Chapter Text
Nice To Meet You
Clarke Griffin walked into the room, hoping her nervousness wasn’t showing, and looked around for a familiar face. These publicity parties should be second nature to her, by now, but this one was very different. She had never worked with her new costar and Clarke was excited, nervous and pretty much scared to death all rolled into one.
“Hey there slut, I see you’re already drooling over the infamous L Word.”
Clarke jerked around to see her friend Raven grinning at her. “I do not drool, Raven.”
“The hell you say Clarkey. I can smell the pheromones coming off you already.”
Clarke could not help but lean forward and sniff the air that surrounded them and watched her friend break into giggles.
“You are a little slut.”
“Raven, we’re in the porn business I think we’re all classified as sluts!”
“Clarke, how can you say something so...”
Clapping stopped Raven mid-sentence and they both turned to watch along with every person in the room as Lexa Woods walked in. Clarke involuntarily moved to the outer throng of people and watched the other woman shake hands and nod. Her face was set into an almost smile but it never reached her eyes. Clarke was taken with the beautiful woman immediately and wondered if her stoic expression was a part of her act or part of the real person. The woman had risen to the top with her Commander of Control series, barely showing any skin, never kissing and never being penetrated. Clarke had watched all of Lexa’s works and each time she had been so turned on just from watching her keep her clothes on and staying in charge of her costar. Clarke truly wanted this project to be different, to see Lexa lose that control. She wanted to kiss her and see her naked flesh and feel her body under her as she screamed her name.
“Clarke!”
Hearing her name from several different people, she snapped out of her thoughts and came back to the present.
“Get up there dummy they’ve called your name three times.”
Clarke knew her face was red, when Raven brought her back to reality, so she hurried to the stage before she could bring anymore embarrassment to herself.
“Well there she is, Clarke get up here and meet Lexa.”
Clarke felt like she was moving in slow motion as she climbed the stairs to the stage. Her legs felt heavy and her palms were sweaty and when her eyes met those sparkling green ones, her knees felt like they would buckle. Trying to seem cool and aloof, she really hoped no one-especially this beautiful woman, had noticed her apprehension.
“Clarke, get your beautiful tits over here.”
Clarke missed a step. She could not believe Titus had said that and her cheeks were back to flaming. Her eyes met those beautiful green depths again and saw a small smirk gracing those plump lips.
“Hi, I’m Lexa.”
Clarke felt her hand shaking as she reached out to accept the offered hand.
“Don’t be embarrassed, they are beautiful.”
Clarke watched as the green eyes slid down to her breasts. She could feel her hand being squeezed tightly and the lower half of her body reacted and she almost had to squeeze her thighs together. “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Clarke.”
“I know who you are but yes it is nice to meet you too.”
Clarke could not help staring at the plump lips as they formed each word.
“Ladies save all that for the cameras. Believe me I can’t wait to film these two beauties. This project has been kept a secret from them but their agents assured me they would be on board with the idea. I’m worried more about what the Commander of Control will think when she sees the idea though.”
Clarke looked from Titus to Lexa and searched for Marcus, her agent, and when she saw him standing beside Raven she lifted her eyebrows to silently ask what was going on. He smiled back at her and she felt a little more at ease.
“Lexa, could you move over beside Clarke? I know the photographers want to get pictures of you two together. Yes that’s better. Now, can you give her a kiss and make it look good for all the fans?”
Clarke knew Lexa did not kiss her costars during these projects. It was part of the control factor. She was always in control and they always did what she said. She glanced at the woman beside her and she could see the confusion and something else written across her features. It almost looked like anger and fear as well. Clarke was not sure how to respond to this or her costar when the audience started chanting ‘Kiss her’. She pulled her eyes away from Lexa and looked out through the audience at the smiling faces of their fans. These people came to see them and they were performers, after all, so what was the big deal about a kiss? Clarke looked at Lexa and decided what she had to do. She leaned into the taller woman, waiting to see if she should proceed and heard her draw in a quick breath. Taking that as a sign, Clarke pulled Lexa against her. She could feel her tense up just before their lips met but she knew Lexa would not pull away now. Clarke turned their bodies so her back was facing the audience and cameras while Lexa was partially shielded. She moved one hand to cup her face and the other to cup her hip to pull her closer. The kiss, however, remained chaste because Lexa was not cooperating. Clarke pulled her lips millimeters away from the other woman’s and opened her eyes. The green eyes of her costar were already open and staring at her.
“Lexa, these people are here for us. I understand this is not your normal thing but we depend on these fans so please just play along.” Clarke finished her sentence and dragged her thumb across Lexa’s bottom lip.
“Just one kiss, it will be okay.”
She saw the small nod from Lexa and leaned into the taller woman again. When their lips met this time, there was no hesitation or chasteness. Clarke ran her tongue along the seam of Lexa’s lips asking permission that she was quickly granted. Their tongues slid against each other and both women leaned closer together. Clarke used both hands to bring Lexa’s hips into direct contact with her own and curled one set of fingers over the swell of her ass cheek. The leather under her fingers felt soft and supple but she would rather have Lexa’s flesh in her hand. Clarke closed her lips around the other tongue and sucked it hard, letting the pressure off just a fraction to let Lexa try to pull it away and when she did, Clarke sucked it back into her own mouth. She heard the moan and reached up to grab the curls at Lexa’s neck, holding her mouth captive. Clarke released the tongue she had been sucking and pushed her own tongue back into Lexa’s waiting mouth. She was the one to moan this time when she felt a finger rub from under her bare nipple to the underside of her breast. Clarke was so thankful, in this moment she had decided to forego the bra when she heard the growl in Lexa’s throat. She shamelessly arched her back to press their breasts together and felt the hard press of nipples against her own. Clarke felt the insistent push of a muscled thigh between her legs and pushed her weight down on it. Her hips arched against the hard length, grinding her throbbing mound into the tight muscles.
Lexa pushed her hand under the material of Clarke’s shirt to find soft, warm skin. Hearing a soft whimper, Lexa cupped a full breast and pinched the hard nipple. She tightened her fingers around the other woman’s full hip, holding her tightly against her own thigh.
Clarke broke their kiss, pulling away before she truly embarrassed herself. “Jesus.”
“This can’t happen.” Lexa stared back at Clarke. “I’ll tell Indra to find someone else. It was nice to meet you.”
Clarke stood motionless, listening to the applause, all around her, and wondering what the hell had just happened.