Dom!Clarke/Sub!Lexa Weekend @wanhedasdaggerweek - Tumblr Blog

G!P Clarke is an art student who needed to draw a nude model for her class. It's the weekend and her sketch is due on Monday. With time running out, she begs her roommate crush Lexa to pose for her

Hellow! A year and some later from this ask, and a month from the original posting day for this year's Wanheda's Dagger Week, Here it Finally IS.

Nude Portrait (already on AO3)

You can find the little teaser/trailer format here.

First and foremost. Huge and Ginormous Shout Out to @suspenceandsuffering this monster of a fic (23k 🤯) wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her help. Spence gave me ideas on how to rework part that didn't sit right with me, helped me reword clunky parts, she even wrote entire parts I was struggling with for me, and caught every misspelling, typo and grammar errors (while accepting the ones i just decided to ignore 😅) Not to mention the constant hyping up, awesome daily conversations and amazing educational explanations of the stupidity of the english language 🙂‍↔️

I've been working on this one pretty much since I got this ask, i crafted their backstory and re-worked the plot i wanted a few times over until it turned into the fun idea it was always meant to be🙂‍↕️

For the past two months I've been working arduously on it (with week long breaks, but still 🤨) The original timeline kept stretching and stretching, these two just didn't want to let me go! They kept asking for more scenes and more fun little convos, and more and more words. What was a humble writer like me supposed to do but keep writing 😮‍💨(🤣)

Anyways, if any of you wonder what Clarke's about to see... it's something like this:

minus some garments Without any further ado... Here's Nude Portrait!

She shouldn’t have put it off for so long; they gave her two entire weeks to do it, four hour-long sessions set during their free time with paid models for them to do it live. Still, Clarke opted to go out all first three times, and then, because the world hates her, she got stuck in the biggest traffic jam on her way to the last one, making her miss the whole thing.

So now, here she was, on a Sunday afternoon —because her Saturday night was spent drowning the pain in alcohol and a packed, sweaty dance floor with her friends. Morning was spent hungover— coming back and remembering the pain of not having a moment with a nude model for her Monday class assignment. And of course she had asked her friends the night before, but the only one willing to expose herself that much —and be bored out of her mind sitting still for hours— was Raven, and unfortunately for Clarke, she was traveling to see her boyfriend all day.

She was running out of time, and all she was doing was lying on the couch biting her thumb and overthinking.

She could present an old portrait, but her pride wouldn’t allow it; she wasn’t three months away from graduating from her art major to be turning in an old portrait that would definitely reflect poorly on her grades.

She could go to a strip club, but the constant movement wouldn’t really help her realistic style; she also didn’t know who to ask for permission or if she would get it, considering her talent could make the portrait an equivalent of a photo. She could draw herself, but it would either be a very uncomfortable position to draw in, or a very awkward pose to draw. She also wasn’t sure if self-portraits were allowed.

“You do know there’s food in our fridge, right?” The words shook her out of her staring at the floor “You don’t need to feed from your own thumb” is added next and Clarke frowns up, sharply removing her finger from her mouth.

“You are a mean person, Lexa Woods” She grumbles with a huff. Clarke sits up to hide her blush, but there’s not much she can do to stop the flaming red when her eyes find her roommate making her —admittedly short— way to the kitchen.

“I am a very funny person, actually” Lexa chuckles arrogantly.

It looks unfairly good on her.

Clarke sighs her own laugh as she rubs her eyes; she breathes deeply in and sharply out, trying and failing to get rid of the image of Lexa in her weekend attire. To get rid of the feeling it evokes to watch her walk in lazy strides wearing skin-tight boxing-shorts and an oversize t-shirt that is basically see-through after too many years in constant rotation.

“Who told you that?” Clarke shoots with a tiny hint of sarcasm.

“As a matter of fact, you did, several times” Lexa winks at her from across the room, turning to start up her personal kettle.

“I didn’t mean it” she fires, silencing her huff of laughter and pretending to be disinterested while she stands up.

“You did. I know because you were flirting” Lexa singsongs without looking at her.

“Mmh, yeah…” Clarke hums in turn; she tsks then starts walking towards the kitchen “yeah I was. Which is how I know it was a lie”

Lexa snorts as Clarke sits down on her stool in the kitchen. She takes the time to smile behind Lexa’s back.

She loves their usual banter.

“It wasn’t a lie” Lexa huffs, looking at her over her shoulder; it’s insanely attractive “You only flirt with honesty; you do it all the time”

“Whatever” Clarke rolls her eyes and scratches the back of her head to cover her blush. She waits for Lexa to turn around with her newly served tea in hand to add “It’s fun; you don’t tend to back down”

“I never back down” Lexa leans in to whispers conspiratorially.

“Oh I know!” Clarke chimes in loudly —she likes it a little too much when Lexa whispers— “I’ve known even before I liked it”

“Oh Clarke…” Lexa tsks standing up only to sit on her own stool across from Clarke “You’ve always liked it” and she winks.

Oh that wink.

She’s way too good at it and Clarke likes it dangerously much.

“Can’t argue with that” She smiles regardless, and Lexa giggles happily.

It’s crazy to look back now, how easily they can joke and laugh and even argue without getting upset. The two didn’t see eye to eye at the beginning, but Clarke must admit she’s always known how attractive her roommate is; even in between all the arguments and disagreements, Lexa continued to be annoyingly beautiful.

The cold shoulder borne in the name of choosing a devil you know over an impossible heaven you don’t, changed nothing in the way Clarke viewed Lexa. After all, they were supposed to be each other’s unknown heavens after their own devils.

They wouldn’t have known it within the first words exchanged, not considering that as Lexa entered their recently re-assigned dorm room Clarke wasted no time asking.

“If I were to tell you, right now, that I’m transgender, what would you do?”

It was the very first words she said to her, Lexa had barely said ‘hi’ and Clarke only answered with her question. Lexa had looked confused, maybe even taken a little aback, but Clarke could recognize the shock factor of her own question. Especially since Lexa quickly recovered, answering confidently.

“I would ask what your pronouns are.”

Clarke had sighed in relief, even throwing her head back with her eyes closed. Lexa didn’t know it yet —and she wouldn’t for a while— but it was a perfectly justified reaction after her first meeting with her last roommate —a spoiled little rich bitch, so transphobic and so loud about it that they got reassigned in less than a week.

That time Clarke had tried to be nice; looking back, she thinks maybe if she hadn’t mentioned it, the bitch wouldn’t have even noticed. Mostly though, she’s grateful for not having had to deal with it for too long.

“…So… what are they?”

“What?” Clarke had opened her eyes, confused, turning to an expectant Lexa, still rooted in place by the door.

“Your… pronouns” She had offered with a little smile after giving her a quick once-over that was maybe not quite quick enough, and definitely not excused by her confusion and amusement at her new roommate’s odd, yet harmless, behavior.

“Oh! Right. She/Her… yours?”

“Same. So you… aren’t… trans?”

Clarke had closed her eyes at the time, biting her lip to suppress a smile, before sighing and releasing a full grin anyways.

“That was the greatest compliment you could’ve ever given me” Lexa had grinned with her too and finally entered the room.

“I’m Lexa, cis-woman, proud Lesbian”

“Clarke. Out and loud bisexual trans woman” They shook hands, and immediately dissolved into giggles “Come on in. Make yourself at home… Lexa”

Lexa had looked at her with a kind, soft smile that time, one that Clarke wouldn’t see for a while after, “thanks” she had muttered before looking away. Clarke would later find out that Lexa’s past roommate was a homophobe who immediately panicked when Lexa hung her flag on the wall, which made that moment just as special to Lexa as it had been for Clarke.

Their first introduction gave them a false sense of security of smooth sailing for the rest of their time as roommates, it also gave Clarke an idea that she might not have been projecting when she noticed the way Lexa was looking at her.

Only one of those was proven wrong.

Because reality wasn’t that simple —or nice— a “good enough” post-introduction couldn’t counter the number of differences they found while learning to cohabit. Even sharing the sisterhood of being daughters of Sappho and the electric chemistry and attraction that was hard to deny to anyone that spent enough time with them, living together was no ‘happily ever after’.

Accommodating each other’s habits was a bit rough; they were both stubborn from -birth- the beginning but willing to adapt, if only because they refused to take a chance on a new roommate.

For the entirety of the first semester of their freshman year of college, they bonked heads more often than not but refused to trade it for the chance of worse. Even if they were just starting to get to know each other, they learned quickly that their stubbornness would be in constant competition.

It didn’t take much longer to realize they had very different habits and…lifestyles. Their ideas of what to do in college and how to go about it did not meet at all. While Clarke stepped right into an Art major, Lexa had a dual-degree scholarship for English and Trigedasleng that got her into the school.

Where Clarke wanted to hang out with all her friends from home that also attended the school, plus all the new friends she was making every day, Lexa opted to study all the time, meet as few people as possible and having only weekly calls —which seemed outrageously long for Clarke, even all these years later— with her two and only friends —one of which was her older sister.

Clarke was loud, stayed out late, and slept in as much as she could. She was messy in her own organized way and was never ashamed of anything —which caused some big early arguments where they had to set boundaries about nudity.

Lexa, for her part, cherished her privacy; she was very tidy too; everything she possessed had its own specific neat place, and she —confessed later on— really itched to organize Clarke’s side of the room. She liked her alone time very much, enjoyed morning for the very same reason and her mood, logically, relied on her beauty sleep to be long and uninterrupted —which took Clarke a minute to get.

Naturally, the first four months were a chaotic experience. They argued about almost everything while trying very hard not to tell the other how to live their lives. Any and all arguments ended with one of them saying something along the lines of “It’s either learning how to coexist or trying our luck with re-placing and the very real possibility of a discriminatory asshole” which didn’t fix the issue, but it reminded them to keep trying, to look at things from a different point of view and try to find a middle point that was convenient enough. It didn’t always work —almost never for the first semester— but they kept moving forward one argument at a time.

It’s not that they didn’t get along with each other; on the rare occasion that there wasn’t any disturbance to their arrangements, they managed to talk a lot, they shared a similar humor, they were both confident and self-assured, and they were both overall interested in each other, in getting to know one another.

They had an explosive chemistry that every single one of Clarke’s friends noticed, and even Lexa’s friends picked up on.

It wouldn’t be until after winter break that things would finally calm down a little. Neither of them expected to come back with a renewed sense of cooperation, but living with their families —both big enough— for even a few weeks again truly gave them the perspective necessary to settle and calm their stubbornness.

Lexa had three siblings, all close in age and pretty close from the beginning. Lexa’s father had remarried when Lexa was six and her older sister, Anya, was almost eight years old. Soon after, they moved in with their stepmom Indra and her two kids Lincoln and Gaia. The four kids had never had much trouble coexisting; they had often shared rooms as kids, and even when they each had their own, they would do casual sleepovers in their teen years.

That first year, though? First winter back from school for all three oldest, it was… a lot. Gaia had definitely gotten used to being an only child —Lexa’s words, the moment she came back to the dorm— and the rest each had their own new habits from learning how to live with their own roommates. Lexa had complained a lot when she came back, saying how she couldn’t believe she used to share a room with Anya!

Clarke, for her part, was the oldest sister of three; her two siblings, Aden and Tris, had an age gap with her of seven and nine years —respectively— which made them preteens at that time. Her parents were already —practically— retired and the holidays were a houseful, even without all the guests —whether that’d be friends or extended family. She hadn’t realized until that point how much calmer it was to live with only one person.

Second semester was a breeze in comparison; the two were much more open to listening to each other and they got better at communication —calmly, that is.

It was around that time that Clarke really got to know Lexa. The true, honest, unfiltered version of her. The one who trusted her, not only as her roommate but as her friend.

All things that made her insanely more attractive; Lexa is fun, quick and good natured with her sarcasm, and so, sooo sassy. A little dirty minded and occasionally flirty, self-confident and smart, never cocky —except for when she is joking—; she is incredibly thoughtful and very protective of those she considered her people —a group of which Clarke quickly became a part of.

By the end of their first year, they both knew they wanted to keep rooming the following year. Junior year they decided to share a single space one last time so they could really save up and get a more permanent place they could stay in even past senior year.

Their rented apartment was a decent-sized loft divided into two very small residences, with two bedrooms and one open space, a place they would hopefully call home for many years to come.

“What’s the problem?” Lexa asks after a couple of minutes of sipping her tea in silence, breaking through Clarke’s trip down memory lane.

“I… umh” Clarke shakes her head out of dream-land and looks up at Lexa again “I have an assignment due on Monday morning and.. I missed the sessions” She sighs, looking away quickly.

She knows what’s coming.

“How many were there?”

“…Four”

“And you missed… all four?”

“I… got overconfident and skipped the first three” She winces and stares at her stool “I missed the fourth one over traffic after the art exhibit I went to with the boys”

“You-

“I know! I know. You don’t need to scowl” she whines pathetically.

She turns to pout at a very exasperated Lexa who after a minute only sighs deeply with a painful eyeroll and turns her back to her to open the fridge.

“How long until you graduate?” she asks after a beat, a growing smirk clear in Lexa's voice, as she looks over her shoulder to mock her.

“Fuck off!”

They laugh together, settling in a comfortable silence as Lexa offers to share the leftover cake from a friend’s birthday.

“What is it?”

“What?” Clarke pales, her voice coming an octave higher than intended.

“The assignment” Lexa deadpans, blowing on her cup of tea.

“Oh …uhm…a portrait” a pause “A nude portrait”

Clarke watches Lexa blink slowly, look up and then sideways, turning to her “Clarke.”

“I know” Clarke pouts.

“You’re screwed”

“I knowwwahh-“

“Wait. Didn’t Raven help you last time?”

“Yeah, I asked her, but she’s with Shaw”

“Oh, whoa. That sucks for you” Lexa tries and fails to cover her chuckle.

“Yeah” Clarke sighs again. Pouting at Lexa, hoping she would somehow come up with a solution to a problem that very well did not concern her even a little.

It is then, looking at her —with her mile long legs on full display, her see-through t-shirt and that wonderful bum barely contained by either it or the shorts— that Clarke felt a lightbulb light up over her head.

“Hey, uhm- Did you know nude models make like… pff, like 200 bucks a session?”

“200?! A session?”

“Yep. A few hours long. They can even charge per hour”

“Damn, and here I am making a hundred a month”

“You work part time-”

“Still”

There’s a moment of silence, as Lexa sips her tea with a pensive nod and Clarke stares at her. Building up courage until-

Lexa looks at her. Her eyes go wide and a frown takes over her face

“Clarke-!” she scowls even putting her cup down

“It's 200 bucks” she says before anything else, which shouldn’t be her selling point, but-

“For nude posing!” Lexa hisses.

They speak at the same time then.

