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Ugh to ahhh...

This was part of Unsung Heart but doesn’t fit now. It’s a short lil scene.

Clarke is working at a bar one evening in September, not long after becoming Lexa’s girlfriend - she’s big into thinking of Lexa as her girlfriend. She’s not in the mood for work, but she is in the mood for Lexa. - Please read the full prompt credit at the end! Thanks to recklessarrow for the prompt and @jaelle90 for proofing.

Hope you all enjoy!

When you're not in the mood for work...

Clarke glanced wearily at all the people crowded into Copper Tank. She could hardly expect a smaller crowd on a warm Friday night in late September. She hated all of them, the men, the women, each and every individual vying for her attention. Well all except for one. Her eyes landed on Lexa, tall, lithe and beautiful with her dark hair half up, braids interspersed in the soft waves. Lexa who was stood looking cool and aloof, well looking aloof until she caught her eye and smiled that smile, the one that made everything better, a smile so bright Clarke’s entire body clenched with feeling, and total love and adoration. Being in love with Lexa was a heady feeling - it was all consuming and very addictive. The girl was a fucking masterpiece. The girl was also the single most important person in the world to her and she didn’t even know when that had happened. Clarke’s gaze flickered to the rest of the band who were rather unusually hanging out with Raven, Octavia and Bellamy, some sort of pool competition going on. She ached to be part of it, if only so she could stand beside Lexa, feel the heat of her body seep into hers, feel her hand on the small of her back. So, she could turn and press a kiss to the warmth of her neck and hear her murmur funny little comments in her ear.

“You working or ogling?” Kane the bar manager asked her with a nudge of his arm.

“Both,” she answered unabashedly and he laughed before directing her down the bar to where a group of guys were waiting, one leaning on the bar playing casually with his credit card. It was weird, but the longer she spent as Lexa’s… best friend and so much more, as her girlfriend, (the word still made her body feel warm and tingly), the more she hated the groups of flirty, cocky guys, who stared at her boobs as they ordered and her ass when she turned to get drinks. Still, it was her job so she smiled brightly and asked the guy what she could get him.

“Seven shots of tequila,” the guy leaning on the bar requested, eyes locking on hers before trailing over her face and then dropping so obviously to her chest that she let out a huff.

“Eyes up here,” she pointed out in irritation as she grabbed seven shot glasses and lined them up on the bar.

“You know…” he drawled drunkenly as she began to fill the glasses, “I was feeling a little off today but you’ve definitely turned me on.”

“Huh,” Clarke rolled her eyes but laughed a little because she did find the cheesy lines from drunk guys somewhat funny. Most especially because she’d get Lexa to use them on her later and that - that was fun. It was less amusing when she ran out of tequila with three glasses left to fill. She turned to fetch another from the wall behind the bar and when she turned back to the bar the guy was shaking his head with his lips pursed in an expression of appreciation.

“Fuck, did you sit in sugar, cos that’s a sweet ass!”

“Yeah, it’s fucking sweet,” she agreed, not laughing anymore, but giving him a strained smile. She was too tired for faux flirting, for dealing with assholes that assumed she wanted their attention when she didn’t. Assholes that repeated the same crappy lines the whole time. She had zero interest in these drunk guys. Zero interest in being stared at like a piece of meat. Zero interest, period.

“Tell me,” the guy said, “did it hurt when you fell from heaven, cos you’re a fucking angel!” His lines were extremely unoriginal, so she pulled out her standard knock back.

“No,” she tilted her head to the side, “but I did scrape my knee when I crawled up from hell,” she held out her hand for his card, eyebrows arched in warning.

“Cold,” the guy shook his head, apparently impressed rather than rejected.

“Actually I’m hot…” Clarke dropped her voice, and leaned over the bar towards him, the guy leaning towards her, “for her.” She pointed across the bar towards Lexa who was standing in her skinny jeans, biker boots and sexy black top, looking every bit the rock star she was.

