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Lexa was just the pair of green eyes you would see in the rearview mirror from your vantage point in the back of the hired town car, her job for the past year. It was only supposed to be for a few months while she got back on her feet after losing the job at the law firm she started after college.
Lexa was the latest hired and first laid off in the hierarchy system. By no fault of her own, she got kicked out of her apartment after her girlfriend broke up with her and had slept on her friend's sofa until they had enough of her late hours.
Raven and Anya, a very settled couple, didn't care for her inconsistent ability to pay her part of the rent on time and the late hours. Raven pleaded on her behalf to Anya, and they gave her six months to find a new place.
Lexa was in the last month when she finally saved up enough to rent an apartment when her job became more consistent. (First and last, with a twelve hundred dollar deposit. Thank you very much!) Lexa was almost down to her last thousand dollars in savings, and Anya was more than happy to help pack up her meager belongings. There were six boxes and a couple of duffle bags with all her clothes and shoes. She helped her move into the tiny one-bedroom apartment with a view of the park.
That's if you stood on the corner of the iron rod balcony and leaned over and looked right and passed the billboard across the street, you could see the park.
Lexa liked it.
People who knew her would say that it pretty much defined who she was—a somewhat average, insignificant, painfully gay lesbian. It wasn't to say that her apartment is queer or anything like that. It was different.
You could call it quaint and ancient, but everything worked. Like Lexa, all the time. Lexa was going on twenty-four. But, way too old not to have a defined career. Something that would give her stability if that thing was even possible anymore. She did have hope.
It was somewhat like the studio apartments Lexa had rented before she met her last girlfriend (the girl who won't be named.) She really did a number on her. She lied to Lexa when she confronted her about another text from 'she's only a friend Monica' posing in a revealing two-piece bathing suit that barely covered her tits, in a cute selfie near the beach that Lexa didn't appreciate. Somehow it became all about her being scared shitless to commit to a relationship. Monica was ready when Lexa wasn't, and TGWWBN kicked her out.
To Lexa's disappointment in her new freedom of being single, she drunken texted her a few times and later was pretty disappointed in herself for being weak.
Lexa's new home was her sanctuary. She could have privacy, a place to put all her stuff, and no one hogging the bathroom when she so desperately needed to pee.
She loved her friends, but they were getting on Lexa's nerves as much she annoyed the hell out of them.
~
Lexa leaned against the town car, checking her watch for the umpteenth time. "Where the hell is she?" The next job she had was an older woman. By her concise message, she wasn't to be late (she wasn't), park the car by the entrance (she did), and don't talk unless asked a question, and her luggage sent down earlier was in the trunk.
When at last, the doorman moved to open the door, the woman waved at her. Lexa moved to quickly open the back passenger door as the woman slid inside. Lexa was about to close the door when the woman called out to another person to hurry up. Lexa turned and almost ran face and breast first into the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Lexa took in a startled breath.
Okay, like I know. You've read this before. But, let me stop you right there. So this woman was my height and wore a summer dress, and when she flipped her long blond hair back, her blue eyes caught mine for just about one second too long. In that one second, I saw a young girl dancing with her friends at a summer slumber party when she was twelve. A girl too shy to say 'Hi' when getting caught staring too long at me at the corner coffee shop. A woman I had just met and breathed in the scent, sucking in her sweet aroma for the first time as she began to pull me closer to her body and edged her thigh between my legs: A woman whose eyes just made me ache along the entire length of my body for want of her.
The second passed, and the woman found her spot next to the older woman. Lexa's instructions were dinner and then LAX,
"I still don't know why I couldn't have taken you in my car, Mother."
"Don't be silly. The guild pays for the service, and I wanted to spend as much time with you as before heading to London."
"It was no bother. We still would have been together."
Lexa was getting the impression that having a third set of ears listening to their conversation wasn't something the blond wanted. So, Lexa tried to make herself small and not intrusive. She avoided looking in the rearview mirror and used the side mirrors to gauge the traffic, and accidentally looked up and into her eyes again for just one second.
And in that one second, the woman looks over her second glass of wine, her cheeks rosy. A second where she leans into me, pulling a blond curl of hair around her finger, and then laughs at my lame jokes. A second where she cups the back of my neck and...
The honk nearly made Lexa pee her pants as she moved back into her lane with a sudden, almost overcorrecting move that she couldn't hide as she meant to do that.
The older woman huffed, "Dear God, watch where you're going."
"Mother, please."
"I can't help it if the best you can hope is a total stranger doesn't kill you on the way to dinner."
"We survived."
Lexa cringed. She was an excellent driver. Never had a ticket, never drove drunk or under any other, perfectly legal substance, no more seconds for you, Woods. Just do your job, and don't kill anyone.
