn't exactly sure what Clarke was wanting from her. "I'd say that's pink, Clarke."
Clarke laughed, "You need to expand your vocabulary, Lexa."
Lexa scoffed, "No I don't, Clarke." Her eyes remained trained on the sunset though and she didn't notice the way Clarke smiled fondly at her.
"You do, that's magenta. What about that one?" She gestured to another end of the sky and leaned in closer to Lexa's side. The wind had grown colder as the sun continued its descent. Lexa took one step closer to Clarke until their shoulders pressed tightly together.
Lexa rolled her eyes and intensely gazed at the orange portion. If she was being completely honest, the only words that popped into her mind were gold and fire but that didn't seem to be what Clarke was looking for. Eventually, she gave up though. "I don't know, Clarke. Orange?
Clarke looped her arm through Lexa's just then and tilted her face into the brunette's shoulder with a giggle. "Its marigold, Lexa."
"Well," the brunette turned and glanced down at the blonde who was clinging to her arm loosely. Her hair was set ablaze by the sun and each loose wisp was visible. "I'd call this," she reached around Clarke and ran her fingers through those waves, "golden and I know I'm right about that."
Clarke rolled her eyes to mask the blush on her cheeks and buried her face further in the sleeve of Lexa's shirt. "Whatever, smooth talker."
Lexa chuckled and turned again, disengaging herself from Clarke and making it so they had to face each other. "So what are you going to do with those pictures?" In her shoes, she was just a bit taller than Clarke and had to tilt her head down to look at her. Those blue eyes flickered up and were set on fire like the ocean just below them. Flecks of black and gold danced in the blue so deep that Lexa's breath hitched.
"I plan on painting them," Clarke breathed, her voice having devolved into a whisper at the intensity of Lexa's gaze. She twisted her phone in her hand a little, nerves eating away at her stomach as her eyes traced over the features of Lexa's face. They inescapably were drawn to her lips, slightly parted and dry.
"Clarke," Lexa leaned in closer and brought a hand up to brush over the curve of Clarke's jaw. "you're amazing, you know."
The butterflies in her stomach seemed to frenzy at those words and Clarke surged forward, closing the miniscule distance between them in half a second. Lexa responded instantly, her lips and body melting against Clarke's. They kissed slowly, savoring the feeling after hours of separation. It was a drug, a very dangerous and very exciting drug albeit.
Lexa's lips parted under Clarke's ministrations and she cupped at the blonde's face a little more firmly to ground herself, or else she may have floated away. She had never felt this way before, so blissfully happy, with someone else. When Clarke's tongue probed at her bottom lip and then her teeth bit down lightly, Lexa groaned softly.
A horn blared from somewhere to their left and hey both nearly jumped apart at that, suddenly realizing they were in the middle of a busy bridge. Clarke laughed and Lexa brought a hand to her lip where Clarke had bitten down a bit too hard in her sudden haste.
"Are you alright?" Clarke tried to get a look at the injury but Lexa wouldn't pull her hand away.
It wasn't too hard of a bite, Lexa gathered after probing her lip with her tongue lightly. There was no blood, just tenderness and so she laughed too. "I'm fine, but we should get going."
Clarke's eyebrows furrowed as she ran her finger over Lexa's lower lip, if anything it only looked red. That seemed to be enough for the blonde woman and she nodded. "Alright."
The sun was almost gone now, the sky having gone from bright colors to the dark purples and blues of a disappearing sun. It had only taken moments for it to occur and Clarke wondered, not for the first time, if there was any way to capture the transition without a camera.
Lexa grabbed Clarke's hand and pulled her back to the car.
They arrived at the restaurant less than ten minutes later. It was small and looked a bit dingy, but Clarke gave it the benefit of the doubt. Normally the best places were the most hole-in-the-wall looking ones. This was the type of place that didn't even have a name over the door.
The parking lot was small, illuminated by a single street light overhead. The ocean sat right behind the restaurant, with a boating ramp to the left. As they drew closer to the entrance, Clarke could hear more than see the water lapping at the shore. It was a soft and comforting sound, just before they could hear the din of the restaurant.
"Inside or outside?" Lexa asked just before they made it to the hostess. She leaned in a little closer, already having Clarke's arm crooked in hers as they walked, bumping each other lightly when they moved.
"Mmm, out."
"Good choice," Lexa murmured before requesting a table for two.
