Ghosts (The Party Pt. 1)
Saturday morning is filled with packing and getting ready. Once Clarke is all packed and ready to go its around 4 p.m. She decides to go for a quick dinner with her and Alex a couple blocks away from Abby’s house. Clarke and Alex joke and talk about everything and anything. Clarke won’t see Alex until Monday since she won’t be getting home until late Sunday night when the little girl will already be sound asleep. The blonde hates being away from her daughter for so long, but she knows this weekend is much needed. Clarke drops off Alex and hugs her goodbye, peppering her face with kiss and tickling her for a good five minutes. Clarke sets off for Octavia’s house after an exchange of ‘I love yous’ between Alex, Clarke and Abby.
When Clarke gets there, everyone is already there including Lexa. Clarke throws her suitcase in the back Lincoln’s truck and squeezes into the backseat with Raven and Lexa. The car ride up is about an hour long and filled with music and Octavia’s rambles about how everything has to be perfect. The group gets there in time to put up the party decorations, set out the catering, and chill the liquor. Party goers start showing up just as the food is finished being heated. This is when the real party begins.
Bellamy doesn’t show up for another hour. He claims that ‘you always have to show up fashionably late to your own party.’ Truth be told, he totally just got lost on his way up to the cabin. The whole gang is here plus tens and tens of random people Lexa has never met. The cabin is filled to the brim with pleasantly buzzed people. Lexa has been chatting with Miller, Bryan, Monty, and Sterling. Lexa occasionally glances around looking for a certain blonde but can’t seem to find her anywhere.
“Well well well if it isn’t Lexa Woods.”
A deep distinguishable voice echos from behind Lexa and she knows exactly who it is. Lexa turns around to see Bellamy Blake with his signature shit eating smirk, tousled floppy hair, and playful glint in his eyes. The floppy haired man barrels into Lexa and hugs her tight whispering a “I’ve missed you” and a “It’s good to see you.” Like so many times in the past, Bellamy takes a seat next to her with a beer in his hand. They talked for about 20 minutes about Bellamy’s job on the force and Lexa’s career as a firefighter. They tried their best to ignore the elephant in the room that is the reason why Lexa left all those years ago.
“So how have you been since coming back to town Woods?”
“I’ve been amazing if I’m being honest. The last few months have been some of the best of my life.”
“Yeah Alex is something special.”
“Her mom is too.”
Lexa smiles to herself and takes a sip of whatever strong concoction Monty made for her. Not paying much attention, Lexa misses the brief guilty frown on Bellamy’s face.
“So you and Clarke huh? Is that a thing again?”
“No - well I don’t know. I’m giving her some time to figure out what she wants. I still love her though Bell. I’ve never stopped. Enough about me though, tell me about the last 7 years of the ‘World’s Biggest Player’s’ love life.”
“Oh god I forgot about that. Yeah that’s not me anymore. After Echo, I dated a bit here and there but nothing serious. Just a few girls.”
“A few girls huh? Anyone I know?”
Bellamy offers a tight lipped smile before he nervously chugs the rest of his beer. Right now, the older Blake is a ball of nerves. He doesn’t know if Clarke wants to share their history with Lexa but he feels like he needs to lift that weight off his shoulders. Even though he hasn’t seen Lexa in years, he still considers her one of his best friends. She understood him better than most. He thinks she deserves to know but then again it’s not his relationship. Bellamy, so wrapped up in his own thoughts, doesn’t realize Lexa has picked up on his nervous energy.
“Hey are you okay? You look a little pale.”
“Me? Oh yeah I’m fine I think I drank too much beer on an empty stomach. I’m gonna go grab some wings or something. Find me later Woods and I’ll play you in beer pong.”
Bellamy squeezed her shoulder and walked away in the direction of the kitchen. Lexa enjoyed their talk but towards the end, things took a turn for the strange. Bellamy was acting weird when he was talking about his love life...almost like he was hiding something. Lexa shook herself from her paranoid thoughts and went to get another drink.
///
About two hours later, Clarke finally finds Lexa. She’s taking shots with Lincoln in the kitchen. Clarke comes up from behind her.
