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Lexa settled onto the couch next to Clarke, pulling a blanket over them and handing Clarke the remote.
“Your pick.”
“I never know what to pick, Lex. Just put something on, I don’t care.”
“Okay, at least tell me movie or TV?”
“Movie?”
Lexa reluctantly grabbed the remote and started scrolling through Netflix, selecting a random movie she and Clarke had seen before. She wasn’t really in the mood for paying too much attention to it, and figured they’d both fall asleep anyway.
Clarke didn’t comment on her choice and curled up beside Lexa, pressing herself against her side.
Lexa was absentmindedly watching the movie, her arms crossed with her legs on the coffee table in front of them. She felt Clarke move closer to her and stiffened for a moment, before relaxing a bit. Clarke noticed her action and that Lexa looked tense.
“What’s wrong?” Clarke asked, looking at Lexa who was still focused on the screen.
“Nothing.” Lexa answered, obviously irritated with something.
“Liar. You’re not in a good mood. You don’t want to be here?”
“Of course I do Clarke.” Lexa said, turning to look at her. Her arms still crossed.
“Ok, so relax. You look so stiff, it’s Friday night. There’s nothing to stress about, it’s just me and you.” Clarke said, reassuringly, never breaking eye contact.
Lexa exhaled deeply and tried to refocus her energy. But something was bothering her. She had been stressed all week. She had just gotten a job at a firm and was struggling to prove herself as a new lawyer.
Clarke had stopped watching the movie now, concerned with Lexa. She reached out to grab one of her hands, and brought it on to her lap. Lexa didn’t move to look at her, she just kept staring at the screen with eyes that looked vacant. Inside, her heart was fluttering, but she had become so good at concealing that around Clarke.
Clarke entwined their fingers, softly stroking Lexa’s hand trying to reassure her, to calm her, to show her that she was there even if Lexa didn’t want to talk. She noticed that Lexa wasn’t reacting, so she brought her hand up to her mouth and kissed her knuckles. She kissed the first, and Lexa didn’t even flinch. When she kissed the second, Lexa moved slightly, and Clarke smiled against her hand.
“Lexa.” Clarke breathed.
“Yes, Clarke.” She said, still not looking at the blonde. Knowing that if she did, she wouldn’t be able to stop her eyes from flicking down to Clarke’s lips.
“I can help you feel less stressed out. I can help with whatever’s bothering you.” She said.
Lexa scoffed. “Really? How do you expect to do that?”
“Keep watching.” Clarke said.
Lexa was confused. Clarke would often do this, say slightly flirty things, play with her hands, hold her a little too long and a little too tight. But Lexa chalked it up to really close friendship, and didn’t want to get her own hopes up. She buried her feelings time and time again in favour of a really good friendship. She sighed and kept watching the movie, not knowing how Clarke planned to cheer her up.
Clarke, on the other hand, had a different idea. She could feel Lexa’s eyes on hers when she wasn’t looking, and she loved to be looked at like that. Lexa had never crossed any boundaries in their friendship and was always so respectful towards Clarke and she admired her for it. They had been best friends for two years. Clarke had broken up with her boyfriend two months ago and she and Lexa had been spending more time together since. And Clarke started to see her in a different light. Without Bellamy, she could see how kind Lexa was, how thoughtful, and how beautiful. She started looking forward to their movie nights all week, just to be close to the girl.
This night was the last straw. Lexa looked so in need of a touch. Words didn’t seem to be enough tonight, and Clarke needed to show her how she felt, she needed to explore it. Her attraction to Lexa was real, and she needed to prove to herself that it was.
Clarke kept holding Lexa’s hand, but she brought their hands under the blanket this time. Lexa twitched a little, but she responded with a soft stroke of her thumb against Clarke’s hand, and Clarke smiled. She was eliciting a response.
Then, with all the bravery she could muster, Clarke led both their hands to her own thigh. She removed her own, and placed it on top of Lexa’s, keeping it firm against her.
Lexa’s breathing increased and Clarke kept going, wanting to finally get what she was craving. She nudged Lexa’s hand more between her legs, still not quite at her centre and Lexa gasped a little, hands aching to travel higher but not daring to push a boundary. She wanted to feel Clarke so badly, but the possibility that Clarke was just playing with her had her on guard.
“Lex.” Clarke said.
Lexa finally turned to look at her, her eyes welling with tears, her heart beating so loudly she could hear it pulsing in her ears.
“What are you doing Clarke?” She asked. Not moving her hand from between Clarke’s legs.