Since the sun had descended, the deck was heavily laden with LED lights draped pinned along the ceiling. Small lamps were placed on each table, and when Clarke and Lexa were seated, theirs was no different.
They settled across from each other and both glanced at the heavy blackness that was the ocean. They could see across the bay, the sparkling lights of the city.
"This place is very secluded." Clarke commented as she glanced over her menu.
"I know, Anya showed it to me awhile back. They catch their fish daily, the best thing to get is the fish and chips. At least, that's the only thing I ever get when I come here."
As Clarke glanced over the menu, their waiter came and each placed their drink order. Lexa commented on every food item Clarke pointed out and Clarke was impressed about how much she knew.
Once their orders were placed, they both glanced at each other. Clarke mind wandered back to the night before, everything they had done and everything she had felt. She had thought maybe it had just been a one time thing. A spur of the moment attraction that only lasted while inebriated. But she was definitely wrong.
She hadn't known what to expect from Lexa Woods, but what she found was something so deep it scared her a bit. Lexa was kind and witty, with a shy smile that could light up a room and looks that could capture anyone's attention. Yet, she didn't seem to care or maybe didn't even notice. She was beautiful, and here she was, sitting across from Clarke.
Lexa was thinking along the same lines as they spoke. Clarke knew how to make her laugh, she was a bit loud and a little eccentric, but it delighted Lexa to no end. The blonde was a much rowdier person than Lexa could ever be as she moved her hands and created sound effects whenever she told a story. Her smile was bright and the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed made Lexa want to see her to laugh all of the time.
She was so warm and so open and inviting it made Lexa's stomach clench at the possibility of them continuing. But that was the thing, Clarke was leaving for Indiana...eventually. That didn't leave much time for them to discuss what they wanted, or even figure it out. It was the piano hanging over both of their heads, and they knew it.
But they didn't let that dampen their moods, or at least tried not to. They continued to learn about each other and Lexa was determined to meet Jake Griffin one of these days, if only to taste his amazing chocolate cake.
Clarke wanted to see more of Anya, considering how often Lexa brought her up. There was very little discussion about Lexa's family, Clarke noticed, having had several prompt questions turned around on her. She didn't let it get to her though, opting to ignore it for the time being. It wasn't her place to push on a first date.
Their food came and went until they were both full and lightly sipping at their drinks. Neither of them chose alcohol, considering Lexa was driving, but that didn't stop them from having a good time.
As the night grew darker and the shadows longer, a much louder crowd began taking over the restaurant and Clarke and Lexa took at as their notion it was time to go. They could have sat there all night, getting lost in each other, but that wasn't going to happen.
Lexa insisted on paying, but Clarke bartered her into letting her leave the tip. They left hand in hand once again and Lexa opened the Rover door for Clarke.
"I'm having a great time," Clarke breathed as she settled into her seat. Lexa had yet to close the door because Clarke had sat down facing her, placing her feet on the step into the car.
"Me too," Lexa leaned closer and grinned. "An amazing time, actually. I thought…"
Clarke frowned as Lexa trailed off, "What did you think?"
The brunette frowned and glanced at her feet, "I don't know. I thought this date would botch for some reason. Don't take it the wrong way, I just thought maybe we would only be compatible...sexually, I guess."
Clarke chuckled and sighed in relief. "You're not the only one, Lex."
"Really?"
"Really, I mean, I know you're attractive and I know we had a good time yesterday, but we were both drinking while we were together." Clarke elaborated, pulling Lexa between her legs by the loops of her pants.
Lexa smiled, "I knew you had a great personality and all, but I didn't think you'd be able to make me laugh so much or enjoy the hell out of everything in my life." She brushed a stray wisp of blonde hair away from Clarke's forehead. She got lost in Clarke's eyes again before tracing her gaze down a cute nose, over pink lips and found traces of freckles on high cheeks.
"Did you think I was going to be shallow?" Clarke quirked an eyebrow, but the knowing smirk on her face said she was only teasing.
"No," Lexa breathed, still completely serious, "I just didn't think you'd be this amazing…or make me feel so many things"
"And what do I make you feel, Ms. Woods?" Clarke's arms wrapped around Lexa's shoulders and pulled her closer. They were more alone out here, at a secluded restaurant, in a nearly vacant parking lot.
"You're trying to make me sound cheesy, aren't you?"
