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Clarke stands at the base of the elevator with three other interns, feeling out of place.
Of course Wells Jaha just had to pick this place for her internship. It'll be good, Clarke! It pays well, Clarke! You can't go wrong, Clarke!
Yeah, sure.
Granted, she should be happy -- more than happy -- considering that there's no better reference than Trigeda Industries and as an art history major in her last year of university, her CV can use all the sprucing she can get. It's just the environment that bothers her. She can practically smell the stink of arrogance in the three other interns, with their stupid spicy colognes and their overpriced business suits that could probably pay for three months of her rent. She's not dirt poor, but she's not exactly in the high class. Money isn't exactly something she can be waving around like these dickheads. Clarke scowls when one of the interns, the one with a beak for a nose and crooked teeth that remind her of a crocodile, flashes her a wry grin as if to challenge her presence.
"This way," the man who'd greeted them at the entrance grunts, "you will be debriefed by the director of human resources."
Clarke doesn't remember his name as he steps out, but she certainly knows that calling him Baldy might end up in her premature exit. It's not like she's going to last long here, she thinks to herself as she adjusts her pressed skirt and fiddles with the collar on her shirt. The three other interns pad after with their confident swagger that nearly breaks Clarke's resolve. They're lead into a conference room that overlooks the city skyline. Clarke's insides flip when she sees the view, of the tiny cars buzzing about in the busy streets several stories below. This would make for a perfect inspiration for her next piece.
Capitalism: A View From the Top.
Fitting, Clarke thinks, considering the system is a giant fucking turd-pile of nothing but corruption.
"Alright everyone take a seat," a raspy growl causes them all to turn around. A woman, maybe in her late twenties, stalks into the room wearing a well-fitted suit and three inch heels. Her cheekbones are high and sharp enough to cut through steel. Her eyes, a dark mocha with flecks of green and hazel, pierce through the four people. Clarke hears one of the interns beside her restrain themselves from wolf-whistling, but when she glances over, she's surprised to see that it's the caramel skin brunette that'd nearly spilt her coffee on her earlier this morning. What was her name? Ragen? Ralen? Ray-something.
"My name is Anya," the woman with the amazing cheekbones says, "and I'm the director of HR. You're here for a six week internship, where you will be working within the higher team. All of you should be lucky, most of the newbies get stuck on coffee runs and insignificant busy work. Here at Trigeda Industries, you select few will be learning to shadow the executives in meetings and getting a chance to see how the corporate world runs internally."
"Sick," the beak-nosed man says. Anya glares over at him and Clarke has to hold back a chuckle when he visibly shrinks.
"Any questions?" Anya asks in a tone that suggests that if there are any questions, they shouldn't be dumb ones. Still a bit confused as to the business world, Clarke holds back the urge to question anything and instead keeps her mouth shut. The girl beside her is still eyeing up the director, who catches her gaze and narrows it slightly, but not in a threatening manner. Clarke raises a brow but the woman stands before she can think past the simple glance.
"Good," she says shortly, "wait here for Titus to pick you up and take you to your assigned desks."
Titus, Clarke thinks as she watches the bald man walk back into the room. So that's what his name was, she muses. He leads them through the busy offices until they come to the back. The beak-nosed man and his buddy are told to go towards the desks near the water cooler, while Clarke and the brunette are lead to the front where the CEO's secretary is sitting at her desk. He flashes her a smile, one that she doesn't reciprocate, and Clarke shivers.
"Indra," Titus says as he points to the two women, "I have the interns."
"And what do you want me to do?" She asks, quirking a brow as she keeps her attention on the screen, furiously typing away. "Set them to work."
"Want to give them an introduction as to what they're going to be doing?"
"No."
Titus grumbles and motions for Clarke and the other girl to their desks before giving them a rundown as to what their positions are. For the most part it's pretty clear. Clarke has to just shadow the executives, take notes, file a report, and bam, she's done. The other girl, that she's now learned to be named Raven Reyes, gets a similar deal and is told that she and Clarke will be working together in their first project. Titus leaves them, but not without passing another glare at an unbothered Indra. Clarke settles in her desk and tries not to gawk at the incredibly expensive equipment that surrounds her.
"Pretty cool for a first internship, huh?" Raven grins at her, waggling her eyebrows as she relaxes in her seat like this isn't some billion dollar enterprise. "It's basically every techies' dream job." Clarke only smiles and nods, cursing herself for wasting her time at Octavia's party instead of bothering to learn anything about the corporation. Raven doesn't seem to miss the blank expression in her eyes and the brunette throws her head back and chuckles.
"You have no idea where you are, do you?" Raven asks smugly, leaning forward on her desk. Clarke looks around before licking her lips.
"Is it that obvious?"
"Other than the fact that you don't seem to be nearly as excited as you should be and you probably no clue who our boss is," Raven says, but as she goes to finish her sentence, she's interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing. Clarke snaps her head up to see Indra with a stack of papers, held out to Clarke's face. The blonde doesn't know what to do until Indra growls something and shoves the papers in her direction, urging her to take the stack.
"Marketing is on the fourth floor. Drop this off and pick up the package from Gustus. He'll meet you at the elevator," she grunts out, shoving them into her hands before stalking back to her desk. Clarke looks to the papers and then over to a chuckling Raven and sighs. She didn't even want this job.
Stupid student loans.
Clarke gets up and leaves behind a mocking Raven as she walks over to the elevator. She hits the button and waits until the doors open. The cubicle is empty as she rides down to the fourth floor, where low and behold, a stocky man who's probably an entire two heads taller than her, dressed to impress in a three-piece grey suit is waiting, talking to a woman who's got her back to her. Clarke waits patiently, not wanting to screw up her position at this random company with the smallest slip up of being rude. The woman he's talking to has a husky voice and as Clarke's eyes wander down those tight muscles barely concealed in her black suit, she can't help but marvel at the toned shape of her calves and ass. Again, she chastises herself and looks away with a blush.