"Listen, I'm not blaming someone if all they do is drive cars for a living. All I asked is get me there safely."
"I'm sure we all want to get there safely, including our driver. I'm sorry, what is your name?" The blond asked.
Lexa had to speak, but her voice was somewhere below the lump in her throat that had just grown to the size of a walnut. Lexa cleared her throat and said, "Lexa."
"Yes, Lexa. I'm sure she wants to get there safe also."
Lexa nodded, then coughed again. Don't make a big deal about it. But her pits started to sweat when she realized that the blond knew her name. She said my name. A blush came to her cheeks. Lexa couldn't help but glance back once they were at a stoplight. This time she could look back at her for more than one second while the woman gazed out of the tinted passenger window.
She has a small and probably the cutest beauty mark above her smile, perfect eyelashes, and a dimple on her chin. The seconds passed, and Lexa took her eyes away for a second to check the red light, then back to the woman. But now, the blond's eyes were fixed on her. Lexa wanted to look away, but she let the seconds drag on. She didn't blink and didn't gaze elsewhere. The woman held her captured and saw an almost imperceptible squint of those blue eyes. Lexa was quite sure she saw it until another honk from a car behind them, signaling the light had turned green.
Her mother was about to speak up when the blond spoke first. "I'm happy you came to town, Mom."
"Me too, Clarke. Next time it won't be because of a gallery opening. We'll do something again real soon."
Her name is Clarke. Lexa didn't know why, but the sudden knowledge of the beautiful woman's name changed everything.
~
The waiting wasn't that bad. Lexa would spend a few hours waiting while her party had dinner. If lucky and has time, have something to eat herself. She didn't mind. They were the real people, probably important people who had real jobs and lives.
She studied the wanted ads and circled a few that looked interesting. One was a dog walker—a lot of jobs for house cleaning. The pay wasn't bad, but the thought of mopping up after someone else gave her the willies. She wasn't a germophobe, and she would take that job if nothing else were available. She told herself that, yet continued in her driving job.
She did find it interesting. How many times has she driven and listened to intimate conversations about deep dark secrets and read in between the lines of these complete strangers? Sometimes it would only be for a couple of hours, sometimes longer, and they would become a part of her life, if just for those few moments.
She found Clarke, with the blue eyes, fascinating. Even though they barely spoke on the ride to the restaurant. Yes, she was gorgeous and shy, even with eye contact. Well, especially with eye contact. Lexa tried to convince herself that there was something more with the woman.
"Hey, Woods!" Junior, a driving buddy, pulled alongside her car and rolled down his window, and she leaned over. "How's it going, bud?"
"You know, just waiting for my party. Where are you heading to?"
"I've got a pickup bunch ladies out for a bride's last night out party."
"Ooh, sounds like fun." It does on paper until the crying starts. Then one wallflower drinks too much and is puking all over the inside of your car. Vomit was a deal-breaker. Lexa could almost put up with everything, but not that.
"I hope so. I'll catch you later."
"You bet."
Lexa checked her watch, and she had enough time to go to the bathroom and wash her hands. She sat down next to the occupied stall doing her business when she heard the sound of her voice. Clarke was in the next stall over, talking to a friend. Her voice was a little slurred.
"She's a brunette."
Lexa's face blushed bright red, and her heart began to race.
"No, I don't know how old she is."
Lexa swallowed. She leaned back and tried to see the person in the next stall over between the crack. It wasn't possible. She leaned over to the right and saw the edge of the woman's dress to make sure this was Clarke. Yup, it was her.
"Probably, but I don't think I could do that, not with my mother sitting right next to me. You think I should try?" She said with a laugh. Clarke was feeling her wine and sounded a little drunk and feisty.
Lexa was intrigued. A million things tumbled into her head of what she would like to do with Clarke. And no, her mother couldn't be sitting right there.
"I know this would be the first time. I will. Please stop already. Okay, I'll try the first chance I get. I'll call you later."
Lexa quickly got out of the stall and washed and dried her hands, trying to get out of the bathroom before the stall door opened. She wasn't fast enough when she turned, and again, she ran into Clarke.
"Sorry, I had to use the restroom," Lexa said sheepishly. Clarke must have known she had just heard her conversation. Lexa tried not to blush at her gaze. Now that it was only the two of them, Clarke took a harder look at her.
"Your name is Lexa, right?" She swayed a bit.
"Yes, it is, and you are?" Lexa put out her hand to shake but pulled it back when Clarke went to wash her hands. Cool your jets, Woods
"Clarke, Clarke Griffin. I'm sorry about my mother," she said while watching her through the mirror.
"Don't be, I understand." Lexa did a quick glance down at the blond's hands, relieved she didn't wear a wedding ring.
