Chapter 4
Clarke found her mum sat at the kitchen table the following morning still looking slightly worse for wear. She glanced up at her daughter sheepishly when she heard the soft pads of feet through the door.
“Clarke-“
“Mom, it’s fine okay? You don’t have to say anything” making her way over to the cupboard she takes out her favourite cereal, pouring a copious amount into a bowl that was already set on the countertop ready for her.
But Abby had never been one to listen to what Clarke wanted, in fact she almost always did the opposite, so she carried on talking.
“Look, I know I spoke out of place and that-“ she glances up to gauge Clarke’s expression carefully before adding “your dad is still a sensitive topic”
Clarke’s hands fly to the counter and she braces herself, attempting to breathe steadily, waiting for the inevitable flash of anger to consume her in response to her mum’s words.
A whole two years had passed since the untimely death of Jake Griffin and Clarke still hadn’t accepted it, in fact she had stone blank refused to talk about it ever since she left the hospital that bitter cold day in January, clutching her father’s watch tightly, just willing, begging for him to come back to her.
But he didn’t and the pain still rages on.
In Clarke’s mind the best way to grieve is through avoidance. Don’t talk about his passing, don’t bring up old memories and definitely DEFINITELY don’t bring out the photo albums. It helps her to stay numb that way, numb to the gut wrenching pain of remembering things that threaten to tear her apart.
But she still keeps the watch. In fact not a day goes by where she doesn’t have it around her wrist. She likes to think that she’s keeping it safe for her father, until the day he returns and she can give it back, as though he’s just away on a very long vacation but some day soon he will walk through that door with his signature smile and everything will be okay again. Clarke copes this way. Clinging on to impossible hope that does her no good but also keeps her grounded.
Clarke doesn’t give Abby the satisfaction of a response so she grabs some milk from the fridge, yanks a side drawer open harsher than intended to get a spoon and makes to remove herself from this situation.
“Clarke!” Abby begs just as the girl is almost out the door.
She turns slowly, fixing her mum with a ‘don’t push me’ look which Abby swallows hard at.
She knows that she is the last person Clarke would want to hear this from but she’s concerned for her daughter, worried that she’s been bottling everything up for years now.
“Clarke” her voice is small, vulnerable as she pleads with Clarke to listen.
“Please, just know that if you ever want to talk, I’m here” Clarke nods silently before turning on her heel, leaving Abby to her own company once more.
In a roundabout way Clarke blamed her mother for Jake’s death.
She knew her logic was kind of off but that didn’t prevent her from holding a lot of resentment in her heart when it came to the circumstances surrounding her father’s passing.
A couple of months before the incident Abby’s awful secret had come to light. She had been having an affair with her boss, Marcus Kane.
Jake was distraught, Clarke was distraught and had taken the side of her father, choosing to go and live with him when he found a place to stay away from the family home.
In his pain he had been working a massive amount of overtime at the lab (he was a scientist) in an attempt to keep himself busy and his mind off the betrayal of his wife.
It was 9PM in the evening when the explosion happened. He should have been at home, he would have been at home had things been how they had always been. 6PM he would come strolling through the door with the evening’s paper in his hand and a kiss ready for his wife and daughter, each and every day.
So, simply through circumstance Clarke blamed her mum.
Obviously when Jake died Clarke couldn’t have carried on staying in his flat so she had to move back in with Abby. Now, a whole two years later their relationship is still a tumultuous one. Things have eased slightly, the anger and resentment isn’t as raw as they once were but Clarke isn’t sure that she will ever be able to completely forgive.
*****
“Griffster!” Octavia squealed as Clarke walked into the ice rink’s foyer.
“Hey O!” Clarke grinned, “is Raven here yet?”
“You betcha! You know how much she loves skating, she’s already got her skates on and is impatiently waiting for you to hurry up!”
As Clarke makes her way tentatively onto the ice she spots a flash of brunette hair as Raven speeds by her.
“Damnit Reyes how are you such a pro?” Clarke mutters to herself as Octavia staggers onto the rink after her.