This isn't college Clarke, it's the real world. Smarten up.
Clarke cringes at how much it sounds like something her mother would say.
"Do you need something?" Gustus speaks over the woman's shoulder, eyeing her both with amusement and annoyance. Clarke clears her throat and hands out the papers to him, watching as he raises his brow. Is that a common trait in the business world? She doesn't have time to ponder the thought because the woman that Gustus had been talking to has now turned to face her, and in that moment, Clarke's breath is completely taken away.
Clarke has seen many beautiful women in her life. Fuck, she's slept with plenty of beautiful women but none of them compare to this woman. Right off the bat, all Clarke can sense is assertiveness, authority, prowess -- something that soaks her panties even with the slightest glance at the woman's wavy chestnut locks that are thrown just right over her shoulder. Maybe it's something in the way she's leaning to the side with a hand in her pocket and her shoulders back -- the perfect pose for a a total power stance. Or maybe it's the freshly ironed white collar shirt that seems to hug her in a perfect fit, stretching across beautiful bronzed skin and tight muscles. Or it's the leather shoes or the slim pants or the fucking cufflinks. But Clarke knows that it's really not any of that. It's all in the eyes. Those blazing greens that seem to scour their way into her soul, that make her insides burn with want.
"Ms…?" Gustus trails off as he catches her attention again, this time slightly more annoyed than amused. Clarke gulps and hands him the papers.
"Griffin," she says as she nods to the package he's holding, "I'm the intern. Indra sent me to pick that up, I think."
"Right," Gustus says, still eyeing her warily as he hands over the box, "I wouldn't want to keep her long."
Clarke nods, knowing that it's best if she just walks away now before causing herself anymore embarrassment. She swiftly turns and heads to the elevator, only to find that the woman is standing there, apparently waiting for one. Clarke grits her teeth and prays to whatever Gods exist in the world that she's heading down (not that kind of down, Griffin, she scolds herself) and not to the top floor. They stand side by side, with the other woman exerting an air of nonchalance as the soft ding startles Clarke from her thoughts. They both enter and Clarke's heart stops when she sees the woman push the top button.
"Floor?" The woman asks, and holy shit, Clarke is sure she's dripping now. It's all rasp and low and saccharine, and fuck, those eyes.
"Same one," she stammers out as she watches the doors close, "I'm the intern." Great work, Griffin, you can't even speak.
The woman lets out a soft chuckle but doesn't say anything as she lets her other hand slip into the opposite pocket. For some damned reason, they stop on every other floor, picking up and dropping off people along the way. The whole time Clarke notices how the mysterious woman greets them, like she knows all of the damned employees at this massive building. The people often joke and laugh with her, and Clarke realizes that the steely glances are nothing in comparison to that wolfish smile and the alluring sparks that flicker through those electric green eyes. Clarke has to gulp to hold herself together.
At the fourteenth floor, everyone gets off bare for the woman and herself. They continue to ascend towards the top, but then something screeches.
Clarke yelps and nearly drops the package as the lights and music in the elevator stutter and then power off. Of course, she curses as she sees the other woman barely react besides sighing and fumbling in her pocket for her phone, of course this had to happen now. She prays again, even swears to not party as hard, swears to think about med-school, so long as the elevator powers back on and she's not trapped with this gorgeous woman for another moment.
"No signal," the woman mutters as she pockets her phone and looks over the Clarke with a concerned expression. If it weren't for the barely concealed, almost dirty, smirk that tugs at her lips, Clarke would've thought she was being genuine, but really she can breathe the teasing scent from where she stands. Clarke just bobs her head and looks away, reaching into her blazer pocket for her own mobile, frowning when she sees that she doesn't have any signal either. The woman with the green eyes just chuckles and starts doing something that sends Clarke's eyeballs to the back of her head in awe.
The woman starts unbuttoning her blazer.
"Um," Clarke says as she starts to stammer, "w-what are you doing?"
"Trying to see if I can find the problem," Green Eyes grins as she neatly folds her blazer over the elevator railing. "I can't dirty the suit. My dry cleaner will have my head… again." Clarke just stares on in confusion, a little displeased that the action wasn't what she'd thought of in her head.
Pull it together, Griffin. Stop being a horndog for thirty seconds. Be strong for Mother.
Clarke can't help but scoff inwardly at that last part.
"How do you expect to fix it?" She asks as she watches Green Eyes unsnap her cufflinks and roll her sleeves up to her elbows, revealing one arm covered in tattoos and raging forearm muscles. Again, the blonde gulps and subtly closes her legs when she watches the woman approach the panel and pry it open. She reaches into the back pocket of her suit pants and whips out a mini swiss-army knife. She breaks into the lock on the electrical wiring and Clarke has to turn away at how those fine muscles bulge slightly as she works through the wires. Suddenly remembering that they're high up, Clarke panics.
"No offense," she says as she fights the urge to close the distance between them, "but do you know what you're doing?"
"Yes," Green Eyes offers slickly, not looking her way. Clarke rolls her eyes at the arrogance, but it still causes her palms to grow clammy.
“We should just wait for someone to help,” Clarke says as she pries off her own blazer at the heat of her blushing. Green Eyes just chuckles, deep and sweet.
“Something tells me that you’d rather get out of here as quickly as possible,” she says as she pockets the knife and begins fiddling with the wiring. Clarke furrows her brows in confusion. After a beat of silence, the woman turns and smirks at her, her eyes wandering up and down Clarke’s frame without shame.
“I can smell you from here.”
