Chapter 5
Lexa awoke the following morning with a groan. She rolled over stiffly, her eyes fluttering open to note that it was midday. Thank god Anya isn’t in one of her moods and has let me sleep in she thinks appreciatively as she raises her head in an attempt to sit up only to then yelp and lay back down against the plump pillow in agony, just how much did she drink last night?
“Anya? ANYA” she yells for about the fifth time.
“WHAT!?” an aggravated voice travels up the stairs.
“Bring me some advil and some water please, and hurry!” the brunette begs before rolling onto her side and bringing her knees up to her chest, cradling herself into a ball. She hasn’t felt this bad in a very long time.
A few minutes later the blonde emerges through Lexa’s bedroom door like a shiny beacon of hope. Lexa snatches the pain relief from her grasp like a monkey snatching a camera from an unsuspecting tourist.
“Alright, alright little squid, crazy one last night was it?”
Lexa gulps down the refreshing liquid, almost groaning at how good it feels to quench her incredibly dry mouth.
As she turns her head to thank her sister she hears a gasp.
“Oooooo, looks like it DEFINITELY was a crazy night” the blonde smirks and Lexa furrows her brows in confusion, “What do you mean?” she asks.
“Sqidward got lucky it seems!” when Lexa continues to look bemused Anya points at the brunette’s neck. “Somebody get a little peckish?”
“Wha-?” oh.
Lexa raises a hand to tentatively feel her neck, the area at which Anya had pointed out was slightly tender and raised.
And that’s when it hit her, Clarke.
“Shit” she breathes, flopping back down onto her mattress with the grace of a hippo jumping into a swimming pool.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to spill the juicy details to your big sister?”
“What do you think?” Lexa snaps, staring up at the ceiling, her hands clenching and unclenching.
“Alright, well, when you’re ready come downstairs and I’ll make you some lunch”
Anya reaches the bedroom door by the time Lexa squeaks from the bed.
“An?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks”
Just what had she been thinking? She had spent the best part of two weeks barely putting up with princess Clarke and doing a very good job of resisting her obvious tactics at gaining her attention. And then what had she gone and done? Given her exactly what she wanted. Just like everybody else did. Lexa thought she was better than that, she thought she could keep her annoying attraction towards the girl under control, well, she could, just not after having downed three bottles of beer and a few shots. Clarke had snared her when she was at her most pliable and there was no doubt about it she was going to be unbearable now.
Lexa regretted it, of course she regretted it, but her body still betrayed her with a slight twitch of arousal at recalling what exactly had happened last night. The feeling of Clarke’s soft lips against hers, how they felt exploring her neck, how her teeth felt nipping at her flesh, those gentle hands that moved with such purpose but also in a quite tentative way as if she was scared that Lexa would suddenly change her mind and run away, the heavenly noises the blonde made, how she felt shivering and warm and oh so perfect around Lexa.
Another twitch and Lexa groans in annoyance, looking down between her thighs as if to say ‘thanks, thanks a lot’
She didn’t usually indulge those desires. In fact she hadn’t done for quite a while.
In the rare occasion she would hook up with a girl, and being honest it was a very rare occasion she would concentrate more on the other girl, it just wasn’t worth the hassle of her finding out that Lexa is different only for her to look disgusted and up and leave only to animatedly tell all her friends, just making things worse. And to be honest Lexa didn’t mind, she received just as much pleasure in being able to please someone else than she did receiving pleasure, and she simply just enjoyed the feeling of being close to someone, she didn’t HAVE to go all the way.
But with Clarke it had been different. She had been so brazen, so openly accepting of Lexa’s situation that she couldn’t help but allow her primal instincts to take over and it had felt amazing but at what cost? Clarke would now probably tell the entire school about Lexa the ‘human hybrid’ and she would be back to square one.
She didn’t care what people thought of her but she just wanted a quiet life, to keep her head down and concentrate on her studies. The question was, was Clarke about to make her life a whole lot more difficult?
*****
“What on earth is that on your neck Clarke?” Abby asks, picking up a load of clothes out of Clarke’s laundry basket.
It was rather obvious what it was but Abby does insist on being nosey.
“Oh nothing mom, I just got mauled by a bear cub on the way home last night”
Clarke sniggers, running a hairbrush, or rather trying to through her unruly golden waves.
Abby narrows her eyes, “no need to be cheeky! You just be careful, you know what I mean”
“Yes mom” Clarke sighs, Abby knew about her daughter’s promiscuous behaviour, of course she knew. She didn’t at all agree with it but what could she do? If Clarke set her mind to something she was damn well going to do it.