"No, I genuinely want to know."
Lexa sucked in a steadying breath, "Well, it's going to sound cheesy. But you make me feel like I can do anything. Like with you by my side, with your support...I could just about leap skyscrapers and fly."
"I make you feel like Superman?" Clarke's voice was laced with a teasing doubt.
"Is that a bad thing?" Lexa grinned.
"No, I'll happily be Lois Lane to your Superman." She played with the baby hairs at the base of Lexa's neck.
Lexa huffed out a small laugh before finally closing the distance between them for another kiss. Clarke was something she was never going to have enough of or get used to. She didn't want to at least. She wanted to know every single part of Clarke and yet still be surprised by her.
She tried to convey how perfect, amazing and inspiring Clarke was to her through that kiss. Lexa traced her fingers reverently over the curve of Clarke's jaw and down the contours of her neck. Clarke's lips parted for her and her fingers slipped underneath the hem of Lexa's shirt.
When their skin made contact, both women flushed, growing hotter by the moment. Clarke pulled back for a moment, their noses brushed and their foreheads remained in contact. "Should we get out of here?"
"I had planned to take you somewhere else...but," Lexa didn't continue her sentence, having completely lost her train of thought while looking at Clarke. All she could think about was kissing her again.
"If you want to take me, you can."
Lexa nearly groaned out loud, having become so shrouded in her sexual desires that all she could think about was taking Clarke right then. But she knew that was not what the blonde had meant and breathed deeply to try to clear her muddled brain. "I want to...but, if you want...we could go back to my place."
"Mmm," Clarke breathed and reconnected her lips with Lexa's for just a moment. "I was hoping you would say that."
They ended up in just about the same position at Lexa's apartment as they had the night before. Their hands seemed to have minds of their own as they ascended in the elevator. Then their lips were unable to disconnect for even a moment at Lexa's front door.
Both of their bodies were hot and nothing seemed capable of cooling them. With every subtle touch and kiss, the heat and fire in Clarke's belly only seemed to grow and throb harder.
"Lexa, open the fucking door, I swear…" she breathed, her fingers tracing over Lexa's hipbone underneath her shirt. She enjoyed the involuntary shivers of Lexa's stomach as her fingers traced over her skin.
Lexa groaned and rested her head against the door to try and steady herself, "If you would stop for five seconds maybe I could focus." she lightly shoved Clarke's hand away and gave her a sideways look.
Clarke raised her hands in surrender, "Alright, alright."
Lexa finally managed to open the door and she slid her keys back into her pocket before turning back to Clarke. She grabbed the blonde by her shirt and pulled her backwards into the darkened apartment. Their lips connected once again as they stumbled down the hallway, unable to get close enough.
Clarke's hands yanked insistently on Lexa's shirt until the brunette finally raised her arms and yanked her lips away with a gasp. The shirt was gone and tossed against the wall, causing a picture frame to tilt precariously.
Calloused hands traced over tensed muscles and smooth, tanned skin. Lexa let out a heavy breath before tangling her fingers back in blonde waves and yanking Clarke closer to reconnect their lips. She bit down roughly on Clarke's lower lip when those hands explored further, and squeezed her ass.
A growl emitted from Clarke's throat and Lexa was pressed hard against the wall. Clarke's hands grabbed at her thighs and lifted until Lexa wrapped her legs around Clarke's hips. Lexa gripped at the back of the blonde's neck to keep herself upright and yanked at her hair hard.
They stopped for a moment, Lexa pinned between Clarke and the wall while Clarke gasped for breath, pressing her forehead to the brunette's sternum. Lexa's chin rested on the top of Clarke's head for a moment as they both tried to collect themselves.
"Is it bad," Lexa broke the silence, "that I want you to stay here forever?" It probably wasn't the right moment to bring it up, but her emotions were running high and she needed something to alleviate the pressure.
"No," Clarke murmured and turned her head, listening to the pounding heartbeat in Lexa's chest. "I'd rather stay here than go back."
Lexa nudged at Clarke's chin until they were looking at each other, and the blonde slowly let Lexa settle back onto her feet. Their bodies never separating but pushing and pulling with every breath. "What would you want to do about it?"
"I don't want this to end when I leave, but…"
"But it would be hard."
"We barely know each other, Lexa."
"But does it matter?" Lexa allowed a small smile to curve her lips. "Just because we've only known each other for a short time doesn't mean what we feel...what I feel is wrong."