Clarke’s mouth opens in shock. “That’s rude, I don’t smell.” Green Eyes doesn’t respond, bare for the widening of her dastardly smirk, showing perfect teeth that Clarke can’t help but imagine nipping at her neck or biting her lip. She wards off the intruding thoughts and fights another involuntary blush. But it doesn’t matter, because Green Eyes is still staring at her with that stupid cocky grin that makes her stomach flip with a canting want, a fire that she can’t fucking tame. The air in the cramped space grows hot and tense, heavy.
And then, she’s shot to space when the brunette practically growls.
“Not that kind of smell, Princess.”
“Princess?” Clarke echoes breathily, but she gets no response – nothing but that chilling, almost animalistic stare that causes her throat to dry up.
She watches as Green Eyes leaves the panel alone and stalks over to her without breaking the stare. The blonde drops the package to the floor as the taller brunette corners her into the small space. Both of her hands slowly and smoothly glide up the corners of the elevator wall, showing off the biceps and deltoid muscles that ache to rip that thin collared shirt apart. She palms the fine mahogany until she’s pushing down on it, as if to refrain herself from the beast within that wants to just take the blonde quivering in front of her. But there's that classy respect Green Eyes exerts to maintain just enough space.
Clarke is cornered and she’s frozen.
The brunette’s shirt is stretched tight around her toned arms, and the artist inside Clarke sends her eyes wandering down to the intricate right sleeve, to the designs of tribal tattoos that she wants nothing more than to sketch and memorize. They wind and dip into those rolled up sleeves at her elbow and she practically whines when she can see that there are more underneath the near-translucent material. Green Eyes dons a Rolex on the left wrist, silver and black and encrusted with small fucking diamonds and Clarke knows that this woman isn’t some intern or desk clerk. She’s gotta be somebody important.
Because really, what kind of woman that young owns a Rolex?
Green Eyes only smirks again at how Clarke’s gaze wanders, her teeth tugging her bottom lip into her mouth and lightly biting it with enough tease to cause Clarke to stifle a whimper. The brunette waits until Clarke’s eyes are back on hers before she leans a little closer, their foreheads just millimetres away. It’s then that the blonde can take in the slightest whiff of a spicy cologne. It’s an intoxicating smell, one that nearly has her crumbling to her knees.
And then Clarke can’t breathe because suddenly Green Eyes is leaning into her left side, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of her ear as she chuckles again, a growly rasp that sends shivers down Clarke’s spine and into her loins.
“Wouldn’t want to be the intern that gets caught fucking in the elevator, right?”
Fuck, she thinks as her face turns beet red, at least warn a girl first.
"I… I have no idea what you're talking about," Clarke stammers out but it's a lie. She can tell that Green Eyes knows it's a such a fucking lie, but she can't help but keep her stare engrained to those burning green eyes when the taller woman pulls back with another airy chuckle. She swallows and rubs the back of her neck, trying to ignore how sensitive and slick her skin has become. The woman just leans back, all swagger and arrogance as her eyes continue blaze a path down her body. Damn her if Clarke gulps because no one has ever looked at her like this, all intent and predatory and so fucking aroused.
"Of course," the woman replies with a smug wink, "I'm sure that it wouldn't matter if I told you that we're gonna be stuck in here for a few hours."
"Bullshit," Clarke hisses, still unsure as to why the proximity of the other woman has her heart leaping into her throat. "Fix it or shut up."
"You're telling me what to do?" Green Eyes practically growls as her hands press tighter against the walls. "You're just an intern."
"And who are you?" Clarke challenges back, though her voice cracks as she feels something brush against her tight-clad thigh. Surprise filters through her expression, and for a second she sees a hint of concern and… timidness flash through Green Eyes' gaze. Like she's prepared to be turned away from what's under her belt. The brief flicker of insecurity only further causes the blonde to preen in desire. Clarke smirks this time, letting her hips cant upwards in the slightest amount to chase the fleeting warmth that twitches against her thigh. Again, the brunette glowers and snarls, but the previous apprehension is gone. Her fingernails scrape down the mahogany walls as she bites her lip harder, her eyes taking on a searing expression as she inches even closer.
"Who do you want me to be?" Green Eyes asks smoothly, her gaze flickering to the blonde's lips. Clarke gulps and tilts her head down.
"Depends," she whispers, throwing caution to the wind. It's not like she was gonna last long here anyways. "How long until the power comes back on?"
Green Eyes only grins wider. "I'd give it a few hours."
"Perfect," Clarke replies. Green Eyes smirks again and takes one hand and slowly reaches up to cup the blonde's chin.
"So," she whispers as she leans in a bit closer -- so close that Clarke can practically taste her, "who do you want me to be, Princess?"
"Not who," the younger woman sighs as another twitch upon her thigh sends shivers down her spine, "but where."
Green Eyes only chuckles as she lets her thumb trace over the smooth line of her jaw. Clarke doesn't know when or how she'd managed to nod her head up and press her lips to the other woman's pair, but she realizes that there's nothing softer and sweeter than this mystery woman's lips. But then Green Eyes is taking control, and holy fuck, Clarke is soaked. It's a clash of teeth and tongue and it's rough and hot and when Clarke parts her mouth, her tongue is strong and deft, licking against the roof of her mouth and then slashing its way across her teeth. It's the perfect amount of aggression and lust.
"Where?" Green Eyes whispers into her mouth like she's trying to draw the air from her lungs. Clarke can't keep her hands to herself this time as she reaches out and palms at her suit pants, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the bulge that jumps under her trembling grip. Clarke closes her eyes and tries to control her breathing as she feels those soft lips begin to trail a line down from her mouth to her jaw, and then to her neck, and soon enough those damned teeth are scraping against her collar and Clarke is winded once more. Her hands tremble upon the brunette's belt, fumbling for the buckle.