“Hey Clarke!” Lincoln calls out. Lincoln has always been a happy drunk. He envelops Clarke in a bear hug.
“Wanna take a shot with me and lalaLexy?”
Clarke chuckles and looks over to Lexa, who’s staring at the ground, intent on not making eye contact with the blonde.
“Um sure Linc. Is that okay Lex?”
Lexa glances up and politely smiles, but her eyes are guarded.
Lincoln sets up three shots of whiskey and all three of them down them like champs.
“Excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom.” Lexa quietly mumbles and runs off.
Clarke frowns and follows her.
“Lex! Lexa! Wait up.”
Clarke grabs Lexa’s wrist and pulls her into the bathroom. Lexa sighs with her head hung low, ready for inevitable rejection. She’s been avoiding Clarke since she saw her in a dark hallway an hour ago with Ontario or whatever her name is. She loves Clarke and she doesn’t blame her for finding someone else..she just wishes she could unsee what she saw. She wants Clarke to be happy but she selfishly wishes Clarke would find her happiness with her.
Clarke hesitantly approaches her and wipes away the single tear she didn’t even realize she shed.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing Clarke. I’m okay. I just really need to pee.”
“Bullshit. Tell me the truth. You owe me that.”
Lexa looks away from her and closes her eyes.
“I saw you with her.”
“With who?”
“Um I think her name is Ontari? Your ex.”
Realization dawns on Clarke’s face and Lexa forces herself to look into those cerulean blues eyes she loves so much for confirmation.
“Oh shit Lex. I don’t know what you saw but -”
“It’s really okay Clarke. I want you happy and if she makes you happy, then that’s all I care about.”
“Lexa I don’t want Ontari.”
Blue meets a confused green once more.
“Wait what? But I saw you two kissing..”
“No. You saw her kissing me.”
///
One hour ago
Clarke was wondering through the party looking for a certain brunette when another dark haired girl came into her vision.
“Ontari, hi.”
“Hey Clarke. You look gorgeous.”
“Oh thank you. You do as well.”
Ontari visibly blushes and Clarke inwardly curses herself. Clarke is a natural flirt even if she doesn’t mean to be.
“So how is Alex?”
“She’s great. Growing up so fast.”
“I know! She was such a cute lil baby when I last saw her.”
“She’ll always be my baby if I have anything to say about it.”
Ontari chuckles and her eyes twinkle. Clarke can tell Ontari is misinterpreting her friendly conversation.
“You’ve always been a protective mom.”
“I try. That girl is my world.”
Ontari smiles. She loves how devoted Clarke is to her daughter. She can’t help but hope there’s still a chance for them. Clarke was always such a pure good person. She would hate to have lost her chance with the blonde.
The pair talk for twenty more minutes. Ontari occasionally flirting or touching Clarke’s arm a tad too long. Clarke decides to just rip the bandage off and tell Ontari she’s not interested in pursuing anything beyond friendship. As soon as she starts to tell her though, the lights dim and the music blasts. Murphy’s gift to Bellamy is on full display. A strip tease. The crowd circles the main event with Bellamy in a chair in the center. Between the pushing to get to the front, the hooting and hollering, and loud music, Ontari couldn’t hear a word Clarke said. The blonde pulled Ontari to a quieter hallway to clear the air.
Ontari though, thought Clarke had an entirely different plan. Clarke looked nervous. It was cute.
“Listen Ontari.. once upon a time we were really good together but I think that -”
All Ontari needed to hear was the “once upon a time we were really good together” to make up her mind and go in for the kiss. She didn’t even hear the “but” part of the sentence. Her lips were soon enough pressed firmly on Clarke’s. Ontari stumbled a bit from the alcohol in her system and Clarke instinctively caught her. Of course this was the minute Lexa saw them.
Clarke gently pushes Ontari off of her.
“Ontari I - I was going to say I think we should just stay friends. I’m so sorry it’s just -”
“Alex’s other mom.” Ontari sadly smiles.
“Lexa is...well I don’t really know what she is to me right now. But I want to give us a chance to figure it out. I’m sorry. You’re amazing and any girl would be lucky to have you in their life.”
“Just not you.”