“I said I could help you.”
“By doing what?”
“The best stress-relieving activity known to man.”
“Clarke…” Lexa breathed, squeezing the hand that was holding Clarke’s thigh, her hand nestled between soft skin.
“Just once, Lex.”
Lexa wrestled with the idea in her mind for a moment. She didn’t know if she could do that, just once and then never again. She didn’t know if she could walk around with those images in her head and not be able to act on them ever again. But then she thought about how much she’d wanted this girl since the first second they met, and she gave in. She convinced herself once was better than never, and this possibility, literally between her fingertips was not one she could ignore. Not now. Not when Clarke was offering.
Lexa opened her mouth to speak, but Clarke stopped her before she could say anything.
“Once. Please.”
Clarke was begging, and Lexa was not going to deny her. Not with the way Clarke was looking at her right now, with want in her eyes.
She nodded, and removed her hand from between Clarke’s legs. Clarke tried to protest, but Lexa moved her hands to the waistband of her shorts, and pulled at the strings. Clarke pushed the blanket off of them and stood up to take off her shorts. Lexa admired Clarke in her cute black underwear, her eyes glistening with hope, and tinged with the sadness of the moment.
Clarke moved to straddle Lexa’s lap, and rested her forehead against her, breathing her in for a moment. She broke apart for a moment to lift her shirt over her head, leaving her in her bra and her underwear. Lexa looked up at her like she was an angel, and settled her hands on Clarke’s hips, softly kneading her milky skin. Clarke leaned down, lips just ghosting over Lexa’s and Lexa trembled as she felt the first brush of Clarke against her.
Lexa pulled back for a moment. “Are you sure?” She asked.
Clarke nodded, leaning back in to press a soft kiss to Lexa’s lips. She explored her mouth tentatively, until she got more comfortable and started kissing her more roughly more deeply. She prodded Lexa’s mouth with her tongue, and as soon as she tasted the blonde, Lexa moaned loudly, her arms wrapping around Clarke’s back to hold her close, relishing in the feeling of her exposed skin against her hands.
“Touch me.” Clarke said, reaching back to unclip her bra, tossing it on the floor.
Lexa reached forward and grabbed Clarke’s face in her hands, kissing her roughly, nipping at her lips and sucking them into her mouth. Clarke responded just as eagerly, and felt Lexa’s hands trail up her sides, grasping at her chest, massaging her soft flesh in her hands. She kissed down Clarke’s neck, sucking a soft bruise into it so Clarke could remember this moment, so she could have a painted reminder of Lexa’s love.
She sucked at her collarbone, and Clarke urged her head downwards, to her chest. Lexa placed a soft kiss above her heart, and she took a nipple into her mouth, sucking the hard peak lightly, shivering at the taste of Clarke, moaning at the feel of her. Clarke was entranced by her, she could feel Lexa’s want in every kiss, and she moaned at the swirl of Lexa’s tongue, knowing it was skilled.
Clarke pulled Lexa back up to her, and stared in her eyes, brimming with tears.
“I want this. I want you.” She reassured her. Lexa nodded, staring back, searching for any hint of reluctance in Clarke’s eyes - there wasn’t any.
With that, Lexa grew more bold and laid Clarke down on the couch. She hovered above her, and then reached to pull her own shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and as soon as Clarke took in her naked chest, her eyes darkened, and she reached down to pull Lexa into another heated kiss, their chests pressing together. She trailed her hand up to knead at Lexa’s chest and Lexa moaned loudly, so sensitive and so worked up from every single touch, every single kiss.
Clarke reached down to pull at her own underwear, dragging them down her legs. Lexa helped pull them off the rest of the way, and she drooled at the sight of Clarke’s sex as her legs fell open.
Her brain was moving in slow motion, she felt like she was high and didn’t know what to do next, but Clarke snapped her back into reality, pulling her down once again. Lexa placed a thigh between Clarke’s legs and moaned at the wetness she felt on her. She started kissing down Clarke’s stomach, sucking more marks into her skin, touching every inch of skin.
She pressed a kiss right on Clarke’s mound, and sucked another bruise into her thigh. Clarke moaned loudly, anticipating the girl’s tongue, dripping with want.
“Lex. Please, I can’t take it anymore.” She whined, canting her hips upwards, urging Lexa to touch her.
“Tell me how much you want it.” Lexa breathed against her core, earning another bucking of Clarke’s hips. If she was going to have Clarke, she wanted to relish in every possible moment. To hear the words that would make it real.