“You wouldn't even need-”

"For your portfolio-!”

“- to be naked the entire time”

“- For everyone to see!”

Lexa glares at her, fire in her eyes and Clarke bites her lip.

“I don't care if you see me naked Clarke! You've helped me shower with a broken ankle! That portrait will be in your portfolio for-ever!

“A-a-alongside about three of Raven”

Lexa huffs a laugh, and Clarke’s hope rises “Yeah! RAVEN, the girl who stripped for an entire semester to buy a car!” Lexa fully laughs “Not me, Clarke! This is insane” she finishes with a regretful sigh.

“I know” Clarke sighs with her. She feels terrible, but she can see Lexa does want to help, she just needs to… ask the right way. “I’m sorry for asking-“

“You didn’t even get there”

“Well you’re too smart for our own well-being”

“Flattery will get you nowhere” Lexa narrows her eyes at her, smirk filtering through.

“No?”

“Clarke!”

“I’m just saying, no one needs to know-“

“No? No one will know that the very realistic painting of my naked body, is in fact my body?!”

“It’s a drawing. Actually.”

“Clarke.”

“I don’t need to draw your face! I can even ignore your tattoos”

For the first time in the conversation Lexa just looks at her, disbelief clear in her eyes, but no regret, no anger, no laughter. Just the well-known pinch between her eyebrows that forms when she’s deep in thought.

“You can be in a position comfortable enough to fall asleep in” Clarke continues. Lexa’s eyes jump to hers, refocusing into reality, and some of that fire is back “Y-yo- you don't even need to be naked at all, this outfit could be perfect, your tee is practically see-through, and it could be an artistic sty-“

Clarke closes her mouth when Lexa rolls her eyes, straightening her back before looking back at her.

“Cla-“

“And it’s 200 bucks!” Lexa pauses to sigh deeply, looking away.

“Where would you even get that money anyways?” Lexa asks with an air of indifference, she rolls her eyes and huffs with a laugh as though the idea of getting paid for helping Clarke is ridiculous.

“I could ask my parents for a little loan” Clarke shrugs thinking nothing of it.

Lexa chews her lip and Clarke imitates her; she tries her best puppy eyes until Lexa looks at her and speaks again.

“Clarke, you- You can't be serious”

“Lexa. I’m-” Clarke sighs deeply, so tired, so desperate “I am so serious right now, I swear. I promise I can make it ambiguous, and comfortable and, and sooo profitable for you” she tries with a grin that only reaches grimace “just pleaaase! I’m begging you. I have no idea what else to do and I don't have much more time”

Lexa shakes her head and sighs again.

“How did Raven do this?” she asks with an eyeroll.

“She likes the attention”

“No-“ Lexa laughs “I know. I mean how… did you two go about it?”

“I- uhm, well I get… kinda real professional and I-I explain all I know about lighting and, scenography and-and a little anatomy, whatever I need and-and then… we agree on a pose and… I get to… work.”

Lexa sighs, rolls her jaw and looks away. Her eyes jump back and forth over the ceiling and the counter, and she steps back to cross her arms over her chest. She looks at Clarke three times, rolling her eyes harder each time she looks away. Until finally, she stares at her, sighs deeply and-

“Fine. I’ll do it”

“Oh my goddess, seriously?!” Clarke immediately stands up.

“I wa-uhmp!”

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!! Oh you’re the best!” Clarke goes to hug Lexa lifting her up in a bear hug and kissing her cheek before putting her down again, still holding onto her arms.

“Okay. Great, this is- amazing! So y-y-you go, uhm, go get comfortable on the couch I’m- uhm, I’m gonna go get my stuff and get in professional mode and-and we can get started! Thank you! I adore you!” She finishes with another hug before hurrying to her room.

“Do I need to shower?” Lexa calls after her.

“No, no- well, I mean, if you want to, but it’s not like…Necessary, really. Whatever you want”

Clarke is so excited when she enters her room that it takes her a minute to figure out what she needs. She takes a deep breath and feels her professional self rise to the occasion. She changes first, takes off her sweats and puts on her art clothes: an old pair of shorts that look more like boxers, all stiff and painted over, just like her shirt, black and loose and a bit see-through from being all worn out.

She grabs her camera from under her bed and her other phone that has a good camera, she considers her laptop to better show the pictures to Lexa, but it’s old and very slow so she leaves it.

“Okay!” She enters the living room —if you can call it that— energetically ready to explain everything “I’m gonna tell you all the steps we need before I even sit down-“

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Lexa interrupts her, comfortably lying on the couch with her feet up.

It makes Clarke stop mid-walk to her desk with all her things in her hands.

She looks so good and she’s not even trying.

“I- Uhm” she looks down at herself after too long of looking at Lexa and her amused raised eyebrows “Yeah, these are my art clothes, you’ve seen me in them multiple times”

“No, yeah, I know. I thought you said it was a drawing”

“It is”

“Why the clothes?”

“Because I’m messy! Why do you care?”

“No, I don’t” Lexa raised her hands and a smirk takes over her lips “Just asking”

Clarke can’t help it, she laughs even as she rolls her eyes playfully, she drops her phone and camera at her desk and pulls out her best set of pencils —over 20 different thickness of the lead— and moves to get a new canvas from the closet in the back and her easel as well.

“You wanted to know how I did this with Raven, so… what I try to do is make sure everything is… your choice. So like; position, visibility, everything, is up to you, we can take some pictures if you wanna see how you look, I can explain to you what I can do with that to cover up or what I can fake, is that cool? Or would you rather just… go”

“Uhm…” Lexa sits up, suddenly looking anything but confident “I think you’re being a little… too professional”

Clarke blinks at her “uhm… What?”

Lexa sighs and stands up “You… aren’t being… you” She walks up to her and grabs her arms “it’s throwing me off a little. So… maybe just joke a little, you suddenly became… a different Clarke, I need my roommate back for this”

“Roommate? Whoa, and here I thought I had been upgraded to friend”

“Asshole” Lexa snorts, and Clarke smiles, because it worked.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m used to people wanting to separate things”

“I don’t. I wouldn’t do this for, literally, anybody else.” Lexa glares pointedly at her, and Clarke can’t help but smile… and maybe blush a little “So I need you, to be… you”

“I will, so much you’ll get tired of me”

Lexa rolls her eyes, and they smile at each other before Clarke asks her to review some of her past projects. They talk about the process, about what Clarke thinks she needs for this piece and explain to Lexa why and how they can achieve that. Clarke explains to Lexa that the pictures are a first approximation and can help with later details she may want to add without needing Lexa to stay put, it also helps with keeping track of the change in the lighting and shadows as the hours go by.

Lexa rolls her eyes at keeping her shirt on; for one she thinks it won’t make a difference since Clarke can still see her boobs through it anyways, and two if the point is to make her unrecognizable her high school sport-class shirt shouldn’t be portrayed.

As Lexa sits and lies on the couch again, topless this time —not distracting at all— they talk about the most efficient position for both comfort and artsiness. Lexa asks about how to hide her tattoos —her back and neck weren’t visible, but she couldn’t imagine a way to hide her bicep and opposite hip at the same time— Clarke explains that she doesn’t need to cover them, she just won’t draw them, pretend like they were never there.

They take a few pictures, Clarke explaining how she could work with them and asking Lexa if she’s truly comfortable lying like that for a few hours, and with that kind of exposure.

It’s then that Clarke realized this might be a little harder than she anticipated, not because Lexa isn’t cooperating, quite the opposite actually; Lexa is a little bit too comfortable with exposing herself to Clarke, only worrying about the level of detail that might expose her in the final product. And Clarke is… very attracted to her; she’s known that for a long time and drawing a nude portrait of her crush is a long, long stretch from the very tiring work-out she put in helping Lexa shower with a broken ankle.

They’re about to try a third pose when Clarke realizes her painting shorts aren’t going to be very comfortable for the rest of the day. The first pose Lexa really didn’t like; she said she looked weird and clearly not relaxed; they didn’t spend much time looking at it. The second though, Lexa took a while adjusting, asking Clarke if it was okay this way and that and Clarke had to spend a long time just… looking at her, without taking her picture or having anything to do with her hands to keep her distracted from the fact that it is… Lexa.

The topless woman asking her to look and artistically judge her nakedness is Lexa Woods, her roommate, her best friend. Her years-long crush.

She took five pictures, already feeling hot all over and trying to stay professional and friendly without showing Lexa how really affected she was as they reviewed the pictures and ultimately decided… that Lexa wanted to try another pose.

Oh yeah! And she wanted to know how her hips looked without the boxing-shorts.

As if her own old shorts weren’t already tight, Clarke couldn’t bear the twitching of her staff right now.

“Hey I’m gonna… change a little, it’s getting kinda chilly. You know my feet are always cold” She starts walking away before Lexa even looks at her, she avoids looking as Lexa jumps to get her own shorts off.

Clarke sighs the moment she enters her room “Okay, you need to calm down” She whispers to herself. She takes her time taking her shorts off and rolling her eyes at the bounce of her dick when she does “This is not the time” she hisses down to Jr. —yes, she calls her Jr.— She’s not fully hard yet, just starting to; it’s easy to stop by tapping her head a couple times, flinching at the slight pain it provokes.

“Now stay down” she scowls lowly, frowning and resisting the itch to rub the discomfort away, as she grabs her loosest pair of boxers, a pair of socks —even though she’s not cold like she told Lexa— and a pair of cut sweatpants.

She heads back into the living room with the camera in her hands and Lexa is already comfortably on the couch.

“Better?” She asks as Clarke stands in front of her.

“Yeah” Clarke lies “you comfy there?”

“Actually, I am, take the pictures and tell me if it works”

“I can tell you right now” Clarke smiles, even as she steps back and raises the camera to her face “I have a good feeling about this one”

She takes a few pictures and kneels beside the couch to show Lexa “Oh I like it. Is that narcissistic?”

“What? No! Of course not”

“Do you like it?” Lexa turns to look at her and Clarke purposefully keeps looking at the camera.

“It’s good, we should keep it”

“How’re you gonna work around the tattoos? I’m showing both”

“That’s easy” Clarke looks at her this time “I know how muscles look defined, and I can see the way your bicep is flexing, it won’t be hard to ignore the tattoo. And your hip is even easier-” they both look down “Your skin is smooth there so I will only need to add a little shadow”

“Okay, good. What… about my face?”

“Oh even better, you see-“ She lifts the camera and shows Lexa the picture again “When I told you to tilt your head, it’s so I can start the sketch right here, from your neck down without even drawing your jaw… because that would certainly sell your identity”

“It’s not that recognizable”

“It’s the first thing every single one of my friends mentioned after meeting you”

“Whatever”

“Just say I’m right”

“Don’t you have a deadline like, tomorrow?”

They narrow their eyes at each other with growing smiles until Clarke huffs and stands up. She tells Lexa she’ll get started; she takes a couple more pictures and moves her stool and easel around to find the best position.

“Alright. Here I go” Clarke sighs, focusing on the empty canvas; she takes a deep breath and finally takes a look at Lexa.

The first shaping takes a few minutes; it’s easy to avoid looking at Lexa’s face, but not so easy that she doesn't notice Lexa looking at her, seemingly holding the urge to say something. Clarke would like to tell her it’s okay if she wants to talk through it, but she really needs to focus on the first part.

It takes a few tries, erasing lines and redoing them a couple times until she’s content with the first sketch. It’s equal parts harder and easier than she anticipated to draw Lexa. For one, she has experience through the years she’s found herself absently drawing sketches of Lexa on all her sketchbooks— It wasn’t a secret; Lexa liked to tease her about it actually, also asking her to never use them in school— And two, she surprises herself with the ability to actually look at Lexa as her model before anything else.

It’s easier than she expected to look at the way her breast reacts to gravity without thinking about the fact that she is quite literally staring at her roommate’s boobs. Still, she can’t ignore the fact that it is Lexa; her body won’t let her. Even if she tries not to react, she can’t help but be insanely attracted to Lexa and her body.

It’s the way Lexa’s boobs are round and firm, barely molding down to gravity, only slightly falling sideways with the way Lexa is lying, easily allowing Clarke to draw the valley between them. Her nipples are perky and small, lighter than Clarke imagined, contrasting beautifully to her tanned skin, making Clarke wish this was a painting instead. Her torso, oh the real dream of an artist, Lexa was toned, never a true athlete but always staying fit. She’s a woman who’s not scared to gain fat during the winter and always flattens it out during the summer when the days are warmer and she can go on long walks and runs; she bikes and hikes and even swims when she gets the chance.

Her lower sternum dips barely between her ribs, almost connecting with the invisible line of her abdomen. Her waist shapes and shows her muscles, rounding down to her lower belly and the hollow of her pelvis that disappears under her panties. Panties that are pulled up as far as they can go to show off those delicio- defined! Hips, that Lexa was so curious to know how they’d look exposed. Her thighs are thick, firm and defined; her legs are miles long and put up in the perfect position to show the muscle definition of her calves.

Clarke sighs lowly with her eyes closed. She hopes the canvas hides her while she composes herself. She hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until she had to let it out. She notices she was breathing weirdly, trying to match it to the way Lexa’s body moves with her own breathing. Also because it’s getting really hot. The room, that is.

Adjusting in her seat isn’t doing much to help with the restarted twitching of her member, and she hopes she can go on for a little while longer before she has to take care of it. She is nearly done with the overall shape and defining lines, she already added a few shadows here and there and she would like to add some more before taking a break and starting with detailing.

Clarke is doing a final check of proportions when she notices the goosebumps on Lexa’s thighs and the shifting of her entire body.

“Is it cold?” She asks looking up at Lexa and watches her eye jump up to hers in surprise “Are you cold?” She asks again, even if she gets a feeling that the goosebumps might mean something else.

“A… little. Maybe” Lexa smiles tightly; her eyes stare at her as she seems to be figuring out how to breathe properly.

“Let me get out our heater” Clarke breathes out as she stands up, looking away.

She pauses the moments she’s up, unsure how to move around the room and avoid giving Lexa a clear view of her boner. She’s not fully hard, again, but Jr is definitely up and more visible than before. Clarke is thinking about telling Lexa she’ll get her a glass of water or a snack, using that to turn her back to her and figure out later how to get the heater when Lexa’s voice startles her.

“You okay there?”

“What? Yep. Yeah-” Clarke shakes herself out of her stupor and hastily moves to the kitchen “Would you like another tea?” she calls once she gets behind the cabinets that cover her from Lexa’s view.

“Clarke-”

“I could get us a snack too” She adds, wincing at interrupting Lexa but moving to get snacks anyways. A minute goes by, and then another until Lexa sighs her answer.

“Sure”

Clarke takes her time grabbing a few cookies and getting Lexa’s tea, she also spends some time figuring out how to hold things to cover herself until she can turn her back and head to the bathroom.