"Easy baby girl," Green Eyes hums and Clarke can't hold back the mewl that leaves her lips, "slow."
Clarke just nods as one of the brunette's hands finds her own and draws it away from her belt and instead pins it above her head. The taller woman's hands are soft but calloused, the hands of a woman who makes things and now she can see the confidence. They're rough and experienced but so damned smooth and womanly in the same. A gentle thumb strokes over the fine hairs upon the back of her wrist as Green Eyes just leans her forehead against her own, peppering light kisses to her nose and her cheek so softly, like she's about to break. And maybe she is, because the brunette's hips are snuggly pressed to her own and that bulge jealously twitches again. Clarke bites her lip to stifle the moan when she feels how hot and fucking needy she feels.
"Now tell me," Green Eyes murmurs as her lips find her own again, "where do you want me, Princess?"
"God," Clarke chokes out as she whimpers under the brunette's eager tongue tracing the line of her jaw, "everywhere. Fuck, just please…"
"Please?" Green Eyes asks as she cocks her head to stare into Clarke's pleading gaze. "Please what?"
"Fuck," Clarke cries out when that thumb strokes her hand again, "fuck me."
"I can feel how wet you are," Green Eyes sighs as she lets her other hand drop to sneak under her skirt, finding the result of their foreplay. "You soaked your panties didn't you, baby girl? You're absolutely drenched." The kink doesn't pass over Clarke's head, and even though she's usually the dominant one in her relationships, she can't help but melt under this girl's gaze. But when those fingers trace over the residue leaking from those wet undies, she cries out.
"Hmm," Green Eyes mumbles as she removes her slick fingers and raises them to her face. Clarke watches with wide eyes as those long, slender and boney fingers, absolutely coated in just the outermost layer of her lust, disappear into her mouth. Green Eyes's gaze stays glued to her own as she sucks.
"Delicious."
Clarke shivers again and bucks her hips upwards involuntarily. Green Eyes only chuckles and lays her slick palm against her lower abdomen, pushing down her hips before she leans down to kiss Clarke again, slowly and sensually, and that's when the blonde can taste herself. She's tangy and sweet with a pinch of salt, and when it's mixed with the brunette's own spicy flavour, she can't help but moan into that hot mouth in search of more. There's a squeeze to the hand that Green Eyes has captured and Clarke presses deeper into the kiss, her throat closing up again as she seeks more friction on her aching clit.
"Princess," the woman growls between kisses, "I said slow."
"Anyone could come," Clarke whines against those candied, slightly puffy lips, "we could get caught--"
"Ssh, baby girl. Why don't you let me take care of you and then we can worry about other people," Green Eyes assures her with a hum, pulling back to flash her a sweet smirk. Her eyes are dancing with raw power and control and Clarke can't help another tug against her nether regions. "How does that sound?"
"Okay," Clarke submits as she lets that deft hand crawl back under her skirt and palm the waistband of her panties. Her lips are met with soft caresses of assurance until Clarke slumps in the brunette's grip. As soon as she senses Clarke is relaxed, the tone shifts and Clarke gasps in pleasure.
In one smooth movement, Green Eyes peels her panties down and lets them drop to her ankles. They both look at the effect of their lust as some of it clings to the inside of her thighs while the slick continues to drip out of the apex of her legs. Clarke steps out of one of the holes as Green Eyes releases her other hand to place both palms on her hips. Her head nods upwards and she kisses Clarke roughly, all teeth and tongue again.
"Put your hands in my hair," she orders and Clarke obeys with a whimper, tangling her fingers through the soft silk of her scalp. Again, she removes their lips to stare into the blonde's shimmering blue eyes, searching for any sign of resistance or hesitance. A small spark blooms inside Clarke's heart at the silent consent as she nods, nonverbally letting her know that she is ready for whatever she has left in mind. Green Eyes' Cheshire cat smirk returns in full.
"Hold on tight," she murmurs, "and keep your hands on me, okay baby girl? Don't let go."
Clarke only nods as she watches Green Eyes kneel slowly, her hands palming down her thighs. Her calloused palms are so soft against her skin, all hot and rough as they duck under her skirt. Clarke gasps when those deft palms cup and grope at her ass with precise squeezes. She clenches her own fingers in Green Eyes' hair, earning a low growl from the other woman to not mess it up when she grips. Easing her hold, she feels those hands continue their gentle exploration. Fingers peel apart her moist lips and another growl sounds from the brunette's lips when she runs her thumb over her engorged clit.
Clarke feels one of her legs getting draped over the woman's shoulder, causing a small draft of cool air to brush against her lips. Green Eyes chuckles again as she continues her exploration, lightly fingering and playing with her moist folds. Clarke looks down to see those green eyes intent on her pussy, learning it and feeling it like she's got an exam on anatomy. A gasp parts her lips when the tip of her middle finger probes her tight entrance, lingering inside her clinging wet walls before withdrawing. One of the brunette's hands slides down to gently stroke her thigh before her head nods up.
"Ready?" She whispers as she turns her head to kiss that lifted thigh. Clarke nods furiously, closing her eyes in anticipation. Green Eyes growls.
"Say it," she hisses into her creamy skin, "tell me, Princess. Are you ready?"
"Fuck," Clarke mewls desperately, "yes, yes I'm ready. I want you to fuck me, daddy."
The word leaves her mouth before Clarke can even register it, but before she can take it back, Green Eyes lets out a fierce growl and manages to somehow hike her other leg on her opposite shoulder and push upwards so she slides up the elevator. Clarke's eyes shoot open and she cries out as she finds herself sitting on the brunette's shoulders with her pussy in her face. Sure, she'd seen those muscles, but this is a whole new level of strong and Clarke is weak. Green Eyes' palms are on her ass, her arms bent at a perfect ninety degrees to hold her up like she weighs next to nothing. Clarke's fingers tangle in her soft locks once more and she finds herself trembling in her new lover's grip. She looks down to see Green Eyes nod up, confident and arrogant with the result of her sneaky trick. Clarke's inner walls clench around nothing at that stupid cocky smirk that infuriatingly drives her up the wall.