“I want you. I want you so badly. I want you to fuck me. Please.” Clarke pleaded.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
Clarke kicked her legs a bit, frustrated.
“With your tongue. I want your mouth. Please. I want you.” Clarke put her hand between her legs and spread her lips, allowing her wetness to trickle down. “I’m aching for you, I’ve never been this wet, please.”
Lexa was dripping into her underwear, she didn’t think she had ever been this turned on either. This slow tease was killing her, but she was loving every word coming out of Clarke’s mouth.
Satisfied, Lexa pressed a kiss to Clarke’s clit, and her hips bucked up immediately. She slowly licked through her once, twice, and then dipped her tongue inside Clarke, tasting her for the first time. She wrapped her arms around Clarke’s legs, holding her thighs down on the couch while she fucked her with her tongue. Clarke moaned so loud, and Lexa just needed to hear more of her, feel more of her, taste more of her. She sucked Clarke’s clit into her mouth and Clarke nearly screamed at the roll of her tongue, at her pressing and sucking and licking with just the right pressure. In two minutes, her hips were canting with so much force Lexa struggled to hold her down, and Clarke came with a loud moan with Lexa’s tongue on her clit. Lexa licked her slowly through her orgasm and licked every last drop of Clarke’s juices. She pressed a final kiss to Clarke’s clit, then her mound, and kissed her way right up to her lips.
“Kiss me.” Clarke pleaded.
Lexa stared at her and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, but Clarke immediately introduced her tongue, tasting herself on Lexa’s.
“Mm. Do you like how I taste?” Clarke teased, licking Lexa’s lips.
“I love it.” Lexa replied, kissing Clarke again.
“I want to touch you.” Clarke declared. Lexa fixated on Clarke’s lips, on how they moved as she articulated her words.
She flipped Lexa over and grabbed her waistband, pulling her shorts and panties down at the same time.
“Do you want that?” Clarke asked.
“Y-yes.” Lexa trembled at the thought. She hadn’t known if Clarke would want to.
Clarke pressed her body down against Lexa’s, gripping her thigh and wrapping it around her, pushing into her centre and rocking into her. Lexa started to moan, enjoying the friction Clarke was creating. Clarke pressed her centre against Lexa’s and Lexa nearly came at the feeling of Clarke’s wetness mingling with her own.
“God this feels really good.” Clarke moaned. “But I want to do something else.”
Clarke reached down and started rubbing at Lexa’s clit, who moaned appreciatively in response. She could come just from this.
“God, Clarke. Don’t stop.” Lexa pleaded, enjoying her touch, her senses in overdrive as Clarke rolled the nub with her finger.
She leaned down to press kisses to Lexa’s neck, sucking a hickey into it, kissing up to Lexa’s ear before she whispered.
“Can I feel inside you?”
“Yes. Yes. Please.”
Clarke dipped a finger into Lexa’s wetness and moaned at the feeling. She loved it. She loved feeling her. Loved watching her face as she experienced her pleasure. And she knew she was going to love it when Lexa came around her fingers. She entered her with a second digit and started thrusting them inside her, rubbing at her clit. Lexa’s eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned loudly. Clarke’s fingers were hitting just the right spot, curled at just the right angle and Lexa knew she was done for.
“Clarke.” Lexa moaned loudly, and somehow Clarke knew exactly what she needed.
She kept her hands in place and brought her lips to Lexa’s, who sucked and bit Clarke’s bottom lip into her mouth as she came, drawing a bit of blood from the blonde. Clarke moaned, loving how Lexa trembled and clenched around her fingers, her eyes shut tight as she rode out her orgasm against Clarke lips. She slowed her fingers when Lexa stopped shaking, and pulled them out slowly. Lexa looked up at Clarke and saw her bloody lip.
“I’m sorry for that.”
Lexa leaned up to kiss the blood away from her lips and Clarke was surprised for a moment, but the action was sweet to her, and caring. She could feel that Lexa wanted all of her.
“Was this your first time? With a girl?” Lexa asked.
“Yes.”
“And?”
Clarke laid down beside Lexa and propped herself up on her elbow. She brought her other hand down to trace Lexa’s bicep.
“It was amazing.” She pressed a kiss to Lexa’s arm while Lexa studied her face. “You are very, very good at this.” She said, smiling.
“And what about you? Did that relieve your stress?”
“Definitely.” Lexa replied, exhausted.
Clarke rested her head on Lexa’s chest, and fell asleep to the soft sound of her heartbeat.