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Lexa could feel the older woman’s gaze on her. She always could. And yet, the fact that the woman was so transfixed by her was exhilarating. Clarke was quickly becoming obsessed with the 18 year-old, that much was obvious. How she’d show up 20 minutes before the children were released just to watch Lexa from the hall. How she’d make sure to glance back as she left to make sure Lexa was watching (and Lexa always was). And even by the way she’d dress.
The clock hit 5 o’clock and Lexa clapped her hands together as she smiled at the children before her, “Alright, it looks like we’re all done for today! I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
The other counselor started guiding the children into a line and out the door to meet their parents outside. Clarke nodded to her husband as he followed them. “I’ll meet you out front in a minute, I just wanted to have a talk with the counselor,” she explained, and he left promptly.
Clarke strutted into the small classroom and sat at a desk in front of Lexa’s. Lexa smiled as she put her laptop and papers into her backpack. When she was done, she looked to the blonde woman sitting at a desk, “Hello, Mrs…”
“Blake.”
“Mrs.Blake,” Lexa finished her earlier sentence. “How are you?”
“I’m fine,” she said like there was something else dancing on the edge of her tongue.
“I’m glad to hear that. And Mr.Blake?” God, the formalities were killing her, but she couldn’t risk an advance on the woman. Clarke and her husband were a golden opportunity for letters of recommendation, something she’d need if she hoped to transfer into her dream school.
Clarke stood up from the desk and walked over to Lexa. She leaned on Lexa’s desk and sighed, “Must we talk about him?”
Lexa looked at the woman before her and let out a nervous laugh, “N-no, I don’t suppose we do.” She paused before speaking again, “Did you need something?” It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the woman’s company because she did, truly— but it was unexpected, and Lexa knew she wasn’t misreading the subtle hints Clarke was dropping.
She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. She couldn’t because she wouldn’t say the things on her mind. She wouldn’t tell Lexa how she thought of her every night, and even more when her husband was on top of her. How she wanted to explore every inch of her tanned skin and rose lips. How she wanted to fall under her fingers. She wouldn’t. Instead, Clarke lifted her hand to Lexa’s face and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re very beautiful,” she whispered.
Lexa swallowed hard and hoped her cheeks hadn’t reddened. This woman drove her as mad as she made her weak. “Thank you, Mrs.Blake. You- You’re very beautiful as well.”
Clarke chuckled and let her hand fall away from the brunette’s face. There was a moment of silence between them, where Clarke simply looked into Lexa’s eyes, but then she spoke again. “You mentioned you were interested in law last time you spoke to my husband, yes?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Why waste your time here, then?”
“Well,” Lexa began, “most of the good programs had an age requirement when the applications were still open, or they were just too expensive and far away, and this seemed like it would be fun. I was also considering, maybe, going into domestic relations, and I guess this would help me learn how to deal with children, so,” she paused and let out another nervous laugh. “Sorry, I’m rambling. It was a good opportunity, is what I’m saying.” Not to mention you’re here.
She’s cute when she’s nervous. “Right. Are you going to school after the summer, or are you taking a gap year?”
The questions were unexpected. Not because they were odd, but because Clarke and Lexa had only spoken maybe three times before that. Still, the woman’s attention never felt cold or uncomfortable. “I’ve got some classes lined up at PCC. After that, I’ll probably try transferring to Polis U; they have a great law program.”
Clarke smiled, “Really? I went there. It‘s a great school, I think you’ll love it… My friend actually runs one of the pre-law programs; I could put in a good word for you, if you’d like.”
“W-wow,” Lexa’s smile was big and she was finding it difficult to find the words to thank Clarke, “Man, I don’t know what to say- that would be amazing. Thank you, Mrs.Blake, really.”
“It’s the least I can do. You’ve been so good with Aden and Madi, you deserve,” she moved closer to the girl and stood at her side, placing a hand on her shoulder, “ a gift .”
Though Lexa was sitting, she felt like she was floating. Clarke was brushing her thumb over her shoulder blade, and she was close enough for Lexa to smell her. The smell of expensive perfume and something sexy she couldn’t quite name. It didn’t take long for her shaft to have a small reaction, too. “You’re very,” Lexa turned to meet Clarke’s gaze, “generous, ma’am.”
They stared at each other for a moment. It seemed like they were both searching for something in each other’s eyes, perhaps permission to go forth with what they both so desperately wanted but wouldn’t dare claim. This was dangerous, for both of them. Clarke was married, with children, and Lexa needed her opportunities to stay open.