Clarke dried her hands and tossed the wet towel in the trash. "Well, I should probably get back to my mother. We shouldn't be much longer. Sorry, you have to wait."
"No problem. It's my job." Clarke turned her head with a questioning look.
"To wait for people." Lexa could have kicked herself. She wasn't usually this lame, but when standing next to Clarke's perfection and being able to look at her longer than a second was intoxicating. If she didn't move out of the room, she might do something she would regret.
What Clarke did next, Lexa could write an epic novel about in her later years. When the time had passed her by, and she lived vicariously through the lost moments of her life. Clarke leaned over and touched her arm and moved her cheek to mere centimeters from Lexa's face. Lexa inhaled her scent, and as it filled her lungs, she closed her eyes to imprint her scent onto her brain cells forever. Clarke's aroma was sweet, spicy, and something else. She smelled, quite frankly, perfect.
"Someone like you should never have to wait, Lexa." Clarke winked as she pulled back and let her arm go. She left Lexa standing in the middle of the bathroom and watched the door swing shut behind her.
Her words echoed over and over in her head as she walked through the restaurant. "Someone like me should never have to wait." Who is this woman?
As Lexa passed the bar, the song, The Girl from Ipanema, played in the background. Not the Frank Sinatra version, but the one by Astrud Gilberto from 1964.
Clarke wasn't tall and dark, but when Clarke goes walking by, all Lexa could do was say Ahh. If joy had a face, it would be Clarke's and how she made her feel at that moment.
Lexa waited by the town car parked near the restaurant entrance and gazed inside at the patrons eating. That's when she saw her face again. Clarke was engaged with her mother and didn't see her watching. They seemed to be in another argument, then Clarke threw her napkin on the table and called for the waiter for their check. Her mother grabbed it first, and Clarke didn't wait for her and left her mother behind.
Clarke returned to the car, and Lexa hesitated to speak. But everything inside of her was aching to know if she was okay. The rules as a driver made this verboten. Instead, she opened the door and held out her hand to help Clarke into the car. Clarke's demeanor had changed into an unreadable expression. What did her mother say to her that would cause this angel to be so sad?
Her mother soon followed and irritating content. Lexa didn't know why, but it stung her to no end. How can she be happy when Clarke is upset? Lexa opened the door for her and quickly got back into the car to head for LAX. It was a late flight, and she would have plenty of time to check her bags.
The silence between mother and daughter lasted most of the trip. Unfortunately, Clarke sat in the other seat behind her, and she couldn't see her eyes. Not unless she moved the mirror. That would be too obvious, so she didn't. Her mother, however, was visible. She had only a few lines on her face and dark brown hair, and she didn't resemble Clarke at all.
Lexa was lost in thought and almost jumped when her mother finally spoke up. "Just give him a call. What would it hurt, Clarke?"
Clarke sighed, and Lexa's heart dropped to her stomach. "Why can't you just let me..." Clarke's voice trailed off, unable to finish the statement, which gave Lexa time to try and fill in the blanks. Just let her be what?
"Just do this one thing for me, Clarke, and I won't ask another thing from you." Her mother was relentless. I'll give her that. Lexa was hoping that Clarke wouldn't fall for the obvious guilt trip.
"I can't. Please stop asking me."
"Find. But, when you're alone, at nearly twenty-seven, don't blame me when all your friends are getting engaged, married with a child on the way."
"Stop."
"I'm sorry," her mother said.
"No, I want the driver to stop."
Lexa looked up at her mother. "I'm sorry I can't stop on the freeway, ma'am."
"I know that, and please just drive the car, will you?"
"Yes, sorry," Damn. Lexa's face burned, and now she felt like she was intruding, but she was stuck in the car, like Clarke, with nowhere to go but forward.
They were quiet the rest of the way to LAX, and she pulled into the drop-off zone and popped the trunk to remove the older woman's baggage. Lexa set her suitcases on the carry rack and handed the skycap a twenty. She rushed to open the door for the older woman and helped her out of the car. Clarke was already out of the car and stood to one side, waiting for her mother.
Lexa couldn't help to hear their remaining conversation. "I know you mean well, but you've just got to me live my life how I see fit. You didn't raise me not to have a backbone, and I can't help but put my foot down now. I hope you understand."
Her mother pulled her into an embrace, and Lexa looked down at her feet. She hoped that the subject would drop about some guy she wanted Clarke to call.
"I'll have him call you, Clarke." With that, the woman twirled and followed the skycap into the airport.
Clarke's blue eyes turned dark as they followed her mother until the sliding doors shut behind her. She turned to Lexa and said. "Get me the hell out of here, please."
"Right away, ma'am."
