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Clarke grabbed the lapel of Lexa’s jacket, tugging her closer and pressing her lips to the brunette’s, enjoying the simple kiss for a few minutes before sliding her tongue over Lexa’s lips, and her lips melted open, deepening the kiss.
Their hands scrambled up and down each other's arms, Clarke’s hands hooking around Lexa’s neck, Lexa’s hands wrapped around Clarke's curves. She shed her jacket and Clarke’s shirt, leaving her in her jeans and bra, and Lexa stepped back, taking in the heavenly sight before her.
“You’re so beautiful,” She muttered, Clarke blushing in response, but her train of thought was disrupted as clarke hooked a finger around the loop of Lexa’s jeans, hoisting herself towards her as she slipped a hand into her trousers, cupping her underwear and smirking at the feel of the wet cloth.
“Clarke, I-” Lexa started, speech smothered by Clarke’s lips, effectively shutting her up.
“Do you know..” Clarke gasped as she latched onto Lexa’s neck, “how wet I get..” she groaned, “knowing you get this wet..” she pulled her underwear to the side and sunk her fingers across her slit, eliciting a gasped and choked moan from Lexa as Clarke soaked her fingers and closed her eyes in astonishment, “just from looking at me?”
“Oh god, Clarke..” Lexa sighs, tilting her head back, allowing more room for Clarke to attack her pulse point, muttering obscenities at the ceiling, before giving up trying to reign it in for the benefit of their respective roommates down the hall. Besides, they were probably going at it like bunnies (a scene Lexa has had the misfortune of accidentally walking in on in the past) at that very moment, so what’s it to them if Clarke and Lexa have some fun of their own.
Lexa brought her hands up to Clarke’s face, cupping them and bringing their lips together, messy and uncoordinated. She was so deep into the kiss that she was startled when Clarke suddenly grasped at Lexa’s waist and pushed her onto the edge of the bed. One wet finger clinging onto the fabric of Lexa’s shirt reminded Clarke that they were both clothed: Lexa, fully and her, partially, but it was still too much. She needed skin on skin contact, and from the desperation filling Lexa’s eyes, it was clear that she needed it too.
“Take your shirt off,” Clarke demanded, hovering over Lexa, who stared helplessly back at her and complied almost immediately to her request. She sat, waiting for Clarke’s next demand, or action, or whatever, but she was too entranced by her blue eyes and breasts, tipping out of her bra, to even think straight.
“That’s good..” Clarke whispered, voice deep and heavy, her hands moving over to Lexa’s shoulders and playing with the bra straps until they fell down the sides of her arms. She reached behind Lexa and unclasped her bra, blue eyes fixated and unwavering on green as she tossed them to the corner of the room, out of sight. Looking down Lexa’s lithe body, breasts out and nipples visibly hardening, abs flexing as she held herself upright, Clarke took in the sight before her like it was her last meal. She nodded down at the jeans and her eyes shot up to meet Lexa’s. “Off,” was all she said and Lexa all but scrambled to shimmy out of her restricting jeans, leaving her clad only in black panties. Clarke reached for the top hem of the underwear and stretched it up, only to release it as it slapped back down on Lexa’s abdomen, the sound seeming to resound, mingling between Lexa’s heavy breathing and Clarke’s demands. At that, Lexa stripped completely naked, at Clarke’s mercy.
In response, and it was only fair, Clarke stripped down to meet Lexa, both naked on the bed as she crawled up, towards Lexa, and leaned in, lips millimetres apart, before she smirked and pulled back, “not yet..”
The look of confusion, frustration, and desperation on Lexa’s face was enough to spur Clarke on, grabbing Lexa’s hands and pinning them above her head, against the headboard.
“Seriously, Clarke?” Lexa whined, pouting as she looked up at the prison Clarke created with her surprisingly strong grip.
“Don’t worry,” Clarke whispered in Lexa’s ear, “You’ll get a good view.”
As she pulled back, she could see the lines of confusion on Lexa’s face, which quickly dissipated as her forest green eyes watched Clarke’s fingers dip into her own pussy, rolling over her clit and, not long after, she plunged two fingers deep inside herself, moaning with confidence as she pumped into her pussy, clutching at Lexa’s imprisoned fists to steady herself.
“This is.. what you do to me,” Clarke sighed, her voice deep and hazy as she fucked herself on top of Lexa, who’s eyes only darkened with hunger and frustration, squirming at the sight unfolding before her.
Desperate to move, to do anything to get Clarke off, Lexa bent her knees, trying to relieve some of the pressure building up in her own centre, while also trying to rub in between Clarke’s thighs, but she was only met with a stronger grip on her fists and a glare from Clarke, still fucking herself as she reprimanded Lexa.
“Did I say.. you could touch me..?” There was a hint of a smirk behind her words that gave Lexa hope of regaining freedom, though she did think that Clarke’s dominance was probably the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
Before she could even try, however, Clarke’s breath hitched and Lexa knew that she was close. Her iron grip on Lexa’s fists faltered and Lexa took the opportunity before her. She released a hand and traced it down Clarke’s body and in between her legs, where she dipped her fingers into the warm wetness of her pussy and found her clit, tracing circling around it to help her come. Her mouth, itching for any sort of touch, wrapped around Clarke’s nipple, sucking and kissing, licking her sternum, leaving a trail to find the other breast.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lexa you feel so g– OH GOD! Oh FUCK!” Clarke’s body stiffened as she pulsed around her fingers, still firmly placed inside her, thumb tangled between Lexa’s fingers. Her moans echoed so loudly that it was impossible that Satoru and Suguru didn’t hear, but at that moment, neither one could care.
Lexa released Clarke’s breast from her mouth with a pop, Clarke sighing a breathless laugh at the brunette’s confidence. Tipping Lexa’s head up with her finger, she leaned in to kiss her, deep with a post orgasmic haze, but she wasn’t done with Lexa quite yet. She pulled her fingers out from inside her, numb and coated in her own slick, and pulled away from the kiss just enough to fit her fingers in the space between their faces. Lexa’s breath hitched and she was practically struggling for air when she saw Clarke pop her fingers into her own mouth, sucking and tasting herself.
“Holy shit, Clarke,” Lexa sighed, astonished by how sexy the woman in front of her could be, and, not wanting to miss out on tasting Clarke for herself, she leaned in, kissing the base of Clarke's fingers, their tongues occasionally clashing, until Clarke just placed her fingers into Lexa’s mouth.
“You can just go straight to the source, you know?” Clarke huffed with a smile, desperate for more of Lexa’s mouth.
“Sure..” Lexa considered with exaggerated contemplation, “but I think I’ll take my time getting there..”
Clarke groaned, this time it was her, squirming for that second high, mercilessly teased by the woman in front of her. Apparently, payback was a bitch.