“We’re like baby giraffe’s and she’s like… that” Octavia gestures vaguely with her hand as Raven attempts a 360 degree spin.
The two girls leave Raven to her own devices as there is no way that they can compete so they make their way slowly around the outside, one hand gripping the border and one hand holding the other’s in a death grip.
After a good hour of Raven showing off and Clarke and Octavia falling down and getting back up every five minutes they decide to grab a milkshake at the café.
Octavia slurps her strawberry milkshake happily before making Clarke and Raven jump at her sudden outburst.
“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS! I FORGOT TO TELL YOU, HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN TO TELL YOU?!”
The girls stare aghast at their friend, mouths slightly parted in surprise.
“Right, well you know I told you about that really buff guy at the gym, Lincoln? He goes to Trikru academy, well, he’s asked me out on a date!”
Raven wolf whistles before slapping Octavia on the arm.
“Woohoo, way to go O! when is it?”
“This Thursday” Octavia grins, “we’re going to the beach”
“Ooo, romantic walk on the beach eh?” Clarke teases, “no, seriously though O, that’s great news, about time! You’ve been flirting for about ten years”
“Hey you!” Clarke ducks as Octavia swings a fist playfully at the blonde.
“Anyway you can talk, you’ve never even been on a date! We need to get you set up next”
Clarke scrunches her face up in disgust, “no thank you!”
Raven laughs, “the thirstmonster isn’t in to all that mushy stuff, it’s one night and one night only for her”
Nodding animatedly Clarke agrees, “that’s right Reyes, I take what I need and then I’m gone, kind of like a vampire but without the blood sucking”
Octavia scoffs “you sure about that? The amount of experience you’ve got I wouldn’t be surprised if you are into some kinky ass shit!”
A raise of an eyebrow and a coy smirk is the only response Octavia gets.
*****
Clarke paused at her locker midway through removing her coat as she heard a couple of excitable voices approaching and eventually stopping on the other side of her door.
“So what was it like?” one of the voices asks.
“Ugh, amazing” the other voice replies, “them fingers, I tell ya, to die for!”
There’s a high pitched giggle, an instantly recognisable giggle, Harper.
Clarke narrows her eyes, then that must mean the other girl is… Monroe.
The two are inseparable.
“So did you erm, like, do anything to her?” Harper asks shyly.
“No, she didn’t even remove her clothes, said she wasn’t bothered, that it was all about me”
Clarke can feel heat beginning to rise from her toes right the way up her body, I hope she isn’t talking about who I think she’s talking about.
“How strange, anyway I can’t believe that you got Lexa Woods into bed! She’s like Polaris’ most wanted right now!”
Clarke almost growls.
How dare she brag about this. How dare she let other people know how amazing Lexa is in bed, as if people need another reason to fawn all over her. How dare Lexa be such a selfless top. Is there anything she can’t do?
Clarke is pretty sure Lexa Wood was put on this earth as a test, purely to taunt her.
That’s it, she can’t stand to listen to any more of this.
She chooses that moment to close her locker door, rather abruptly, making the two girls jump.
“Oh, hi Clarke!” Monroe exclaims, looking slightly embarrassed.
“Monroe, Harper” Clarke nods in acknowledgement.
“Erm, I’m glad to of ran into you actually” Monroe swings her bag off of her shoulder and begins to root in it for something.
She eventually holds out a piece of paper. “It’s my birthday on Saturday so I’m having a party, y’know, the usual, I’m inviting the entire year”
Clarke takes the invitation and studies it. “Oh, thanks, yeah I’ll probably be there”
Monroe beams, “that’s great, well we had better be off, double chemistry calls!”
The girls make a quick exit, scurrying down the hallway in hushed whispers.
Scrunching the paper into a tight ball and shoving it in her pocket Clarke grumbles and makes her way to her History class.
Not a great start to the week.
*****
Lexa’s eyes light up as they wander across the powerpoint slide projected onto the whiteboard. ‘The history of sexuality in pop culture’ now this should be interesting! The cogs have already started whirring about the many different materials she could use for research.