She huffed out an apologetic sigh and said, "Please, just call me Clarke."
"Yes, Clarke." Lexa opened the door for her, pausing as she adjusted herself in her seat. "Are you okay?" Rules be damned.
"I'm fine. It always happens every time my mother comes to town. Just take me back to my apartment." Clarke gave her the address, and Lexa plugged it into her GPS.
The drive back was quiet, and Clarke was sitting where she could glance back to see her again. Lexa wanted to talk to her and wondered if her previous instruction of not speaking unless asked a question was still in force.
She took a chance and said. "Can I ask you a question, Clarke?"
Clarke turned to look at her again through the reflection in the mirror, and she didn't seem intoxicated anymore, just a little sad. "Sure, go ahead."
Lexa took a breath and let what she was thinking spill out all at once.
"What did you mean in the bathroom when you said someone like me should never have to wait?"
Clarke's first response was a warm, throaty laugh that sent chills down Lexa's spine. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did."
"Sorry, my brain is a little fried. I was up all night at the hospital and only had a few hours of sleep; then, I had to meet my mother for dinner. It was supposed to be longer, but she's always in a rush. When she started in my miserable love life, or lack thereof, I drank a little more than usual. Sorry, I didn't mean to confuse you, Lexa."
"I'm not confused. Not at all."
"I guess what I meant, someone like you, someone that looks like you shouldn't have to wait for anyone."
"But it's my job, Clarke," Lexa said earnestly.
"I know. I guess I don't know what I was trying to say to you."
Lexa decided just to change the subject and get Clarke off the hook. She might be giving Clarke the same treatment her mother did and mentally kicked herself.
"So, you work at a hospital?"
"I do."
"Are you a doctor?"
"Trying to be. I'm an aspiring doctor in a residency program in the specialty of pediatrics for the moment."
"Wow. I'll bet you see some crazy stuff."
Lexa could tell by how Clarke's eyes sparkled that she enjoyed her work. "Kids keep you on your toes," Clarke said. "And you're a driver?"
"I prefer the word chauffeur, and yes, for now, I used to work for a law firm until I lost my job."
"Oh, I'm sorry. How did you decide to become a chauffeur?"
"A friend of a friend hooked me up. I got my license to drive limos, but I prefer driving town cars. They're more intimate." Lexa blushed again, and she didn't know why her foot decided to wedge itself in her mouth when she used the word intimate. But this time, when she looked back at Clarke, there was a knowing smile on her face. They were silent the remaining way back to Clarke's apartment. But, Clarke kept her eyes on Lexa the whole way.
The car idled at the curb for a few long moments as Clarke continued to look at Lexa, and she turned to look directly at her. Deciding to take a chance with her. "Do you want me to see you to your apartment, Clarke?"
Clarke made her wait. Lexa watched her face for a reaction, a rejection. Something to tell her she just didn't make a career-ending mistake.
"I'd like that."
~
The flight to the third floor was quiet except for the muzak playing and damn if it wasn't the song from the bar again. Lexa smiled and tilted her head to the side to look over at Clarke. She had her eyes closed, and she swayed to the music. Lexa wondered about falling in love at first sight and wondered if this was what it was like for everybody.
The elevator stopped, and Lexa couldn't help but follow her down the long hallway. Clarke opened her door, stepped inside, and dropped her keys on the side table. After flipping on the light, a soft, warm glow filled the room while Lexa waited by the open front door, pushed her hands into her pants pockets, and waited, unsure if she should take the next step forward.
Clarke stopped in the middle of the room and turned. "Are you coming in?"
"Are you sure this is okay?" The trip up the elevator and then the long walk down the hallway gave Lexa a little too much time to let her think about what she was going to do with someone she had just met. She wasn't feeling guilty, only exposed.
"You've been looking at me all night. I'm pretty sure you know the answer to that." Clarke moved to stand in front of Lexa. Holding her gaze for a moment, then reached down and took her hands out of her pockets and pulled her all the way inside of her home and shut the door, flipping it locked and pushing Lexa against the closed door.
Her trepidation flew out the window, and her mind jumped ahead, guessing where her bedroom might be and how to get Clarke out of her dress without ripping it from her body when Clarke pushed her breasts against her white button-down shirt. Lexa sucked on her bottom lip and gazed down at the swells of Clarke's breast tight against her. Two fingers pushed Lexa's chin up to look into her eyes.
"You like what you see, Lexa?" Clarke kept her playfully trapped.
You know that daydream of meeting a girl, who you are most certainly would like you once they got to know you, and your mind tries to fill in all the details of how you would meet and where you would go on your first date. Will or won't she initiate the first kiss, or should you? That was nothing like this.
