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Clarke sat on the bed as Lexa clacked away at her desk.
“What’re you doing?” Clarke asked as she got up from the bed and moved towards Lexa.
“Writing,” came Lexa’s curt answer.
“And thinking about me, apparently,” Clarke said as she delicately perched herself on the desk.
“Yea well,” Lexa paused, “It’d be cruel not to.”
“I’m not you.”
At Clarke’s raised eyebrow, she continued. “How can I forget, after all we’ve been through?”
Clarke lifted her hand to push back a few strands of hair from Lexa’s face.
“Don’t touch me,” Lexa said.
The blonde chortled, “I’m a figment of your imagination, Lex. I do what you want me to.”
Lexa sighed and turned to face imaginary Clarke.
“Before you, I was just fooling around because I resigned myself to the belief that no one will ever love me because of my... condition. But I took a chance on us. For a moment there, I believed in love. Those walls t-that I spent 22 years building fell at your feet.” Lexa chuckled darkly, “How fucking stupid of me.”
...
7 months earlier
“That was fun,” Clarke said with a smile.
They had been hanging out at the bar. Since that party, it seemed that Clarke’s trio had melded with Lexa’s own in perfect unison. The six of them did everything together since. When Clarke called it a night because of an early morning the next day, Lexa decided -in a show of chivalry- to walk her back to her apartment whilst the others continued their night.
“This is me,” Clarke said stopping at her door before turning around to face Lexa.
Lexa leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on a rosy cheek.
“Goodnight,” Lexa smiled.
Clarke pulled Lexa’s shirt and clashed her lips against Lexa’s in a heated kiss. When the need for oxygen became apparent, Lexa leaned down and connected their foreheads. Clarke’s hand trailed from the brunette’s face to her chest.
“Stay.”
...
They entered the apartment in a flurry of kisses. Lexa lifted Clarke up and carried her to the bedroom. They were making out furiously on the bed when Clarke pulled away.
“Wha- n-no. You don’t have to do that,” The blonde pushed Lexa back down on the bed as she began her descend.
Lexa lifted her hips to help Clarke remove her tight jeans along with her boxers.
“You’re beautiful, Lex,” Clarke said as she kissed the tip of Lexa’s aching cock.
“You’re a medical marvel.” Another kiss.
“Has no one ever done this for you?” inquired the blonde before taking the tip into her warm, wet mouth.
Lexa was helpless but to groan in pleasure as she pushed blonde locks that were shielding Clarke’s face. This was an image she had to keep forever.
“I’ve never had anyone that I liked do this for me,” Lexa only responded after finding the strength to speak again.
And Clarke locked that precious piece of information away in her mind.