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“What are you doing here?” Clarke sneers in Lexa’s ear, surprising and making her jump.
“I could ask you the same question, I didn’t know they let the trash in here.” Lexa starkly replies.
“Well, you’re here, so…” Clarke raises an eyebrow and Lexa grinds her teeth, she walked right into that.
Well used to the comments that they shared, it didn’t really stung. She only felt the embarrassment at not having a better comeback than Clarke. She’s always had this horrible relationship with the annoying blonde. Ever since Clarke had crashed into her car because she was refreshing that horrible red lipstick she always wore. Lexa had cursed her out, only to find out that Clarke lived in the same floor as her.
They kept this snarky relationship, even after their friends, Octavia and Lincoln, started dating. They shared a literature class and they’d gotten kicked out several times for arguing about which author was better. Lexa loved the classics and Clarke loved the more modern stuff, or ‘trash’ as Lexa called it.
“Go away, Clarke.”
“Make me.” she replies and Lexa rolls her eyes, walking away. “Your presentation in literature class sucked, by the way. Who cares about old, wrinkly white men?” Lexa turns, not believing what she’s hearing.
“Shakespeare is a fucking legend!” she argues.
“I prefer John Green.”
“Jesus Christ.” Lexa says and rolls her eyes. “Have you ever read any of his work?”
“Does Spark Notes count?”
“No.” Lexa scoffs. “He’s singlehandedly the most important author on Earth and he’ll always be.”
“Mm.” Clarke replies dismissively and Lexa narrows her eyes.
“You don’t think he’s important?”
“I don’t care for him.”
“I do.”
“And that’s supposed to make me care as well? Plus, you got to admit that he stole a lot of things from other countries. Doesn’t that make him a rip-off?”
“Well, no. But-“Lexa stutters before quieting and Clarke raises an eyebrow. “Fine, maybe he’s not awfully important.” Lexa spits out.
“Yeah, because he’s just plain awful.” Lexa scoffs, ready to argue, when Anya appears next to her, beer bottle in hand.
“Are you two bitches still arguing about Shakespeare? Jesus, let it go, you fucking weirdos.”
“I agree, let it go Lexa.” Clarke replies and Lexa rolls her eyes, nails digging into her cup.
“Whatever. You know I’m right.”
“You’re not and I’ll never agree with you.” Clarke replies, stepping closer to Lexa until Lexa can feel her breath on her lips. Her eyes flutter subconsciously and Clarke steps back abruptly, taken aback by the closeness. She looks between a smug Anya and an embarrassed Lexa before scoffing and walking away.
Lexa lets out a breath and avoids Anya’s amusement filled eyes.
“Shut the fuck up, Anya. I know what you’re going to say.”
“You’re so fucking gay.” Anya replies and Lexa sighs.
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“I am so fucking gay.” Lexa mumbles as she lays on her bed. Her stomach has been in shambles since running into Clarke in the laundry room a while before. She can’t actually believe she’s acting like a fifteen year old girl again. She’s twenty one for God’s sake and Clarke is 18! She doesn’t understand how a freshmen is making her lose her wits.
A knock at the door startles her from her thoughts and she sits up rapidly. She grumbles her way to the door, figuring its Anya.
It’s not.
“You dropped this.” Clarke says, tossing her a flimsy black thong. Lexa drops it in surprise as she figures out what it is.
“That’s Anya’s.”
“I figured.” Clarke replies, smirking. Lexa stops and narrows her eyes, crossing her arms and dropping one hip.
“What is that supposed to mean?” She asks and Clarke smirks as she looks her up and down.
“You don’t seem like the type.”
“What?”
“You know what I mean, Lexa.” she replies and Lexa huffs, because she does. Just because she’s not the most ornate thing on Earth, doesn’t mean she’s not sexy. Sure, she was wearing her old sweatpants and her hair was a mess, but she can be sexy.
“Thought about me naked much?” she asks without thinking and Clarke’s mouth drops, a flush blooming on her face. Lexa widens her eyes and she drops her arms awkwardly. “Oh.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Clarke replies defensively, jutting out her chin dramatically. She breathes in deeply, gathering herself up together and her infuriating smirk is back. Lexa feels like screaming.
