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“Shut up, Lexa! Or I’m gonna tell Clarke about your secre- OW!” Lincoln yelled playfully as he saw Lexa starting to get up, running away from the table, “if you hurt me, I’m exposing you!” he called over his shoulder as he jumped over the couch. Lexa watched as Lincoln turned back and shot her a silly “can't catch me now” face, before Octavia got up and stood behind him, hands on her hips and a disappointed look. Lexa held in her breath, watching as Lincoln turned around, traces of his mischievous expression still on face as he set eyes on his girlfriend, and jumped up in surprise, scrambling down to the floor, fearful of the expression she donned. At the sight of her (whipped) friend on the floor, Lexa practically guffawed, clutching her stomach with laughter.
“Fuck!! Oh my god!!”
“Lincoln! I told you not to— UGH!” Octavia reprimanded in between laughs.
“Wait, what secret??” Clarke chimed in, only just catching on to what Lincoln had said.
Octavia looked at Lexa with a sympathetic face and mouthed a “sorry!” at her friend whose eyes shot wide.
By now, Lexa's laughter had died down a little, a few residual giggles littered every few seconds as she waved her hand at Clarke in a “oh, it's nothing” way and looked down at Lincoln, daggers shooting out of her eyes.
But it wasn’t enough to stop Lincoln from intervening even further, even at his defeated state on the floor.
“Lexa—” his words cut short by his gasp of breath after Lexa jabbed him in the stomach with her foot, her eyes glued to Clarke with a defensive yet innocent smile.
“Lexa! Tell me, c’mon!” Clarke pleaded, giggling at Lexa’s blushed complexion at her obvious embarrassment.
“It’s not even that bad, it’s just..” Lexa sighed, her eyes closing and tipping her head up to the ceiling and breathing out a laugh.
“It’s just..? Lex—” Clarke started, getting up from her seat to move towards her girlfriend before a phone ringing in Octavia’s pocket brought the attention towards the dark haired woman.
As Octavia pulled out her phone and answered the call, Lexa slowly turned to face Clarke, who just turned her head away from her roommate to give Lexa a questioning look. The brunette just responded with the shake of her head, attention quickly diverted to the “Hello?” from Octavia’s direction.
“Oh hey, Rae,” she said, a few moments of silence passing before she replied, “You’re with Anya, right?”, and finally, she concluded the call with: “Cool, me and Linc are on our way.”
As Lincoln headed towards the coat rack, he looked at Octavia and motioned his head towards the girls on the other side of the room as Clarke poked Lexa in the stomach trying to pry the “secret” out of her. Octavia rolled her eyes, and walked with her arm wrapped around Lincoln’s towards the door, opening it as Lincoln said, “good luck, Lexa!” at which she turned back and scowled.
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“Oh my god, Lexa, you’re so dramatic, baby, I promise, nothing you say will ever drive me away, just tell me,” Clarke continued her pleas, until she thought of an incentive to make Lexa tell her; she wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon, especially when teasing her about it made the tips of her ears burn red, her flustered expression was just too cute to ignore, “tell me… or I’m gonna get you sooo hot and bothered…” Lexa gulped audibly as Clarke stepped into her space, face leaning into her own and breath mingling with her own, “and just when I’ve got you on the edge of release…” by now Lexa knew where this was going, and she frowned to show just how much she disliked this new development, almost whining her frustrations before she’d even felt them, “I’m gonna stop and I’m gonna watch you squirm, and beg, and plead for my mouth, and you’ll just have to suffer, because I’m not gonna—”
“Fine! Fine… God, Clarke, you can really paint a picture with your words..” Lexa huffed away the hair that had fallen over her face.
“Being an art student pays off,” she shrugged, then added: ”Besides, words aren’t the only things I can paint with…” She wiggled her eyebrows, sticking her tongue as if the obscene (hot) insinuation wasn’t obvious enough. “But only if you tell me your.. Secret..” By now Clarke assumed it was something sexual because of how distinct her bedroom embarrassment is from Lexa’s other expressions.
Finally, Lexa gave in.
“Okay, so I talking to Anya about… you know… us,” a smile crept onto Clarke’s face, smug and proud, “and, well she was telling me about her and Raven—way too much information, by the way, I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to see her in the same way anymore—” Clarke rolled her eyes; Lexa has always been somewhat nervous about sex (except when she was actually having it..) as long as she’d known her, “anyway, so she was raving about.. Sex toys..” Now, Clarke got it, or at least she thought she did, but she let Lexa go on, captivated by her nervous confession. “I didn’t really think anything of it until I walked past an.. adult store on my way out of uni and I sort of remembered what she talked about so I sort of went in and sort of bought some… toys,” and with that Clarke’s eyes lit up, hungry with excitement.
“Unfortunately, I ran into Octavia there,” this, Lexa said with a giggle, more comfortable now that Clarke seemed to be enjoying the story, “saying she was buying something and inserting herself, as she does, into my business and following me as I, um, shopped.” still uncomfortable herself, however, explaining this mortifying story. “Apparently, watching me cluelessly wander around in a sex shop made its way into Octavia and Lincoln’s pillow talk, but, whatever,” she added, with a roll of her eyes.