In the end it’s useless.

The moment she reaches Lexa she looks concerned.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, of course. I- I’m sorry”

“It’s okay” Lexa reassures but she barely hears it as she turns to walk away.

She’s not panicking.

She could be, but it’s Lexa, it’s fine, she just needs a minute.

“I’m just gonna-“

“Clarke-”

“-be right back”

“It’s fine.” Lexa stands up and grabs her wrist to stop her. She pulls her only a little bit closer and looks at her with those big green eyes and the tilt of a smile. Clarke relaxes immediately “It’s okay… I’m really hot” Lexa adds with a wink.

Clarke snorts with an eyeroll, Lexa grins fully and tries to follow her gaze when Clarke looks away.

“You’re so mean” she says with a smile as she looks back; she can’t help blushing, but it feels nice.

“Funny” Lexa corrects with a smirk “we’ve already covered this”

“Whatever you say” Clarke rolls her eyes again and turns to leave.

“Hey, wait” Lexa pulls at her wrist again. “Listen” her smile is softer now “it’s really fine. Okay?”

They look at each other for a while; Clarke means to joke, to step back, but she can’t. She takes a deep breath and smiles gratefully as she sighs her breath out.

“Okay” she nods “I’ll just- get rid of it” She adds tilting her head but staying put.

“If it makes you feel better” Lexa nods “Cause I don’t mind” She smiles with a shrug.

“Thanks” Clarke smiles again “It will; I’ll be right back”

“Okay”

Clarke sighs deeply, leaning on her closed door. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, sighing again just for the sake of it. She drops slowly onto her bed with yet another sigh. She stares at her ceiling for a second, thinking, thankful for Lexa and her reaction but wishing it just hadn’t happened, wishing for the tightness in her pants to ease away. Mostly, it was uncomfortable; obviously, she is a little horny. Lexa is right; she is hot, very hot. It would just be easier if it wasn’t so obvious, but at least Lexa isn’t uncomfortable, they’ve come a long way from that big early argument about nudity.

She huffs a giggle, remembering how that conversation ended.

Lexa hadn’t been really upset about it, mostly… annoyed. Clarke had apologized sincerely and promised to be better. Somehow, she ended up mentioning that there was a lot to cover and that “believe it or not, this rack is natural”

“Why wouldn’t I believe it?” Lexa had asked, tilting her head in the cute way she always did.

“Uhm… excuse me?”

“Clarke” Lexa laughed “We are eighteen years old-“

“I just turned nineteen”

“-whatever- We’re barely adults and you look like that? I’m guessing you started transitioning a long time ago”

And Lexa hadn’t been wrong, Clarke couldn’t be too surprised that she noticed. She could tease her though.

“Like that?” She asked with a smirk, looking down at herself and back at Lexa to make her point.

“Oh don’t you go fishing for compliments, Griffin”

“I’m just picking up the ones you’re throwing around”

Clarke rolls her eyes at their old banter; a lot has changed since then, and also, a lot has stayed exactly the same.

With one last sigh, she sits up and wiggles out of her sweats only to glare at Jr. She contemplates how to fix this for a moment, hating that her mind is flooded with images of Lexa and Jr. keeps tweaking.

“I know, okay! It’s really not the time though” she hisses, mindful of their non-insulated walls.

She goes to grab her staff and has to bite her lip; she’s very sensitive. She thought she could get rid of it with a few taps like before, but maybe she’s going to need something else. She closes her eyes, not letting go; she opens them quickly; she needs to get Lexa out of her head.

With yet another sigh Clarke lifts her hand and holds her middle finger to her thumb, she flicks her head with little force and holds in the groan of pain. It’s not enough, but it works somewhat; her dick isn’t getting harder, and she’s hit with memories of times she’s gotten hurt like this. A football thrown to her crotch, sitting on a railing going wrong, and even accidentally flicking herself similarly enough.

She closes her eyes and finches before and right after she does it again; this time is worse, and it works perfectly; she does rub her staff this time to ease the pain, and thankfully, her boner goes away almost fully. The pain isn’t terrible; once again it’s mostly uncomfortable, so she does a quick job of pulling her boxers and sweats up again, and with one final deep breath in and out she goes back into the living room.

Lexa is happily eating the cookies Clarke brought her and dipping them in her tea. She’s still only in her panties and Clarke has half a mind to wonder if she cares about burning herself, but not the right half to ask.

As she sits in her stool once again, Lexa is just looking at her while she chews up the last of her cookie. Clarke tries not to look at her; she looks at her drawing instead and it’s not better. She needs to get over this stupid —yet highly valid— crush, because as of right now she can’t escape Lexa’s nakedness.

“How is it?” Lexa asks as she stands up with her empty cup of tea.

Clarke looks at her and quickly averts her eyes; she feels weird looking at her since she’s not posing anymore. Lexa doesn’t seem to care as she shakes crumbs off her legs and walks practically naked to the kitchen.

Clarke shakes her head with a humorless chuckle; this is the same woman who complained about Clarke’s topless habits.

“Clarke?”

“Huh? Sorry! It’s… Good yeah” Clarke shakes her head.

Staring at the floor until Lexa sits sounds like the best option.

“Just good? You’ve been working for like… an hour and it’s just good?”

“Almost two” Clarke mumbles looking at her watch. She rolls her eyes at Lexa’s 'almost two' mocking mumble back and finally actually examines her drawing “It’s shaping up nicely; it just… there’s a lot left still”

She notices Lexa lying on the couch again and she finally looks at her… face.

“How much longer do you think we’ll be here?”

“I don’t know… certainly enough for you to take a nap” Clarke grins, double language majors are great at taking naps.

“Don’t tempt me, Griffin- Is this okay?”

“Sure!”

“You didn’t even look” Lexa deadpans, and Clarke looks away with a nervous smile “I mean the pose; am I in the same position as I was before?”

Clarke takes a visible deep breath —to which Lexa rolls her eyes with a smirk— and takes a look at her drawing before turning to Lexa. Her eyes roam Lexa’s form slowly and albeit shamefully —and lustfully— before she looks at her canvas again. She takes a few looks back and forth before telling Lexa she is a little too close to the edge, maybe slightly higher, and to not forget that her arm was up to her head and her knee as well.

“A no would’ve sufficed” Lexa mumbles, as if she’s not a fan of clear instructions.

Clarke adjusts as well, moving closer on her stool and grabbing her pencil.

“How many… details are you missing?”

“M-most, why?” Clarke stops with her hand inches from the canvas.

“Is this… am i- do you-” Lexa sighs, visibly annoyed at herself.

Clarke smiles encouragingly… and slightly teasing.

“How much detail are you going into? Right now?” She bites her lip, looking uncertain. Clarke tilts her head slightly “Like should I… take these off?”

Clarke applauds her ability to stop her eyes from opening wide

“Oh, no. I’m not- there yet. I still have got to do… well everything. I’m only done with like… the basics”

“O-kay. Cool”

A minute goes by as Clarke tries to figure out how to start. Lexa is looking at her, and Clarke can’t stand that she won’t look away when she looks back.

“Any more questions?”

“Nope. Ready when you are” Lexa salutes and it makes them both laugh. It’s the perfect ice breaker that allows them to relax.

Another hour goes by as Clarke works, and this time Lexa is constantly asking questions. Clarke finds the right groove to focus on her drawing while maintaining a conversation with Lexa. It’s around the third yawn Clarke catches Lexa trying to cover that she asks if she needs a break.

“I wasn’t kidding that you can nap; isn’t that position how you always sleep?”

“I’ve passed out like this, sure. I sleep curled up, Clarke, you know that” Clarke chuckles.

“Go to sleep, Woods”

“Fine. Wake me up, whatever you need”

“Sweet dreams”

“I mean it”

“Slee-eep”

“You’re annoying. I truly mean it”

“Okay. Go to sleep”

“Fine”

Clarke shakes her head and smiles; she feels a little lighter knowing Lexa won’t be looking at her for a little while. She continues working without losing her groove; she doesn’t even notice when another hour and a half goes by as she works through almost every detail, shadow and lightning.

Straightening up makes her back crack at the base and Clarke grimaces; she stretches wide then, popping a few more vertebrae as she groans lowly. She looks at Lexa and she’s completely unfazed, still deeply asleep. She doesn’t notice the small smile that takes over her own face as she turns back to her drawing.

She’s practically done with Lexa’s upper body and almost there with her lower body. There’s only one… zone of the portrait that she’s missing really. She could spend another half-hour fixing minor details, but really, she should start finishing it off.

Jr. didn’t miss the chance to act up in the last hour and a half; it was easy to ignore though; knowing that Lexa wasn’t looking really helped. Now she just felt a little hot inside; she knows that if it wasn’t for the nerves of having to wake Lexa up, specifically to ask her to take off her panties so she can stare at her— …between her thighs, to immortalize it on her canvas, Jr. would probably be standing taller.

We’re too freaked out, huh?

Miraculously, Clarke’s spiral isn’t long; she's saved from having to work up the courage to wake Lexa when she opens her eyes with a deep breath. She doesn’t look startled; Lexa looks exactly like anytime they’d study together and she felt like she slept more than she should’ve.

Clarke smirks tenderly; Lexa looks cute when she’s disoriented.

“How long was I out?” Lexa croaks, clears her throat and goes for a stretch before freezing, eyeing her.

“Go on, I’m practically done” Lexa narrows her eyes for only a second before she’s stretching her limbs away, eyes closed and a throaty groan slipping out. Clarke isn’t really conscious of the way her eyes follow her stretch “You were out for a little more than an hour”

“Damn” Lexa sighs, naturally falling back to her pose “what are you missing?”

Clarke freezes, suddenly aware that she is in fact looking “Uhm…” her eyes trail the floor before moving up to her canvas “Just… kinda minor details… would you like to take a look?”

“Nahh, if it’s so little what you’re missing-” Lexa stops by a yawn that surprises them both. They laugh before she can continue “just go on with the last bits, and I’ll check the final cut”

“Okay” Clarke nods, for a while, pursing her lips and trying to figure out how to say it; she keeps looking at the missing part on her drawing hoping Lexa would just read her mind “Okay, yeah. I just… I need you…”

She looks at Lexa in the eyes, presses her lips together and slightly unconsciously pans her gaze down her body-

“Oh! You need- I should take these off?”

“Yep”

“Okay, sure” Lexa sits up and Clarke looks away; she’s trying to be respectful, or something of the like, she thinks. “You could’ve just said that” Lexa mocks her as she lies back down.

Clarke doesn’t look up. She nods.

She’s waiting for Lexa to give her the green light; she lets a minute go by before the thought of how nerve-racking this must be for Lexa hits her like a brick and she looks up at her. Lexa is looking down at herself, breathing steadily. Too steady.

“Ready?”

“Yep”

Clarke grabs her pencil; she’s ready to overcome whatever, and then she looks at Lexa and she’s… still looking down, still breathing stiffly. She’s blushing red from her chest up to her ears.

“Lex”

“Mmh?

“You don’t have to do this”

“No, it’s fine. Just-

“Lexa” She finally looks at her, green eyes seem to tremble “Are you okay? I don’t want to do this if you’re not comfortable”

“I’m…” Lexa looks down, her arms coming to hug herself “I just… suddenly realized I’m completely naked”

She looks up at Clarke, and she’s looking right back, focused on her face, concern in her eyes and a small reassuring smile in her lips. Lexa closes her eyes and sighs; when she opens her eyes, a smile starts to grow on her lips.

“We don’t have to do this. Or it doesn’t have to be like this. All I want is for you to be comfortable, okay? I can figure out the rest on my own”

Lexa nods small, grateful; her smile grows slightly; her eyes gain confidence.

“How much… detail are you going to put?” She looks down on herself before looking back at Clarke “Like… how much… can you see?”

“Can I look?” Clarke asks, an innocent smirk tilting her lips.

“Yes, Clarke, obviously” Lexa’s voice switches up to her typical, mocking tone as she rolls her eyes.

“Okay, okay, don’t kill a girl for asking your consent”

“I literally asked what can you see; you obviously have to look”

“Okay. I’m going to!”

Clarke waits for Lexa’s eyes to come back to hers after a third pained eyeroll; she nods at her with a smirk, and without taking a deep breath —for once—, she finally looks down.

She doesn’t waste time figuring out how to feel about the new view; she tells Lexa that her thigh covers a lot, that having her panties removed mostly helps her better see the curve of her pubic bone and obviously the patch of pubic hair.

“I can be done in like… twenty minutes. Maybe thirty, in making sure that it blends with the rest” Lexa nods, keeps her arms around herself and tells her to get on with it.

They don’t talk this time, as Clarke gets to work; she wants to be quick, but it is a part she hasn’t been paying too much attention to before, so she needs to look a lot now. She can’t ignore how it makes her feel anymore; one thing is putting on the professional mask to tell Lexa how much she’s drawing; another very different thing is actually drawing it while knowing Lexa is looking at her.

Clarke notices goosebumps on Lexa’s legs twice; she ignores them both times even if she thinks they’d look fantastic in the portrait. Lexa’s bone definition is to die for, both from an artistic point of view and a very sapphic one; the way her hipbone stretches her skin is a piece of art on its own with the V cut of her lower stomach, barely there, perfectly shaping down the dip and rise of her pubic bone.

There’s only a thin triangle of dark curls on top of her mound, flowing down before they disappear behind a lifted thigh. Clarke has to resist the urge to crane her neck to get a better look; she can’t help but wonder how the apex between her thighs looks, can’t stop her mind from questioning how the color changes, how those curls frame surely perfect lips.

Clarke starts salivating before she even notices she’s fully hard.

She ignores it, or tries to; she tries not to move too much but she is very conscious of the viciously hot feeling inside her, of her own need to fix it.

Her breaths are the hardest part to control; she tries to follow Lexa’s by looking at the way her lower belly moves with her breathing, and that’s when she realizes Lexa is breathing weirdly. She looks up wondering why but she finds her eyes closed— she looks away quickly too, nervous and hyperaware.

It goes like that for what feels like hours; Clarke controls her breathing, focuses on the drawing until her breathing is weird; she follows Lexa’s and peeks a look at her face. Most times her eyes are closed; she’s not asleep, but she doesn’t open them before Clarke looks away. Twice they’re open; she doesn't notice Clarke’s looking; she’s not looking at her face. She’s staring, eyes hooded and once she was biting her lip, right at where Clarke’s sitting.

It's not uncomfortable, but Clarke looks away quickly anyways, actively staying as still as she can. It doesn’t take much longer for her to deem the portrait finished; she doesn’t fuss over it; she doesn’t take a deep breath, or cheer.

Somehow, Lexa can still tell.