“It’s hardly a compliment coming from you.” She growls instead and Clarke’s smirk grows.
“Whatever. I’ve caught you staring at my tits too many times to count.”
“I don’t-I-“she sputters. “What?” she can’t help but glance at chest, noticing the black crop top that adorns her chest perfectly.
“My eyes are up here, Lexa.” Clarke says and Lexa flushes, damning her. Who wears a crop top on a Tuesday morning, anyway?
“Okay, you gave me Anya’s thong. Can you leave now? I have shit to do.” Lexa replies and begins to close the door, Clarke puts one foot inside before she can, shouldering her way inside.
“Actually, I need to wait for Anya. She has my USB.”
“Wait for her in your own damn room.” She replies and begins to close the door again.
“I can’t. Octavia and Lincoln are in there and they’re fucking.” Lexa huffs and stops, letting Clarke into her dorm, closing the door with a ‘click’ after her.
“Fine. Whatever. Stay on her side of the room and don’t speak to me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Clarke replies and Lexa rolls her eyes before laying on her bed, her back to Clarke.
The two girls sit quietly for a moment and Lexa swears she feels Clarke’s eyes burning holes in her. She keeps her eyes on her Spanish book, gritting her teeth, her body stiff and unrelenting. Finally she turns towards Clarke and raises an eyebrow.
“What?” Clarke replies, not ashamed at being caught staring.
“Stop staring at me.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Yes, you were.”
“Whatever. Turn back to your book.” Clarke replies rolling her eyes and sitting on Anya’s desk chair. Lexa huffs and rolls back. Clarke rolls on the chair, letting out a tiny squeak and Lexa sighs dramatically.
“Can you stop that?” she nearly growls and Clarke moves more rapidly, causing a series of squeaks.
“Stop what?” she asks and Lexa turns to her with murderous eyes. Clarke widens her eyes in mock innocence and Lexa stands up, tossing her book on her bed. She presses her hands to Clarke’s shoulders, stopping her from moving.
“Stop squeaking.” Lexa replies and Clarke eyes dilate, turning from the green in Lexa’s eyes to her pert lips. Lexa herself finds herself looking at Clarke’s lips. She swallows dryly and pushes herself from Clarke, trying to gather her thoughts. She flops on her bed and gives Clarke her back again.
Anya’s chair doesn’t squeak again and Lexa is more than sure that Clarke hasn’t moved since her hands left her shoulders. She finds herself seeking out any movement or any sign of life from that side of the room. She doesn’t hear anything and she turns towards her book again, trying to retain information for her exam.
She’s so into her book, she doesn’t notice the bed dipping under the weight of someone new. It’s not until someone rips her book from her hands that she notices.
“I thought I told you to stay on that side of the room.” She grumbles, trying to wrestle her book from Clarke’s grip. Clarke grins and tears the book from her hands. Her eyes widen, impressed, when she reads the cover.
“I can’t believe that you’re reading love poems by Pablo Neruda. I thought you didn’t have a heart.”
“It’s for my Spanish class, can you please hand it back?” she grits her teeth when Clarke dangles it away from her grip. Clarke leans back, keeping it from her reach and Lexa reaches over, fingers desperately grasping for it. She grabs Clarke’s arm and they wrestle for a second, before Clarke lays back on the bed, Lexa hovering over her.
Lexa notices how close they are and how one of legs rests between Clarke’s legs. She swallows drily, book forgotten, eyes focused on the lip between Clarke’s teeth.
The air is still, as are the two girls laying on the bed, all while Lexa’s heart beats erratically in her chest, pumping blood to her cheeks.
Lexa finds it hard to breathe as she watches the way Clarke’s breathing heavily and the look in her eyes that’s making something bloom between her legs. She’s not thinking of anything as she closes in on Clarke, eyes on her lips and closes them when their lips meet.
Clarke sighs and slightly moans into the kiss, moving her lips against Lexa. Lexa’s hand finds Clarke’s waist and she presses her entire body against Clarke, groaning at the feel of their breasts pushed together, she doesn’t care that they’re still clothed, it’s the closest thing to heaven she’s felt. She opens her mouth to Clarke’s tongue and Clarke whimpers, bringing one hand to cup Lexa’s cheek.