“Not me. I’m so-”
“Clarke it’s okay. There’s no need to apologize. I moved away. Maybe if I stuck around things would be different but they’re not. I would love to be your friend. I really mean that.”
Ontari tightly hugs Clarke. She just wants her ex happy. She deserves it after the shitshow she’s been through. The chef just hopes this Lexa woman deserves Clarke’s love.
“Thank you for understanding.”
“Of course. Now go find your girl.”
///
Lexa also was looking for the blonde for most of the night. She wanted to spend some more time with Clarke. It was the top reason why she decided to come here. That’s when she saw it. Ontari and Clarke drinking and talking and laughing together. Ontari kept inching closer and closer to Clarke. Touching her arm. Her black eyes not so subtly admiring her ex’s body. Practically fucking the blonde with her eyes. Lexa felt defeated and insanely jealous. She couldn’t help but feel hurt and heartbroken.
Sure, Clarke told her she wasn’t ready but she had some hope. She thought that Clarke felt something when they kissed and then they talked last night. She thought they were getting somewhere. Lexa cursed herself for being so foolish. Why would Clarke want someone who broke her heart when she could have literally anyone she could ever desire? Lexa knows Clarke is naturally modest and slightly insecure so she would never believe Lexa’s words. But Lexa always saw how people would look at the blonde. Even in high school, everyone would stare at Clarke. Only back then Clarke didn’t notice because she was looking at Lexa.
The music changed and the lights darkened. Lexa turned towards where the source of the commotion was to find a girl dancing on Bellamy in the center of the room. Lexa smiles briefly and turned her attention back to where her ex and her ex’s ex just were but they were gone. Cautiously as if she knew what she was going to find, she followed the brief glance of blonde hair she was weaving out of the crowd.
Lexa’s heart dropped into her stomach and broke into a million pieces at the sight in front of her. Clarke was kissing this other woman. Lexa knows she has no right to be jealous but it still hurts like a bitch. It still sucks all the air out of her lungs to watch someone else kiss the woman she’s loved since the moment she laid eyes on her. The firefighter dropped her drink and runs into the bathroom, chest heaving and tears pouring out of her puffy red eyes.
Lexa cried for a good 15 minutes on the bathroom floor before someone knocked on the door, forcing her to pick herself up off the ratty carpet. Lexa threw some water on her face, fixed her makeup, and went out to brace the world with her typical stoic face.
///
“I pushed Ontari off and told her I only want to be friends because I want you Lex. You're the only one I've ever wanted.”
Clarke takes a step closer and leans in to press a chaste kiss to Lexa’s lips. Lexa enjoys the sensation. Neither attempting to further the kiss. The two girls, with their hearts beating out of their chests, rest their foreheads against one another. A banging against the door brings them crashing back to reality.
The two girls leave the bathroom, gaining a few dirty side glances from people waiting on line to use the toilet. Lexa goes to pour her and Clarke some more of Monty’s punch before she goes to meet Clarke in the deserted backyard for some fresh mountain air.
Clarke is sitting in the backyard with her eyes shut, inhaling the fresh unpolluted mountain air. For a minute, Lexa just stares at her in awe. The blonde’s cheek are flushed red, presumably from a mixture of the alcohol coursing through her veins and the crisp air. Her face is so at ease and peaceful. She looks absolutely radiant. Lexa sits down next to her and Clarke peeks one eye open, smiling when she realizes who it is. Her ex wordlessly scoots closer to her on the porch swing, wrapping her arms around the older brunette’s waist and laying her head on Lexa’s shoulder.
“Hey you.”
“Hey. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions before I just saw you with her and -”
“Shh it’s okay. I’m sorry you had to see that. I know we are still figuring out what we mean to each other but just know I have no plans of being with anyone else while we are figuring it out.”
Lexa lets out a breathe of air she didn’t even realize she was holding in. Clarke basically said they’re exclusive for the time being. That’s all Lexa could ask for. A real second chance with no third parties trying to pry them apart.
“Me either Clarke. I only want you.”
Clarke smiles and snuggles into Lexa’s warm embrace further. The pair looks up at the stars in peaceful quiet for quite some time before the blonde breaks the silence.