"It's intense," Clarke glanced up and the vulnerability was evident in her eyes. It made them seem brighter and bluer than normal, even though her pupils were still blown. There was something behind them though, something that Lexa couldn't quite name, but felt herself.
Her stomach seemed to do a backflip and Lexa traced her fingers over Clarke's cheek. "You mean it's scary."
"Yeah," Clarke shook her head and let out a shaky breath. "Very."
"I know, but it'll be okay. We can talk about what we want to do," Lexa didn't like seeing the fear and nerves in Clarke's eyes, it caused her to tighten her arms around her neck.
"What do you want?" Clarke licked her lips and looked at just about everywhere except Lexa's face.
"Clarke," Lexa chuckled, suddenly feeling more confident than she had moments before. "I like you, I think that's obvious enough. We could try...this...if you want."
"I want to...but will it work?"
"Does it matter? We can take it one step at a time."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah, we can try this."
Lexa gripped Clarke's chin softly until their gazes met. "You make me feel things I haven't felt in a long time, Clarke. I know this is us jumping into something, but if you just teach me how to…" she trailed off, the words sitting on the tip of her tongue made her stomach drop almost painfully. But she was on a roll and didn't want to let her fear dictate her. "Clarke, if you just teach me how to love you, I know I can. I just need you to show me."
Those eyes shot up again at those words an exasperated huff escaped Clarke's lips. She shut her eyes tightly before finally meeting Lexa's once again, so steadfast and confident. "Okay...but you're going to teach me too, right?"
"Of course, Clarke, this is a two way street."
"Good," Clarke's gaze flitted over Lexa's face once again, searching for any signs of a lie. If Lexa had any motives besides just wanting to be with her. "Kiss me?"
Lexa didn't need to be asked twice, she tilted her face down and captured Clarke's lower lip with hers. Clarke kissed her back with such so much heat that it tasted like she desperately wanted Lexa to love her. They kissed and kissed, but didn't make any move to go to the bedroom like they had been so desperate to reach only a few minutes before.
This was different, this was a promise to themselves and each other. No matter how many doubts or questions they had, both of them would try their best. The feelings they elicited in each other were too intense to be fake.
Lexa surged forward, her body sending Clarke's backward as she was caught off guard. Her arms came around to grip at Lexa, her fingers and nails grazing over smooth, warm skin. They stumbled backwards together, Lexa guiding them as best as she could towards her bedroom.
Clarke's shirt came off quickly halfway down the hall. Lexa's hands roamed much more freely over warm, creamy skin. As they stumbled into her room, Lexa began blazing trail of kisses down Clarke's sensitive neck. She nipped and sucked until she found a spot that had Clarke yanking at her hair and moaning.
"Fuck, Lexa," Clarke's free hand tried to guide them as she continued to move them backwards. But Lexa's hands came up and squeezed at her bra-cladded breasts and her mind was so fuzzy with lust that it was difficult to focus on anything other than Lexa's mouth.
They finally managed to make it to the bed, where Clarke was lightly pressed backwards into the mattress and Lexa leaned over her. She planted hot, open-mouthed kisses over Clarke's stomach and left several hickeys on her journey towards Clarke's waistband. Her fingers lightly dipped into the jeans and she yanked, Lexa's eyes jumping upward to search Clarke's for permission.
When she found darkened blue eyes staring at her with a glint of impatience, she smirked. Lexa's fingers traced over the sensitive strip of pale flesh before coming to rest on the button of Clarke's jeans. She leaned up again, placing soft, teasing kisses over Clarke's stomach while she unzipped the pants.
Once that was completely, she stood up to her full height and yanked the jeans downward. With a bit of Clarke's help, they managed to wiggle the difficult skin-tight jeans off and onto the floor. At the newly exposed skin, Lexa was practically salivating.
She gazed at the blonde beauty beneath her for a moment, satisfied to just look at her. But Clarke had other ideas. Her body was hot and the area between her legs was throbbing too insistently to be ignored or denied much longer. She sat up, reaching for the curve of Lexa's hips before she brought the brunette closer.
Lexa leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to Clarke's lips. Her tongue requested entrance and was quickly accepted. Lexa's hands began roaming down Clarke's legs and guiding them up to wrap around her waist. Her body felt like it was on fire, only fueled by the responses she was receiving from Clarke.