Literally.
"Don't let go," she hisses as she nips one of Clarke's thighs, "and don't scream."
Clarke isn't prepared for the incessant probing of Green Eyes' tongue. Her fingers had been all gentle and smooth, but her tongue is something else. She's everywhere in the span of a second, lapping up the juices that steadily pour out from her pussy's throbbing entrance. Her nose tickles the small patch of blonde curls just above her lips, her tongue flicking up and down her clit to further swell those puffy lips. Clarke moans against gritted teeth and squeezes at the brunette's hair once more, urging her to go deeper. The hands on her ass turn from soft palming motions to a death claw that has her yelping.
"Daddy please," she begs as she undulates her lips closer to Green Eyes' hot mouth, "I need you inside, please."
The hot tongue that had been tracing absent letters and circles finally obeys her command, lingering at the base of her pussy to test the waters. Clarke's legs jerk when she feels the slick muscle dip inside slowly, and then retract with twice the speed. She's being teased as the process repeats, leaving Clarke on a deadly edge. Her hands are clawing into Green Eyes' scalp, but she can't be bothered to listen to her orders right now. She just needs to come.
"Please," she begs in a hoarse cry, "please let me come. I'm so close."
One of Green Eyes' hands that had been gripping her ass suddenly sneaks in and Clarke moans when two fingers are thrusting inside her. The muscles of the taller woman's shoulders flex and stiffen to provide more friction, barely straining with the effort of holding her up. The brunette's tongue moves to her clit and lashes it without restrain, driving Clarke further up the wall. Her shoulders don't even shake as Clarke fits upon them, her head coming close several times to slamming back against the corner of the elevator's walls. She's right there, right on the edge of her orgasm, so close she can taste it.
And then, with a twist of Green Eyes' slender fingers and a firm slash of her wet tongue, Clarke is unravelling in those strong arms. Her legs tremble upon those sculpted shoulders and her mouth parts to let out soft pants and gasps amidst her harsh mewls. Her upper body is writhing and for a moment, she's terrified that she's going to knock them both over. But Green Eyes holds her, keeps her steady with a firm, wanton grip and helps her ride out the powerful orgasm. Her gaze stays pinned onto Clarke's mouth as it forms an 'o' and she lets out a breathy moan which earns a smirk from the brunette against her pussy. Her release dribbles down the brunette's chin but the taller woman manages to clean as much as she can, greedily lapping up the saccharine fluids like it's the first taste of water after being parched in a desert. It's so tender but dominant at the same time.
"Shit," Clarke gasps as she catches her breath, "fuck, that was… fuck…"
Green Eyes holds her up for a few moments longer, tenderly licking and easing the last few aftershocks from her core before she's lowered back to the ground. Clarke's hands slide down from her slightly mussed hair to linger on those shoulders that'd held her up. She palms over the slightly crinkled shirt and sighs as she feels the hard muscle flexing under her grip. Green Eyes' hands tangle in her hair this time, angling her jaw so she can press a few well-placed bites to her neck. Not deep enough to leave a mark, but enough to stake her claim. Her chin is slick, spreading some of her release to her own skin with soft nips. Her kisses are still possessive, but they're softer now, laden with tenderness that makes Clarke's head spin because how can one go from fucking her brains out to loving her so gently in the next? Clarke's legs still wobble and Green Eyes allows a hand to drift downwards and soothingly rub at the tightly corded muscles in her thighs to ease the tremors. Clarke only gasps again with the light, barely-there touch, her clit throbbing as she feels the brunette's hard length pushing against the confines of her tight suit pants.
"You must be aching," she murmurs as she finally finds the courage to palm over the throbbing bulge, "having to hold this in while eating me."
"You asked me to do something," Green Eyes chuckles against her neck, "I don't half-ass my work, Princess."
"Hmm," Clarke smiles as she places her own tentative kiss on the other woman's neck, grinning wider as a soft growl lingers in her throat. She continues to palm over the bulge, her fingers tracing over the belt buckle as she waits for the brunette's consent. Green Eyes rewards her with another soft sigh and a faint nod as Clarke beams. She unclasps the belt and unbuckles the support before fingering over the button and undoing it. The sound of Green Eyes' zipper being slid downwards fills the tense and humid air of the elevator, causing Clarke to bite the brunette's neck from sheer arousal.
As soon as Clarke finds the opening in the woman's tight boxers, her erection springs out. She looks down and gasps at the sight of the ramrod straight length bobbing upwards proudly. Obviously the brunette must've come from a religious family because she's fully circumcised. The head of her dick is an aching reddish purple, and a single vein clenches upon the side leading up to the head. The shaft gives a swift salute in greeting and Clarke can't help the soft giggle that leaves her lips at the sight of the mighty sword. Green Eyes has more than just a decent length, and even though Clarke did have a few guy flings, no boy she'd ever fucked has come close to the size of the throbbing rod staring back up at her, eager and hard, begging for her touch or mouth.
"You don't have to," Green Eyes hums as she continues her gentle pecks, "this is about you, baby girl."
So not only is she a fucking top, she's a selfless service top, too. Clarke can't help but smile as she nips the brunette's jaw.
"I want this," she whispers as she reaches out, hovering over the twitching length, "can I touch you? Please?"