“You think I should try it on with her?” the guy asked, perhaps choosing to mishear and Clarke laughed wryly because really that would be funny to witness. Her laugh caught Lexa’s attention, the dark haired girl turning and fixing wide green eyes on her, brow furrowing. “Wholly fuck she’s hot,” the guy gaped.

“Yeah and mine. I’m hot for her, and she’s hot for me. So please stop staring at my body, and please stop with the pick-up lines. And I really wouldn’t try it on with my girlfriend.”

“Fuck,” the guy actually groaned as she said girlfriend and Clarke dropped away from the bar in frustration, “gonna let me join you?”

“Ha, no chance of that. We don’t share,” she stalked away, heading from behind the bar and to the group at the pool table.

“Clarke,” Lexa was frowning, clearly in protective mode, but Clarke brushed her fingers over the furrows.

“It’s ok,” she whispered before pressing her mouth to hers, and sidling her body up so close she could feel the pounding of her girlfriend’s heart. Lexa slid her hands onto her ass instinctively and she curled her arms around Lexa’s neck, and stuck up her middle finger in the general direction of the guy, unable to explain why she was quite so irritated and impatient with the unwanted attention. She was beginning to get irritated in general with the somewhat constant belief that she was only mentioning her girlfriend as an invitation to a threesome.

“Fuck Clarke, we get it, you’re bisexual! Don’t hump your girlfriend in the bar,” Raven teased in her annoyingly blunt way, making the others laugh. Clarke just kissed Lexa harder, ignoring her friend.

“Wow, I think maybe someone was eyeing up her girlfriend - she seems awfully possessive,” Anya joined in, obviously having watched Clarke’s encounter with the bar guy. Clarke found the teasing mildly annoying, but it was such a relief to kiss Lexa that she didn’t care.

“You ok?” Lexa pulled back and stared at her.

“Don’t worry baby. Some stupid guy was thinking I’m gonna be into him when he’s gross and annoying and I’m clearly bilexual,” she smirked at her new word and kissed her again, but Raven had heard it all.

“Oh my god, what did you just say?” she cackled loudly.

“I said I’m bilexual!” Clarke glared at Raven for interrupting her kiss and moment with Lexa, and because it was so fucking obvious that she was so incredibly into Lexa. She was bilexual - absolutely sexually all about Lexa. Everything Lexa. So what if she thought other women were good looking and some men too, she was absolutely sexually connected with Lexa. All of her sexual attraction for women, all her sexual attraction in general, was directed at Lexa - the goddess in her arms, the most beautiful person she’d ever met and the sexiest. Her body’s reactions to Lexa were stronger than they had been with anyone else ever. She’d honestly had no idea her body could do the wonderful things Lexa got it to do.

“Oh my god, say it again, the others didn’t hear,” Raven was gasping with amusement and even Lexa was smiling a smile so big Clarke wanted to take her somewhere private and fuck her senseless. Her eyes subconsciously drifted towards the stock room and she knew Lexa had seen when her eyes darkened, black obliterating green.

“I said,” she spoke loudly, for all her gathered friends to hear, “I’m bilexual,” she flicked her hair, sounding sassy as hell even though she hadn’t meant to, and then because they were all staring at her she just couldn’t resist winking gregariously and firing finger guns at them all before grabbing Lexa’s hand, “and I’m on break,” she tugged Lexa determinedly towards the stock room, pulling her inside and slamming her against the door as she closed it. “I’m so fucking bilexual right now,” she growled running her hands up Lexa’s jean covered thighs, over her perfect ass, scraping fingers softly between her legs before finding soft bare skin at her waist. The whimper Lexa released was a turn on. Fuck, it was all a turn on, and Clarke needed to get off. Needed to fuck the girl that made things right with the world. She slid her thigh purposefully up between Lexa’s and her girlfriend immediately ground down onto it, moaning into the heated kisses, as she bent a leg allowing Clarke to find the friction she needed as well.

All credit for "bilexual" and Clarke’s wink and finger guns goes to recklessarrow who gave me this awesome prompt. Thank you!

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