Clarke lifted a finger and dragged it along Lexa’s jaw, down her throat, and along her collarbone. Lexa’s skin was tanned and soft. She smelled like the forests in movies. Even through her clothes, Clarke saw that she was fit. She’d seen something else , too. And her eyes. Her eyes were something else entirely. They seemed to change in the light, but no matter what shade, the green was always calling to Clarke.
They didn’t speak. Almost lost in a trance. And then Clarke’s phone buzzed. She slipped it out of her pocket and was met with a text from her husband asking what was taking so long. She sighed and caressed Lexa’s cheek, a goodbye. “I’ve been summoned,” she joked. “It was nice talking. I’ll see you tomorrow, Lexa.”
Lexa shuddered at the way her name rolled off her tongue. She simply nodded and smiled because if she spoke, then her voice would’ve only been a small quiver. She watched Clarke leave, or rather watched her ass— Lexa could never help herself. That woman would be the death of her.
It continued that way for a while. Clarke would come to her after everyone left and they would talk. They learned more about each other. Lexa learned what Clarke did for a living: she used to be some sort of political advisor, but she’d since left her job to be a stay-at-home mom, while Clarke learned why Lexa was interested in law: she’d seen how many people in her community’s lives were ruined because they could not afford legal help, and she wanted that to change. Clarke also learned about Lexa’s personal life: how she’d grown up with more than a few siblings, which is why she was looking for all the help she could get with college. They learned about each other’s hobbies: Clarke liked to draw in her free time, but never made it her career because it would have ‘taken the fun out of it’; Lexa liked to indulge in spirituality because it kept her ‘energy balanced’. But despite the casual conversations, and even light-hearted banter at times, the subtle advances continued. A slight brush there, a carefully worded sentence here, a suggestive look there, etc. Their relationship was building ever so slowly.
Then the final week of the program came and went faster than anyone thought it would.
It was Thursday, and Lexa was sitting at her desk fiddling with a Rubik’s Cube. She was only repeating the same algorithm because she heard that if you did that, then you would eventually solve it. Though, she was beginning to doubt that theory.
The other counselor Lexa worked with walked up to her desk and laughed at her futile attempts, “God, please, stop. I’m getting second-hand embarrassment.”
Lexa smacked her lips and rolled her eyes as she tossed the Rubik’s Cube on her desk, “Whatever.”
She began packing her things before speaking to Lexa again, “Don’t forget we have the party this Saturday.”
Lexa had either already forgotten or had not yet opened the email telling her about it. “Party…?”
She sighed, “Really, Woods? Tomorrow’s our last Friday, so we’re wrapping up the program. Then, on Saturday, we’re all gathering at the event center off Philpott drive. The kids get to play, the counselors get to mingle with the rich parents, and the rich parents get to pretend like they give a shit. So, if you want your recommendations and a start on networking, I’d show up.”
Clarke’s gonna be there. That was enough for Lexa to nod and add the event to her schedule. That and the fact that she’d skipped her prom applying to be a counselor, meaning she wouldn’t let the program go to waste— though she had promised an underclassmen that she would be her date next year.
The last Friday went well, but, unfortunately, Clarke had not come to see Lexa afterwards. It was disappointing, but Lexa found solace in the fact that she’d get tomorrow. As for Clarke, she’d only avoided meeting the girl again because it was seriously getting harder and harder to resist her.
When Saturday came, Lexa put on a plain white dress shirt, a black jacket, and some black slacks. She said goodbye to her family and went on her way. The drive was not too bad, only about 20 minutes, but it led her to the other side of the city, the “rich” side. When she got there, she parked next to a white Range Rover and made her way into the building.
She spent about an hour talking to numerous parents, getting their business cards, and promises that she’d keep in touch. She had all she came for— almost.
She spotted Clarke, who was standing by her husband as he made conversation with some of the other parents. Despite the blue dress hugging her figure, she looked utterly miserable, and Lexa felt some sympathy for her— she also reminded herself to never get married.
Every event, no matter the cause or reason for going, was the same. She would get dressed in an outfit that was way too expensive, and she would follow her husband around the whole night while getting tipsy off champagne. This time, however, she hadn’t been able to get her hands on a glass yet. Her husband was talking to some other parents he knew through his parents about vacationing somewhere in Africa, or something— she wasn’t really listening. She glanced around and saw her kids playing with the other children. At least they’re having fun. And then her eyes found someone else. Across the room, in a crowd of counselors, stood Lexa Woods. She was glancing over at Clarke as she drank (water) and smiled when they made eye contact, but neither of them moved.
Then Clarke was being called by one of the women her husband had been talking to, and her attention was taken from Lexa. Similarly, Lexa was brought into the counselors’ conversation.