Lexa's admittedly limited experience with women couldn't have prepared her for Clarke. So her response came out like a squeak, and she stumbled out to say, "I do." The surprising, albeit honest answer made Clarke let out a husky laugh.
Her sudden frankness made Clarke smile, and she let her eyes wander down Lexa's body. Taking in the clean lines of her black suit and when Clarke put her hands around her neck, it felt perfect, but when she freed Lexa's hair out of her hair clip and let it fall past her shoulder and ran her fingers through the length, Lexa's legs went weak.
Lexa closed her eyes as her breathing increased. She felt a tap on her chest and opened her eyes. Clarke's lips were a mere inch away from hers.
Looking into Clarke's bright blue eyes and her face freely took Lexa a split second before she turned Clarke and pressed her against the door, but when she moved in to kiss her, Clarke put up her index finger over her lips to stop her.
"Before we begin, we need to lay down some ground rules," Clarke said as she watched Lexa's face.
"I'm listening."
"I like you. I'll admit that I know nothing about you, but I find you intriguing. I'm not someone that just jumps into bed with just anyone."
Lexa leaned her forehead against Clarke's and closed her eyes, drinking her smell again. "I think I understand. You don't want this to get serious."
"I didn't say that, but yeah, we should go into this with both eyes wide open, no surprises later. Do we have a deal?"
"I could live with that." Lexa opened her eyes and saw the careful way Clarke examined her mouth.
"I do have one question for you, Lexa."
"Go ahead." Lexa wrapped her arms around Clarke's back.
"Are you single?"
Lexa reared back, a bit amused. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." She turned it around on Clarke. "Are you?"
Clarke moved a stray lock of hair behind Lexa's ear and cupped her cheek as she ran her finger and then her tongue over the little crease in her lower lip and then bit down softly on it. "Yes."
Lexa tried not to be too flustered with the sudden sensation of her lips brushing against Clarke, and she tipped her chin up and put out her hand between them.
"My name is Lexa Woods. It's a pleasure to meet you," She said as Clarke took her hand with a laugh.
"I'm going to have so much fun with you." She moved in to kiss Lexa for the first time.
Lexa didn't have a lot of experience with women. But, the way Clarke was kissing her changed her perception of reality. Yes, she kissed women before, at least she thought she had. Now, when Clarke kissed her, it ran through the entire length of her body. Down her face, past her neck, running between her breast and settling deep between her legs, and she moaned.
Clarke pulled back. "Is this okay?"
Lexa swallowed. When she opened her eyes and saw Clarke so very close to her, her words were caught in her throat. She didn't answer her with sounds, but she held Clarke's face and sunk her tongue into her mouth with her lips. Now Clarke moaned and pulled her tighter to her body. It was better than she had imagined.
I need to see her naked. Lexa blinked her eyes open as she kissed Clarke. Her eyes were closed, and Clarke's movement was a woman possessed, hungrily kissing Lexa, almost climbing up her body. Lexa held on to Clarke and moved them back, guiding them down the hallway.
"Which way?" Lexa said against her lips.
"Hmm?" Clarke mumbled.
"Which way to your bedroom?"
Clarke opened her eyes and pulled back. "Down the hallway to the left."
~
When they entered Clarke's bedroom, they parted so she could turn on the lights around the room. She had a large king-size bed with a dozen pillows of every shape, and a tiny brown bear was sitting in the center of all of them, holding a red heart.
"That was from work, as a gag gift for Valentine's Day. Lucky me."
"It's cute." Lexa sat down and picked up the bear, and Clarke laid next to her against the mass of pillows. They both kicked off their shoes as Lexa held up the bear in the air over Clarke.
"Hi, cutie," Lexa said in a baby bear voice as she tipped the bear to her. Clarke giggled and pulled the bear from her hands and flipped it over her shoulder; it almost landed on the chair and then fell to the ground.
"You're cute too, but we didn't come here to play with toys." She smiled.
"At least not tonight."
Lexa got the meaning of the hint. She didn't need a map or anything like that. Just thinking about toys and Clarke made her thighs clench with the need to thrust.
Lexa didn't want to make the first move except lay her hand next to Clarke's and run her fingers down her open palm. She turned her head to watch Clarke in profile. She was gazing at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"Are you having second thoughts about tonight?"
Clarke responded by motioning with her finger to come. Lexa crawled over to the edge and sat down, dangling her legs over the side.
I didn't mention how tall the bed was. I'm five feet five inches tall, and when I hung my legs over, there were almost two feet of air beneath. So if I did my trigonometry right, I could be on my knees when...
"Where you go?"
Lexa stood and answered with a kiss. She liked kissing Clarke and leaned in and pulled her tighter to her body. Hands were at her belt, unfastening, then sliding it quickly from the loops. Her zipper soon followed as it was lowered, and then fingers moved around the edge of her pants and began to remove them. Clarke stopped at her boyshorts.