She zones out momentarily as Miss Harvey begins to talk about the class having to put together a presentation, only regaining her alertness when she hears her name being called… directly after Clarke’s.
Sitting up straighter in her chair she looks around, wondering what is going on, it looks as if people are beginning to shift around the room.
Then she spots Clarke, and her incredibly disgruntled expression. Great, she must have been placed in her group.
“Hey, over here Lex!” Echo calls and Lexa makes her way over, noticing the way Clarke gives her a brief scowl as she pulls a seat up.
The other person making the four up is Monty, sweet indifferent Monty. At least there will be at least one calm, voice of reason in the group Lexa thinks.
Three of them begin a heated discussion, batting ideas to and thro, everyone accept the grumpiest person Lexa has ever met, Clarke Griffin.
For some strange reason she can’t seem to be able to remove her eyes from Lexa’s hands as her fingers tap out a silent beat on the table, it’s a habit that’s stayed with her throughout the years and one that seems to have entranced Clarke.
“What do you think Clarke?” Lexa asks, knowing full well that it will catch the girl out.
“Wh-what? Uh?” Clarke sits up in her chair and colour begins to flood to her cheeks.
Lexa sighs, rolling her eyes. “I knew you wasn’t listening and you haven’t said a single word, I’m not about to sit here for the next two or so weeks doing all the work for you!”
She’s seen enough evidence from their shared classes in the short amount of time that she’s known Clarke to know that she’s workshy. The blonde spends the majority of both classes doodling in her notebook, much to Lexa’s distaste; doesn’t she care about her education?
Clarke merely shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly which only enrages the brunette further.
“Look, you either contribute evenly like the rest of us or I’ll ask for you to be swapped out” Lexa’s fingers have ceased their incessant drumming and now grip the edge of the table tightly.
At this Clarke rises so that her hands are flat on the table and she leans forward slightly in Lexa’s direction. “Good, do it, I would rather not be in your group anyway” she spits with as much venom as she can muster and Lexa visibly flinches, offering up a slight snarl in reply.
Lexa can’t cope with this, she just can’t. Her grades are incredibly important to her, she prides herself in over achieving and no way was she going to let princess Clarke drag her down to her level.
“Hey now, what’s going on?” by this point Miss Harvey has spotted the altercation and has wandered over to see what is going on.
Monty pipes up as soon as she reaches the table in concern, “Nothing miss, erm, a debate just got slightly out of hand that’s all, we’ll sort it”
A debate? Lexa’s eyebrow twitches, the idea of debating something with Clarke amused her, it would be over in no time, she would be no match for Lexa.
“Okay well, can you debate a bit more quietly please” Miss Harvey narrows her eyes in warning and retreats to check on another group.
“Clarke, do you promise to pull your weight? Please? For all of us?” Monty pleads, chocolate brown eyes playing the puppy dog card. Clarke glances up at him before sitting back down with a humph! And nodding once. “And Lexa, do you promise to perhaps not snap so quickly?” Lexa throws Monty a hard stare before softening her expression and nodding, how could you not snap quickly when it came to that infuriating blonde.
*****
The rest of the week had been rather uneventful, besides from Lexa scoring all seven goals in a 7-0 thrashing of Darhunt high. When she had seen Clarke, she had attempted to keep her cool as best she could and Clarke had somehow managed to tone down her grumpiness, only slightly mind you but it was an improvement.
Saturday night came around quickly and although she was nervous at the prospect of seeing Monroe and Lexa together again she was planning on drinking so much alcohol she would stop caring eventually anyway.
The party was hosted at a converted barn just outside of town. It was massive and boasted two large sized rooms for functions as well as two smaller rooms for more low key events.
The first time Lexa spots Clarke amongst the throng of partygoers her breath catches in her throat. Unlike at Bellamy’s this time she isn’t wearing a dress but a flowy white skirt and a strapless pink top, which, once again looks about a few sizes too small with the way her chest threatens to break free every time she spins around on the dance floor.