The conversation was stress inducing. They all talked about where they were going for college and they all had bigger plans than Lexa. Where they would be going off to Brown or Harvard, she would be spending her first year at community college. She knew there wasn’t any shame in that, but, still, she would’ve liked to have the luxury of attending an Ivy League school from the start. Alas, freshman year at Polis Community College before transferring to Polis University seemed like the best option. Anyway, the conversation was making her somewhat anxious, and she wanted to get away for a minute.
Lexa excused herself and made her way outside. There was a building on the right side of the event center, and to the left there was some undeveloped land. Should probably not smoke by another building , she thought to herself as she walked to the left side. She stuffed her hand in her pocket and took out a small bag and a lighter.
Inside, Clarke had watched Lexa leave. She was disappointed for a moment, before she saw that Lexa hadn’t taken her jacket with her. To replace the disappointment, Clarke was now curious about why Lexa had stepped outside, and, so, she followed.
The small plastic bag carried a joint Lexa had taken from her sister, Luna’s, room. She carefully took it out and placed it between her lips. As she was about to lift her lighter up to spark it, a voice interrupted. “Good thing it’s legal now,” Clarke said with a laugh.
Lexa jumped as she heard the blonde woman speak. And then she was embarrassed because smoking pot was probably not the best way to impress someone. “Mrs.Blake- God, I-I’m sorry-“ she stammered.
“Relax,” she soothed, “everyone’s done it before. It’s not a big deal… Go ahead.” Lexa cocked an eyebrow, and Clarke nodded, “I don’t mind.”
So Lexa lit the joint and inhaled. She forced herself not to cough because if being found with weed wasn’t embarrassing, coughing over one hit sure was. She held it out to Clarke, but Clarke shook her head. “You sure? I’ve got more in the car,” Lexa reassured.
Clarke chuckled as she shook her head again, “No, no I’m good. Thank you. I left that in my youth.”
“You say that like it’s over.” In Lexa’s opinion, Clarke wasn’t old. Sure, she carried herself like a mature woman, but she was still young.
“Considering I’ve got a husband, two kids, and 3 years between me and the age of 35, I’d say it is.”
Lexa shrugged, “It’s only over if you want it to be.”
“Hmm,” Clarke hummed like she was actually thinking about it. “I don’t know, it hardly seems like something to want. What’s so good about being young anyway?”
“It’s fun, there’s something to look forward to, you get to make mistakes, you get to figure out what you like— it’s just easier.”
Clarke stepped closer to Lexa now, “Oh? And what do you like?”
Lexa blew out another puff of smoke before looking at Clarke and smirking. She shrugged as she leaned on the wall behind her, “‘Dunno, ‘guess I’m still figuring that out… What about you, what do you like?”
Clarke’s eyes were on Lexa’s lips before they moved back to her eyes. Lexa didn’t know if it was just the fact that it was dark out, but Clarke’s eyes seemed darker than before. The woman raised a hand to Lexa’s face and moved a strand of hair behind her ear the way she had the other day. “Guess,” she suggested as she took the joint out of Lexa’s mouth and popped it into her own. Lexa had already won, but the chase was still worth finishing.
The joint was halfway gone by now. It had only been half a gram, and Lexa had a high tolerance, so it really only made it easier for the words she wanted to say to spill out of her mouth. “I think I’d rather show you.”
“Are you coming onto me?” she asked with a grin as she handed the joint, now roach— back to Lexa.
Lexa smoked the rest of the joint before tossing it on the floor and extinguishing it with her shoe. “Would that be okay?”
They were only about a foot apart. It was getting harder for them to breathe without inhaling the smell of each other. Clarke wanted to say yes. Hell, she wanted to say it was more than okay, that it felt like the only thing she could ever want. But she was married. That was something she couldn’t ignore anymore. Her husband- and kids— were somewhere on the other side of the wall Lexa was leaning on. Clarke sighed and took a step back, “I should go.”
Lexa frowned, “Right. I- I’m sorry, Clarke.”
Why’d you have to call me by my name? It was always ‘Mrs.Blake’, and Clarke liked it that way. But she liked this better. It was her name, and yet Lexa made it sound like Clarke was hers. And that just drove Clarke mad. She looked up at Lexa and found a tender look staring back at her. “I should go,” she repeated, “but if I do, I know I won’t be able to stop thinking about you.”
“Then stay.” Lexa put a hand on Clarke’s left hip and pulled her closer. Though, Clarke didn’t really need to be pulled, as she was already moving towards Lexa again.
Clarke put her hands on Lexa’s upper chest before letting them slide up and around her neck. “Are you sure you want this?” She whispered, almost afraid to ask. But she also felt like she had to. Lexa was young, and Clarke didn’t want to take advantage.
“I’m sure,” Lexa assured. “Do you want this?”