Her fingernails grazed up and over Clarke's thighs before squeezing at her full ass once again. Clarke squirmed against her, yanking on brunette waves until their lips finally separated. "Don't get me wrong, I love the teasing. But do something, Lexa. Or I swear to God, I will."
Lexa only smirked, "Your wish is my command." Then she winked and moved downward, leaving trailing kisses that set Clarke on edge. She unclasped the blonde's bra and sucked a puckered pink nipple into her mouth, rubbing her tongue over it and lightly nipping at it.
Pleasure and desire shot straight from Clarke's breast to her core, making it ache and throb even more. "Fuck, Lexa." She arched her back and dug her nails into Lexa's scalp, her fingers flexing in her hair. She didn't quite guide, but pressed insistently at the back of Lexa's head.
Instead of lavishing Clarke's ample breasts with attention, Lexa moved downward. She could tell how impatient the blonde was as she arched her back upward and ground her core into Lexa's stomach.
Lexa's kisses trailed back over Clarke's stomach, pausing in spots to lavish the skin with attention and drive Clarke even crazier. The brunette loved the reactions her attention elicited from the girl beneath her.
Clarke was loud in bed, Lexa had determined the night before and she was extremely sensitive in most all areas. One simple touch could make her putty in Lexa's hands, which made Lexa feel quite powerful.
Lexa's face came even with the crotch of Clarke's underwear and she noticed the sizeable wet spot staining the front. She kissed over it lightly, her tongue peeking out and rubbing shallow circles over the spot. The taste of Clarke was strong, something Lexa could easily get addicted to, but instead, she pulled away one last time.
This earned her a whine from Clarke, but she squeezed her thighs reassuringly before reaching up once again.
Long fingers hooked into Clarke's underwear and pulled down, Lexa's lips trailed after them, kissing down the inside of Clarke's thigh and driving the blonde absolutely insane. As she moved lower, Lexa could smell the blonde's arousal. It was strong and sent a shock of pleasure running through her, she could feel her own wetness in her underwear.
Clarke's body ached and just about everything Lexa was doing made it feel even more unbearable. She loved the way Lexa could make her melt into her arms, but the teasing was making her impatient.
"Lexa, please," she whimpered as Lexa's mouth intentionally avoided her core and her tongue trailed down her inner thigh. She squirmed, arching forward and searching for anything to ease the pressure.
Instead of continuing her teasing, the brunette decided to take pity on Clarke. Lexa's tongue delved into her wet folding, tracing over hot, soft flesh. The woman's juices tasted amazing and Lexa groaned as she moved. Her tongue pushed deeper, in search of Clarke's entrance to get to the source.
Clarke's fingers tightened exponentially in Lexa's hair, making the brunette wince slightly, but she didn't mind much. Clarke's hips canted into Lexa's mouth, searching for more pressure as the brunette's tongue searched for those spots that would make Clarke scream.
Lexa licked upward, her tongue brushed over Clarke's clit before she honed in on the tight bud. Her movements made Clarke arch and squirm to the point that Lexa had to squeeze at her hips and press down on her stomach to keep her from moving too much. She wrapped her lips around the throbbing button and set to work on making Clarke orgasm.
The fingers of her right hand came up and brushed lightly over Clarke's soaked entrance. She tested it with two fingers before delving inward when she found no resistance.
Clarke cried out and arched up again, her free hand twisting in the sheets and her body shivering with pleasure. Lexa didn't stop either, her tongue relentlessly flicked over Clarke's clit and her fingers searching for the spongey surface that would have the blonde gasping and moaning beneath her.
"Fuck, Lexa…" the blonde gasped. "I'm close," she arched her back again just as Lexa's fingers caught her g-spot and crooked her fingers against it. Clarke went ridged and her body went taunt as a wire. Her muscles shivered and her fingers yanked at Lexa's hair even harder as she came.
Lexa disconnected from Clarke's clit but kept up her pace with her fingers, rubbing hard at her g-spot. She slowly moved, bringing Clarke down from her high slowly. As she did, she planted tender, featherlight kisses along Clarke's quivering stomach.
"Stop," Clarke breathed, her voice husky and gravelly from all the noises she had been making. Her hand came down to halt Lexa's wrist. "Please."