Clarke just smirked back, and held her hand up to stop Lexa from rambling for a second.
“So your whole secret and this whole big deal you made about it was that you bought sex toys?” she clarified, unable to suppress a giggle halfway through.
“Okay, hold on Clarke, you made a big deal out of this, I was going to tell you.. eventually, I was just nervous about.. introducing it,” Lexa huffed defensively.
Clarke’s face turned deadpanned for a second, stepping even closer to the woman in front of her. How could she be nervous about that, Clarke wondered, drawing up her eyebrows as though she were expecting more from Lexa’s mouth.
Lexa, however, seemed to have misinterpreted Clarke’s expression, shaking her head softly and scratching the back of her head with her hand. “I told you, I was nervous… obviously for good reason, I’m sorry, I just wanted to—”
Clarke’s mouth on Lexa’s quickly shutting her up, the brunette’s regret and confusion fading from her face as she sank into the kiss. Clarke pulled back a few seconds after Lexa felt her smile against her lips.
“Lexa. You’re such a drama queen.”
“But I thought you—”
“You’re so cute, ohmygod,” Clarke said in one breath, “Lexa, you’re the sexiest person that I have ever seen, and I feel like you don’t really even get that,” at that Lexa opened and closed her mouth, opened again only for a soundless noise to escape, almost a whimper but not quite, but it was definitely enough for Clarke’s eyes to darken, an iron vice clasping her heart at the sight. “I am this close to going to your apartment right now and fucking you until you pass out.”
Lexa’s pupils practically exploded as Clarke spoke, hoping she was going to go through with her threat (or promise?), before remembering one important and slightly embarrassing detail.
“Well maybe you won’t have to because I kind of… left the toys here,” Clarke frowned in confusion and Lexa elaborated, “I wanted to surprise you so I stuffed them in Octavia’s closet until I decided I would wait a while and I kinda just left them here until… well, now.”
Clarke’s eyes widened and filled with lust and excitement, and at the thought of fucking Lexa with a strap-on, she was all but foaming at the mouth. She released her hold of Lexa’s hand as she stepped back, holding her gaze on the green eyes in front of her, only broken when she lifted her own shirt up over her head. Lexa mentally kicked herself for the noise that escaped her mouth as she watched and found that Clarke wasn’t wearing anything under her shirt, shameless ogling her naked breasts, eyes drifting down to trace her almost naked body, her crotch covered by the pyjama shorts which only grazed the top of her thighs anyway.
“I really don’t know why you’re nervous about this sort of stuff, but I swear, Lexa, I will make you forget about any doubts you have about it,” Lexa’s legs wobbled, almost giving way at the low tone in which Clarke said those words. Clarke walked towards her now, slightly off centre, seemingly headed for the door as she whispered into Lexa’s right ear, “I wanna see these clothes,” she tilted her head down to look at the brunette’s body, “gone when I come back.”
Without looking back, Clarke stepped out of the room and closed the door, but not before she heard the quick shuffling of movement from behind her, a smile forming on her face, relishing in the effect she had on Lexa.
Scurrying to her roommates bedroom, not wanting to waste a second, she threw the door open and went for the closet, tossing the clothes on the floor (she’ll apologise to Octavia for the mess later) to uncover the toys hidden at the back, she grabbed the bag and walked out and over to her own room, exhaling a shaking sigh in an attempt to compose herself.
Before Clarke even got a word out, Lexa came at her, attacking her lips, pushing her against the bedroom door, hands roaming all over her upper body, and when Clarke wrapped her leg around Lexa’s waist, she steadied herself with a hand wrapped around her knees. Not even a two seconds passed before Clarke dropped the bag on the floor and melted into the kiss, pulling her head back just enough to drag a tongue all the way from Lexa’s chin to the roof of her mouth, drawing a long groan from the brunette, whose thigh was pressed up against Clarke’s centre. At the touch, both women moaned simultaneously: Clarke, at the feel of Lexa’s skin against her wet slit, and Lexa, at the realisation that Clarke wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath her shorts.
“Fuck, Clarke, you were sitting like this when Octavia and Lincoln were here?” Lexa breathed, lifting her head up as Clarke licked the length of her neck.
“So what.. if I liked the thrill? I kept hoping—mmfph,” Clarke moaned and she felt Lexa pump her thigh against her pussy, “fuck—I kept hoping that you’d see..” she breathed, “and get all flustered like you do, but,” Lexa felt her smile against her neck, before she drew her head up to stare at the green eyes in front of her, “I guess this is good enough.”
As if the image of a flustered Lexa reminded her, she reached down, blue eyes still glued to green, and dug into the bag, and at the feel of silicone, cloth, and metal, her eyes widened.