“More than anything.”
It wasn’t clear to them if the excitement came from doing something they knew they shouldn’t or because they liked each other, maybe it was both— but they were sure that it was real. There was a streetlight not too far from them, which illuminated Lexa’s face, but hid Clarke’s in a shadow, but even still, Clarke’s eyes seemed to glow and call out to Lexa. It felt like they only existed for each other. Like they were in a realm where everything had fallen away except for them, and the sole reason for that was their desire.
Lexa lifted a hand to Clarke’s cheek, “Can I?”
No one had ever asked to kiss her before. And maybe it was common decency, but it made Clarke feel warm and cared about. “Yeah,” she nodded.
And Lexa did. She brought her lips to Clarke’s and embraced her into a gentle kiss. It was slow at first, they took their time feeling how soft the other was, how amazing the other tasted. The pace quickened as their passion and desire took over, like they remembered they were meant to want each other more than like. Lexa was the first to slip her tongue into the kiss, earning her a moan from Clarke.
Their hands were everywhere, just trying to find something, anything— to hold onto. In that moment Lexa could only think about every subtle hint Clarke had thrown her way, every moment she’d desired her. She felt like she could implode right then and there; Clarke was cursing Lexa in her head. Not because Lexa had done anything wrong, but because this felt like the greatest possible thing on Earth— no, the universe, like this was the ultimate prize to a game she’d been playing all summer. Lexa was driving her to the edge of insanity, and had they been anywhere that wasn’t outside, she’d have torn Lexa’s clothes off already and claimed every inch of the girl’s body. She wanted Lexa to be hers, and Lexa wanted to belong to her.
It was only when their lungs began burning, begging for air, that they ripped away from each other. Out of breath and their lips glossed over. Clarke’s arms were wrapped around Lexa’s neck, while Lexa’s hands had found their way to her hips. They were so close that even now the only air their lungs received was mixed with the other’s scent.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” Lexa whispered as she moved a hand to the blonde’s neck. She tilted Clarke’s head slightly to the left and began to kiss her neck.
Clarke sucked in a sharp breath as she felt Lexa lap at her pulse point. She hardly even cared that the girl might leave a mark. She smirked and snaked her hand down Lexa’s torso until it reached her growing bulge, “I think I do, actually.” Lexa groaned and her hips bucked forward involuntarily.
Clarke began undoing her belt before Lexa stopped her, “Wait.” Clarke immediately dropped her hand from the leather. Lexa sighed, “I want to, really… just not here.”
The older woman wanted her so badly she almost began debating leaving the event right then and there for a hotel, or even mounting Lexa in the car. But that just didn’t seem right. She mulled over a solution in her head before her phone buzzed in her small purse. She slipped it out and found her husband asking where she was. An annoyed sigh escaped her, “I have to go, but— here, give me your number.”
Lexa was confused, but took Clarke’s phone and started typing in her number anyway. She was about to put in ‘Lexa’ when Clarke stopped her, which was when it truly hit Lexa that the woman before her was married. She also realized she didn’t care, though. She couldn’t. Not when it was Clarke. The woman made her morals void, and Lexa had a feeling Clarke’s effect wouldn’t be limited to just that.
Clarke slipped her phone back into her purse and kissed Lexa’s cheek, “I’ll call you later.” She was around the corner in an instant.
She stood there, dumbfounded at the events that had unfolded. She huffed as she fastened her belt again, and decided she didn’t have it in her to return to the party. Confused, flustered, and horny, she hopped into her car and drove home.
When Clarke didn’t see Lexa return, she frowned. One by one, the counselors and parents began to leave until only her family, 2 counselors, and another pair of parents and children were left. Her husband had left her with the keys and told her to get the kids loaded up in the car while he used the restroom. It really annoyed her how he made her do all the work sometimes, but she didn’t object. As she gathered Aden and Madi, she noticed a lone jacket at the table Lexa had been sitting at. It seemed Lexa had forgotten it. She looked around to make sure her husband had not made it out yet and quickly grabbed it. She rushed her kids outside and threw the jacket into her trunk before getting her kids into their seats, and, finally, settling down in the passenger seat to wait for her husband
At 11, her kids and husband finally went to sleep. At that point, Clarke had slipped into a simple t-shirt and leggings. What she wore under that, though, wasn’t casual at all. She tip-toed down the stairs and called the nameless number saved in her contacts. It rang for a second before the line was picked up. “Hey, it’s me, Clarke.”
Lexa was in bed, but she immediately shot up when she heard the blonde woman’s voice on the other side. “Clarke— Hey.”
“Are you busy?” She didn’t think it was worth pretending like she wasn’t calling for one thing and one thing only.