The brunette only nods once, tucking her head under Clarke's jaw to continue her light pecks and sucks to the blonde's neck. Clarke gasps as she holds the heavy shaft in her hands, shivering as she feels the sheer weight and heat of the phallus. A drop of clear liquid beads at the top where the slit is and Clarke is quick to run her thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum around before sliding her hand down. The brunette tenses slightly, her dick jumping in her palm. She squeezes gently and tugs the shaft upwards, coaxing more of that slick fluid from the slit and earning her another growl from Green Eyes.
"Does that feel good, daddy?" Clarke hums, stroking the kink she low-key has now grown fond of with this mysterious woman. "Does it feel good when I hold your dick like this? It's so big and strong. Bigger than anyone I've ever taken." The brunette growls again, biting into her collarbone when she gives a harder tug upon the rod. She continues to purr into the taller woman's ear, "I wonder if it tastes as good as I did?" The hand that'd been tangled in her hair clenches harshly and Clarke grins when the brunette pulls her head back to stare into the blonde's eyes, her gaze an inferno of lust and assertiveness.
"Princess…," Green Eyes hisses her name between gritted teeth. Clarke only cocks her head innocently, giving another shameless tug.
"Yes?" She asks softly, leaning up to peck the other woman's jaw. "What is it?"
Lexa pauses for only a moment before she grabs Clarke's head and draws her into a heated kiss. The length bobs again in Clarke's palm when she involuntarily squeezes hard due the ferocity of the open-mouthed kiss. Clarke gasps as she feels the hand in her hair clench and tug downwards. Immediately, Clarke gets the hint and lowers herself to her knees, staring back up at the green eyed woman who stares at her so intently she's completely baffled that her entire body hasn't been set on fire from the heat in her eyes. She grips Clarke's hair again and inches her length towards her mouth.
"Suck me," Green Eyes orders with a low growl. "Take me in your mouth and suck me."
Clarke grins at the dominant rumble that sounds from her chest before she turns her head to give the woman's dick the attention it deserves. Her tongue peeks out and wets her lips before she leans her mouth down to give the aching head a gentle peck. A bit of pre-cum stains her lips as she kisses down the throbbing length to the base. When she gets there, with the brunette's dick nestled against her cheek, all warm and hot and heavy, she reaches down and grabs at the rest of the precious package. She fondles the average-sized sack before drawing her balls out and adorning them with soft kisses.
"I said," the brunette hisses between clenched teeth as Clarke feigns innocence and looks up, "suck me."
Not wanting to tease anymore, mostly because after that last stellar performance, teasing is the last thing Green Eyes deserves as a reward. She takes the head into her mouth and closes her lips around the flesh, sucking and stroking with her free hand at the same time. Her other hand palms at her balls, noticing as with each increased inch disappearing into her mouth, they tighten and tense with the brunette's approaching release. For her part though, Green Eyes has amazing restraint. She doesn't force Clarke on her cock, but she manages to keep a tight grip on her hair regardless.
"There you go, baby girl. That's the spot," Green Eyes praises as Clarke takes more than half of her dick into her mouth. Remembering her earlier college days, she breathes long and slow through her nose while relaxing her throat to ease the last few inches into her waiting lips. Her eyes flicker up to see the taller woman staring down at her in a mixture of both pride and awe as Clarke's lips reach the base, sucking and licking over the throbbing shaft.
"Good girl," the brunette sighs as she leans her head back and loosens her grip on Clarke's hair slightly, "your mouth is so hot and wet, Princess."
Clarke holds her there for a few moments before sliding back out so she can breathe and ease the burn in the back of her throat. To her surprise, she finds the brunette lenient with her slow approach. She continues to fondle her balls as she alternates between sucks and licks upon the upper portion of her penis. Her other hand strokes and squeezes, tracing the prominent vein whenever it shudders in her grip. Soon enough, Green Eyes is gripping the railing hard enough with one hand while her neck strains upwards. Her chest is a light pink hue, and Clarke can see defined abs underneath the hem of her shirt tensing and flexing as she allows the pleasure to wrack through her body. Picking up the pace, Clarke is determined to give just as good as a performance as her taller lover. Green Eyes growls when Clarke licks over her head and sucks harder, easing a few spurts of pre-cum from the slit. The bitter taste has a twinge of salt and sweetness to it, and Clarke decides that there's no greater taste she's sampled thus far. She goes to continue her ministrations, but then the woman above her tenses, her grip upon her blonde locks tightening hard enough to cause Clarke to groan upon her dick.
"Wait," the brunette growls suddenly, "stop."
Immediately thinking that something is wrong, Clarke pauses her motions and removes her lips, trying to ignore how the string of saliva that snaps upon leaving her lips causes them both to shudder. Green Eyes reaches down and tugs her upwards to bring her into a fiery kiss, her hands sliding back under the nearly ruined skirt to rub her clit. It's then that Clarke sees her intentions and she shivers in anticipations. There's only one problem, however.
"I'm not on the pill," she breathes between each harsh kiss the brunette dons her, "do you…?"
At this, Green Eyes lips pull apart for another arrogant smirk. "Of course, baby girl."
She wastes no time in reaching for her wallet from her back pocket and fishing out a foil package. Clarke takes it from her hands before she has the time to put her wallet away. Green Eyes goes to say something but Clarke only shakes her head and drops back to her knees, wetting her dick again with a few more well-placed licks and sucks before she tears open the package and takes out the condom. She removes her mouth and looks up, watching the brunette's darkening, lusted eyes as her hands roll down the lubricated latex until the tight material snaps around the base of her length firmly.
"Go slow," Clarke hums as she stands and places her hands on the other woman's chest, feeling the hard muscles underneath flex and contract with her touch. She shivers as she leans in for another soft kiss with the woman with lusted adoration in her eyes. "I'm not much explored and you're big, okay?"