Probably to let her catch up when it was time to strip Clarke.
"I like your suit, Lexa." Clarke moved her hand underneath the back of her coat over her shirt. "But, I think I would like it better off you."
Me too, I thought.
Lexa removed her jacket and tossed it over a chair. She stood almost bare in her white shirt and black boyshorts with a hungry blond eyeing her. Lexa wanted to return the favor and tried to figure out the logistics of removing Clarke's clothes. She wore a summer dress with a zipper in the back, so Lexa leaned into Clarke's body, ran her hands along her back, found the zipper, and started maneuvering down her back. Clarke's straps fell away and slipped down her arms, and the rest of her dress pooled around her feet, and she stepped out of it and into Lexa's arms.
Now Lexa was free to look at her body. Clarke didn't have a tan, but her skin was flawless, soft without seeming weak, and carried a suppleness to the curves of her body. Clarke began to unbutton Lexa's shirt and pulled it off her shoulders.
"I like your Calvins." Lexa was thankful she had the foresight to wear a matching sports bra and underwear, or this striptease would have been awkward, and the appreciative way that Clarke's eyes gazed over her body made Lexa do a mental high-five to herself. She smiled, and Clarke pulled her body close to touch their bodies along their lengths. Lexa groaned into Clarke's mouth as her breast filled the space between their bodies.
She didn't know how they ended up on the bed, but the pillows were on the floor, and Clarke was sitting across Lexa's lap, still in her matching pale pink bra and lace briefs straddling her waist.
Lexa grinned up at Clarke. At this moment, there was no other place she wanted to be than under Clarke and watched with hungry eyes. Clarke's face softened, and she leaned over Lexa.
Lexa put her hands under her head. "Do you know what was the first thing I noticed about you, Clarke?"
"What was that?"
"How you smelled."
Clarke laughed. "I'm not wearing any perfume."
"You're lying."
I'm not. I forgot to put any on before I rushed out of here today."
"So, you smell like this all the time?" Lexa subtly pulled Clarke to lie on top of her and ran her hand along her back.
"I'm not sure what you're smelling, but this is all me, baby."
"I like it."
Clarke smiled and pulled Lexa's hand up to kiss her palm. "Is this the first time you've ever gone home with a client, Lexa?"
Lexa didn't have to think too hard. She did have opportunities. One time in the first month, a client, a woman not much older than herself, tried to hook her with her. First, it was lunch at the Ritz with her friends, and then Rodeo to go shopping. Later she met with more friends that night for drinks at another swanky hotel with a bar.
The young woman invited Lexa upstairs, but her better judgment told her this was a very, very bad idea, and she politely declined.
"Yes, this is my first time." The woman did give her a large tip away and a kiss on the cheek.
"So, I'm busting your cherry?" Clarke gazed into her eyes, a bit amused at the shocked look on Lexa's face.
"You haven't busted any cherries yet, Clarke." And quickly changed positions and had Clarke on her back with a huff.
"I'm surprised women aren't throwing themselves at you left and right."
Now it was Lexa's time to laugh. "Have you seen yourself in the mirror, Clarke, your gorgeous?" Lexa blushed, having revealed a little too much to her, too soon.
"Do you want to know what I first noticed about you?" Clarke held Lexa's hands up and laced their fingers together.
"What?"
"Your hands, specifically, your fingers."
Lexa immediately looked at her hand, tied with Clarke's, and blushed. "I don't understand."
Clarke chuckled. "I suppose you wouldn't, but I did. When you were driving, you may not have noticed that you have a habit and flexing your hands. I assumed it was because maybe your hands were getting tired driving." Clarke pulled her hand free and pressed her palm against Lexa's, and her fingers extended well past Clarke's fingers, and she blushed.
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh."
Clarke smiled up and pulled her hand down between her breasts. Clarke's eyes softened and held them with a need that made Lexa swallow hard against the look. She enjoyed the banter with Clarke, and it helped break up the awkwardness of falling into bed, having just met this woman. Lexa didn't know where her next thought came from, but it was as though she had known Clarke before or a lot longer. She was comfortable to be around. She was warm and funny, and as she lost herself in thought, Clarke pulled her down, and Lexa stretched her body over hers and fit her thigh between hers.
"Yes," Clarke hissed out.
A warm pool of slick covered the inside of Lexa's legs as her lips found Clarke's again. Her hands lightly roamed across her back and ran her fingers under her sports bra, pulling at it until Lexa leaned on one hand and let Clarke remove it from her body. Lexa flipped her hair over one shoulder as Clarke ran her fingers along the outside of her arms and looked up as she cupped her breasts.