“Remember when we always used to do this? Just lay all entangled in one another and stargaze?”
“How could I ever forget? You would always fall asleep on my shoulder and drool on me.”
Clarke playfully shoves the girl who giggles in return.
“Oh hush. I was cute and you loved it.”
“I still do.”
Lexa hopes Clarke can't hear the unsteady rapid beating of her heart that tends to happen whenever Clarke gets close to her. Lexa places her drink on a nearby table and settles into the warm embrace of the blonde. The older brunette puts one of her hands on Clarke’s lower back, rubbing soothing circles through the blonde’s clothes. Clarke hums in approval. The ex couple sits there, eyes closed and in silence. This is the first time for either of them that they truly feel at peace in the last 7 years..in each other's arms, watching the stars in the deep night sky.
///
8 Years Ago
“oh oh y-yes Lex...don’t..stop”
Lexa lightly nibbled on Clarke’s earlobe as she gently pumped two fingers in and out of her girlfriend’s tight opening with her thumb softly circling the younger girl’s sensitive clit. The older brunette wants to make sure that she doesn’t hurt her beautifully mesmerizing girlfriend. Lexa is taking this very seriously since this is Clarke’s first real sexual experience. Clarke will always remember her first time and Lexa wants to make sure she feels loved and taken cared of throughout the entire experience. It’s their two month anniversary and Lexa set up a whole picnic in Clarke’s backyard so they could watch the stars. The two of them always loved watching the stars together.
This isn’t Lexa’s first time for sure. Lexa has had sex before...a lot of sex actually. Sex was always an escape for her, a way to forget herself and all her problems. She’s never felt such an intense rush of love and need to pleasure someone in any way she can until now. For Lexa it’s always been hot and frantic. It always was desperate sex just to get each other off. Just fucking. But with Clarke everything's different. She’s more aware of every movement and sensation of the girl squirming underneath her. She listens intently for every masked whimper and stifled moan. She stares deeply into those cerulean pools that turn a few shades darker when Lexa starts pressing open wet kisses on her neck. Lexa wants to commit every sound, every touch, every taste to memory.
Clarke’s breathing becomes more labored as Lexa’s fingers pick up their pace, now curling to hit just the right spot that makes Clarke gasp and cry out in pleasure. Clarke can feel her orgasm approaching fast. She’s never felt so desperate for something in her life. She’s scratching Lexa’s back with such vigor she surely branded her girlfriend with deep angry red marks as Clarke releases moaning and panting into her girlfriend’s tiny ears. Her body is overcome by warmness and a rush of the most pleasurable tingling she’s ever felt in her life. Body arching, Clarke slowly comes down from her high.
In Lexa’s arms, she feels like she has found her home. Like nothing can come between the pair. Lexa tenderly kisses the girl’s forehead and tucks loose strands of sweaty blonde hair behind her girlfriend’s ear. The brunette slowly removes her fingers and brings them to her lips to suck off every last drop of Clarke’s essence. Lexa moans as her taste buds are attacked with a sweet tangy flavor. She can feel herself hardening to the point that it physically pains her. Lexa has never been so turned on in her life. Today isn’t about her though. Today is about Clarke. Pleasing Clarke. Making Clarke feel loved. Bridging the gap between their emotional closeness and their newfound physical intimacy.
Clarke opens her eyes for the first time since coming down from her high and blue meets green. Lexa is still on top of her as their warm breath mingles due to such close proximity. Clarke can feel Lexa’s hardened length throbbing through her sweatpants on her upper thigh. Getting fingered by Lexa was amazing. It was by far the most intimate experience either girls have ever had in their respective lives. The blonde was still in a haze of post orgasm bliss but she wanted more. She wanted to be closer to Lexa. Clarke wanted to feel everything Lexa had to offer. She wanted to give herself over to Lexa.
“Are you okay baby?”
Lexa’s worried eyes bore into Clarke’s soul. Lexa needed assurances that Clarke felt comfortable, to make sure she didn’t hurt the younger girl.
“Yes.” Clarke cupped Lexa’s cheeks and kissed the older girl’s forehead. “Yes.” She kisses the girl’s cute little scrunched up nose. “Yes.” Clarke peppers kisses all over her cheeks, her jaw, and her neck.