When Clarke had looked in the mirror first thing to notice the rather large, rather dark bruise on her neck she had smiled, that was the mark of Lexa Woods and oh boy was she going to wear it with pride. It was a glaringly obvious reminder of what had went down the night before and if it hadn’t of been there Clarke might have been convinced that it had simply been a dream.
But there it was for all to see and Clarke was sure that Lexa would also be sporting a similar mark. It made her shiver at the thought.
Lexa had certainly exceeded all expectations, in fact she couldn’t recall if anyone had ever made her come apart that fast before. Maybe it was the situation, maybe it was the feeling of Clarke ‘winning’ their own little game they had going on, or maybe it was just Lexa, beautiful, powerful, confident Lexa. The brunette had certainly just set a new benchmark for people to live up to.
“Clarke!” Abby comes rushing back into the room looking flustered.
“That was your grandmother just on the phone, she’s coming around for lunch so for the love of all things please try and cover that disgusting thing as best you can!”
Clarke groans. Today was going to be fun.
*****
“Clarke daaaaaaaarling” the blonde barely gets a moment free to grimace before she’s pulled into a back cracking squeeze. The stench of some sort of perfume that smells incredibly floral fills her nose and that mixed with the compression of her lungs makes it difficult to catch her breath.
A drawn out wheeze is the cue for the woman to let her granddaughter go but she holds on for another half a minute before releasing.
Watery bright blue eyes regard Clarke up and down like she’s a piece of meat ready for roasting and Clarke shivers, patiently waiting for the first jibe of the day.
“Abby dear I would have thought you would of made Clarke dress more appropriately for a Sunday? What’s that get-up she’s supposed to be wearing? Is it a skirt? Is it a belt? What is it?”
There it is. The first of many put downs that will be banded about today.
Clarke tucked into her roast chicken dinner as though she had been living rough for months and this was her first proper meal. By this point she had pretty much completely sobered up and she was famished.
A tut made her lift her head midway through raising a large forkful of mashed potato to her lips.
“We are not farm animals Clarke, can you not eat more slowly? It’s rather distracting”
There was almost an eye roll in response, almost, but Clarke thought better of it, it was much easier to just simply take the insults and ignore them.
After a few minutes of awkward silence and Abby looking incredibly on edge just waiting for the next attack the older lady spoke again.
“So Clarke, have you thought about what college you would like to go to yet?”
“Errrr, no” Clarke mumbles, averting her gaze down to her plate and stabbing a piece of carrot with vigour.
“I hear Beaufort is a good one for the medical sciences, or there is the one your mother went to of course”
Abby’s breath hitches in her throat and she gives Clarke a pointed look as if to say ‘don’t, don’t say it’.
But Clarke says it.
“How many more times grandma? I do not want to follow in my mom’s footsteps!”
In Abby’s family there was a long line of medical professionals and Clarke was expected to follow suit. Her grandad had been a surgeon, one of the most sought after in the country but he had been nothing like her grandma. When he was alive he had never pushed Clarke like she had, in fact he had encouraged Clarke to follow her passions, like any family member should.
Clarke’s passion was art and anything creative and she was damn well good at it. Many an hour, when she felt calm enough, would be spent holed up in her bedroom painting or using any material she could find to express her artistic mind. Just like sex, it was an outlet for the emotion bottled up inside to come out without the need to explain herself through words, and it helped.
Eyes bored into the side of Clarke’s head as though lasers were attempting to scan her mind, trying to work out why the need for the defiance.
“Don’t you want to be earning plenty of money? So you have enough to support a family? You would never know when your next pay check is coming in if you go down that silly artsy route”
A frail withered hand waves in the air theatrically and Clarke begins to feel heat rising to her cheeks as anger starts to simmer under the surface.
“Who said I even want a family? Look how this one turned out! Not exactly a good incentive is it!” Clarke snaps, flipping her eyes towards Abby who begins to blush furiously.
“That’s enough Clarke” she almost whispers, obviously just wanting the ground to swallow her up.
“Well I’ve definitely had enough of this lovely family dinner” sarcasm drips in waves off every word and a knife and fork clatters loudly onto a plate.
“I’m going to take Eric for a walk”
Eric was Clarke’s grandmother’s rather portly Pug which at the mention of his name wagged his little stumpy tail happily.
You knew things were bad if Clarke actually chose to participate in exercise.
*****
The walk was actually quite pleasant, the sun was shining and there was a light breeze, Clarke definitely welcomed the peace and quiet, no nagging just the sound of Eric panting away happily at her feet.