“No.” Lexa didn’t think so either.
“I want to see you.”
It looked like Lexa would get what she missed out on earlier. She let out a breathy laugh, “Alright. Where?”
“I was thinking I could pick you up and take you somewhere we can be alone. It’ll be nice— don’t think I’m trying to fuck you in an alley or in my car or something,” she laughed a little.
The simplest rule Lexa had ever been taught: Don’t give personal information to strangers. But Clarke wasn’t a stranger, was she? They had gotten to know each other well enough, and Clarke’s kids seemed too normal for their mom to be a psycho or something. Or at least that was Lexa’s way of rationalizing the fact that she took her phone from her ear and sent Clarke her address almost without a second thought. “Sounds good.”
Clarke looked at the message holding the girl’s address and smiled. Tonight would be good. Clarke planned to take Lexa to a hotel suite downtown. She’d been frequenting the suite over the past year when her kids weren’t around and she simply couldn’t stand to be around her husband, so he wouldn’t question a thing when it showed up on her credit card statement. “I’ll see you in an hour.” She hung up before Lexa could give a response and started getting ready again, this time she put on a black silk dress that stopped barely halfway down her thighs.
Lexa started getting ready as soon as she heard the dial tone. She almost scoffed at herself as she realized Clarke had made a demand and she was fulfilling it with such haste. She had taken off her formal attire when she got home earlier, but now she was putting it back on. She lifted her white dress shirt off the ground only to realize some ashes had found their way onto it. Disappointed, she went back to her closet, only to find no other options. She let out a frustrated groan and shut her closet door, making a noise louder than she intended.
Anya opened her bedroom door a few seconds later. An eyebrow raised, she asked, “Why the fuck are you slamming my doors?”
Lexa rolled her eyes, “Shut up, Anya. You started paying mom $500 a month and forgot how to act.”
Anya laughed and let herself into Lexa’s bedroom, “Fuck you. Anyway, you didn’t answer my question.”
“I’m meeting someone— or I would be, but I don’t have a shirt to wear.”
That caught Anya’s attention enough. “Ooh, if you tell me, I’ll let you borrow one of mine. Is it Costia? I swear if she hadn’t been a freshman when I was graduating I would’ve been all over that.”
“God, you’re a creep, but no. It’s no one you know,” Lexa said.
“Hmm… then I guess you still don’t have something to wear,” she shrugged.
Lexa groaned, “Fine, but you can’t judge— or tell anyone.”
“I won’t,” she promised, but Lexa knew she’d likely break the first half of it.
“You know how I’ve been working as a counselor at that rich kid summer program? Well, one of the moms-”
“No way!” A smile started spreading across Anya’s face.
Lexa continued on, “We got to talking- well, we have been for a while— but we kissed tonight. And now she’s coming to pick me up so we can… you know— or I don’t know. I’m not really sure what she wants to do.”
Anya shoved Lexa’s shoulder as a sign of affection as her smile grew. “A milf. My little sister’s fucking a milf. I guess you’re not a loser. Come on, you can take my whole closet if you want… A milf, wow!”
Lexa let the pride hit her once her sister approved. She followed Anya to her room and dove into her closet. It was mostly graphic shirts with obscenities, but she found a few viable options. She picked out a dark green dress shirt and slipped it on over her undershirt. She buttoned it up, tucked it into the waistband of her slacks, and put her leather belt on. Facing Anya, “What do you think?”
Anya threw up a lazy thumbs up, “Looks better on me, but eh.”
Lexa gave her the finger and left the room. She sat in her bedroom until Clarke texted her saying she was outside.
Lexa walked out to find the white Range Rover stopped on the street in front of her house. It looked out of place in Lexa’s neighborhood. The car was pristine, while every other car on the street looked like it had been passed down at least two generations. But Lexa wasn’t embarrassed to live here, it was her normal. What was a bit awkward, though, was walking to the car with Clarke’s eyes on her.
Clarke reached over and opened the door for Lexa. Lexa climbed in and gave her a smile, trying her best to hide how nervous she was. Clarke looked at her and licked her lips like she’d just laid eyes on a three-course meal, “You look nice.”
Lexa grinned and returned the woman’s gaze, “You, too… so where are we going?”
Clarke giggled and kept her eyes straight ahead. She did, however, reach over and grabbed Lexa’s hand. “I’ve got a suite at the Eligius.”
The Eligius was probably the nicest building Lexa had ever been inside of, and she’d only been inside because of a party she’d been invited to, as she couldn’t possibly afford it herself. So, naturally, How does someone just casually say that? Lexa thought to herself. On the outside, though, she only nodded, “Okay.”