Lexa closed her eyes, contented with just this simple act of feeling her hands on her body. Clarke was gentle with her, and Lexa wanted, no, needed to see all of her. Lexa asked with her eyes, and Clarke sat up and took her bra off in one smooth motion.
Clarke's nipples are pink and started to harden in the slight breeze of air coming from the screened window. Lexa's mouth began to water.
Now almost all barriers between them were gone. The slow process of the quiet banter and stripping off their clothes allowed them to acquaint each other, not in a rushed, frantic urgency to get off. It wasn't just sex with Clarke, and Lexa was grateful for that.
The gentle way Clarke caressed her and played with her hair covering her back relaxed Lexa until the press of her breast against hers and the warm moisture clinging to Clarke's lace underwear soaked through and started to stick to her leg still between them.
The time was now, and Clarke pulled her down and licked into Lexa's mouth, causing her to move against her mound and arch over her. Clarke held her ass as she opened her legs and gave room for Lexa's body.
When Lexa pulled back, Clarke's eyes were dark and full of want and kissed her once more and then kissed her on her neck, gently sucking her skin and painting a path towards her breast.
Lexa hovered over Clarke's breast, kept her eyes on her face, glided her tongue around the tip slowly, circled her nipple, and then sucked it into her mouth with a sigh and closed her eyes, relishing in the softness of her skin. Clarke matched her sounds and let out a slow grateful moan, making Lexa blush. Clarke's hand moved to thread her fingers through Lexa's hair and hold her place when Lexa started sucking her breast into her mouth, then wrapped her lips around her nipple again. Clarke sucked in a breath and began to make sweet sounds of desire.
Hearing Clarke's urgency, Lexa's groin throbbed. She moved to her other breast and lavished it with wet kisses.
"Off," Clarke said, and Lexa pulled her head up in confusion. "My underwear."
Lexa tipped her head in acknowledgment, slid a finger under the edge, and slipped them off her hips. She hooked them around her finger and twirled them around in front of Clarke.
"I made that," Lexa smiled at the wet spot covering the center.
Clarke pushed at her, grabbed the underwear, and tossed them across the room.
"So, you made that. What are you going to do about it, Ms. Chauffeur?"
Lexa leaned against her hands against Clarke's belly and looked sincerely into her eyes. "Whatever you want, Clarke. Just tell me."
Clarke held her gaze, running her hand over her face as if she was mapping her future. "You're doing pretty good so far, Lexa. Let's just see where it goes from here."
Lexa kissed her hand a nodded her head. Just under her, where her breast pressed against Clarke's mound, she felt her short curls rub against her. You would think that it would take considerable bravery to put yourself on the line, exposing yourself to an uncertain something. But, with Clarke, it was nothing like that. Hearing that last comment gave her the courage, and she ducked her head between her legs, nosed her way between her wet lips, and kissed her.
Clarke may not have worn perfume, but her aroma settled deep in Lexa's olfactory system to lay down a permanent memory deep in the layers of her brain, and she took her first lick of Clarke's core. Lexa licked around her center and up towards her sex, using her fingers to push her hood back and gazed at her swelling clit. A gasp from Clarke. Lexa looked up, over her belly through the swell of her breasts and to the surprise on her face. Clarke's lips parted, and her eyes watched her as she ran her tongue over her sensitive point.
Clarke started a slow, purposeful steady grind. It struck Lexa that what she had only fantasized about was now firmly rubbing against her mouth and tongue, and she focused on bringing as much pleasure to Clarke as possible. She pulled her legs further apart, and Clarke wrapped them around her shoulders, lifting her hips higher towards her mouth.
This moment may have been the first time they had ever made love, but their bodies synced. Connected somehow, and when Lexa moved her hand to her center, Clarke whispered. "Inside, please, I need you inside of me." That sent a shiver down Lexa's body, and she complied with her plea and ran her finger around her sex and edged just the tip of her finger inside Clarke.
She added a second, then pushed deep into Clarke. She felt her clench down, and Lexa began a steady rhythm, moving in and out of her core as her mouth and tongue worshiped her clit. The motion of Clarke's hips rolled against her, and they found their bodies were in tune. Fluid in their movements, it was the most singularly perfect moment in Lexa's young life when she heard Clarke start towards her orgasm. She knew she was close when her warm slick grew more abundant over her hand, making it easier to push in and out of Clarke's sex.
Clarke's body grew rigid, and she held herself suspended in air, gasping out Lexa's name and praising her, making her come so beautifully. Lexa's ears burned with the compliment but continued to pump in and out of Clarke while flicking her tongue steadily across her swollen bud. After her hips touched back down on the bed and her hand on her face, that brought Lexa out of the haze of Clarke's climax, and laid her face against her mound, sighing happily.