Lexa did as she was told, planting even more kisses on whatever skin she could reach. She withdrew her fingers and slowly climbed back up Clarke's body until she was resting comfortably on top of her. Lexa kissed lightly over Clarke's neck before settling down against her, practically boxing her in.
Clarke liked it though, feeling wrapped up in the warmth and scent of Lexa. It was comforting and she squeezed the older woman closer.
"How was that?" Lexa whispered into the crook of Clarke's neck.
Clarke hummed and nudged Lexa's head up, pressing her lips to the brunette's. She tasted herself on Lexa's tongue, but didn't find it unappealing. She pulled away and saw Lexa blink several times, as if coming back to herself. "It was very, very good."
Lexa grinned and her smile pierced Clarke's chest in a way that made her smile back. She was just so damn happy it should have been illegal. "Really?"
"Yes, really." Clarke shifted until Lexa lay on her side and leaned over the brunette. She pressed a soft kiss to those pouty lips before smiling again. "Now let me make you feel the same."
"Come on, Clarke." Lexa's annoyed tone was obvious enough. But Clarke didn't want to move. Her body was sore and for a moment she wondered how Lexa was so chipper when the sun was barely up. Maybe she hadn't worn her out enough the night before like she thought she had.
The only sound she made to confirm she'd heard Lexa was groaning loudly into her pillow. She was surrounded by Lexa's scent and wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, yet Lexa was insistent that she needed to get up.
"Clarke!" Lexa's shout was punctuated by her full weight landing on Clarke's back. Clarke only grunted and shifted a bit, burying her face further into the pillow. Feather-light kisses were planted along her bare spine and tendrils of wet hair trailed along her skin, eliciting goosebumps. When that didn't rouse a proper response, Lexa growled and rested most of her weight on her forearms. "If you don't get up, I will make you."
The threat sent a shiver down Clarke's spine and suddenly she was very awake. "What can I say?" she breathed and twisted until she could see Lexa over her shoulder. "I like your bed."
"I understand that," Lexa grinned, her hair had been wrapped up into a wet bun after her shower but several strands hung loosely at her neck. She didn't have any makeup on and her glasses were perched on her nose. With those on, she looked a lot less intimidating and more like an adorable nerd. "But you need to get up."
Clarke huffed again and turned even more. Lexa got up just enough to let the blonde turn over onto her back. She was dressed in only her bra and a pair of Lexa's sweatpants, while Lexa had on a big t-shirt. Clarke's hands found purchase on Lexa's smooth, bare thighs. "I don't want to get up."
"Oh," Lexa raised a curious yet knowing eyebrow, "and what would you like to do?"
"I think you know," Clarke grinned and leaned up, capturing Lexa's lips in a searing kiss. Lexa couldn't help it, she melted into the warmth of Clarke's body and leaned over her. Clarke's dangerous hands snuck their way up Lexa's thighs, over her hips and under her shirt.
It took all of Lexa's willpower to pull away. "If you want me to take you to the beach...we have to get out of bed."
"Babe, the beach will be there when we get up." It wasn't lost on either of them that the pet name slipped out, but they both chose to just let it happen. Lexa didn't have an argument for that and allowed herself to get lost in the feeling of Clarke's skin.
It was a bit over an hour later and both girls were once again naked and breathing heavily when Clarke's cellphone blared the Ghostbusters theme song, indicated Raven was calling.
"Fuck," Clarke broke their leisure kiss and jerked up in search of her phone. She scrambled about for a few moments, causing Lexa to chuckle, but finally found her phone. "Hello?"
"Where the fuck are you, Clarke?" It was Raven and her voice was irritated. "You were supposed to be back last night."
"I'm sorry," Clarke rolled her eyes and glanced at Lexa, "Lexa and I got sidetracked."
"Oh la la, you and Woods had sex. Woohoo, at least you aren't dead. Where are you?"
"I'm at Lexa's apartment. Where are you?"
"At the hotel, Octavia and I met up with some people at the festival last night and we planned on meeting up with them at the beach today."
"I can meet you guys at the hotel, if you want." Lexa frowned at Clarke, having been developing a plan for their day in Daytona. She hadn't anticipated bringing Clarke's friends along.
"Lexa can come too," Raven sighed, as if knowing that would be Clarke's next question. "I have this feeling you guys must come as a matching set now."
"Okay, we'll get ready and meet you in the lobby, cool?"
"Fine, you pain in the ass. Just don't be late."
"We won't," Clarke rolled her eyes again. "I'll text you when we leave."