“I love you Lexa.”
“I love you too Clarke.”
Clarke leans up and gently kisses her girlfriend. Lexa is uncomfortably hard and with Clarke rubbing up against her, it’s only making her more aroused.
“Clarke I - uh think we should stop.”
Clarke frowns. She can’t understand why her girlfriend would want to stop. Lexa never wants to stop. Maybe she doesn’t want Clarke anymore. Maybe Clarke is too inexperienced. Lexa’s probably tired of dealing with someone who knows so little about how to please her. Tears begin to trickle down the blonde’s pale creamy cheeks.
“Hey hey what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”
Lexa’s eyes looks frantic but her words are soft spoken. She would hate herself if she hurt Clarke or if the younger girl felt pressured. Lexa would wait forever if she had to. Sex didn’t matter to her. Not anymore. Clarke is all she cares about.
“Nothing I’m fine.”
“No you’re not. Please tell me.”
“I just - I know you’re used to being with more experienced girls and I don’t want to disappoint you. And now you want to stop kissing and I can’t help but think you’re getting tired or maybe even bored of me”
“Clarke. I could never get tired or bored of you. The only reason I said we should stop is because...well I’m getting a little too..uh excited? And I need to calm down.”
Lexa awkwardly mumbled the last part and scratched the back of her neck, averting Clarke’s confused gaze. Clarke starts laughing a moment later and Lexa’s cheeks turn pink with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry I’m not laughing at you. I just - I didn’t want to stop.”
“What?”
“I wanted to - well you know.”
“Klark. That’s a big deal. I don’t want to pressure you. I don’t need sex. I just need you.”
“And I just need you too. But I want to be as close as I can with you. I want to give all of myself to you. I’m yours Lex. All of me.”
Clarke leans in and kisses Lexa with all she has. Lexa responds heatedly, quickly deepening the kiss. Lexa gently settles herself on top of Clarke. Clothes slowly come off and the heat between them rises. Soon enough, the two girls are moaning and whimpering out the most sensual of noises underneath the stars making love to each other for the very first time..but certainly not the last.
///
“Lex?”
Clarke’s words came out like a sleepy whisper, causing Lexa to smile at how cute the blonde is.
“Yes?”
“I’ve missed this a lot.”
Those simple words plucked at Lexa’s heartstrings with such force, she thought she would burst from the sheer emotion they brought with him. Lexa pulled Clarke in closer and whispered back a simple ‘me too.’ She hoped those two words properly expressed her emotions. They did.
Clarke presses a kiss right where Lexa’s collarbone and neck meet. Lexa shivers and gasps. Clarke smiles and kisses her again, this time a little farther up on her neck. Lexa is frozen in fear, anticipation, and arousal. Clarke’s grip on her sides grow tighter as she angles herself to place on open mouthed kiss right below the shell of the older girl’s ear. Lexa’s breathing is becoming heavier and unsteady. She doesn’t know where Clarke is going with this. She doesn’t know how drunk Clarke is. The blonde has always been a lightweight. Maybe she should stop this before anything happens that her beautiful beautiful love might regret. She should stop this..but god...she doesn’t want to.
Clarke kisses her jaw and pulls Lexa’s face so they are face to face. They are so close their noses are touching. Lexa’s eyes are wide and watching Clarke’s every move. Clarke begins to lean in, her soft wet lips ghosting over Lexa’s. Lexa gains some self control and lightly pushes on Clarke’s shoulders.
“Klark.” Lexa says her lover’s name as if it is her solemn prayer of salvation. “Are you sure about this?”
Clarke looks into her big green eyes and Lexa sees nothing but love and lust. The blonde’s eyes are not glazed over from alcohol. Clarke shyly nods and whispers out a quiet ‘yes’ before leaning in again. Clarke caresses Lexa’s jaw with one hand and wraps her free arm in Lexa’s curly hair. Clarke’s lips are hovering over Lexa’s, barely touching, and yet it is the most sensual experience of either of their lives. Clarke takes the plunge and softly kisses Lexa’s plump lips with added pressure.