She startles Clarke a little when she asks if she’s done, and Clarke doesn’t ask how she knows; she just nods

“I think so. Come take a look”

Lexa’s clothes are right there for her to put on, but she doesn’t bother with them, walks up to her butt naked and stands partially behind her. Clarke is thinking about background, considering if she should add more details or better lighting, or if the contrast of abstract background and detailed focused model looks somewhat artistic or camera lens like-

“Whoa…” Lexa sighs in awe. She audibly takes a few breaths and exhales softly, practically into Clarke’s ear “That’s-“ she swallows “Is that how you see me?”

Clarke bites her lips, blushes a deep shade of red and refuses to turn to Lexa; it’s her turn to swallow; she doesn’t know what to answer, she waits for Lexa to elaborate, or joke or anything.

Nothing comes.

“Y-yeah…”

“Goddess… it’s...it is- is it egocentric to say it’s beautiful?”

Clarke laughs, a soft giggle huffed out.

“No. No, I don’t think so” She turns slowly then, and you’d think after staring at her naked body for four hours she would’ve adapted, but her eyes still pause before rising to meet Lexa’s gaze. “Do you really like it?”

“Yes. I- Clarke… it’s just gorgeous. I think I love it” Lexa heaves out, like she’s out of breath, like she can’t believe it.

Clarke smiles, blushes and turns back to the drawing. She does really like it; she’s proud of her work yet can’t help but admit her muse was perfect.

They stare at it for a while, in silence; Lexa is leaning on her and Clarke likes it; she leans back and it’s so comfortable.

They don’t talk until Clarke’s stomach grumbles loudly, and Lexa laughs at her.

“You didn’t have any snacks”

“It’s also dinner time”

“Go make yourself something then”

Clarke goes to the kitchen and Lexa grabs her clothes; she dresses in her room or the bathroom; Clarke can only see that she left their sorry excuse of a living room. Clarke calls her asking if she’d like what she’s having; Lexa agrees as she comes back into the room and asks Clarke if it’s okay for her to put away Clarke’s stuff.

“Yeah sure; just leave the canvas there, I’ll wrap it after dinner”

Clarke makes her signature mac n’ cheese —from a box— and they eat mostly in silence. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s tense, like they both have a lot in mind but can’t seem to tell the other. Clarke is just content that she’s done with the portrait; she feels a lot of thoughts in her mind but can’t grab onto any that isn’t the relief of knowing they’re done and that they’re fine. She’s also starving; she can actually eat now that her stomach isn’t in knots.

They do the dishes together, and brush their teeth side by side; they share quiet goodnights, and each enters their own room. Jr was still standing tall during it all; Clarke could feel it, but she could ignore it. Lexa was also standing too close to really be able to notice it anyways.

Clarke changes into her sleeping clothes, just different sweat shorts —no boxers— and another old t-shirt; she lies in bed with her sheets pulled back and turns off her lights. She doesn’t go so far as to close her eyes before her mind is clouded by the vision of a fully naked Lexa in front of her. Jr is twitching now, done with being ignored and there’s nothing Clarke can try to get into her head that will stop it.

Her brain keeps bringing images of the afternoon to the forefront of her mind; the way Lexa looked while Clarke drew, how she shifted from confident to flirty to funny. The way she stared at her, the way she handled Clarke getting hard.

The way she looked at her after seeing the portrait, the way her voice wavered when she asked if that was how she saw her, like she realized something she had never noticed before… and she liked it. It felt like she could see through her and was content with what she found. Somehow that thought does way more to keep Jr awake than the already slightly blurred memory of Lexa’s naked body.

Clarke gets up without thinking, her body reacting before her mind can fully process what she’s doing. Her mind catches up when she’s opening her door; she needs to talk to Lexa; she needs to know if what she saw or felt or thinks is real.

It’s one and a half steps to Lexa’s door.

She opens without knocking, words ready at the tip of her tongue even if her mind doesn’t really know what they will be. Clarke won’t find out because her words catch in her throat when she looks up and Lexa’s lying in the middle of her bed, head back, legs bent up under the covers, only one arm out.

She sits up when Clarke enters. It’s only half a second before Clarke’s looking away, spitting apologies and retreating her steps to close the door.

She’s still holding the handle, staring at the door as she stands with her forehead practically touching it. She releases a harsh breath when she realizes she isn’t breathing. She takes a deep breath and holds it. Her mind is blank of thoughts, but the image she just saw is the background of the emptiness. She breathes out again and it feels like she’s never known how to breathe.

Three deep breaths later, her mind starts to work again.

Questions flood her mind. What was that? Is that what she thinks it was? Was she right? Was she actually not projecting her feelings onto the way Lexa was looking at her? Was she right to think Lexa was looking at her boner? Is it because she figured out Clarke’s crush on her? Was she looking regardless? Did Clarke see what she thinks she saw?

With one last deep breath, she lets it out as she opens the door again; slowly, she steps in with another breath, and she looks up as she exhales. Lexa still has her legs up; she’s hugging her knees now, eyes wide but unseeing. The first thing Clarke notices is that she’s breathing unevenly, fast.

Clarke hesitates in taking another step, it’s tentative and Lexa doesn’t look up. Clarke stays in place then, unconsciously leaning slightly forward to catch Lexa’s gaze.

“Lex…”

A beat. She doesn’t look up; she exhales visibly.

“Lexa… I’m sorry” Clarke takes another step; she could sit on the bed, but she doesn’t want to invade Lexa’s space.

“Don’t be” Lexa whispers, her voice small, eyes still unfocused and unmoving “you’ve done nothing wrong”

“Neither have you…”

“...No?”

Clarke’s hopes rise as Lexa tilts her head, but her eyes don’t move.

“Have you?... Were- What were you… thinking?”

Lexa sighs and her eyes close; in a panic Clarke takes another step and sits on the edge of the bed.

“I-”

“Clarke-”

Lexa bites her lip, Clarke resists the urge to reach out, to touch her and comfort her in some way. Her words wouldn’t show it.

“You were looking”

The air feels thick, dense, but it works for something.

Lexa looks up.

“I was looking?”

Their eyes meet.

Lexa’s challenging, concerned, maybe embarrassed.

Clarke’s wide, hopeful, also challenging.

“Weren’t you…?” She asks softly. Lexa’s eyes tremble and she looks down; Clarke draws a sharp breath in; Lexa looks back up.

“Yes” it’s a confession, voice small, eyes curious and worried. Clarke tries not to smile; her heart feels too big for her chest “Was it… just… for…?” Lexa’s eyes gain confidence; the challenge is back, the curiosity louder “... or… me?”

“...No… it wasn’t-... it isn’t just…” It’s Clarke’s turn to look down, away for a breath or two. Enough for her to notice that they’re breathing in sync, fast and uneven, but in sync. She looks up:

“It’s you. It’s always been you”

She can see the way Lexa’s pupils dilate, the way the green of her eyes is reduced to a singular thin ring around big dark pools.

Lexa moves quickly, legs flopping down to the side as she pushes herself up with one hand on the bed as the other comes to touch Clarke’s elbow. She can only blink twice, quickly, stunned, before Lexa is on her.

Her eyes don’t close immediately when Lexa kisses her; it’s a fraction of a second that time freezes. She’s hyper aware of every point of contact of their bodies; her eyes cross with Lexa’s face so close and her lips part instinctively.

Then time resumes its usual speed.

Clarke’s eyes close and she sighs heavily. She kisses Lexa back purposefully. Her hand shifts to grab Lexa’s elbow in return, and her other arm stretches to hold herself on the bed.

The kiss is heavy; their breaths come in fast; their lips press tightly, and their tongues barely hold back searching for each other. Their heads tilt, and the angle changes; their tongues meet, and they both whimper; their hands slide up to biceps as they try to pull each other closer.

They push their hands off the bed at the same time; Clarke snakes hers around Lexa’s waist, and Lexa winds her arm over Clarke's shoulders. They sigh and their lips tremble before they meet again, only for a moment before they seem to realize what’s going on and pull away.

They’re still holding each other; they blink with eyes wide and heave out their breaths.

“You’re my best friend-”

“You’re my person-”

They close their eyes and lean their foreheads together, hands hold tight where they are; their heads tilt and they accidentally kiss again. They pull each other closer, savouring it, before they pull away again. Foreheads together once more.

“Fuck. We shouldn’t” Lexa tells her, her eyes squeezed shut. Clarke thinks she should do the same; staring at Lexa’s face from this close is not helping her agree- “But I want to. Fuck”

She can agree with that.

Clarke lunges to kiss her again, can’t stop her tongue from swiping into Lexa’s mouth with passion. Lexa makes a sound from deep in her throat; it vibrates through their lips.

“You’re right, you’re right. Fuck!” Clarke pulls back this time, and with her eyes closed she misses the way Lexa chases her lips, before biting down on her own and leaning her head away.

“I don’t wanna be right?”

“That’s a first” Clarke chuckles; Lexa huffs a laugh; it’s slightly humorless with the intensity of the moment.

They touch their foreheads again, arms holding tight, hands gripping each other close.

“We need to talk about this” Clarke braves out, eyes still closed.

“Right now?” Lexa whispers. Clarke feels her breath on her lips; she’s leaning closer.

“Eventually” Clarke murmurs, expectant, willing.

“Tomorrow?”

It’s the slow way she nods her head that spurs their next kiss; it presses soft and sweet for half a minute and builds up to something hungrier, messier.

Lexa presses forward, pushing Clarke down onto her back as she climbs on top of her, their lips never parting from each other. Clarke’s hands roam Lexa’s bare skin as they make out. She knows that’s how Lexa sleeps —not to mention what she saw when she entered the room— she’s grateful for it and it’s certainly convenient now.

Clarke feels hands reach out to palm at her tits, and can feel through Lexa’s lips the moment she realises a shirt is impeding her goal.

“You’re way too clothed” she mumbles against Clarke's lips; she’s teasing, a little grumpy too.

Clarke smirks “Let’s do something about it then” and she turns them around, flips their position and pins Lexa to the bed with an open mouth kiss. Lexa lets out a surprised gasp, her eyes widen and there’s excitement in them.

Clarke sits on her knees and takes off her shirt, throwing it back wherever it may land.

“Oh-... Whoa…” Lexa heaves out as she stares at Clarke’s breasts; her lips are parted and her eyes glassy.

“Need a minute?” Clarke teases with a smirk-

“You had hours!” Lexa’s eyes jump to her defiant “Yes, give me a… moment…” Her eyes roam down “hell, Clarke” she bites her lip; hands reach out and land on each side of her waist “Fuck”

Clarke could use the minute too; Lexa is lying under her, legs parted where Clarke kneels between them; she’s trying not to look at her core, giving her the minute she asked for, but she’s losing the battle.

“You missed a lot of chances to look” she says, looking up to see Lexa’s reaction; she simply raises an eyebrow, challenging her; her eyes stay down. “You’re the one who set the no nudity rule” And now those eyes jump to hers again.

“Because you were flashing me while I was studying!” a smirk overtakes pretty swollen lips as she pushes up on her elbows in a defiant gesture “You think I didn’t like it?”

“I think you didn’t want to like it”

Damn it! They weren’t supposed to talk about it yet.

Lexa looks down; any concern in her eyes vanishes the moment they land on Clarke’s boob.

Right. Perfect distraction.

“You can enjoy them all you want now”

Lexa doesn’t look up as she smirks; she surges up with pure core strength and her mouth lands perfectly around Clarke’s nipple. Her hands move up to cup the underside of her boobs as she sucks that nipple and caresses it with her tongue. Clarke throws her head back and bites back a moan. Lexa switches to her other nipple and Clarke holds her head with her hand as Lexa repeats her actions.

When she lets go with a wet pop, Clarke pulls her head up for a kiss without thinking; they fall back into bed and Clarke has no time to process before Lexa is turning them around. It’s Clarke’s turn to gasp in surprise.

She takes the chance to allow her hands to wander as they kiss; they start at Lexa’s naked hips and they roam up her back, down her sides, back up her ribs, all the while Lexa’s tongue is working magic inside her mouth, her hands never straying too far from her chest.

They gasp for air, and before Clarke has time to think Lexa attaches her mouth to Clarke’s neck; she licks and suckles a trail down to her chest and Clarke can’t help but chuckle. She wasn’t naive to Lexa’s boob preference; it’s simply endearing to experience. And really hot.

Lexa doesn’t spend much more time with her boobs though; she continues her path down with kisses and soft bites that drive Clarke insane as she flinches and hisses soft curses. She can feel Lexa’s smirk pressing against her skin and she can’t understand why she enjoys it so much.

Lexa kisses Clarke’s hips; Jr. is bulging her sweats and is practically touching Lexa’s neck the way she’s leaning on her. Clarke’s breaths are fast and heavy; she can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe Lexa is so close to her dick.

She goes to kiss her other hip and sensually looks up as her hands slide to each side of her hips, getting a hold of the waistband of her pants. Clarke doesn’t know if she’s asking but she nods anyways, eagerly. She wants to take action, to do something, but she’s paralysed with excitement.

Lexa has to pull the waistband down her hips and then up to the ceiling to let her staff free. Clarke closes her eyes as Lexa exhales and the cold air hits her sensitive member. Lexa pulls her sweats the rest of the way down as Clarke lifts her hips to help. Lexa then sits astride her thigh, just staring again. Lips parted, eyes hooded, breaths heavy.

Jr. stands tall, as hard as she gets, six thick inches at attention. She’s very sensitive; she’s been hard for so long that even Lexa’s breaths on her are driving her closer to the edge. She needs to do something, needs to take control-

“Fuck you’re so fucking sexy” Lexa murmurs, and it looks like she didn’t realize she said that aloud; she bites her lips as her hand fists the sheet and her eyes scan Clarke’s fully naked body. Her hips grind slightly on Clarke’s thigh. Clarke can tell it’s unconscious, but she’s going to do something about it.

She pushes up to her elbows and then she sits up. Lexa’s eyes follow the movement of her boobs and then down where her dick stands against her stomach. Lexa mouths “fuck” with a breath that carries no sound.

Clarke slides her right hand to Lexa’s face; she caresses the apple of her cheek before leaning in to kiss her pouty open lips softly as her hand moves further back to cup the back of Lexa’s neck. Clarke’s left hand comes to touch Lexa’s hip, holding her steady against her thigh.

Lexa whimpers into the kiss; she sinks heavily onto her thigh and kisses her back deeply. Clarke takes control of the kiss, sliding her tongue to the roof of Lexa’s mouth and sucking her lower lip, drawing it out with her teeth as she keeps Lexa’s head where she wants with the hold on her neck, as she squeezes her hip encouragingly.

Lexa’s pupils dilate even more if that’s possible. Her hips cant, involuntarily by the way her eyes widen slightly. Clarke smiles reassuringly; her hand squeezes her hip once; she kisses her lips twice, her cheek three times, and then she whispers into her ear.