They kiss slowly, languidly. Lexa doesn’t know whether it’s been ten minutes or an hour, all that she knows is that she doesn’t want it to stop.
Which means that it totally does.
The sound of the door opening makes the two girls spring apart. Lexa sits up and Clarke does as well, book still in her hand. Anya walks in, not noticing the awkwardness of the room, fully engrossed in her phone. She closes the door with her foot and nods in hello to the two girls.
“’Sup?” Lexa and Clarke nod as well and Lexa feels her face burning with something keen to emberrasment. She feels like Anya could tell what they were doing and she has never felt more ashamed. “You nerds studying?”
“I came for my USB.” Clarke says. She stands and hands Lexa’s book back to her. Lexa grabs it, their hands and eyes meet, both flitting away quickly.
“Oh, shit. Hold on.” Anya begins to search through her drawer and Lexa rolls over in her bed, giving both of them her back. She licks her lips, still tasting Clarke on them. Her back burns with Clarke’s gaze again but she doesn’t turn this time, instead she stares at her book so hard her eyes water. She doesn’t turn when Anya hands Clarke her USB.
“Thanks.” Is all Clarke says and then she’s gone, Lexa turns and only manages to catch a glimpse of gold.
“That was weird. Were you two fighting again?” Anya asks, sitting on her squeaky chair and Lexa blushes again when she remembers Clarke’s intense look.
“No. We didn’t speak.”
“Hmm.” Anya replies but doesn’t push it, Lexa has never been so thankful. “Anyway, I’m leaving. Raven’s waiting for me, I just came for my wallet.” Anya grabs her wallet from her drawer and stuffs it in her purse. “Want me to bring you something, Lexa?”
“No.” she answers, her mind far, far away. She’s still thinking about blue eyes and plump pink lips. Anya shrugs and leaves. Lexa relaxes, closing her eyes. She bites her lips as she plays her kiss with Clarke and she can’t figure out why she didn’t do it sooner. She wonders what would have happened if Anya hadn’t interrupted.
She groans and rubs her eyes until she sees stars. She’s chastises herself for being ridiculous. Clarke is an obnoxious pre-med major, not to mention a freshman. It doesn’t matter how good of a kisser she was, she was off limits.
But boy, was she a good kisser.
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It’s Friday night, which of course means it’s time for another night of unauthorized debauchery and underage drinking. Lexa sits on Lincoln’s couch, swearing she’ll get an apartment next semester. She watches people for a while, definitely not seeking Clarke.
At least that’s what she tells herself.
It had been two weeks since whatever-the-hell happened on her bed. She had seen the blonde in passing and things were back to their normal eye rolling and nasty comments routine. They hadn’t mentioned anything about it and she’s be a liar if she didn’t admit that her eyes did not stray to Clarke’s lips often.
Or her tits.
Anya huffed as she sat next to her, drinking her beer.
“Are we the oldest ones here?”
“We’re only 21.”
“Precisely.” Anya retorts. “Bunch of kiddos here.”
“Where’s Raven?”
“I don’t know. Probably with Kyle somewhere.”
“I thought you were dating.” Her sister’s relationship with Raven was short of complicated and she had a hard time trying to keep up with it.
“We are. Sorta” Anya shrugs and sighs. “She’s not out yet and her cousin transferred this semester.”
“Does Kyle know he’s her beard?” Lexa asks, not hiding her smirk.
“Do I need to remind you of Costia and your beard?”
“Lincoln knew he was my beard.”
“Yeah, yeah. But no, Kyle does not know. And I’m gonna break his fucking hand if he doesn’t remove it from her waist.” Lexa laughs at that and Anya flips her off, leaning back on the couch. “Oh, Lex. The kindergartener is here.”
“What?”
“Blondie. Eight O’clock, you fucking doofus.” She slaps her over the head and Lexa cranes her neck. Her jaw nearly drops, taking in Clarke in a silver sparkly dress, showing of her toned legs and making her blue eyes sparkle more than they usually do. Her best friend Wells talks to her and Clarke lets out a loud laugh at something he says. Her eyes meet Lexa’s and she rolls them, making Lexa turn away in return.