Much to Lexa’s annoyance she just can’t tear her eyes away from her, the way she moves is mesmerising and much to her horror she begins to feel a very slight pull at the front of her pants forcing her to down about an entire bottle of beer in one in an attempt to dull her traitorous body’s reaction. This can’t happen, not here, not now, not at the sight of Clarke.
And then Clarke notices her watching and she smirks, the dirtiest smirk Lexa has ever seen, and it infuriates her, she wants nothing more than to wipe that smug look off her face.
But that’s not all Clarke does, no, as the music begins to slow down into a more even number her dancing style changes. Her movements turn sensual, all sinuous rolls of her hips, fingers sliding through golden locks and then she begins grinding into Raven who is dancing behind her and Lexa sees red.
All the while this is going on Clarke has not taken her eyes off Lexa once. She knows damn well what she’s doing and she’s doing it well.
The feeling rises and rises and Lexa begins to feel her heart hammer so hard against her ribcage in fury that her head begins to spin. What the hell is wrong with you Lexa? Are you jealous? Is this the drink talking? Pull yourself together!
All her faculties are steadily ebbing away and she can’t think straight. All she can see is Clarke, the exasperating Clarke gyrating and simply teasing her and she’s quickly beginning to forget the reasons why she’s been holding back the past couple of weeks. In that moment all she can think is that she wants Clarke and she wants her now.
Finishing the rest of her beer in one big swig she throws the bottle to the floor and marches with purpose over to Clarke.
“Clarke” she husks breathlessly and she immediately has the blonde’s attention. Her expression is unreadable but intent on Lexa’s dark, hooded gaze.
“Can I have a word with you?” Clarke nods, biting her lip and allows Lexa to escort her out of the main room and all the way down a long hallway, right to the end where they are almost in pitch darkness.
“Lexa wh-“ Clarke starts but is quickly quietened as she is forced backwards into the wall and two strong arms reach around her head, hands pressed flat against the hard surface.
“So Clarke-“ the blonde shivers, the way that girl says her name drives her insane.
“Would you like to tell me what the hell this is about? The past two weeks? What are you hoping to get out of your games? What do you want Clarke?”
Clarke blinks slowly, her eyes drifting from the brunette’s pillowy lips back up to those viridescent depts, fiery and all consuming and then back down again.
“I thought that was obvious, surely a genius like you has already figured it out?” she husks.
It’s challenging, goading and Lexa’s jaw tightens.
“I want to hear you say it” she demands, her face becoming impossibly close.
Their noses are almost touching when Clarke utters the words Lexa has already anticipated long before they broke the silence.
“I want you, Lexa”
A noise akin to a growl escapes Lexa’s throat and she’s on Clarke in an instant.
Clarke never expected those lips to feel this heavenly but they do and she’s powerless to prevent the needy whine that she feeds into Lexa’s mouth. They move with such precision, as if they had frequented Clarke’s lips a thousand times before and knew every inch of them off by heart. But Clarke is the one to deepen the kiss further, slipping a silken tongue through Lexa’s parted lips to explore her mouth. Lexa moans, reaching for Clarke’s hands and holding them above her head. A jolt courses right through Clarke at the act and this time she welcomes Lexa’s tongue into her mouth.
As Lexa begins to suck seductively on Clarke’s bottom lip, pulling the swollen skin outwards, adding the tiniest bit of pressure from her teeth she suddenly remembers something and freezes. “Lexa- wait”
The brunette pulls away immediately at the sign of trepidation, her breaths coming out short and ragged.
“So.. does this mean, erm.. you want me too? What about Monroe?”
The sudden feeling of vulnerability that had struck her scared her, this wasn’t like Clarke at all, she didn’t usually care what the other person thought as long as she would receive her end of the bargain.
Lexa smirks. “What about Monroe?”
“Erm, well, you said that you had wanted her sin-“
Cutting her off Lexa grips Clarke’s wrists tighter.