"Don't worry, Princess. I won't break you," Green Eyes assures her gently, pecking her lips as her hands slide around Clarke's waist and squeeze softly. "We'll go slow. Now turn around, baby girl, and grab onto that railing. Just like before, hold on tight and don't let go, okay?" Clarke melts at the soft tone.
"Yes daddy," she whispers as she allows the taller woman to turn her around so she's facing the mahogany walls while Green Eyes takes up her position behind her. Those rough but smooth hands palm over her ass a few times, squeezing and pinching every so often until Clarke's sodden and whimpering. She feels sharp teeth nip her behind and a tongue trace up the small of her back before those lips trace over her blouse and find her neck. One of Green Eyes' hands sneaks around her waist and her fingers find the hard bud of her clit, rolling it between her fingertips a few times before nipping her ear.
"Don't forget to breathe," she whispers softly as she brings her length up to her swollen lips, "relax, baby girl. Daddy's got you."
When the head pushes through her entrance, Clarke cries out and bows her head. The brunette is murmuring sweet assurances into her ear as she lets the tip rest in her pussy, waiting until the walls unclench and quiver to allow for more of her to slide through. She never eases up the pressure on her clit, ensuring more wetness to seep through and lubricate the throbbing length. Clarke bites her own wrist to prevent herself from screaming in pained pleasure. One of Green Eyes' hands leaves her ass and rubs a soothing line up and down her back, her movements stilling as Clarke adjusts to the full length now sitting and absently twitching inside her slick heat. Clarke whimpers and tries to move, to ease the burn, but the brunette holds her gently.
"Breathe, Princess. Just breathe," Green Eyes coos soothingly, "good girl. You're such a good girl taking me in, sucking me like a pro. You're beautiful."
"Fuck," Clarke hisses against her skin as she involuntarily clenches around the length, "I'm so full, daddy. I'm full and it feels so good."
"Hmm," Green Eyes murmurs as she starts to thrust her hips slowly, "so wet and hot. You're so tight, baby girl."
"It's been awhile since anyone's been inside me," Clarke replies through bated breaths when the slight thrusts pick up the pace and depth. "But… fuck, you're so deep inside me, damn. I can feel you twitching inside me. You're close, aren't you?" Clarke asks the question and cocks her head over her shoulder to see Green Eyes' brows furrowed in controlled torment. She's letting her adjust by being the selfless top, but Clarke can tell with how her neck veins stretch and strain from under her jaw, all she wants to do is take Clarke and rut like a mindless animal and she's a bitch in heat.
The thought causes her to clench down on her dick and Green Eyes growls again.
"Do it," Clarke hisses as she nods over her shoulder at her lover, "fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard and fast and oh--"
Clarke doesn't get to finish her statement because as soon as she'd been given the go ahead, Green Eyes takes off in a brutal pace. Clarke can't hold back the screech this time as she feels white heat pool in the base of her stomach. It's only now that she feels the subtle curve that's hitting that soft, spongey curve at her front wall. She cries out as the brunette slams into her, hitting the spot over and over again like it's the only thing she knows. The hand that had been on her back now grips her ass and claws into the creamy flesh, causing Clarke to clench down again and howl out in agonized lust.
"Oh fuck, oh… Jesus fuck," Clarke swears profanely as Green Eyes changes the angle last minute, driving as deep and hard as she can. "Oh shit just like that, yes daddy! Yes, fuck me just like that. Oh God, I'm coming. I'm coming… fuck! Christ." Clarke yelps out the last part as her entire body spasms. A grunt and low growl from behind her, coupled with the aching barely-there feeling of her dick twitching inside her hot walls, lets her know Green Eyes is there with her. Another painful claw into her ass has Clarke spasming over the ramrod pole that penetrates so perfectly. They ride out their orgasms together, with the brunette going from a rutting pace into something more of a subtle, slow thrust until neither of them can take the stimulation.
"Damn," Green Eyes beams from over her shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to her reddened and scratched up ass cheeks, "you did so good, baby girl. I'm impressed." Clarke blushes and smiles sheepishly as she feels those soft hands lovingly rub away the lingering tremors in her back and thighs. The brunette allows herself to stay inside for a few moments longer, until she softens down to a semi and reluctantly pulls herself from the hot walls. Clarke moans in disappointment when she feels the emptiness that follows, and she suddenly wants nothing more than to get her lover back inside.
Before either of them can speak, the lights in the elevator flicker on and a humming sound ensues.
"Told you," Green Eyes smirks as she looks up at the lights and then back at the blonde, "I have perfect timing."
Clarke only shakes her head with a soft laugh as she watches the brunette take care of other business. Green Eyes rolls the soiled condom off her length and Clarke tries to tear her gaze away from its contents, of how… endowed (for the lack of a better word) her lover is. Her walls involuntarily clench down on nothing with the envy of not having experienced the true warmth of Green Eyes spilling into her deepest places. The thought alone makes her tremble. After flashing her a knowing smirk, the brunette confidently strides over to the small trash bin in the corner of the lift and deposits the evidence of their tryst without so much as a concern for being found out. Clarke continues to stare at the bobbing length as she turns around, its gait slightly reduced in size but still proud, long and thick. The brunette follows her gaze and chuckles again as she goes to tuck herself back into her briefs before teasingly doing up her pants with slow and calculated movements. She smiles when she sees that her neither her pants nor her shirt had been particularly damaged during their little copulation. After she's back in business mode, looking like the past few hours had not even happened, Green Eyes stalks over to her and gently eases Clarke to a standing position. She picks up the sodden pair of panties and gives another quiet chortle, causing Clarke to blush furiously.
"I'll get you a new pair," the brunette says sympathetically as she folds the underwear up and, as Clarke's eyes widen with awe and surprise, she tucks them into her back pocket with a sly, satisfied grin, like she'd just won a fucking medal for her efforts. She nods down to Clarke's ruffled skirt and helps straighten out the kinks before murmuring, "perhaps something in a different colour. I can see you in something dark… like a midnight blue."