“Can I?” Her left hand slides from her hip down her pelvis; her fingers play with the short curls on top of her mound and Lexa shivers from her toes up to her head.

“Yeah…” she heaves out into her ear; Clarke bites her earlobe as her fingers slide south; Lexa licks her lips and holds her breath as Clarke braves tender swipes of her finger around her folds.

Clarke pulls at Lexa’s neck as she leans her own head back just to look at her; Lexa’s eyes flutter; her lips are parted, breaths short and uneven. Clarke applies more pressure to her exploration, making Lexa gasp; her eyes slide shut and Clarke surges to kiss her.

This kiss is dirty, Lexa’s mouth falls open and she welcomes Clarke’s tongue eagerly; they kiss until they can’t breathe and then they do it again; Clarke keeps her pressure light until Lexa figures she can sink down and trap Clarke’s fingers between her pussy and Clarke’s thighs.

Clarke huffs with a smile; as she opens her eyes to bite off a smirk directed her way.

“Follow me” Clarke coaxes, as her right hand leaves Lexa’s neck to press to the bed behind her. Cupping Lexa’s cunt she pushes up as she starts leaning back, forcing Lexa to lift her hips and crawl on her knees until she’s straddling Clarke’s waist.

Jr. twitches in protest as Lexa leans on her hands on either side of Clarke’s head; it’s easy to ignore when cascades of brown curls create a cocoon with their faces close together. Clarke leans up to kiss her; her left hand resumes rubbing Lexa’s folds, and her right hand moves to caress from Lexa’s knee, through her thigh, up to her hip and waist.

Lexa moans into their kiss and her hips slowly rock into her hand. There’s a rhythm that connects it all, from Clarke’s right hand, to the rocking of Lexa’s hips, the rubbing of Clarke fingers and the swipes of Lexa’s tongue. Their breaths sync once again, heavy, hot and fast, as their rhythm picks up.

“Fuck, Clarke” Lexa sighs, taking a breath and biting her lip with her forehead pressed to Clarke’s “Are you-” she moans, her eyes closed, brows frowning “Are you going in?”

A part of Clarke wants to agree, to give Lexa everything she wants. A stronger, prouder part of her tells her to tease, to drag things out to enjoy the moment, to make Lexa enjoy every second of it, to be desperate for the next.

“I don’t know” she purrs, bumping her nose to Lexa’s as their rhythm continues “I’m enjoying this”

Lexa whimpers, her eyes open both like she didn’t expect to make that sound, and like she wants to check, confirm that it’s real, that Clarke is teasing her, and actively ruining her. She moans when Clarke presses the heel of her palm to her clit, biting her own lip at the view.

Lexa kisses her; she scales up the tempo and heaves into her mouth until they can’t pretend it’s a kiss. She drops her head to Clarke’s shoulder as she moans; her arms shake and her hips waver. Clarke loves every second of it; she kisses the side of her face, caresses her hips and goes further to squeeze one perfectly round ass cheek in her hand.

“Clarke-” Lexa moans, louder than before; she bites her lip and presses her mouth to Clarke’s neck. Her next words are muffled, yet Clarke hears them loud and clear “Go in”

Two fingers slide into Lexa’s cunt with ease; Lexa gasps into her neck and her hips halt. Clarke moves slowly; she moans without thinking, and Lexa cants her hips into her fingers.

“Fuck” Clarke hisses and almost reaches down to touch herself as Lexa restarts the rocking of her hips. She resists; she squeezes Lexa’s hip and mirrors their push and pull with her fingers.

“Cla-arke” Lexa tilts her head back as she adjusts her tired arms; her eyes are closed, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration. Her lips part as she heaves gasps and moans, and close as she bites her lips.

Clarke leans up to kiss her and Lexa melts into it with a whimper. She pulls away sooner than Clarke would like, and then she pushes up, sitting back and accidentally touching Jr’s head with her butt. Clarke moans; her hand tenses and she has to stop her hips from canting; fuck that felt good, and fuck Lexa looks so good. Unfazed, hips up as she adjusts on her knees, Lexa's hands come up to push her own hair back, to hold her head as she moans and sinks onto Clarke’s fingers.

“Fucking hell, Woods” Clarke sighs as she keeps fucking Lexa with her fingers “You’re so fucking gorgeous”

Lexa smiles between moans “Big words”

Clarke smirks at her, grabs her waist on instinct and decides to use it as leverage. She pulls Lexa up and down, forward and back.

Somehow without Clarke noticing, Lexa adjusts to perfectly rub her ass cheek to the underside of Clarke staff every time she rocks back and forth. The friction is low; Lexa’s straddling her too high to really rub all her length, but oh the friction is there, and it feels so good.

Lexa’s moans are loud, her breath fast, her hips uncoordinated; her hands are relentlessly groping her own perky tits, sliding down her stomach, caressing Clarke’s sternum, squeezing Clarke’s boobs.

Clarke’s breaths come faster; she moans and whimpers trying to focus on Lexa’s pleasure as her right hand can’t do more than squeeze tight at Lexa’s waist.

“Fuck, Clarke, oh Fuck-!”

Lexa drops back down to her hands; her elbows give out soon after and she drops her head on Clarke’s shoulder. Her breaths and moans and whimpers fan over Clarke’s neck as her hips grind rapidly. Clarke’s left hand works tirelessly to keep up; her fingers curl without a pattern and Lexa twitches with a loud moan every time. Her right hand moves up and down Lexa’s spine, unconsciously tracing her tattoo; she moves Lexa’s hair from her face and caresses her cheek and neck. She turns to kiss her once; it’s mostly the press of their open mouths, their tongues meeting in a clash of desperation.

“Clarke-Clarke, Clarke fuck, oh right there, oh don’t stop, Clar-ke!”

Lexa’s moan catches in her throat; her body freezes, tense as her walls clench around Clarke’s fingers; she whimpers loudly as her orgasm shakes her entire body; her breath can’t finish before another starts. Clarke holds her close, biting her lip and moaning softly until Lexa collapses with a heavy breath and a throaty moan.

Clarke closes her eyes, enjoying the repeated fan of Lexa’s breath against her neck, heavy and prolonged as Lexa comes back to her senses. Clarke’s right hand roams Lexa’s sides and back; she unconsciously traces a tattoo she’s sketched so many times and raises goosebumps in her wake.

“You’re good at that” Lexa sighs into her shoulder; her hands move to press the bed on each side of Clarke and lift some of her weight off of her. It takes her a minute to also raise her head to look at her.

“Hi” Clarke smiles softly. Lexa smiles back with a slow blink as she readjusts to lean on her forearms.

Her answer comes in the way of a kiss; a slow languid kiss that lacks any of the urgency of their previous kisses. It lures Clarke to slow down as well; her heart stops hammering against her chest, and her hand finds a resting place over Lexa’s hips.

They sigh out of the kiss as their foreheads press together, Clarke opens her eyes to watch Lexa breathe into her and smiles knowing she has time to figure out some way to tease her.

“Better than on your own” She whispers, smirk immediately on her lips as she tries not to laugh.

She feels more that sees the furrow between Lexa’s eyebrows “Clarke!” she scowls lightly, low energy “Rude” She huffs as her hand sneaks to Clarke’s side to pinch her skin.

“Ouch! Hey!” Clarke twitches to the side, free arm twisting to try and grab Lexa’s hand.

“You deserve it” Lexa mumbles. She sighs then and only after a beat does she open her eyes.

“Hi” Clarke can’t help but smile again.

“Hey” Lexa blushes. With a sigh she adjusts on her elbows and lifts her head to look at her better “That was really good. Really hot”

“My pleasure” Clarke purrs with a tiny smirk, she does mean it, she just can’t help the smugness.

Lexa kisses her lips with an eyeroll and lowers her head again to snuggle between her neck and her shoulder. They don’t speak when Lexa lifts her hips slightly and Clarke is careful to pull out. She subtly rubs her wet fingers on the sheet before wrapping both her arms around Lexa and kissing the side of her face.

Soft presses of her lips turn to slight suckles on her jaw, as careless caresses of her hands turn to purposeful roaming over Lexa’s naked back.

Lexa kisses her neck once, hands on the bed as she turns to suck a light unconscious hickey under her jaw before pushing herself up with a smirk. She straightens up on her knees and with one subtle look down she lifts her hips and moves back. Clarke’s hands follow her movement and slide to her knees as they smirk at each other; Lexa’s lips tilt higher right before she lowers her hips and sits decisively on Clarke’s dick.

Clarke’s eyes roll involuntarily and she misses the way Lexa’s smirk widens when Jr. twitches at the contact. Lexa’s cunt is slick and warm and Clarke tries to keep in the throaty whimper that overtakes her when Lexa rolls her hips slightly, rubbing her wet folds on the underside of her staff.

“You feel good” Lexa breathes as she starts a slow rhythm back and forth on her length, her hands pressing down on Clarke with every roll forward of her hips, her body lifting as she reaches Clarke's tip before rolling back and down.

Clarke swallows and bites back whimpers and moans that fight their way out of her chest. She’s desperate for release, but she’s trying to keep it together. She wants to take control, to at least pleasure Lexa one more time before she finishes herself; she can feel herself losing the battle though, and on top of that —and her— Lexa looks so good enjoying herself. She doesn’t want her to stop, doesn’t want this to stop, but she knows if she doesn’t do something quick, she’s going to explode real soon.

Lexa’s rolls get more fluid, her path is longer, rubbing on all of Clarke’s length before pulling back to the base and starting again. Her hands come off Clarke’s waist and rest on her own hips, adding pressure to the cant of her hips and making Clarke crazy.

Clarke’s head rolls back with one particularly strong roll of Lexa’s hips. Her hands show her internal struggle as one hooks behind Lexa’s knee to guide her, and the other slides up to her own hair in an attempt to hold it —herself— together. The following roll has Lexa’s core barely enveloping her sensitive head and Clarke moans loudly, the hand on her hair crashing down to the mattress to grab a fist of sheets.

“Fuck-! Lex… If you- fuck-!” She whimpers as Lexa rolls back and forth again as she repeats her actions “If you want me- mmhhp-! Want me inside we should- should get a condom”

Clarke’s brain is working overtime in this overstimulating situation to come up with a way to take control again. She barely manages to say it before Lexa rolls her hips back in such a way that Clarke’s tip catches inside of her before dropping back down.

“Mmmmh…” Lexa licks her lips as her hips stop at the base of Clarke’s dick “Can I try something before?” Clarke is almost too busy catching her breath to hear her, but she nods dazedly. She can’t really form a coherent thought anymore, and Jr. is twitching at the lack of attention.

Lexa takes her with her hand, softly and careful, staring with hunger but moving as if with reverence. She adjusts on her knees once more sneaking a glance at Clarke, as her smirk dissolves when her lips part for a breath. She pulls Clarke’s member to her with her hand close to the tip and moves slightly forward to align Clarke with her center; her own words replay in her head, alarmed for a moment before Lexa completes her true goal and presses her clit against Clarke’s head.

“Fuuck…” they moan in sync.

Clarke grips Lexa’s knees for dear life and Lexa’s body trembles at the sensation. A breath is all she needs to do it again, to use her hand to rub the tip of Clarke’s dick to her clit, gentle wide circles that have them both shivering and sighing in pleasure.

A few circles have Clarke losing her mind; she lifts up to her elbows —not managing to reach a full sitting position— and rolls her head back. Lexa moans on top of her and everything feels so fucking good. She wants to kiss Lexa, or touch her, grab at her in some way, not even sure anymore if to take control or to just feel more of her.

Lexa moans every other breath; she’s enjoying this as much as Clarke, and it feels good. If they were just getting started they would probably climax together. But Clarke has been hard for a long time; Jr. has been overstimulated for far longer than Clarke has ever endured, and this is Lexa— Lexa Woods is riding the tip of her dick to her clit, moaning and sweating on top of her.

“Lexa! Fuck, I’m so close- I can’t-” She moans loudly and drops back down to the bed, with a whimper as she tries her best to-

“Good. This one is about you” Lexa smiles. It’s not a smirk, but her tone isn’t sweet; it’s suggestive, seductive. She’s enjoying this, enjoying watching Clarke come undone for her.

Clarke whimpers again, her hands on Lexa’s thighs. She sinks into the mattress; she can’t really think but a part of her lets go, stops holding back.

Lexa rolls her clit twice more on her sensitive head, before she lets go of her staff and resumes her grinding. She plants her hands on either side of Clarke’s ribs and rocks with abandon, pressing down hard on her, making sure her lips part on Clarke’s staff and lubricate her length from base to tip.

Three thrusts later and Clarke is shouting a broken moan into her ceiling, her hands squeezed partially between Lexa’s hips and thighs as she jerks with waves of pleasure. She comes so hard her hips lifts Lexa off the bed, before her back bows high, her shoulder blades pushing her off the mattress.

Ropes of cum shoot from her tip, smearing across her stomach and splashing up to her boobs. Clarke can feel it dripping over her skin as Lexa grinds her hips to squeeze more and more from Clarke. Clarke’s eyes are glazed in pleasure while Lexa’s are fixed on the scene, on the reaction she’s managed to pull from Clarke, on the mess Clarke has made. For her.

Finally, Clarke collapses back to the bed, panting.

“I’m… sorry, that- that was a mess” Clarke sighs out, she’s too spent to be visibly embarrassed, but her stomach is in knots-

“No Clarke…” Lexa shakes her head as she bites her lip “That… was so hot” Clarke can feel Lexa’s hips twitching, resisting to roll longer so she won’t overstimulate her “You’re so fucking sexy”

“I should’ve-...” Clarke closes her eyes; she blushes at Lexa’s breathy tone but still feels embarrassed “I should've made sure that- that you felt good” She’s still slightly panting “I'm sorry, I should’ve… lasted longer and-”

Lexa presses a finger to her lips, Clarke eyes shoot open to watch the small smile adorning Lexa’s lips as she silences her immediately.

“You have nothing to apologize for” she assured “I told you already… I’m really hot” she adds with a cheeky grin and shrug. Clarke groans, rolling her eyes at Lexa’s cocky teasing, Lexa just let out a quiet laugh

“Besides…” Lexa adds, her tone less teasing, softer “I know how long you were holding on for”

Clarke sighs, relieved and more relaxed, finally trusting that Lexa’s isn’t secretly upset. She smiles gratefully and Lexa smiles softly at her; she reaches for a corner of the sheet, pulling it over to wipe Clarke clean.

“Lexa!” Clarke protests, trying to sit up alarmed “What are you doing?!”

“Oh hush,” Lexa tuts, not allowing Clarke to stop her as she wipes Clarke’s torso with her sheets “I’m not getting up for towels right now. And I am, by no means, done with you yet” she says with a devilish smirk.