"Fine. Bye, bitch."
"Bye, bitch."
Clarke disconnected the call and plopped herself back onto Lexa's chest. "You and your friends are peculiar."
"How so?" Clarke questioned, leaning up so she could look at the brunette.
"You guys call each other bitch as if it's a term of endearment."
"It is, for us at least."
"If you ever call me bitch, I'll slap you." Lexa raised both eyebrows, completely serious.
"Noted, dear," Clarke planted a soft kiss on Lexa's grinning lips. "Let's get going."
"Oh now you want to get out of bed."
Their day was spent with the friends that Octavia and Raven had met the night before. There was only three of them, one of which Lexa knew from work. Ontari, Echo and Nyko had very similar interests as Clarke, Raven and Octavia so they hit it off well enough. Ontari was younger than them and knew Lexa from the radio station where she was an intern.
Lexa spent most of her time hanging around with Clarke and whenever they got a moment alone together, they mostly passed the time kissing and teasing. It was fun and relaxing and sweet just knowing that they had each other the whole time.
After spending the day at the beach, Echo insisted on retreating to a bar she knew served amazing oysters. Upon hearing that none of the Indiana girls had ever had oysters, the four locals were outraged.
"How have you not had oysters?" Nyko exploded.
"We live in Indiana," Raven narrowed her eyes and punched his shoulder. "So we haven't had them, asshole."
"What are oysters?" Clarke whispered, tilting her head towards Lexa. The brunette had her arms around Clarke from behind, as she had for the better part of the day. They were seated underneath an umbrella and lying on a lounge chair together. All of them had clustered several umbrellas and chairs together so they didn't have to sit so far apart.
"A type of shellfish, trust me, they aren't so bad." Lexa assured.
They entered the bar several minutes later, having only to walk a short distance. All three girls tried oysters for the first time and Clarke was utterly repulsed by how easily Lexa downed them. She could hardly stomach their sliminess and promised herself she would never eat them again.
The group of seven spent the rest of their night together drinking and eating while learning more and more about each other. Lexa and Clarke were constantly touching or near each other, sharing subtle looks that spoke more than any words could. For the most part, the two were too wrapped up in each other to pay much attention to everyone else. Octavia and Raven noticed their interactions and continued to share exasperated looks too.
After that night, time seemed to fly by for Clarke and Lexa and the unlimited amount of time they thought they had together was coming to a very sudden end. Their kisses grew more desperate and their interactions tinged with sadness of the inevitable. They spent more time together and neither of them thought that was possible.
"You know," Lexa murmured one night, after taking Clarke to a Go-Kart and gaming center. They lay in bed together, silently gazing at each other as the moonlight filtered in. "I've wanted to ask you something all night."
"Oh really?" Clarke breathed and brushed her finger down the curve of Lexa's face, then raked her hand through the soft brown waves.
"Yeah, but I haven't wanted you to feel pressured to answer," Lexa glanced away, attention shifting to somewhere just behind Clarke's head. If she was completely honest, the question had been on her mind for the past two days.
Clarke was almost certain she knew what Lexa was saying, because she had been thinking the same thing. She'd brought it up with Octavia one day and the younger girl had said to go for it. She saw the way Lexa looked at Clarke and had called them "heart eyes" and insisted that Lexa would definitely say yes.
"You can ask me," Clarke murmured. Lexa closed her eyes, her face going slack as she relaxed back into the blankets. It was too late to be awake, but the two women wanted to spend their last night together as awake as possible.
"Would you want to…" Lexa's eyes fluttered open, "would you want to maybe be my girlfriend?"
Clarke grinned, happiness exploding in her chest and warming her from the inside out. She was glad Lexa was more confident than she was, because she was almost certain she would not have asked the question even though she was leaving the next day.
"Yes," Clarke breathed and pressed a kiss to Lexa's nose. "I really, really would."
"Really?" Lexa's eyes widened, and in the moonlight, they looked like an icy green grey.
"Yes, really. Did you think I would say no?"
"No, I didn't know what to expect." Lexa smiled. "Let alone anyone like you dropping into my life."
"Well, Lexa Woods, here I am."
"And I thank God you're here."
Clarke rolled her eyes and leaned in closer. "Kiss me?"
Lexa leaned back in, pressing her lips to Clarke and promising herself that she would never let this beautiful woman go.