As she reached Lewisham park she decided to let Eric’s extendable lead go to the full length so if the mood hit him the pug could have a run.
He did run, and Clarke was surprised to see that he was running in the direction of someone jogging right towards them who stopped when they reached the excitable dog, bending down to give him a fuss.
When Clarke got close enough to see who it was she gasped. It was Lexa, wearing a tight fitting sports bra which allowed her tanned muscular arms to be displayed on full show and her eyes dipped eventually to find that she was wearing baggy running shorts.
After a few beats of silence their eyes met and Clarke almost stopped breathing, those greens look truly remarkable in bright sunlight.
“Clarke” the brunette breathes out, trying desperately to keep eye contact with the blonde whilst trying to fend off Eric who was attempting to lick her to death.
“I didn’t know you had a dog?” she actually giggles as two front paws scrabble at her legs for attention and Clarke’s heart just melts at the heavenly sound.
“Erm I don’t, it’s my grandma’s dog” she scratches at the back of her neck awkwardly. Thank god for the four legged distraction, she didn’t expect to run into Lexa again so soon.
“Oh, well you’re lovely aren’t you baby, yesh you are!” Lexa coos, scratching Eric behind the ears.
Baby? Clarke flinches, I wouldn’t mind her calling me that.
As the two puppies continue to fuss each other up Clarke notices the very thing that had crossed her mind that morning, a mark on Lexa’s neck courtesy of Clarke’s teeth, Clarke licks her lips, her eyes beginning to take on a darker note.
Lexa is blissfully unaware but Clarke begins to feel even more awkward and she shifts where she stands from foot to foot uncomfortably.
“So, going for a run?”
At this Lexa looks down regarding her attire and then her eyes meet blue, greens sparkling with amusement at the fact that Clarke had just stated the obvious.
“No Clarke, I’m actually on my way to a train spotting convention”
Clarke flushes embarrassingly, but a quirk of the lips doesn’t go unnoticed by Lexa in response to her quip.
“No but in all seriousness do you wanna join? I know how much you love exercise”
Lexa winks, Lexa Woods just winked at me.
“Erm, erm, sure, why not!”
Nice one Griffin, way to go, and how is she so full of confidence STILL after last night and I’m acting like a twelve year old in front of their crush?
So they begin jogging, much to Clarke’s AND Eric’s annoyance.
“I’ll keep to my usual pace so I hope you can keep up” Lexa announces jovially with a smirk as she sets the pace in front.
Of course neither of them can keep up. Clarke the couch potato and Eric the overweight barrel of a pooch.
Clarke tries, she really tries but it doesn’t help that Eric keeps stopping, digging his paws into the ground and downright glaring at Clarke, in his own doggy way of course.
The blonde ends up carrying him which just makes her look even more ungainly and ridiculous, much to Lexa’s amusement.
Lexa eventually takes a pause for a rest when they reach the seafront. Clarke catches up, incredibly out of breath to witness Lexa leaning, totally not out of breath against a railing, taking a slow cooling swallow of her bottle of water.
Placing Eric on the ground Clarke almost keels over, bracing herself with hands on knees, breathing heavily, not for the first time in front of Lexa.
“Would you like some water Clarke?”
“Yes….please” she gasps, thankfully taking the water from the brunette.
Lexa doesn’t take her eyes off the blonde as she tilts the bottle to her lips. Lexa watches as her throat bobs taking in the liquid and she wonders whether she can taste the remnants of her lips on the cap.
A thought that she quickly banishes from her mind.
“So..” Clarke starts, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and giving the water back to Lexa.
“Are we okay?”
Lexa blinks a couple of times, “of course, why wouldn’t we be?”
“Errrrrrm, a massive elephant just walked by and you’re blatantly ignoring it” Clarke hints, staring rather incredulously at the girl leaning nonchalantly before her.
“Ignoring it bypasses the awkwardness?” she shrugs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“So you want to ignore it?”
“What do you mean?” Lexa furrows her brows
“You want to ignore what happened as if it’s no big deal? You want to ignore the fact that you fucked me in a darkened room at a girl you previously slept with’s party when we had spent two weeks beforehand hating each other?”
Another shrug and Clarke begins to feel incredibly frustrated.
Why is she acting so weird, this isn’t at all like Lexa Woods.
“You want to ignore the way we made each other feel? The way our lips felt..”
She trails off, allowing her eyes to dip to said lips, so soft, so inviting… before looking back up to meet Lexa’s gaze which is now totally unreadable.