Clarke blushes, gapes at her trying to come up with something clever, or a simple rebuttal but nothing occurs to her. A shy grin grows from her lips as Lexa smirks at her with a raised eyebrow. She sighs with a shake of her head, smile still on her lips; Clarke is loving the way Lexa can joke and tease like always even when everything feels so different right now.

They stare at each other for some time, Clarke catching her breath, after Lexa throws her sheets back and sits down on her heels. Clarke smiles softly, her hands mindlessly caressing Lexa's thighs. Lexa bites her own lip when Clarke's hands reach her hips and she reached down to grab a hold of them and pull them up to her lips. She kisses Clarke's knuckles and somehow that makes her blush more than Lexa riding her to a mess.

"Feeling good?" She whispers against her knuckles.

Clarke blinks at her for a moment, not fully processing what Lexa means before she nods slowly, a smile taking over her face as she thinks a clever answer.

"Edging is real"

Lexa snorts; she rolls her eyes as she smiles and drops her hands with Clarke's. Clarke smiles brightly as her hands move back around Lexa's hips, and she's more than ready when Lexa leans down to kiss her lips with a soft smile.

The kiss is soft, tender and languid. On Clarke's part, she's recovering from the most intense orgasm of her life, and Lexa seems content to just soak in the moment. Clarke's arms go around Lexa's torso, hugging her close as Lexa adjusts to lie more fully on her.

Lexa's arms relax at her sides, one elbow beside Clarke’s ribs and the other beside her shoulder. The kiss turns deeper, fuller; their tongues explore each other's mouths with ease. Clarke's arms roam and hold Lexa tight, pulling her closer still. When Lexa adjusts —surely to release the ache from her shoulder— Clarke tips sideways, turning with Lexa in her arms.

Lexa smiles into the kiss, sneaking her arm under Clarke's neck to hug her, her hips and legs sliding up to be flush against Clarke. She huffs a happy sigh into Lexa's lips, arms firmly and warmly around Lexa's waist as their kiss goes on forever.

They sigh happily into each other and huff little giggles between kisses as their hands wander over each other's bodies. It's not long before Clarke lowers her left hand to cup Lexa again, to tenderly tease her clit. Lexa is still sensitive; she twitches and huffs as Clarke goes slow around her folds.

Lexa adjusts once more; their lips never part as she lifts a leg over Clarke's hip, and Clarke pulls her closer with her arm around her waist. They start a slow roll, just a mindless sliding of their bodies together as they breathe into each other more than they kiss.

Clarke can't get over any of it, the sight of Lexa's eyes, glassy and so dark, so close to her, her mouth open, pressed against Clarke's. Her naked body sliding against hers, Clarke's palm drenched in Lexa's desire. Lexa tilts her head back with a particular press of their bodies that brushes the heel of Clarke's hand firmly to her clit; Clarke's mouth naturally attaches to her neck, suckling little love bites from her jaw to her collarbones.

"I want you inside" Lexa whispers after a low and long moan.

Clarke smiles into her neck, hand shifting naturally, ready to enter Lexa's warm pussy again. Her free arm pulls Lexa impossibly closer, and just when she's teasing her entrance, Lexa pulls her hips back.

Clarke lifts her head to look at her and Lexa is pinning her down with a look of pure lust, her hands press to Clarke's shoulders as she bites her lip. A second goes by and she raises an eyebrow. Clarke looks at her confused, distracted by plump lips so close to her face.

Lexa huffs a chuckle.

"Your dick, Clarke"

Clarke wishes her eyes didn't go wide, but her cheeks flame up and by the way Lexa's eyes are zeroing on hers, her pupils dilate. A slow smile crawls up her face as her brain is still foggy from cumming.

She takes action though, excitedly kisses Lexa, both arms going around to hug her close as she devours her mouth. Lexa giggles into her as Clarke pushes off and rolls them over. The kiss breaks with a wet sound and there's still saliva connecting their lips when Clarke leans up on her hands.

Clarke kisses Lexa's neck with happy little hums as she adjust on her knees, her soft staff resting over Lexa's pubic bone as Lexa plants her feet to the bed, spreading her legs for Clarke to fit between.

Lexa lets out a mix of sighs and huffs of laughter and desire as Clarke licks and kisses the top of her chest, her hands roam over Clarke's back and sides, rolling her hips lazily. Clarke bites onto the curve of Lexa's neck, right where it meets her shoulder, smiling at the clear path Lexa's hands are taking. Clarke makes sure her elbows are keeping her up to allow Lexa's hands to cup her breasts.

She sighs a moan as Lexa squeezes two handfuls, rolling her hips up in time. Clarke rolls down with her as Lexa fits her nipples between the 'V' of her own fingers; she rolls up and down and then Clarke realizes she's just pressing her open mouth to Lexa's shoulder as she rolls her hips in time with Lexa's hands; she lifts her head to kiss Lexa's jaw, and she feels the way it moves when she speaks.

"Is this gonna get you hard?" Lexa purrs into the crown of her head, and Clarke moans without thinking.

It might. Clarke thinks, but if Lexa wants her inside soon, they might need some more friction.

"Mmmh… maybe. Not the most effective stimulation" She whispers regretfully, kissing pouty lips, as Lexa squeezes her boobs once more.

"Mmh, I'd suck your tits for better stimulation, but I think I'll leave that for later" Lexa winks at her, and her right hand sneaks between their bodies.

Clarke can only blink at her, feeling hot all over. Did Lexa really just say that? She blinks and blinks, shocked and so aroused at Lexa's words. When Lexa slides her hand between Clarke's stomach and her dick, Clarke leans down to kiss her senseless.

Lexa caresses Clarke's dick against her own pelvis, her thumb never really touching her tip but almost. Lexa manages the pressure and speed as Clarke instinctively rolls her hips with her, fucking the space between Lexa's mound and the arc of her hands with controlled thrusts.

It feels so good, Clarke can already feel Jr waking up again.

"You know what you're doing" Clarke huffs with a smile, lowering her head into her neck, and closing her eyes, enjoying every point of friction between their bodies.

"It's not my first rodeo" Lexa murmurs into the ceiling, rubbing her hand up Clarke's dick and pressing down onto her stomach.

The next time she does it she adds the tilt of her hips and Clarke believes every word.

Clarke can feel herself getting hard with a few more rubs and rolls; she's already thinking ahead and how goods it's going to feel to be inside Lexa, to fuck her nice and slow, feel her around her, warm and tight.

Her moan almost makes her miss the little 'Clarke?' Lexa whispers into her hair.

"Mmh?" Clarke lifts her head, mind dizzy as she keeps following the movement of Lexa's hand.

"Can we do tip to clit again?" Lexa bites her lip, her hips roll up and her hands tenses; it's like the mere thought stimulates her.

Clarke breaths out as she nods happily; she lifts herself onto her hand —leans back down for a kiss— and adjusts on her knees. Lexa's hands lift back to hold Clarke's tits and Clarke only smiles.

"Have you ever done this before?" She tilts her head as she leans over Lexa on one hand to guide her dick with her other.

There were many things and details the two have shared with each other along the years, but there was something very exciting about asking now, about sharing these bits in the intimacy of the moment.

Lexa bites her lip as her eyes roam, taking in all of Clarke on top of her. She shakes her head, her breath catching as Clarke aligns her semi hard cock to her clit.

"It feels good" Lexa says in a shuddering breath.

Clarke nods in agreement as her eyes roll back. She gasps as her hips roll, struggling to hold herself up with the pleasure of it all. Lexa lifts her hips at the same time, adding more pressure and friction.

There's not much of a rubbing of tight circles as they did before; now Clarke slides the head of her dick from the top of Lexa's folds up her clit to her mound, and back down. The pressure and pleasure is insane, Lexa moans loudly and her hips tremble as she rolls them up down.

Clarke pressing her tip to Lexa turns into her pressing the underside of her member to her core as the cant of Lexa's hips gets slower and longer; Jr's head touches Lexa's clit before sliding higher; Clarke rubs all her length on Lexa's clit as she cants her hips in time with Lexa's.

She can feel herself stiffening quickly, Lexa's noises and the feeling of her folds dragging over Clarke's dick working wonders for their goal.

"I think you're ready" Lexa moans feeling the underside of Clarke's hard dick rub from tip to base over her pussy.

Clarke smirks and nods, she sits back and rests her hands on Lexa's bent knees. She can't believe she's here, fully naked, kneeling between Lexa Woods' spread thighs. She can't stop her eyes from wandering, from following every curve, every dip and crest of Lexa's naked form.

"Are you not gonna get on your back?" Lexa asks casually, reaching for her drawer.

It takes Clarke a second to catch up, gives time for Lexa to grab a condom and settle back.

"We… could do it like this… I like it like this" Clarke gives Lexa a sultry look that Lexa reciprocates. However…

"What if I… want you on your back?" Lexa asks, innocently, with those eyes full of lust and those lips pouting slightly out.

Clarke pauses, looking at her for a second, watching Lexa with a smile as she goes and pouts harder, giving her the best puppy-dog eyes.

She sighs with a humorous eyeroll, huffs her breath as she shifts and rolls to lay on her back beside Lexa. She can't even pretend to be mad when Lexa happily sits up, excitedly crawling on her knees to straddle Clarke again.

"One day that pout is not gonna work" Clarke tried her best serious tone as Lexa sits on her thigh.

"That day is not today" Lexa grins at her, her tone joking and happy; a giggle bubbles from her chest and Clarke joins her, even as she rolls her eyes with her smile.

Clarke sighs the last of her chuckles and reaches to grab the condom from Lexa's hands; she pulls her hands away with a slight frown.

"I know how to do it" she says with that happy tone still clinging to her words, a hint of mischief Clarke has always loved.

"I don't doubt it for a second" Clarke smiles, then bites her lip with a raised eyebrow, and lifts onto her elbows "I just like to do it myself" she adds with a softer tone; she shrugs too.

Lexa smiles at her, with that same tenderness in her eyes that she had when they first met. She hands Clarke the condom and adjusts back when Clarke sits up to put it on. Lexa stares at her dick biting her lip, and Clarke sneaks glances at her as she moves. She secures the condom at her base and gives herself a slow few jerks to make sure it's perfect.

Lexa is fisting the sheets beside them, biting her lip hard and practically vibrating with energy. Clarke blushes from her neck up and gets goosebumps just thinking about what's to happen.

"You want to try?" she whispers leaning back on one hand and extending the other, intending to guide Lexa, whose hands actually needs no assistance.

She expertly grabs a hold of Jr from the top and slides down smoothly, eyes widening as her fingers part halfway down, no longer able to close around her grith.

Clarke wants to say something, assure her that they can go slow, that she can be careful, that she knows it's a lot —she's not the longest, by no means short, but she knows her girth is a lot to take.

Lexa doesn't give her time; as soon as her hand reaches the base of her staff, Lexa is lifting up to her knees, hands on Clarke's shoulders, she moves uncoordinatedly… needy.

Clarke moans at the sight. She holds Lexa's hips still, stopping her from sinking down without thinking. She cranes her neck to kiss her and show Lexa there's no hurry. Lexa melts into the kiss, relaxes and slides her arm around Clarke's head. Clarke presses them flush together; her nipples graze the bottom of Lexa's ribs, and her lips travel down Lexa's jaw.

"Clarke…" Lexa whimpers, canting her hips and scratching Clarke's scalp.

"I know… we're going slow, okay?" She whispers up, kissing Lexa's chin before she's pulled into a needy kiss and Lexa cants her hips again.

Clarke guides Lexa's hips back as they part from the kiss; they both look down, touching their foreheads together as Clarke holds her staff to align herself with Lexa's core. They both hold in their breaths as Lexa lowers her hips; they moan when they touch. Lexa sinks lower and rolls her hips as Clarke presses her tip to Lexa's clit and folds. They repeat the motion, breathing into each other until Lexa stops.

She moves her hands back to Clarke's shoulders and aligns her entrance with Clarke's dick. They look at each other before Lexa slides down, slow and steady as Clarke rubs her hip with her thumb. They moan as the tip goes in; Lexa rolls her head back with a groan, pauses after she gets another two inches inside.

"Fuuck"

Clarke bites a smiles; she feels tight; she can tell Lexa's feeling the stretch already. She leans forward and kisses Lexa's neck tenderly; she guides Lexa's hips to lift and sink back to the same height a few times until Lexa pulls at her neck to kiss her again. She sinks lower with a shuddering breath, and this time Clarke moans with her.

Lexa's breaths speed up as she rides two thirds of Clarke's dick; she tries three times to sink lower, but she whimpers and retreats every time. Clarke kisses her, on her lips, her jaw, her neck, her collarbones. Lexa uses her hands, tangled in blonde curls to guide her, push her down to her chest, press her into her boob anytime Clarke sucks a nipple into her mouth.

Clarke's hands hold Lexa's hips, her thumbs rubbing small circles on the crest of her bone. Her own hips twitch, the urge to thrust up to meet the rocking of Lexa's hips strong but contained.

Slowly, Lexa began to take more and more of Clarke, sinking lower bit by bit.

“Fuck” Lexa moaned as she managed another inch. “You're so thick"

Clarke couldn't help but smirk with a bit of pride. Lexa shot her a glare, but it was weakened as she moaned with the next movement of her hips.

"Clarke-!"

“You're so tight, Lexa."

"Fuuuck"

"Almost there… you feel so good"

"Feels goood-!"

Lexa's eyes roll when their hips finally meet, her mouth open as shuddering breaths make their way out without carrying any sound. Clarke moans and bites her lip; even with a barrier she can feel Lexa's walls shivering around her member, clenching and pulling her impossibly deeper.

They stay like that for a while, Lexa breathing heavily, getting used to the feeling of Clarke fully inside her, whimpering and cursing. Clarke takes less time to calm her breaths; she hugs Lexa and kisses the side of her head, kisses her short and sweet on the lips, sprinkling little kisses anywhere she can reach as she feels Lexa relax.

"Fucking hell Clarke" Lexa groans once her breaths are less labored; she gives a look that is undeniably lustful, yet wrapped in a glare of exasperation.

Clarke smiles sheepishly at her; she can't deny that it feels good to see Lexa so affected, even if she knows it's only natural.

Lexa huffs an eyeroll; she adjust on her knees and rolls her hips tentatively, shuddering and moaning at the slightest change in their position. Clarke lets her figure it out, untangles her arms from Lexa's waist and slides her hands to her upper thighs, feeling them tense with Lexa's movements.

With a furrow between her brows, Lexa persistently cants her hips, trying to find a rhythm. Clarke wants to tell her to relax, to get in a position where Clarke can take the lead and ease her into a rhythm that will make her feelgood. A part of her wants to watch Lexa try, see her stubbornness crumble and hand over control. Clarke leans back, one hand supporting her weight as Lexa moans and whimpers on top of her.