“You’re drooling.”
“Shut up.” She downs most of her drink in one gulp, ignoring the way it burns her throat.
“She is looking fine.”
“Whatever.” Lexa says in return, shrugging. She eyes a pretty brunette that’s been making eyes at her all night, she smiles and the girl blushes. Anya scoffs, catching everything.
“Really? You’re ridiculous. You and little Miss. Prissy have been making heart eyes at each other for nearly six months and you’re gonna fuck that girl instead?” she rolls her eyes. “I don’t get you.”
“We have not been making heart eyes at each other, at all.” Lexa retorts and Anya groans, rubbing her face with her hands.
“Listen to me, little monkey-“
“I told you to stop calling me that.”
“Whatever. Go fuck that girl in a broom closet. We both know you’re gonna be thinking of blonde hair instead.” Anya rolls her eyes, not understanding her sister. She knew from the second she saw Raven that they had chemistry, a fucking connection. She also knew that Lexa and Clarke had the same connection, but of course they were both idiots. Her sister especially.
Well, maybe that’s why she’s the smart one in the family.
“I won’t. I’ll be thinking of her.” Lexa says, standing and walking over to the brunette.
“That’s what I said.” Anya calls after her. She grumbles and meets Raven’s eye from across the room. Kyle is talking about something or another and Raven shoots her a ‘save me now’ look. Anya drops her beer on the table, drinking would wait. She needed to save her woman and maybe get laid.
Meanwhile, Lexa was quickly finding out she had chosen wrong and would be marred with her mistake. The brunette girl, who she found out to be named Fox, talked super-fast about how cute her roommate was and how nice she was and Lexa soon found her eyes drifting away.
Particularly to a blonde that leaned against the wall, talking to Wells and occasionally meeting her eye. Clarke shoot her a glare and Lexa glowers back.
“-and then she’ll…” Fox continues and Lexa hums in reply. She looks away from Clarke and meets the victorious look of her sister, who smiles in farewell. Lexa scowls at her with jealousy. What she’d do for this party to be over and for her to return to her dorm, where she could sleep and maybe masturbate in peace.
Because things were definitely not happening here.
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“Look at her, Wells. She’s so arrogant. Doesn’t she-“Clarke asks, smacking him in the chest with the back of her hand. “Like just stand like an arrogant asshole?”
“I don’t know, Clarke. She seems nice.” Wells replies and Clarke glares at him. “I mean, yeah, yeah she’s a bitch.”
“I mean, what kind of girl kisses and doesn’t call or even mention it?”
“Maybe she wanted you to.”
“Lexa?” she snorts. “No, no. she’s arrogant, Wells. I told you already.”
“Ah, arrogant. Got it.” Wells replies, smiling down at Clarke.
“Are you mocking me?”
“Ah, no.” Wells holds his hands up in mock surrender. “It’s just-“he cringes.
“What?” she snaps and Wells mentally says his final goodbyes.
“It seems like this really affected you, Clarke. You should let her know, maybe she feels the same.” He shrugs and Clarke’s eyes light up like a mad scientist. Wells immediately begins to backtrack. “Wait, Clarke-“
“So you’re saying I should confront her?”
“No! No! I’m saying you need to talk it out like rational adults and-“
“Got it. Got it. Thanks, Wells.” Clarke replies, sauntering over to Lexa and that brunette bitch talking to her.
“Ah. Shit. No, Clarke!” he sighs. He should’ve known better than to make Clarke see anything rational, she always chooses her heart over her mind.
Finn eyes him from across the room and Wells waves shyly. Finn looks away smiling at the floor shyly, Wells does the same.
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“Lexa, I need to speak to you.” Clarke says and Lexa sighs, pleasantly surprised to see the blonde by her side but hiding it very well.
“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Lexa replies, motioning to Fox, who has now called her roommate and is smiling into the phone. Clarke huffs and grabs Lexa’s arm, dragging her away.
“Can I borrow her for a moment? Okay, thanks.” Clarke says and Lexa rolls her eyes but follows, her heart doing a strange thing in her chest.