Lexa was quiet for a few minutes, as she just couldn’t find any words to say. She was nervous beyond belief. They arrived at a red light and Clarke looked over at her. Lexa glanced at her from the corner of her eye and turned when she realized Clarke wanted to talk. Clarke smiled, “Why are you acting shy?”
“I’m not,” Lexa said with a nervous laugh. “I just wasn’t expecting this.”
Clarke felt like she took a blow to the chest for a second. Perhaps she’d misread Lexa. “Listen,” she sighed, “We don’t have to do anything. I can turn around if you’re not comfortable.”
“No! I want to. I’m just not sure how to go about this.”
The light turned green and Clarke took her gaze away from Lexa. Their hands were still entwined, though. “Just keep doing what you have been. It’s perfect,” Clarke said as she gently squeezed Lexa’s hand.
Lexa knew the woman just wanted to get her in a bed, but she couldn’t bring herself to let that stop the flutter in her chest. Clarke was comforting in a way Lexa wasn’t used to, but could get used to. She had to stop herself from imagining cuddling up next to the woman and being held by her. They were just hooking up. That’s all it would be. Clarke was married. And Lexa was 14 years younger than her. They would fuck and probably never speak again. She didn’t need to complicate it by hoping it would be anything different. And, still, she allowed herself to remember how they’d gotten to know each other. Could it have all been a facade to seduce her? Or did Clarke genuinely care? —She forced herself to stop thinking about it.
Lexa switched the conversation to something more casual, and they began talking like they would at the program. It was lighthearted and eased whatever anxieties and tensions still hung in the air. They talked until they found themselves arriving at the hotel. She reached for the door handle, but retracted her hand as Clarke began to speak.
“Wait— I have something for you.” Clarke reached into her back seat and retrieved Lexa’s jacket, the one she’d carelessly forgotten at the party.
Lexa chuckled and took it, “I didn’t even realize I’d left it.” She looked up at Clarke. It was like she lost herself in her eyes every time she dared to look into them. Waves crashing over her, drowning her in the ocean. Except this kind of drowning didn’t leave her lungs burning, or aching. This kind of drowning wasn’t ravaging— No , it was warmth and it made Lexa feel like she didn’t need to breathe oxygen, like she didn’t even want to. “Thank you,” was all she managed to whisper.
Clarke saw the way Lexa looked at her. She understood it. It was the same doe-eyed look she’d given her husband when they were still young and in love. The look of pre-devotion, of promise and hope. The look of a person ready to become a martyr. It was bittersweet. This was what she wanted: someone to want her the way her husband didn’t anymore, someone to make her feel like she was part of something greater than their reality. And yet, there was a part of her that felt guilty. One reason was that she worried about her husband finding out. He’d go insane, probably try to take her kids away. It would ruin him— it would ruin their children. Another was that this escapade would eventually end, and when it did, Clarke would be able to go on like nothing had ever happened, but Lexa… Lexa wouldn’t be able to forget. She was young and naive, and Clarke would ruin her. It almost felt selfish. Hell, Clarke knew it was selfish. But she couldn’t stop. Not when they were so close.
She shook the thoughts away and decided she’d worry about them when the time came. This was meant to be fun and simple. That’s what it would be. For now, at least.
“You’re welcome,” she whispered back with a smile.
She moved to unbuckle her seatbelt, at which point Lexa jumped out of the car and ran around to her side. Lexa opened the door just as Clarke’s hand landed on the handle. She offered her hand to the woman, helping her step out. Clarke took it, of course.
“Look at you being a gentlewoman,” Clarke said enticingly.
They made their way into the lobby, Clarke pulling Lexa along to the front desk.
“Ms.Griffin, lovely to see you again,” the receptionist said to the woman as he retrieved a keycard and slid it over. “The suite’s been prepared. Should I send up a bottle for you and your guest?”
Clarke looked at Lexa, “Do you drink?”
Lexa shook her head, “No, but you can if you want to.”
“I don’t need permission,” Clarke whispered with a smug smile before turning back to the receptionist. “Not tonight, but thank you.” Clarke took the keycard and slid over a crisp, hundred dollar bill across the desk, “For you, love.”
The woman had more than plenty of money to spend. Lexa knew that much because she had done her research on her husband. His father‘s great great great-uncle, or something like that— founded an oil company, so, naturally, Clarke’s husband inherited a seat at the company many, many generations later, and a fraction of the empire’s riches. More specifically, he was a part of their legal team. Though he wasn’t the most powerful man in the company, he still made more than enough; Clarke, being his wife and mother of his children, lived off of decades old money.
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As they walked away from the counter and towards the elevator, Clarke gripped Lexa’s hand and brought the girl closer so that she may whisper in her ear, “I’m all yours tonight.”