Clarke bites her lips and hums, closes her eyes and sighs in pleasure when Lexa rolls her hips in such a way that feels so good. Clarke's dick is still fully inside her, the rolling of Lexa's hips barely managing to slip half an inch out. Lexa adjusts and holds Clarke's shoulders once the cant of her hips gets more fluid, once she feels less resistance, once her cunt gets accustomed to the stretch; she moans as she halts and lifts up. Clarke's hand slides up to her hip and squeezes encouragingly.

Lexa sinks down slowly with a low, deep groan; her entire body shakes as Clarke bottoms out again; Lexa whimpers, swallows visibly and lifts slowly again. She curses her way back down; Clarke's eyes roll at the sensation, and she smirks at Lexa's incoherent words.

She lets Lexa struggle through a few more minutes before taking action. She uses her hold on Lexa's hip to stop her way up, and she straightens back up. Lexa's eyes shoot open, surprised and confused. Her eyes are glassy and wide and Clarke can't help but kiss her before anything else.

"Hey" she coos after Lexa melts into the kiss, her entire body sinking, making her whimper as she sits more firmly on Clarke's dick.

"What's- wrong?" Lexa breathes out, resting her forehead on Clarke's and breathing deeply.

"Nothing… I hope"

Lexa smiles and kisses her instead of answering. Clarke gets lost in it, hands sliding back to hold the small of Lexa's back, enjoying the full press of their bodies together, the way Lexa cradles Clarke's head in her hands, kissing her deeply. She can't believe this is happening, can't believe she's sitting here naked, her dick completely inside Lexa's cunt, breasts pressed together, lips and tongues dancing in a delicious motion.

"Why'd you stop?" Lexa asks her between kisses, hips twitching, reminding Clarke of her original plan.

"I want you to let me do it" she sucks Lexa's lower lip into her mouth, lets go with a wet sound and looks up. Lexa tilts her head, sucks the same lip into her mouth and licks Clarke's taste off it.

Clarke has to kiss her again.

"Let me please you" she purrs into her mouth, hands sliding back to Lexa's hips, as her own cant slightly.

She's not sure how she's keeping her 'bedroom persona' intact, but she hopes Lexa is buying it; she's always liked to be the one pleasing her partners and there nothing she craves more than making Lexa cum again, especially now that she knows Jr can take it.

"Clarke… you already are" Lexa smiles down at her, biting her lips "Don't you feel good?" She asks rolling her hips again, her own eyes rolling, hands tensing on Clarke's shoulders.

Clarke hums and smirks, enjoying the way Lexa is proving her point.

"I do… you feel so good around me" Lexa's eyes turn impossibly darker "It just feels… like it's taking a lot from you to be in control"

Lexa's face immediately shifts; Clarke can't help but smile.

"No it's not. I've got this, I can- I’m doing it"

That determined furrow between her brows is so fucking cute. Clarke presses her lips together and doesn't even get the chance to open her mouth again.

"I can!" Lexa yelps, and Clarke just giggles at the reaction "I can be in control" Lexa all but pouts.

Clarke kisses it away, and then kisses her some more just because. Their lips part and Clarke sneaks a hand up to Lexa's hair to kiss her again, the devil on her shoulder telling her to drive her point home. The little angel tells her she agrees, that she knows Lexa can; she doesn't doubt it'; she witnessed it… but the devil is louder.

She pulls Lexa's hair to break the kiss and Lexa whimpers the sexiest little moan, canting her hips as her eyes roll.

"Mmmh, not what it sounds like" Clarke whispers, smirking as her free hand encourages Lexa's hips to continue their canting.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The response is almost immediate; Lexa raises her eyebrows, head tilted back and held by Clarke's hand; she still stands her ground.

"You're so fucking hot" Clarke sighs; Lexa's eyes flutter, taken aback. Turned on. She blushes from her chest up to her ears and Clarke licks her lips as she leans her head closer. She ghosts her lips over Lexa's, crosses her eyes to look at Lexa's fluttering ones.

"How about…" Clarke tightens her grip on Lexa's hair when she cranes her neck to join their lips; she allows only brush, and continues "you raise your hips…" she tilts Lexa's head, leans in to kiss her jaw "I lean back…" Lexa shudders when Clarke sucks her earlobe into her mouth "and you let me fuck you"

Clarke feels more than hears the way Lexa tries to stop the moan that rattles her throat.

"Would you like that?" she adds, just to push Lexa's buttons.

Of course Lexa doesn't answer; she ignores the grip on her hair and shifts to kiss Clarke's smirking lips. She pushes Clarke's shoulder and follows her down, moaning and cursing at the new angles.

"Fuck off" Lexa huffs in to her mouth with an stubborn smile.

"'Fuck me' you mean"

Lexa groans with an eyeroll and kisses her again; Clarke giggles into her lips. Lexa set her elbows on each side of Clarke's ribs and breaks the kiss as she lifts her hips. Clarke licks her lips looking between their bodies with hunger and uses her hands on Lexa's hips to encourage her to lift higher.

Still laying down, Clarke looks up at Lexa and starts thrusting her hips up smoothly, meeting with Lexa's before falling fully down and doing it again. Lexa resists dropping her head for the first three thrust, moaning and breathing heavily; Clarke purposely rolls faster the fourth time.

Lexa drops her head on her shoulder, moaning and biting her lips, kissing Clarke's skin. She starts a slow rhythm that has Lexa cursing and moaning, fisting the sheet under her hands and even scratching Clarke's ribs.

Clarke moans into Lexa's ear; the slick sounds of her dick sliding in and out of Lexa, added to the progressive change of Lexa's whimpers into full on moans —as Clarke is met with slightly less resistance from her walls— is making the ambience of the room so much more dense.

Lexa kisses her neck before pushing herself up, planting her hands on either side of Clarke's ribcage, lifting her upper body and coming face to face with Clarke. They moan at the feeling of a new angle, Jr's head hitting Lexa's walls more directly.

Clarke's hand lifts from Lexa's hips to push brown curls back; Lexa leans her head into that hand, closing her eyes as her breaths come in quick puffs of air. She looks beautiful, her face a pretty shade of red; her eyes glassy, lips swollen and wet; her mouth open and panting. Clarke could make a drawing of this too.

Or better yet, she could kiss her.

She lifts up to her elbow, her hand on Lexa's hips sliding sensually down her thigh to her knee, as her shoulders carry her up to pouty parted lips; she pulls at the side of Lexa's neck with her other hand to press their mouths together as she makes sure that her hips never stop thrusting.

This angle works better; Lexa moans into her mouth and leans more of her weight on her. Clarke plants both hands on the bed to get even better support to fuck her as they continue kissing. It's getting easier to roll in and out; Lexa's cunt is still tight around her staff, but she's soaked, slick and welcoming. It's taking less effort to push inside Lexa, allowing Clarke to go slightly faster.

"Fuck- Clarke, Oh-!" Lexa's words come in hot and heavy with her breaths. Clarke takes them in, feels them puff against her own lips as they refuse to give up a kiss that is too messy to really be called one anymore.

"Fuu-ck!" Clarke throws her head back with a moan when Lexa meets her thrust.

Lexa’s head leans down to Clarke's chest, no longer supported by Clarke's mouth. She's quick to latch her own lips to Clarke's boobs, first little suckles to the top of her chest, breaths and moans interrupting her, then, she lowers down, twirling her tongue on stiff nipples and making Clarke lose her momentum for only a second.

Clarke groans as she feels the vibration of Lexa's hums and moans against her nipples; she leans into it, lifting a hand to grab Lexa's hair, pulling it back and pressing Lexa's mouth onto her breast.

Lexa's hips uncoordinatedly try to meet Clarke's tempo; the hand holding her head trails down to hold her hip and Clarke guides her. Maintaining the speed, they manage to get more of Clarke's dick out of Lexa's cunt before her hips sink all the way down, meeting with her thrusts upwards.

Lexa becomes a moaning mess, her mouth around Clarke's nipple simply open and huffing. Clarke smirks even as her eyes roll back and her own mouth opens to moan loudly; she enjoys the way Lexa whimpers and shivers with pleasure, rolling her head and burying her head between Clarke's bouncing tits. Maybe that was just her goal all along.

With a huff Clarke drops back down, one hand still on Lexa's hips even as her own still for only a second as her other hand moves to stick pillows behind her shoulders. In the still moment, Lexa whines, pressing her head harder against Clarke's sternum as her hips jerk fast, not moving too high nor too low, but bouncing in quick succession.

"Don't stop" She mumbles against Clarke's skin, her head turning to kiss the soft flesh of her boob, lips finding the path to her nipple again.

"I won't" She says, even as she stays unmoving, humming at the short, quick jerk of Lexa's walls against her dick.

Clarke grins smugly, huffing a chuckle she hopes Lexa mistakes for a moan. Her hand resting on Lexa's hips encourages the movement, her free hand coming in to join, to switch the jerking motion, keeping it fast but making her slide deeper, making Lexa's cunt take more of Clarke, making them both moan louder.

They find a rhythm to follow, one they slow down anytime Lexa's hips drop lower, every time Clarke's dick goes deeper, and pick up again when Lexa gets used to it. Clarke licks and suckles Lexa's neck once Lexa lifts her head to nuzzle her face against her shoulder, they exchange little bites and kisses to each other's skin, moaning and heaving their breaths with each inch deeper.

They work up a sweat rocking against each other, kissing and sucking each other's tongues as they moan and curse, turning their heads to find more skin to kiss, a new place to huff out curses and chants of each other's names.

The slap of their skin resonating loudly around the room is the only way they realized Clarke's bottoming out every time as they thrust with the same quick speed they've found. Clarke feels the way Lexa can take her with less resistance, notices the way her whimpers have been replaced with moans, the curses shifted to praises whispered into Clarke's ear.

Panting and sweating, they rest their foreheads together, Lexa's nipples grazing Clarke's as her boobs bounce with the rocking of their hips against each other. They kiss and bite each other's lips, smiling in between as they moan.

Clarke can't hide her grin as she stares up at Lexa, her focus narrowed entirely to the woman on top of her.

"What?" Lexa pants when she catches her, her eyes barely able to stay open to glare suspiciously at Clarke as she continues to rock her hips.

"You're just so beautiful" Clarke sighs, still smiling.

Lexa's movements stutter, but she recovers quickly.

"We've established I'm hot" she mutters "Now focus. I refuse to do all the work" she demands as she presses her forehead and chest into Clarke to increase her motion.

"I don't know…" Clarke hums "it feels like you wanted to do all the work just a little bit ago. By all means do let me help, though" Clarke chuckles, smirking and lifting to peck a smug kiss to Lexa's lips that is met with a huffed snort.

Then, Clarke does just as she's told, adjusting her grip on Lexa's hips and twisting slightly to hit inside Lexa at a better angle.

"Like that?" she groans with a slight undertone of cockiness at Lexa's drawn out moan.

"Fuck!" Lexa almost shouts "Yes- Fuck- Clarke! You're so good at that"

"You feel so good, Lex. So tight. So warm" Clarke pants, her eyes rolling back at the feelings. She tightens her grip on Lexa and sets a faster, deeper pace, pulling an even louder moan from Lexa.

"Isn't it better when you let me take control?" Clarke grins smugly.

"Sh-shut u-up" Lexa grunts, but she lets Clarke continue to guide her.

Clarke realizes Lexa's moans turn lower, longer, coming from deep within her chest; her hips halt for moments at a time before she restarts her own thrusts, adjusting to meet Clarke's, whimpering in a pleading manner, whispering Clarke's name against her lips as her eyes stay closed. Clarke never stops the cant of her own hips, persistent in giving Lexa the best time of her life, fucking her with determination and care, and thoroughly enjoying every second of it as well.

Lexa's rolls slow down, dropping heavier each time, driving Clarke deeper inside her with more fluid thrusts. Clarke is starting to meet her halfway when Lexa suddenly lifts up to her hands and pushes up; she adjusts on her knees quickly and sits back heavily on Clarke's dick.

They moan and their breaths catch; Lexa's hips twitch, jerking in place as she pushes her hair back and up, catching her breath with her eyes closed as she arranges her hair in a messy bun.

Clarke huffs her own breaths out of her mouth, her hips restrained as she's slightly starstruck. Lexa looks feral on top of her, sweating and panting, her skin blushed red, scratches outline her hips along with her stretch marks; love-bites adorn her ribs, chest and neck, all marks Clarke can remember leaving there, can trace back in her memory knowing exactly when she made them.

The view alone is extremely arousing, and the memories, the knowledge that she can do more, leave more marks, continue to turn her into a beautiful mess; Clarke doesn't want this to ever stop.

Lexa opens her eyes, and with her hands trailing down her neck and sides she lifts her hips sensually and sinks down heavily. It's all it takes for Clarke to spur into action; her hands encourage Lexa's hips up and she thrusts her own hips into her the next time Lexa's drop.

Her hands join Lexa's in groping perky tits as they find a new rhythm that takes their breath away. In a moment of pure bliss Clarke tries to sit up and is stopped by Lexa's hands dropping to her chest, pinning Clarke down as she rocks her hips up quickly, dropping all her weight down with her hips.

It's a lot; Clarke throws her head back, meeting her at every drop.

"F-f-fuuuck-" Clarke moans "Lexa, fuck, that feels so good!"

Lexa responds only with a short moan, more following quickly, loud and desperate. Clarke is almost past the capacity to form a coherent sentence herself, and Lexa's noises aren't making it any easier. Lexa is rocking with abandon, sweating and panting.

The exertion gets to her eventually; with her hands still on Clarke's chest Lexa slows down, switches her fast rocking for slower, deeper, and more fluid rolls of her hips; Jr. slips almost all the way out before Lexa rolls down the full length of her dick, sinking to the base and moaning deeply every time.

Clarke enjoys the feeling of Lexa moving for a while, and then starts to meet her halfway, making Lexa roll her eyes back. Even in her uncoordinated state, Lexa plays with Clarke's nipples, pinching them in her fingers and rolling them in her palms; she squeezes hard and Clarke moans at the attention.

Clarke sits up, adjusting Lexa on her lap. Instinctively, Lexa wraps her arms around Clarke's shoulders, clinging to her back. Clarke uses her new leverage to fuck upwards into Lexa as Lexa rolls her hips to meet her, lifting and dropping in time to each thrust. Lexa's hands hold onto Clarke's shoulders, her nails digging into her skin as Clarke leans back on her palms for a better angle, both of their eyes drawn to the image of their bodies colliding.