“You think I didn’t know you would be eavesdropping?”
Clarke’s mouth drops open in shock, “so, you wanted to make me jealous?”
Lexa shrugs, “I’ll leave that for you to decide, Clarke”
A shameless whimper fills the air between them and suddenly, how she doesn’t know, Lexa has her back to the wall and her neck is being treated to feather light kisses and the gentlest of sucks. Her head tips back on a soft groan, giving more of herself up for Clarke’s exploration.
Clarke’s lips become more hurried and her hips begin a slow, torturous roll into Lexa’s, searching and searching for more contact, wanting desperately to feel skin on skin but knowing that this is neither the time nor the place.
And then Clarke jolts backwards suddenly in shock and Lexa knows that it’s all over.
Lexa knew she shouldn’t of worn her almost skin tight jeans.
“Oh my- fuck” Clarke gasps, staggering slightly.
There was no mistaking what she had just felt, what she had just felt twitch, hard and hot and heavy against her inner thigh.
“Lexa, you- you’re-“ Clarke stammers, staring intently at the now rather large bulge forming, stretching out the material harshly.
Lexa groans, resting her head against the wall, her cheeks beginning to flush as Clarke’s intense gaze directed at her crotch only deems to make Lexa even harder.
“Yes Clarke, I’ve got a cock” Lexa states matter of fact, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply.
“Go on then, run away, tell all your friends, call me a freak, I’m used to it now”
“I’m not going to do that Lexa” the brunette flinches as she feels the warmth of another body close again.
She opens her eyes to find the blonde gazing at her softly, but there is still a hard edge of lust swirling amongst those cerulean depths that causes Lexa to swallow thickly.
“You- you’re not?” Lexa stumbles over her words slightly, having to avert her gaze.
“No” Clarke states and then Lexa yelps as she feels a lone finger tentatively travel along her length through her jeans.
“Don’t get me wrong, you’ve surprised the hell out of me, but- I think it’s hot, you’re hot and god I- I need you, Lexa, I need to know how you would feel, inside me, please”
“Fuck, Clarke” Lexa groans as a delicate hand reaches down to now cup her length, giving a gentle squeeze.
“Please Lexa, fuck me”
Lexa’s heart is screaming to erupt straight out of her chest as she feels the ghost of a breath across her neck as Clarke leans in to suck soft, salty flesh into her mouth, biting down quite hard at the same time her hand gives another gentle squeeze.
“Into that room, go, now” Lexa breathes harshly, pointing to a darkened room offset from the corridor where only the streetlamps from outside provide a measly amount of light, most of the room is shrouded in darkness.
“Facing the wall” the commanding side of Lexa makes Clarke’s insides clench deliciously and she complies, bracing herself with both hands.
She hears the sound of a zip being undone and then some shuffling and oh it’s so agonizing waiting, Clarke is sure that Lexa is taking her time on purpose.
Nobody can see a thing which only heightens the senses, Clarke jumps when she feels a cool hand brush against her thigh and then the thin material of her skirt being lifted upwards and over her ass. Two gentle hands reach for either side of her absolutely ruined underwear and they pull, sliding slowly down her now trembling legs.
The air is thick, heavy, silent between them and the tension is unbearable.
“Lexa” Clarke whines and Lexa bites into her lower lip as her cock gives a pleasant throb. Hearing Clarke beg for her was intoxicating.
Beginning to feel incredibly mean towards the blonde for making her wait she reaches, feeling the air for the tell tale wetness and when she finds it she can’t help but groan. Two fingers work their way between Clarke’s dripping folds and in one slick thrust find themselves all the way inside. Those long, slender fingers curve upwards, finding the spot that makes Clarke almost howl to the ceiling the first time she expertly hits it. “You’re so wet for me, Clarke” Lexa purrs into the blonde’s ear and the brunette can feel the girl shiver against her.
As Lexa slides in and out languidly, Clarke can already feel herself close to orgasm. “Lexa” she gasps, “I’m gonna cu- please, I need to feel your c-“
For Clarke the first orgasm is always the most intense and there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to experience it gripping and fluttering and tightening around the brunette’s cock.