The kiss is heated but still soft and sweet. It expels the purest of emotions from either girls with undertones of lust and desire. Clarke’s lips are so wet and they taste like some fruity beverage Clarke must have just finished drinking. Her lover gently bites on her swollen bottom lip and then soothes the mark with a runover of her skilled tongue. Lexa revels in Clarke’s aggressive side. Clarke grabs at Lexa’s collar as she swings of her legs over the firefighter. Fuck. Clarke is straddling her. Lexa inwardly groans at their new positions. The pair is hidden under the dark blanketed sky with no windows in view of their location.
“Klark. Klark.” Lexa pants out between kisses.
Clarke silences her with her tongue deliciously exploring the older girl’s mouth. Lexa is very conscious of her hands, making sure she doesn’t overstep any boundaries. The blonde has other ideas though. She grabs Lexa’s hands and places them on her ass, as she starts starts moving her hips. One of Clarke’s hands travels up Lexa’s shirt, feeling all of Lexa’s toned stomach. Lexa feels like she’s on fire. Her head is spinning. She’s so confused by Clarke’s actions. One second she needs space and the next their heatedly making out in the backyard of their best friend’s cabin. Clarke said she wanted this but Lexa isn’t sure what that means. Is Clarke all in now? Or does she just want one night? Lexa remembers how horny Clarke can get when she’s drunk. No. This isn’t how this is suppose to happen.
“Klark please. Y-you don’t want this.”
Clarke stops her assault of kisses and looks into her ex lover’s emerald eyes.
“I don’t?”
“Yesterday you said you wanted to take things slow because you don’t trust me yet. I want to make sure you don’t regret this.”
“I don’t trust you yet Lex. But I can’t take not being close to you right now. I’ve never regretted being with you and I never will. I just need to feel you again. To touch you and taste you. Can’t we just have tonight and figure out the rest tomorrow?”
Lexa swallows hard, unsure of what to do.
“I’m not drunk if that’s what you’re worried about. We’ve spent so much time apart... I want you to fuck me like you used to. It’s been too long since I’ve screamed your name. I can’t promise you a tomorrow but I want to give you everything I have tonight.
Lexa’s pupils are beyond dilated. Her heart is racing and she can feel all the blood rushing to a certain appendage. The older girl can feel her resolve dwindling. Clarke is on top of her with messy post makeout hair and equally blown eyes. The firefighter’s hands are still firmly placed on her ex’s ass. She can’t take it anymore either. Being close but not close enough. Touching each other but not touching in the places they so desperately want to. Lexa mutely nods and crashes their lips together with newfound vigor. Surprised by the action, Clarke moans into the kiss. Lexa squeezes Clarke’s round perfect ass, encouraging the blonde’s former movement. Lexa can feel herself growing hard as she whimpers into Clarke’s mouth. Clarke removes her lips from Lexa’s and sucks on the older girl’s ear. Lexa shuts her eyes tight as the blonde huskily whispers a ‘follow me.’
Clarke grabs Lexa’s hand and weaves through the crowds of people in the house. Many people say hello to her and Clarke politely throws a ‘hey’ in their directions. Lexa quickly realizes that everyone at this party loves Clarke...a few people more than others. The older brunette looks around the crowd and sees a few guys and girls hungrily scanning every portion of Clarke’s body. Lexa’s cheeks burn with jealousy as she tightens her grip on the blonde’s hand. Clarke, unaware of the lustful gazes on her, sneakily strides through the masses and pulls Lexa upstairs to her bedroom.
Clarke locks the door and leans up to attach her lips to Lexa’s. The blonde pushes Lexa onto the bed and crawls onto of her like the younger Woods was her prey, ready and waiting. As soon as Lexa’s head hit the pillows, Clarke starts kissing Lexa with an intense fervour.
Clarke’s movements are desperate and fast. Lexa though, wants to kiss every inch of Clarke’s body. She wants to worship the goddess that is Clarke Griffin. She doesn’t want to fuck Clarke. She wants to make love to her.
“Klark slow. Slow. We have time.”