(She thinks it’s a heart attack and not the proximity of Clarke.)
Clarke drags her into the restroom, shutting and locking it. Lexa sighs and sits on edge of the sink, raising an eyebrow.
“You wanted to talk.”
“I did.”
“Then speak.” Lexa crosses her arms, waiting for her to begin. Clarke sighs and takes one deep breath, ready to go off on her tangent.
“I don’t know who you think you are, Lexa but you just don’t kiss and don’t talk again! Talk about disrespectful and arrogant.” She rambles, startling Lexa.
“Jesus, Clarke.”
“You’re just going to be nothing but an arrogant, lying lawyer and honestly, what the fuck was up with that? Kissing me? “
“Okay, shut up!” Lexa groans, Clarke scowls but desists speaking. “God, Clarke. Fuck, I don’t know why I kissed you but I know for a fact that I didn’t say anything because I was waiting for you to do it.”
“Okay, but I was waiting for you. You’re the one who kissed me!”
"Clarke,” Lexa sighs, “I didn’t want you to think that I overstepped any lines or made you uncomfortable.” Lexa admits a little quietly and Clarke nearly shakes.
“You didn’t. It was quite nice.” Clarke confesses.
“Even though I’m going to be nothing but an arrogant lawyer?” Lexa teases and Clarke huffs, Lexa rolls her eyes. “Fine. Is that all? Are we done here?” Clarke hesitates and Lexa rolls her eyes again. She hates talking about her feelings and she knows that’s all Clarke does.
“No, we’re not.”
“I swear if you want me to apologize-“ Lexa starts but doesn’t finish because Clarke presses her lips against hers. She’s surprised and more than a little turned on but Clarke tastes like tequila and bubblegum, making her insane, intoxicating her.
Lexa relaxes, hands gripping Clarke’s waist, pulling her closer. Clarke brings her hands to Lexa’s neck, cradling her. Lexa opens her mouth to Clarke, sighing when Clarke bites her lip, their lips still moving against another.
Lexa has no fucking idea what they’re doing and why they’re doing it. She also has no fucking idea as to why she doesn’t want it to end.
Clarke lets out a hum when one of Lexa’s hands slides over to her behind, squeezing it once. Clarke moans at that and Lexa smirks into the kiss, only to have Clarke bite it away. Clarke’s mouth descends from her mouth to her collarbone, making her gasp at the trail of open mouthed kisses.
“Fuck, Clarke.” Clarke hums in return and sucks on her pulse point, bringing chills all over Lexa’s body. “Wait, Clarke.” Clarke doesn’t stop and Lexa pulls her away slowly.
“What?” she asks ardently, Lexa doesn’t reply but stands up from the sink edge. She turns them both around, pushing Clarke until the small of her back hits the edge of the sink top. She grabs Clarke’s thighs and carries her, making her sit on the top.
“You’re shorter and there’s no way in hell those shoes are comfortable.” Lexa offers as an explanation and brings their lips together again. They kiss for a few moments, their movements becoming heated and more erratic. Lexa finds her hands digging into Clarke’s thighs and Clarke’s hands tangle in her hair. Soon enough, Clarke’s dress is bunched up and her hands dig into her soft, silk like skin. Clarke moans into her mouth when she presses herself closer to her center, wrapping her legs tighter around her.
Her hand dances to Clarke’s inner thigh, testing the waters and doesn’t stop until she’s right where Clarke wants her. She presses her hand against the clothed, wet, center, making her arch her back and gasp.
“Can I?” she mumbles against Clarke’s mouth and Clarke nods vigorously. Lexa hesitates, not wanting to push any boundaries or make her feel uncomfortable. Instead, Clarke huffs and pushes her hand inside her panties herself. Lexa inhales slightly at how wet Clarke is, while her middle finger finds Clarke’s clit and draws little circles around.
Clarke brings their lips together again, making their teeth clash together, all while basically grinding herself on Lexa’s hand. Lexa kisses her hard, pressing one finger inside Clarke in the slowest way possible. Clarke groans at the lazy way that Lexa moves and urges her with the quick motion of her hips.
“What, Clarke?” she asks.