Lexa gets the message immediately and removes her fingers, hurriedly shoving them in her mouth as she begins to stroke herself with her other hand. Clarke tastes so good and she wishes they had more time, more time so that Lexa could worship Clarke, taste her properly but they don’t have time. They are fucking in a darkened room in a public place, they must be quicker than this.
Clarke reaches a hand around, searching for Lexa and when she manages to brush a finger across the straining head of Lexa’s cock, Lexa whimpers pitifully. They need each other badly, and they need each other now.
With Clarke’s help in guiding, a couple of inches find their way inside, earning a shared moan from the two girls. Lexa doesn’t want to hurt the blonde so she’s slow with easing the rest of herself in. Clarke gasps, she’s already clenching around the twitching length. Before long Lexa is buried inside Clarke to the hilt and it feels so good.
They know that neither of them will last long and that they don’t have much time but Lexa starts slow anyway. Small, slow thrusts which does nothing to alleviate the burning ache within Clarke, it only seems to make it worse.
“Lexa, more, please” Clarke whines, thrusting back against Lexa, reiterating her plead.
The brunette obliges, picking up the pace rather quickly, not giving Clarke much time to adjust, causing her to almost shout out.
“Clarke” Lexa growls, “You have to be quiet!”
To the blonde the idea of somebody walking in on them, to see Lexa buried deep inside her, raw power thrusting into her, the thought excites her tremendously but to Lexa the thought terrifies her.
As much as she’s loving the feeling of Clarke, warm and inviting and deliciously clenching around her she just can’t take the risk any longer, she has to get this over with.
Both hands grip Clarke’s hips tightly, keeping her steady as Lexa begins to slam shamelessly into her. She can feel the throbbing increase and increase but she has to let Clarke come first, she had to.
“Oh fuck- LEXA!” Clarke squeals and Lexa quickly shoves her fingers into Clarke’s mouth to stifle her cries. The same fingers which were minutes ago covered in the blonde’s wetness. Lexa almost comes right then and there at the dirty groan rumbling in Clarke’s throat at sampling her own taste.
“Come for me Clarke” Lexa whispers against a smooth expanse of bare neck, the scraping of teeth and the wild thrusting of the brunette has Clarke coming undone in a matter of seconds and she comes undone in the most glorious way.
Shivering and jerking and tightening around Lexa’s cock, she never thought she was going to let up. Lexa bit into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Please don’t come, please don’t come, you cannot, CANNOT, come inside Clarke. Lexa repeats the mantra over and over as she helps the whimpering, shivering mess of a girl down from her orgasm, gently thrusting in and out until the aftershocks fade away into light spasms.
Lexa pulls out just in time. Clarke whines at the sudden feeling of emptiness, wanting nothing more than to take Lexa back inside.
She pumps herself furiously and a minute later she’s coming in fast spurts across Clarke’s behind, Clarke shivers as she feels the wet, warm liquid splash against her heated skin. Lexa doesn’t think she’s ever going to stop, it just keeps on coming, some of it managing to soak the unsuspecting girl’s dress.
They both take a few moments of soft panting to regain calm, until they are both okay to adjust their clothes.
As they make their way out of the room, skin flushed, a slight bruise already blossoming on Clarke’s neck and the damp patches of Lexa’s release scattered across Clarke’s skirt it makes Lexa smile coyly. The evidence of their tryst is there for all to see, if you look hard enough. And as they re-enter the main room, where the party is still in full swing anybody could see those marks and wonder who? But nobody would guess Lexa Woods. It’s a thrill, in a way, to share that secret with Clarke. She glances at said evidence from time to time during the rest of the night and it makes her smile, because she, SHE managed to make Clarke Griffin come undone.
But will she still be smiling in the stone cold sober state of morning? Will she still be smiling when the inebriated, lusty haze has lifted? When her mind is completely clear and focused will she still be smiling then?