Whatever worries had clouded Lexa’s mind were long gone now. They were finally there. After all the waiting and wanting, they finally got their prize. They practically raced each other to the elevator. Once inside, their lips crashed together like they were filled with a hunger only the other could satisfy. Clarke only broke away to make sure she pressed the right button. Their hands were everywhere again, as if resuming from the exact moment they’d left off earlier.
Getting up and into the suite didn’t even feel real. Neither of them could tell you how the journey up looked, for they were too distracted with each other. Before they knew it, Lexa was pushing Clarke onto the bed.
Clarke fixed herself up on her elbows as she stared at Lexa hungrily, “Are you gonna join me, or do you like to watch?”
Lexa was out of breath, still recovering from the kiss. She wiped her mouth clean of Clarke’s saliva and began to undo her belt, “Come here.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” Clarke toyed.
Lexa grabbed hold off Clarke’s legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. She threw her belt somewhere on the floor nearby, unbuttoned her pants, and slid the zipper down.
Clarke chuckled and placed her hands on the waistband of Lexa’s pants. She looked up, “Can I?”
Lexa nodded before chuckling, “I thought you didn’t need permission.”
Clarke began to pull them down. She began to tug on Lexa’s boxers next, except she took her time with those. “Fine,” she grinned, “then just tell me when to stop.”
Lexa imagined she might never ask her to. More and more of Lexa began to show as Clarke tugged at her boxers, until, finally, her cock sprang forth. Clarke stared in awe before Lexa tilted her head upwards with her hand. She leaned down and kissed the blonde before pulling away and shoving her back onto the bed. “I wanna watch you first.”
“What do you wanna watch?” Clarke asked in a low voice. She sat up and slipped off one of the dress’s straps, “Something like this?” Then one of her hands moved to hitch up her dress, revealing her panties; the other snaked down her body and slipped into her panties, “Or something like this?”
Lexa sucked in a sharp breath and licked her lips. Her hand moved to her cock almost like a reflex. She began to stroke slowly. “All of it,” she said.
Clarke slipped off her dress, revealing a set of lingerie underneath. She knew she looked amazing in it, so she slowed down, allowing Lexa to take in the view. She slipped her bra off and let her breasts fall. The way Lexa’s eyes followed them was enough to build a religion. She laid down and began to slip off her panties. They stuck to her pussy with her wetness, and she sighed as she felt the cloth slowly glide off. She discarded them somewhere she didn’t care to know, and moved her hand to her center.
She concentrated on Lexa now, watching the brunette stroke herself as she watched her. It was enough motivation to start moving her fingers against herself. They were gentle circles, slow and purposeful. Each rotation drawing a sharp breath until, eventually, they brought out moans.
Clarke looked fantastic laying there, pleasuring herself for Lexa. Her pussy was pink and glossy, all Lexa could think about was burying herself in it. She began to stalk towards Clarke. She bent over the bed and onto Clarke, wrapped a hand around her throat, and kissed her.
Clarke responded with a low grunt as she brought her hands up to Lexa’s cheeks, pulling her closer, at which point Lexa pulled away. She put her hand over Clarke’s and snatched it away and back to where it previously was. “Don’t stop,” she commanded.
And Clarke didn’t. She couldn’t. Her moans returned in the absence of Lexa’s mouth over hers, and Lexa responded by kissing a trail over Clarke’s neck.
“Fuck me— please ,” she rasped.
Lexa complied without hesitation. She grabbed hold of her cock and aligned it with Clarke’s entrance before diving into the blonde woman. The warmth of Clarke was almost overwhelming, and Lexa had to catch herself as she almost fell on top of her. “ Fuck , y- you’re so—“
“Shut up and fuck me.” The command was desperate, almost animalistic. Clarke wanted Lexa more than Lexa had imagined. And if she wanted to be fucked, Lexa would most certainly oblige.
She pushed her cock into Clarke’s pussy until she’d managed to fill the woman with every inch. The heat from Clarke was climbing over her entire body as she began to move, and she wanted more and more and…
She felt a stinging, burning sensation on her back. And only when she blinked, forcing herself back into reality, did she realize Clarke was clawing at her as she released sobs of pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” she said in a whimper, “God, please— don’t stop-“
Lexa forced her silent with a kiss. It was wet and messy, but it delivered her message clearly: I wouldn’t dream of it. And she kept on, feeling Clarke’s walls kiss her cock goodbye before embracing it in a warm, tight hug again. She couldn’t understand how it could feel this good, this seraphic .