The cant of their hips, the sounds they make, even the crash of their lips, it all turns messy, a desperate motion of pure instinct. They both moan loudly, the slap of their skin resonates around the room, the wet sound of Clarke's dick sliding into Lexa's pussy is the hottest thing they've ever heard. Clarke has a passing thought spared for their neighbors and the practically nonexistent acoustic insulation.

Lexa's words get reduced to the chant of Clarke's name, the occasional curse and the rest is broken moans; she's so loud; she jumps up and down with a desperation Clarke is happy to recognize; she holds onto Clarke's shoulders for dear life, and her movements grow uncoordinated. Clarke uses her arms wrapped around her waist to take control, to fuck her fast and deep, to pull Lexa down on her dick in time with her thrusts.

They roll their hips in counter part; their lips and tongues crash together as they moan and curse into each other. When Lexa throws her head back moaning Clarke lowers hers to suck Lexa's tits; when Lexa presses the side of her head to Clarke's she lifts to kiss her. With their foreheads together they rock desperately against each other, mouths hanging open as they moan in a cycle.

Lexa comes suddenly, her orgasm crashing over her. Clarke feels it from the tightness around her dick, the shaking of Lexa's hips, the broken shout and the tensing of her arms around Clarke's shoulders.

She drops back with her hands on Lexa's ribs to hold her, wanting to watch Lexa come undone for her; she's almost there herself, so she uses her elbows to thrust her hips short and deep, dragging Lexa's orgasm on and on, moaning at the way Lexa's walls squeeze her dick.

Lexa shakes and puffs short moans and whimpers, her hands holding Clarke's wrist as she rides out her orgasm and Clarke into one. Clarke tries to hold it, does her best to think of her thrusts as a way to prolonge Lexa's ecstasy, but in doing so Lexa's walls shiver around her, squeezing her and rubbing her length deliciously.

She collapses onto her back with a broken moan, feels more than sees the way Lexa recognizes the signs, feels the way she adjust to meet Clarke's erratic cants. She comes hard and fast, feels her release strong and hot, she rocks her hips rapidly pulling Lexa's body down on her without thinking as her own shoulders press back with waves of pleasure.

"Fu-ck-" Clarke huffs, her breath catching as Lexa collapses on top of her.

They moan out the last of their orgasms as they slow down gradually, shaking slightly. Lexa breathes heavily with her head on Clarke's shoulder. Clarke feels her entire body sweating as she catches her breath. She feels Lexa's walls shivering and Jr. twitches inside Lexa.

"Mmh… fuck that- that was so good" Lexa sighs onto her neck, her body slack on top of Clarke.

Clarke enjoys Lexa's full weight on her, hums in agreement with her eyes closed. She focuses on the feeling of it all, her nerve-endings fried, her body sweating, Lexa's body sweating, spent on top of her, her own hands glued to Lexa's sides, their breasts pressed together.

She sighs as she feels her release around her staff, knows she'll get soft any minute now and staying like this is not an option. She kisses the side of Lexa's head, pressing her lips for a second longer just to soak in the moment, before she squeezes Lexa's sides to get her attention.

"Hey Lex, we're gonna need to move a bit, okay?

"Mmh, no"

Clarke laughs surprised and tired, Lexa snuggles closer. Clarke allows it, kissing Lexa's head again, before trying one more time.

"We can stay like this after, but I need to pull out"

"Whyyy?" Lexa groans loudly, pouting before she kisses Clarke's neck.

"Because…" Clarke sighs, smiling through it though. When Lexa only huffs and doesn't move Clarke adds "Y'know I'm getting soft, that means the condom is no longer tight so my cum is sliding down and aside from that feeling really fucking gross, it also kinda… defeats the purpose of wearing one"

"Buuut-" Lexa groans as she lifts her head to pout at her. Her eyes are cast down when Clarke lifts a questioning eyebrow; she purses her lips before mumbling "I'm finally used to the grith- and it feels soo gooood"

Clarke smiles apologetically at her, kisses the sad pout Lexa continues to wear and whispers little apologies to her until Lexa sighs. She drops her head on Clarke's shoulder and with a deep breath and even deeper sigh, she lifts her entire body off Clarke; she lifts her hips and pouts as Jr. slides out before she rolls off her and drops on her back beside Clarke.

Clarke bites back a smirk as she sits up to get rid of the condom, bites her lip thinking how completely spent Lexa must be to not even try to sit up and help. She lays back down facing Lexa and as soon as Clarke's knee slides up to her thigh, Lexa turns her head to look at her.

"Can I have you inside me again?"

"Still defeating the purpose" Clarke grimaces humorously.

"What if I clean you up?" Lexa pouts.

"Not safe at all, Woods"

With a deeper pout Lexa frowns and turns her face to the ceiling. Clarke huffs a chuckle and lets her contemplate for another moment before sliding closer to her.

"C'mere" She whispers as she pulls Lexa closer to her. Instinctively, Lexa rolls back on top of her, straddling her and hugging her close.

Lexa sighs happily, humming and kissing Clarke's shoulders as they soak in the moment, enjoying each other's warmth. Lexa keeps coming up with solutions that Clarke keeps refusing with little laughs. They bicker and joke as Lexa props up on her elbows, their bodies tangled together.

"You wanted to take control so badly" Clarke laughs as she tucks a lose curl behind Lexa's ear.

"I would've been able to, if you weren't so damn thick!" Lexa laughs with her.

"Didn't hear you complain about it a minute ago"

"Oh shush"

Clarke smiles at her then, so happy and so enamored with her roommate, with this moment, with the way they're still… them.

She yawns with no warning, turning her head to try and hide on the pillows as Lexa giggles on top of her.

"I wore you out, I see"

"Well I had to do all the work" Clarke meets Lexa's smirk with one of her own, loves the way her face shifts into indignance.

"Ohh-ooh, that was low!" Lexa laughs in disbelief "you did not!" She yelps.

"Mmh" Clarke concedes with a hum, doesn't argue and shrugs as she adds "you did nap in the afternoon"

"And you slept in 'till two?" Lexa raises an eyebrow.

"After a night out!" Clarke yelps with a laugh. We're so stubborn she thinks with a smile, shaking her head before another yawn overcomes her.

Lexa leans down to kiss her after Clarke blinks deeply.

"We could sleep" Lexa purrs against her lips.

"Mmm…" Clarke bumps her nose to Lexa's and crosses her eyes to look into hers with mischief "or…?" she flips them over in a smooth tilt of her body and Lexa laughs surprised.

They kiss off each other's smiles and giggle against the other's lips. Clarke trails a path with her lips from Lexa's jaw up to her earlobe as her hands wander.

"Weren't you tired" Lexa sighs out as her own hands trail up to cup Clarke's boobs.

"Can I eat you out first?"

"Mmh, are you going to fall asleep on my pussy?" Clarke huffs with an eyeroll and bites Lexa's shoulder to punish her. Lexa yelps with a laugh.

"I mean… I wouldn't mind" Clarke responds with a shrug and a laugh of her own and Lexa continues to laugh with her.

Giggles turn into sighs that quickly become moans as Clarke moves her lips down Lexa's neck, down her chest and her stomach; she kisses her thighs as she lies between Lexa's legs. Gasps as she is met with the uncovered beauty of Lexa's core.

Clarke can't stop herself from drooling, from looking at Lexa's sprawled, naked body before her and trailing her eyes down, staring at Lexa's pink and swollen, drenched cunt. She's never seen something more beautiful.

"Wanna make a drawing of that too?" Lexa teases slightly breathless. There's a passing thought in Clarke's mind to say yes, to immortalize just another part of Lexa's beauty in detail —not now though— she smirks instead.

"I'd rather make it a whole meal" She says in a throaty exhale.

Clarke locks in the eye contact as she slowly leans down, she kisses Lexa's center teasingly and smirks at the way Lexa shivers. She keeps her lips pressed to Lexa and hums, lives fo the way Lexa's eyes flutter and her hands slide down to fist the sheets. Clarke ghosts kisses to Lexa's core as she adjusts to slide her own hands behind Lexa's thighs and hold them from the top.

The first swipe of her tongue has them both moaning; Clarke catches the way Lexa throws her head back before her own eyes close at the delicious taste of Lexa. She laps earnestly with her tongue, trying to get as much of Lexa's arousal as possible in her mouth. She smears her slick mixed with her saliva all over Lexa's folds making a delicious mess.

"Claaarke- yeaah…"

Her eyes shoot open when she hears Lexa, watches as long fingers cup perky breasts while Clarke's tongue moves relentlessly. Clarke decides she won't miss a single new reaction she spurs from Lexa. She watches as Lexa's breaths quicken when Clarke moves her tongue fast in light circles over her clit, watches her cant her hips and moan when Clarke laps from her entrance to her hood, enjoys the way Lexa's hips shiver when she latches her mouth to her, sucking her lips and teasing the tip of her tongue inside her cunt.

Clarke works her expertly to a gasping and moaning mess, Lexa's hips wringing as her hands caress her own skin, slide to fist the sheets, and hold onto Clarke's hair in a random sequence. Clarke switches from light circles to tight ones over Lexa's clit; she braves her tongue deeper inside Lexa's pussy with each lap, moaning as the taste intensifies, as Lexa's walls tighten trying to keep her inside.

Lexa shows her how close she is when both her hands grab fistfuls of Clarke's hair as she cants her hips into Clarke's mouth. Clarke winces slightly and tries her best to restrain Lexa's hips with her arms while maintaining the pace that seems to be driving Lexa crazy.

"Fuck- Fuck- Clarke- Fuck-!" Clarke thinks of one and a million things to say to her, to tease her, to compliment her, to just agree with the sentiment. She refuses to stop her ministration though, keeps her thoughts to herself as she continued to fuck Lexa with her tongue.

With the relentless nodding of her head, driving the flat of her tongue from inside Lexa up to her clit, Clarke feels the moment Lexa trips over the edge, can't stop the way muscled thighs close around her head as Lexa's hips lift off the bed.

Clarke hears Lexa's broken shout muffled by her thighs, tries her best to continue lapping at Lexa to drag out her orgasm as she pushes down on jerking hips. Lexa's legs drop to the sides as she convulse through her climax; they clap halfway up as her entire body jumps in time with her whimpers.

Whimpers that shift into cries before Lexa pushes Clarke's head away with both of her hands. Clarke sucks in a deep breath as arousal and saliva connects her mouth to Lexa's cunt. Clarke rests her head on Lexa's thigh as she shivers through the remnants of her orgasm and licks her lips as she watches her come back to her senses.

Lexa cracks an eye open while Clarke is kissing her inner thigh mindlessly; she narrows that eye and with a huff she says.

"Fuck off"

Clarke laughs surprised and snorts at the way Lexa closes her eye again smiling sheepishly.

"Rude" Clarke tries to grumble but it comes out soft and happy.

She kisses Lexa's thigh again before lifting to her elbows and leaning to kiss Lexa's lower stomach; she smirks at the way Lexa's hips jerk and her abdomen tenses; she doesn't look up though, simply trails her kisses up to Lexa's sternum. She kisses a path through the valley between Lexa's tits, and picks the left collarbone to suckle on.

Clarke can see Lexa's smile from the corner of her eyes as she moves her kisses to Lexa's shoulder and to her neck; she reaches her earlobe before trailing down and kissing her jaw. She bites Lexa's chin softly, eliciting a laugh from Lexa, and she lifts her head to smile down at her. Lexa snakes her arms around her neck and pulls her in for a languid kiss.

They kiss until they can't focus on it anymore; Lexa blinks slowly up at her with a smile and kisses her one more time before pushing her to her side. Clarke lands with a huff, no energy to even move; she blinks slowly and smiles brightly as Lexa curls up to her, kissing her collarbone and hugging her waist as she sighs deeply and stays there.

Clarke kisses the crown of her head tenderly and keeps her lips pressed there as her eyes close without her consent.

"'Night Clarke"

"Mmh, G'night Lex" Clarke mumbles as she drifts off.

Clarke awakes to the loss of the warm body by her side. She blinks with a frown, her arms coming to hug her front where before there was Lexa. She catches her putting on a sweater over her naked back as she sits on the bed and Clarke's heart starts speeding when Lexa stands to put on a pair of sweats.

She swallows thickly and can't manage to speak before Lexa leaves the room. Clarke sits up slowly; she can't form a coherent thought yet, her brain too foggy with sleep, but something in her gut keeps her alert. She grabs the sheets to cover herself from the morning chill —no acoustic insulation comes paired with next to zero thermal insulation— and stares at the wall with a frown.

She hears the toilet flush and shortly after Lexa walks back in; walking stiffly and quickly she gets back in the bed; she pulls the covers up to her chin and shivers with a groan.

"It's fucking freezing!- What are you doing? Why're you sitting there?" Lexa asks her and Clarke looks away, her heart hasn't slowed down yet.

"I- uhm… I don't know" She sighs as a shiver runs down her uncovered spine.

"Clarke. Get under the covers!" Lexa hisses at her, pulling at the covers that remain lifted from her body by Clarke's position.

"I just-" Clarke instinctively leans back; she lands on her hands, turning to look at Lexa "I thought-" She swallows and bites her lip before finally whispering out "I thought you weren't coming back…"

"This is my bed" Lexa responds matter-of-factually, still pulling at the covers to get Clarke to lay down.

"I know-"

"Clarke!"

"I know that" Clarke sighs finally laying down, staring at the ceiling, unsure about what to do, how to feel "I just… are we… okay?" she asks, clutching the sheets to her chest as she turns tentatively to look at Lexa with a worried frown.

"Wha- Clarke…" Lexa's face turns from slightly annoyed and exasperated to confused and then to understanding and tenderness in the span of only a few seconds "Yes, Clarke. We're fine… Are you okay?"

"I-" Clarke blinks at her; Lexa is looking at her with sleep in her eyes, tenderness and patience. Clarke sighs out her worries "Yeah… yes, I'm okay. I just-…" She licks her lips and sighs again "I just got worried, that's all"

Lexa smiles at her sweetly, snakes a hand up to her chin and caresses her jaw with care.

"Okay… we're good then?" Clarke smiles back at her and she nods slightly

"Yeah… yeah, we're good"

"Good. When do you need to be up?" Lexa asks craning her neck to look at the clock behind Clarke.

"Class at ten" she whispers, her eyes already closing with the slow caressing of Lexa's thumb on her jaw; she holds Lexa's wrist in her own hand and mirrors the movement.

"Mmh, we've got time then" Lexa purrs as Clarke is slowly drifting off.

That is, until Lexa snuggles closer and places the only naked part of her against Clarke. She slides her cold feet between Clarke's warm shins.

"UHG! LEXA!" Clarke yelps, jerking awake as she wiggles away from ice cold toes.

"I'm freezing!" Lexa whines, pulling at Clarke's waist to pull her close as she secures her feet firmly between Clarke's legs.

"No shit, Woods!"

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