And she realises that she has stepped a couple of feet forward, and she realises that her own lips have begun the most slightest of quivers.
And then as if on autopilot, as if she has no control over her body she leans in some more and the temptation is just too strong, she captures Lexa’s lips in the barest of kisses and Lexa freezes.
There’s a couple of anxious beats before Lexa breaks free of her stunned reverie and reacts, just as Clarke moves to deepen the kiss there’s a firm hand on her shoulder and their lips break their bond.
“Clarke, no…”
Clarke’s eyes flutter open, her eyes hooded and dark but Lexa doesn’t waver.
“I don’t regret last night but that can’t happen again, okay?”
The blonde looks stunned, as if she’s just been told that she has sprouted a third eye.
“Wh-why? What’s-“
“Clarke” this time it’s obvious that her word is direct, final.
“That can’t happen again and you need to accept that”
Clarke isn’t sure from where she gains a sudden flash of confidence but she does and it shocks Lexa just as much as herself. She leans in, so close that their lips are almost touching again. “Like hell I do” she snarls, flashing the brunette a determined look before backing off, turning on her heel and stomping away.
Lexa lets out a breath she didn’t realise she had been holding in and tilts to look up at the sky, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth on a steadying breath.
It hadn’t been easy saying no to Clarke but she knew deep down it was the right decision, as much as her body still craves for the blonde’s touch that has to be the end of this, it has to.
As Clarke began the walk back home she couldn’t fathom why her eyes began to prickle and her heartbeat thundered in her chest and her skin felt on fire.
She couldn’t fathom why she had moved forward, as if some invisible magnetic force was pulling her towards Lexa’s lips, she couldn’t fathom why she felt this affected by Lexa’s rejection and why she even put herself in a situation to be rejected anyway. Maybe it hurt, just a little bit at the notion that last night had meant nothing to Lexa, but hell, it was MEANT to mean nothing to Clarke too, it was a simple no strings attached hook up. So why did she feel this way? As her stomach wrenched uncomfortably at replaying Lexa pulling away in her head, why did she feel this way?
*****
Lexa awoke with a start the next morning sweating profusely and nursing a steady throbbing ache between her thighs.
She runs her hands through her wavy chestnut curls in frustration with a groan as she instantly recalls what she had been dreaming about.
Clarke.
Thanks to the events of yesterday afternoon her brain had decided to taunt her harshly with the image of Clarke’s lips.
Clarke’s lips on her own, Clarke’s lips on her neck, ghosting down her chest, enveloping two perfectly hardened buds and sucking, but that’s not the only thing.. and as Lexa remembers THAT portion of the dream she is startled by another almost painful throb.
It’s no good, she’s going to have to take care of this.
In killing two birds with one stone style she makes her way awkwardly out of bed and goes into her ensuite bathroom, switching the shower on.
She lets the cooling water cascade over her heated skin and she sighs, allowing her hand to begin to wander, across her stomach, her thighs, light brushes across her erect nipples and then finally reaching the source of all the trouble.
At the first tug of her erection she lets her head fall back against the cold tiles on a small groan. Relief, some slight relief at last.
As she begins to pump faster she allows her free hand to pull and tweak and twist her sensitive buds, palming her breasts, squeezing, feeling herself close already.
She tries NOT to picture her dream, even though Clarke is very much, annoyingly so the cause of her little problem she doesn’t want to actually come to the thought of her.
But she does. Hard.
Her release spills across her abs in spurt after spurt, and she imagines, as her body unravels out of her control what it would be like if Clarke had been on her knees in front of her, one hand furiously working her cock as she took the head between her lips and sucked, coaxing Lexa’s release out in wave after wave and down her grateful throat.
At this shameful thought Lexa whined pitifully and as she stroked out the last weak shots of her come she did so with Clarke’s name on her lips.
*****
Lexa avoided eye contact with Clarke that day at school and Clarke wasn’t surprised after their run in the day before, but that wasn’t the main reason for her not being able to meet the blonde’s gaze.
In a way she felt ashamed.
Ashamed that she had told Clarke no, yet had so soon after used the thought of the girl as an outlet for her pleasure.
But she knew, she knew that even though she couldn’t deny that she still wanted Clarke, desperately, she couldn’t allow herself to fall into that trap.
Because people like Lexa Woods fall in love far too easily for girls with a sweet smile, blonde like the morning sun hair and eyes the colour of the deepest ocean and people like Clarke Griffin will throw people and their feelings to the curb without a care in the world.