“You know what you’re doing Lexa.” Clarke replies, glaring lightly at her. Lexa smirks and presses into her until she reaches her knuckles and Clarke barely sustains her moan.
“What was that?” Lexa asks cockily, slowly pumping out of Clarke.
“Shut the fuck up. I swear…” Clarke begins to ramble, stopping when she notices that Lexa has pulled her finger out of her and has now sank to her knees. “What are you doing?”
Lexa doesn’t reply and instead kisses her way from Clarke’s knee to her inner thigh, making Clarke let out a loud moan, eyes fluttering shut. Her fingers drag down Clarke panties down and Clarke lifts her hips to help, watching Lexa with darkened eyes, her pupils so blown out Lexa can hardly see the blue. Lexa drops the panties carelessly on the floor.
“Fuck.” Lexa says, looking up at Clarke, her chest heaving and legs spread out for her. She can’t believe she’s about to eat out Clarke, the most annoying girl on campus.
One things for sure, she can’t wait to see her come.
She kisses her way to her inner thigh again, heart thrumming in her chest. Clarke’s starts to breathe more heavily, eyes fluttering shut when Lexa sucks on a spot on her thigh instead of kissing it. Finally, Lexa presses her tongue flat against her, eyes not leaving Clarke’s face. She revels in the way that Clarke scrunches her face and lets out one breathy moan, throwing her head back.
She sucks on her clit slowly.
“Lexa, oh my god.” Clarke moans, hand digging into Lexa’s curly hair. Her hips buck into Lexa’s face and Lexa digs two fingers into Clarke, making her bite her lip. Lexa keeps pumping her fingers in and out of Clarke. Clarke’s hips jerk into Lexa’s face, her moans getting louder and her hand pulling on Lexa’s hair tighter. Lexa lets out a moan of her own, eyes still on Clarke, loving the way her hips keep jerking and the tug in her hair.
She knows Clarke is close when her moves get more erratic and the way she begins to bite on her lips. Lexa begins to pump her fingers faster and sucks on Clarke harder, her other hand goes up and grabs Clarke’s breast. She squeezes it over Clarke’s dress and Clarke grabs her hand presses it harder on it.
She quickly realizes that Clarke is not wearing a bra underneath her dress, Lexa nearly moans at the feeling of Clarke’s pebbled nipple. She curses herself for not bringing Clarke’s dress down and seeing her glorious breasts.
Clarke comes with a semi loud moan, hand gripping Lexa’s hair tightly. Lexa keeps her mouth on her until Clarke taps her when she becomes too sensitive. Lexa begins to stand, pulling her fingers from Clarke and wiping them on her jeans. Clarke holds her hips and kisses her, moaning at the taste of her in Lexa’s mouth. Her hand goes to Lexa’s jeans which she unbuttons and digs into Lexa’s panties.
She pushes two fingers into her and Lexa groans into Clarke’s mouth. Clarke’s thumb finds Lexa’s clit and she circles around it while she pumps into Lexa.
Lexa comes within a minute, biting Clarke’s lip. She pulls back and rolls her eyes at the smug look in Clarke’s eyes.
“Shut up, Clarke.”
“What? I’m just proud of myself.” She says, taking her hand out of Lexa’s jeans and buttoning them up. Lexa sighs and kisses her once, resting her head on the crook of Clarke’s neck. She steps around Clarke to fix her hair and makeup in the mirror. “So...” Clarke begins.
“What?”
“We should do that again sometime, maybe on a bed.” Lexa turns at that, her eyes surprised. “Or not. Whatever.” Clarke replies, getting down from the sink top and pulling her underwear back on. She doesn’t meet Lexa’s eyes and begins to walk to the door, unlocking it.
“We should.” Lexa says and Clarke stops, turning around.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” Lexa replies.
“Maybe next time you won’t come within a minute.”
“Maybe next time you’ll go down on me, instead.” Lexa retorts, rolling her eyes.
“Definitely.” Clarke replies, surprising Lexa. She walks over to Lexa and kisses her, not pulling away until Lexa is breathless once again. She walks back to the door, opening it.
“For the record,” Lexa calls after her. “I still find you infuriating.” Clarke looks at her over her shoulder and smirks.
"So do I.”
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