“Too much for you?” Lexa teased, confidence now reinstated. (Clarke knew Lexa sheds her embarrassment when she’s turned on, but this really was almost too much for her, seeing Lexa cocky and commanding above her, smirking as if she knew Clarke’s knees were about to buckle.)
Clarke’s eyes lit up as she pulled the strap-on out of the bag, but her smile faltered a little as she did so. She’s used one before so it’s not that she doesn’t know what to do with it, it’s just that doing this with Lexa seems like a big deal, she doesn’t know why.
However, clearly catching on to Clarke’s shift in demeanor, Lexa tilted her head. “Something wrong?”
Clarke took her free hand and cupped Lexa’s face, bringing her in for a deep, searing kiss, before pulling away and searching her eyes. “Are you sure you wanna do this? With me, I mean.. Because I really want to, like really, but if you’ve never done this what if you don’t— I mean what if I can’t—”
Clarke’s (pointless) rambling died down as soon as Lexa huffed out a laugh and shook her head once.
“You really think I would go out of my way to buy this stuff—it’s not just the strap-on, by the way—” Clarke’s eyebrows jumped up in excitement, “if I didn’t want this?”
“I guess not.”
“Good. So can we get to the part where you fuck me senseless?” Lexa whispered as she watched Clarke’s eyes darken again, “And don’t worry, I’m pretty sure seeing you in that harness will be enough to make me come.”
Clarke raised an eyebrow, slowly stepping into the harness.
“I guess I’ll just have to take my time then,” she tightened one side of the strap, “can’t have you coming too soon,” now the other side, “I wanna have my fun with you.”
She pushed Lexa off her, and moved them both towards the bed, where the brunette fell, holding herself up by her elbows as Clarke climbed up the bed on her knees and dipped down without a second to spare and started to licked up the length of Lexa’s body, her tongue dipping into Lexa’s dripping slit and gathering all the wet slick in her mouth, licking up to the crease between her leg and her crotch, kissing the hair on her mound along the way. Lexa arched her back at the touch, the swell of her breasts seeming much more prominent from Clarke’s angle, prompting her to lick up her abs, feeling them tense at her touch, until she reached her sternum.
As she lifted her head up from Lexa’s body, she watched the woman beneath her as her eyes seared into hers, hazy from Clarke’s touch but still entrancing. Without straying from each other’s eyes, Clarke leaned in closer to Lexa’s breast, capturing it in her mouth, her tongue swirling the bud of her nipple, sucking, while her hand reached for her other breast, alternating the pressure of her fingers from a tight pinch to a soft roll of her thumb over the nipple. The look Lexa was giving her sent jolts to her clit, and Clarke inadvertently shifted her hips slightly, looking for friction from the dildo attached to the harness, moaning loudly into Lexa’s nipple.
Much to Lexa’s dismay, Clarke removed the warmth of her mouth from Lexa’s breast, watching as she moved her free hand down to her dripping pussy, exclaiming as she felt the cool skin over her clit, circling and flicking at the bud. At this point, Lexa had almost forgotten about the strap-on, so focused on Clarke’s touch, but she was also squirming for it, lifting her ass up helplessly just to get some contact with the (obscene but insanely sexy) toy. Before she could even voice her complaints to Clarke and urge her to fuck her already, Clarke broke her gaze with Lexa to look down at her abused and bruised nipple, kissing it before she released a string of saliva from her mouth, landing on her breast, and leaning down to lick it up again.
“Fuck, Clarke,” Lexa sighed at the sight, body shaking from the swirls of Clarke's fingers on her clit.
Clarke smiled, glad to have that effect on her, and before either of them could say any more, she positioned herself further closer to the Lexa and lined up the dildo with Lexa’s entrance and thrusted, slow at first, the length of the toy not quite fitting immediately. Lexa groaned as she felt her pussy stretch, and Clarke, watching Lexa’s reaction, pulled back and thrusted even deeper, the dildo hitting a wall inside Lexa, making her scream.
“FUCK, Clarke, you feel so good, don’t stop, ohmyg—FUCK,” Lexa exclaimed as Clarke thrusted in and out, Lexa’s pussy wet and slippery by now. The brunette reached up and dug her fingers into Clarke’s hair, pulling her closer, lips reaching for hers, breathing her in as their heads shook together with each thrust. “Fuck me harder, fuck, Clarke, I need you to— OH GOD.”
Clarke’s thrusts slowed as Lexa clenched around the dildo, pulsing and gripping onto it, making it harder for the blonde to pull out, so she carried on, pushing into Lexa, trying to prolong her orgasm. Lexa reached for Clarke’s ass, trying to grab onto something, anything to steady herself as her vision returned.
“God, Lexa, I could watch you orgasm everyday and it still wouldn’t cease to amaze me how beautiful you are,” Clarke leaned in for Lexa’s lips, kissing her messily, her mind still catching up to what she just witnessed. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” Lexa looked up at her, watching as Clarke traced her fingers down Lexa’s body, finally hooking two inside Lexa’s slit, and curving them up to meet her front wall with aggression, Lexa gasping and arching her back in response. “All of this is mine.”