"Not even asking me on a date and you're already planning what I'm wearing," Clarke chuckles absently as watches Green Eyes pad over to the open panel of the elevator's electrical circuitry and shut it. She rolls her sleeves down, snaps up her cufflinks and picks up her blazer from the railing to slip it on, knotting the first button with her cocky swagger. It's miraculous that she looks as nonchalant and unaffected as she does, while Clarke feels like she'd just been through a damned marathon.
"You let me fuck you without ever asking my name," Green Eyes grins wickedly as the elevator rumbles and begins to move upwards. Clarke quickly reaches down and grabs the box she was meant to deliver to Indra and tries to not let the words melt her into the floor. She straightens her collar and runs a hand through her no-doubt mussed hair and prays that she doesn't smell too much of sex (it's a false hope, but it's all she has) when she hears the elevator ding.
"What is your name?" Clarke asks curiously as the doors open and they step onto the main floor. There, waiting with disappointed scowls are Indra and Anya. Clarke gulps under breath when she sees the knowing glance pass between the two women and then fall onto the brunette still standing with a smug grin beside her. She swears she can hear Anya mutter something about 'not even twenty-four hours' under her breath as she glares in Green Eyes' direction.
"Sorry about the malfunction," Anya says with a bit of a bite to her voice as she stares at the brunette, "boss."
Wait, Clarke's heart jumps up in her throat, boss?!
"No worries," the brunette chuckles as she looks over to Clarke with another cocky grin, "send Griffin down to maintenance for a progress report."
Anya just grunts and walks away as a response. Indra looks unaffected as she stares at the package in Clarke's hand, not bothering to address the shocked expression on the blonde's face. She takes the box from her hands and mutters something under her breath before stalking back to her office, leaving the boss (the word still sounds so foreign in Clarke's mind) and the intern standing in the middle of the reception lobby. Clarke gulps and feels herself tremble slightly before she musters up the courage to look up to the still-grinning woman. She doesn't understand. How could she be so damned unaffected?
"Lexa Woods," Green Eyes says with a chuckle as she extends her hand, the hand that had, only moments ago, been exploring the most intimates of intimates -- that had brought her to an immense amount of pleasure that had rendered her legs to nothing but jelly. Lexa only chuckles, "CEO of Trigeda Industries."
Clarke looks at her hand and then at Lexa's face, gulping nervously. "Am I going to get fired?"
"Fired?" Lexa asks, cocking her head in mock confusion, her cocky grin still plastered to her kiss-swollen lips. "Why?"
Clarke's eyes want to bug out of her head. Is this woman really the CEO? She can't even come up with a response, which only further eggs her on.
"Maintenance is on the basement floor. Take Reyes with you," Lexa chuckles again as she lowers her hand, accepting that Clarke isn't going to shake it. The puzzled expression doesn't leave her lips as Lexa rolls up her sleeve to glance at her watch before nodding back up at her with a wolfish smirk.
"Excuse me," she says as she nods towards the boardroom, "I have a meeting to attend to. I'm a stickler for perfect timing."
The words bleed into her skin and Clarke can't help the shiver that tingles down her spine when Lexa winks at her before turning around. She's still standing there when Lexa pauses, her hand sliding into her pocket, the pocket that Clarke knows is where she's got her soiled panties from their tryst. She stands and leans with that full confidence, head boss swagger as she smirks in the baffled blonde's direction, nodding her head up slightly.
"Welcome to Trigeda Industries, Ms Griffin," Lexa says with another shit-eating grin, "I hope you enjoy your placement." When Clarke only lets out a choked sound as a reply, Lexa just chuckles and points at her nonchalantly. "Don't worry, Ms Griffin. Midnight blue, I'll remember."
She adds a subtle wink when Clarke visibly flushes because fuck, how is she so damned smug?
Before Clarke can finally find the courage to respond, Lexa turns around and walks, all long strides and stiff back towards the boardroom full of middle-aged men that await her arrival. Clarke blinks a few times, trying to figure out if the past few hours had been a dream or illusion. She barely stumbles over to her desk, still sore from the pounding she'd been given by her fucking boss in the elevator. She slumps into her chair, the shock not fully dissipated. The sound of her breathy sigh grabs Raven's attention, who takes one look at her and gasps, both in surprise and confusion as she sees Clarke's state and how she'd changed in such short time.
"What the hell happened to you?" She asks with a cocked head. "Did you get lost?"
"Something like that," Clarke rasps out as she looks over to Raven with befuddlement. Raven still stares on before she takes a whiff and her brows raise knowingly. Clarke has two seconds to reach out and cup her mouth in a forceful grip before Raven's laughter can echo through the main office area.
"Damn Griff," Raven chuckles when Clarke finally feels comfortable to let her go, "thoroughly fucked looks good on you."
"Shut up," the blonde growls as she blushes, her core clenching around the invisible length that she yearns for. Raven giggles and shakes her head.
"So…," she says as she leans in to whisper, "who was it?"
Clarke takes a moment to allow a faint smile to play at her lips as she looks at her co-worker. The memories of green eyes and chestnut hair, of strong hands and hard thrusts come flashing through her mind. She looks up over her cubicle to the boardroom where the brunette that'd pounded her senseless is conducting her meeting. She shivers as she remembers the feeling of Lexa's hot tongue on the apex of her thighs, inside her, reaching and probing and licking and fucking eating her out like she was the last meal she'd ever have. She shivers and gulps before she turns to face an eagerly waiting Raven.
"Well," Clarke whispers as her borderline-excited tone piques Raven's interest, "what do you know about Lexa Woods?"