"Wow," Clarke said.
Clarke's eyes were closed, and she draped one arm over her head on top of her pillow. The vision of this perfect creature basking in the afterglow would be another memory Lexa would tuck away and bring out to relive long after this night was over.
"Come here." Clarke breathed out. Lexa crawled into her arms and laid down, melding her body against Clarke.
The moment between them hung silent as Clarke ran her hand up and down her back. Lexa slowly blinked her eyes in wonder. She had a sentimental side, and if she wasn't careful, she could have easily let a tear fall at the intense feeling she was having, laying in Clarke's arms. Lexa knew she felt something for her, but it was too soon to put a name to it, so better she tucked it away with the other memories, and maybe if she felt safe, she would take it out and examine it further. But not tonight.
Something started to buzz somewhere in the pile of clothes lying on the ground near the bed. Lexa opened one eye and began to groan. She leaned up on one arm, looked down at Clarke, turned her head to watch Lexa, and smiled softly. The soft downy hairs of her face showed as the soft glow of the side table lamp cast its light on her. Her pants buzzed again. Lexa frowned and hung herself over the edge of the bed and reached down to pull up her pants and find the cell phone that alerted her to a timer she had set earlier.
She laid on her back next to Clarke, clicked the device on, and swept the alarm off.
"I've got to go, Clarke."
"What? No. But I haven't even touched you yet."
"It's okay, but I have to get the car back to service. I'm on a deadline, and I can't be late. My bosses expect the car back, so they prepare it for tomorrow's clients."
Clarke frowned and held on to Lexa's arms. "I don't want you to go."
Lexa ran her fingers across Clarke's forehead, brushing a few stray hairs from her face. "I don't want to leave either, but I have to go."
"Can you come back?"
"I could if I had a car, but I don't live near here."
"Maybe I could pick you up and bring you back here," Clarke's eyes were pleading with her now.
"As appealing as that sounds, I don't want you out late at night. It's almost." Lexa checked the time on her watch. "Midnight."
"So, it's okay if you're out, but not me?"
Lexa laugh. "Touche, but yeah. I'd feel better, but knowing you're safely tucked in bed makes me feel better, and you've been drinking."
Lexa leaned over to kiss Clarke's pout. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you, Clarke. I just met you." The sentence was as clear as Lexa could make without really saying it. This isn't over between us.
"I'll let you go on one condition."
"I'm listening."
"Take off your shorts. I can be quick."
Lexa relented and fell on her back, pulled her boyshorts off, and tossed them into the pile on the ground. Clarke didn't hesitate and moved between her legs. Clarke was right. As soon as her lips touched her sex, she arched up into her mouth. Lexa was so ready for Clarke that the sudden peak of her orgasm took her breath away. Clarke had latched on to her clit, pulling it into her mouth, sucking and flicking it so perfectly that she gushed all over Clarke's chest and face when she came.
"Oh my god, Clarke."
Clarke looked up from her position between her legs with a soft happy smile on her face, and a look of pride covered it as well.
"Toldja."
Lexa caught her breath, sat up, met Clarke in the middle of the bed, wrapped her arms around her back, and held her tight. A pout formed on Clarke's face. She was sure it mirrored that same on hers. She didn't want to go and hated to leave her in the middle of the night, from all this warmth and love radiating between them.
Lexa sat back on her legs. "So, this isn't a one-night stand?"
Clarke took her hands in hers. "I think it would be unwise not to explore this further if you're willing."
"I'd like that, Clarke." She noticed that Clarke kept the tone friendly even though they had just made love, and she understood that this was only for fun. Maybe something might grow from this, but it was nice to feel a connection to someone who genuinely liked her for now.
"Me too." Lexa reluctantly parted from Clarke and pulled on her wrinkled clothing. Looking around the room to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. Clarke dressed in a robe, pulled it tight to her body, and held her hand as she walked her to the door.
She slipped her cell number into her jacket pocket. "Call me when you get home. I won't sleep until I know you're safe in bed."
Lexa pulled out her business card from her wallet and laid it on her side table by the door.
"I'll text you as soon as I get home."
"I miss you already, Lexa." Clarke held on to Lexa and kissed her neck, wrapping her arms around her back. "God, why do you have to go?"
"I know, maybe one day."
"Yeah, one day, Lexa. I'm going to hold you to that."
Lexa leaned over and kissed her one last time, opened the door, and stepped into the hallway. Clarke leaned against the door and watched as Lexa walked down to the elevator and, with one look back, turned and blew a kiss to Clarke. Clarke caught it and put it to her lips. Lexa smiled and stepped into the elevator and out of Clarke's sight.