Clarke’s mind was not much different. She felt herself stretch around Lexa’s length before Lexa would reach the spot that drove her mad, the spot no one had ever reached before her. And, still, she wanted more. She wanted to feel Lexa everywhere, forever. She noticed the way Lexa would quicken her pace whenever she’d moan just right, and so she did it over and over as she watched Lexa lose herself inside of her. This girl would be the death of her, but, truthfully, she’d gladly die for this.
Clarke’s walls began to clench and unclench wildly, and her pussy was pulsating with each thrust. She was diving head first into white hot pleasure, using Lexa to take her there. Until, finally, she crashed. She moaned loudly, sure her scream shook the entire building.
Lexa watched as the woman threw her head back as her entire body contracted in pleasure, and her eyes didn’t leave Clarke until Clarke let herself fall against the bed again. She looked beautiful. Her mouth slightly agape, her baby hairs clinging to her forehead with sweat— angelic.
“You—“
Clarke opened her eyes and quickly brought a finger to Lexa’s mouth, “Don’t.” She was afraid she might like what Lexa had to say a little too much.
“I don’t take orders from you,” she challenged.
Clarke grinned as she stroked Lexa’s cheek, “You’ve been taking them so far.”
So, she was not angelic. No, she was devilish. And, perhaps, Lexa liked that more. Still, she had to prove Clarke wrong. She got up and flipped Clarke over so that she was looking at the woman’s ass now, and God, does it look better this way.
“Bring it up for me,” Lexa asked.
“Bring it up yourself.”
If Clarke was going to make her work for it, she figured she might as well earn it. Lexa gripped Clarke’s hips and jerked her body forward so that she was propped up on her knees. And, then, finally, she put herself inside of Clarke. Clarke gripped the sheets as she felt herself stretch at a new angle. Her pussy was still sensitive and she knew she’d finish again quickly.
Lexa began to take the older woman now. From this position it felt as if she were conquering her. Clarke’s ass bounced off of her as she thrusted back and forth. She slid her hand down Clarke’s back, making the blonde arch deliciously.
“Tell me how much you like it,” Lexa begged with a growl.
She let a loud moan escape into the air. “I love it,” she cried. “Don’t stop— never stop. God, your cock feels so good inside of me.”
When Lexa accelerated her pace, Clarke came again. This time wailing as she let herself go. At the same time, it had become enough to drive Lexa over the edge, too. She pulled out of Clarke and pumped her cock a few times before the jets of cum fell onto Clarke’s back.
Clarke fell against the bed, feeling it’s dampness. She was out of breath and knew she’d probably be sore tomorrow, she’d have to come up with an excuse for that.
Before she could think too much about the future, Lexa spoke again. “I’ll go get a towel.” She was back in seconds. She sat down on the bed next to where Clarke laid and began to wipe away the mess she’d made. When she was done, Clarke turned over on her side to face her. “Was that okay?”
Clarke smiled because how couldn’t she? Only Lexa would ask that moments after fucking her as she did. “It was amazing,” she said truthfully.
“Cool,” Lexa responsed awkwardly as she tapped her hands against her thighs.
“And you? Did you enjoy yourself?”
Lexa smiled and before she realized, she leaned down to kiss Clarke. It was soft and quick. Innocent. “Yeah,” she whispered when they pulled away.
Clarke cleared her throat and got up after that. “Right. Well, let’s definitely do it again sometime.” She began looking for her clothes, and when she finally found everything, she headed for the bathroom, “I’m going to run a quick shower and I can drive you home afterwards.”
Lexa didn’t get a chance to respond before Clarke was behind the bathroom door. While Clarke was gone, she took her time to remind herself that they were just hooking up, that Clarke was married— that she couldn’t get used to this even if she wanted to. Though, it was considerably harder to resist getting used to it than it was falling into the woman. Clarke was hypnotizing.
The drive back to Lexa’s started off quiet, but 5 minutes into the drive, when it was evident Clarke was not planning on saying anything, Lexa decided to speak. “Thank you,” was all she managed to say.
“For?” Clarke asked.
Lexa put her hand over the one Clarke had on the center console, “Trusting me, I guess.”
“What do you mean?”
“You could’ve chosen anyone, and you chose me. And, maybe it was only because of my looks, or something, but you let me see you in a way not many people will…so, thank you.”
To Lexa, sleeping with her was a privilege. Not something she was entitled to, not a chore, not a means to an end— it was a privilege, an honor. No one had ever seen it that way, not with her at least. And as the red light washed over them and Clarke looked at Lexa, she felt, for a moment, that she could get used to Lexa. Not now, and maybe not ever— but she could , if the pieces fell together, and if Lexa would have her. And when the light turned green and she was forced to look away from the girl, a small part of her hoped both conditions would be met.