The nurse slowly nods and delicately cups Lexa’s cheeks. Green meets blue and fireworks explode. Lexa’s eyes flutter shut as she leans in to recapture her one and only love’s waiting lips once more. Lexa tangles her hands in Clarke’s locks and pulls their bodies flush together. Clarke’s hands travel to the hem of Lexa’s shirt before gently pulling the garment over her lover’s head. Lexa does the same and unbuttons Clarke’s blouse revealing Clarke’s large round breasts that have only seemed to get bigger since Lexa last saw them.
Clarke goes to unhook Lexa’s bra and then her own, leaving both girls naked and bare from the waist up. Lexa can feel her erection in full force and she stares at the beauty slowly grinding on her thigh, watching as even the slightest of movements cause Clarke’s breasts to move in the most delicious of ways. Lexa wastes no time kissing and sucking down Clarke’s body, swirling her tongue around the blonde’s already hardening pink nipple. Clarke moans at the contact. It’s been too long since she’s had an intimate human encounter with anyone, let alone Lexa.
Lexa can’t believe this is actually happening. She understands that tomorrow will be different. Clarke doesn’t trust her yet. The blonde is just looking for some human companionship. Lexa likes to think it’s at least a little bit about her. That the blonde wouldn’t have wanted anyone else but her. But realistically the older girl knows exactly what this is to her ex. She just hopes that after this encounter, Clarke won’t push her away. She hopes that slowly the blonde will not only trust her with her body but her heart as well.
Both girls are now writhing messes, only left clad in their underwear. Clarke feels a familiar heat in her belly as she grinds down hard on Lexa, sucking a mark into the brunette’s pulse point. Clarke’s hand bravely goes below the waistband of Lexa’s boxers and sets free her ex’s straining dick. Clarke gasps at the size of it, clearly forgetting about Lexa’s impressive size. Lexa is impossibly turned on, squeezing her ex’s ass and thrusting up to meet Clarke’s tortuously slow movements.
“Not this slow Klark.”
“I’m only doing as you asked, Commander.”
Clarke smirks. She’s been teasing the firefighter. Lexa sees the smirk and decides to switch positions on her. Lexa quickly grabs onto Clarke’s thighs and whirls them around so that she’s on top. She pulls of Clarke’s black panties, which are now ruined, and tugs off her boxers all the way.
“Shit my condoms are in my room across the hall.”
Lexa inwardly facepalms. She didn’t think she was going to be having sex with Clarke this weekend but she still brought condoms to be prepared.
“Wait I have some hold on.”
Clarke saunters off the bed, intentionally swaying her hips in such a teasing manner that it makes Lexa’s dick jump out a little in excitement. The blonde comes back moments later with a condom and presumes their previous positions.
“Are you sure Klark?”
“Yes Lex. God yes.”
Lexa excitedly puts on the condom and moves her dick through Clarke’s wet folds. Both girls moan loud at the contact. Clarke wraps her thighs around Lexa’s lower back, urging the girl to her hot entrance.
“Fuck me Lex please.”
Lexa groans as she feels the tip of her cock enter Clarke’s tight slit. Lexa slowly sheathes herself into the writhing girl beneath her.
“Fuck baby yes.”
Lexa’s eyes widen for a split second. Clarke called her ‘baby’ just like she used to. The pet name clearly slipped from her lips unintentionally, Lexa can see the shock in Clarke’s eyes. Clarke shakes her head a little before crashing their lips together and thrusting in an upward motion. Lexa takes the hint and begins to move in and out of her, reveling in Clarke’s tight warm walls wrapping around her eager dick.
Lexa softly caresses Clarke’s cheek with one hand and kneads the flesh of one of Clarke’s breast with the other as she continues to rut in and out of her. Clarke is huskily moaning out her name, her back arched and neck muscles straining. She’s close, Lexa can tell. Clarke’s eyes are tightly shut as she scratches down Lexa’s defined back, surely leaving a mark. Lexa can’t help but stare at the beautiful Clarke Griffin. This is all she’s ever wanted and she can’t believe she’s here in this moment. Lexa can feel her orgasm approaching as well but she does her best to keep it at bay. She wants to savor every second of this. This might be the last time she is so close to Clarke.
Lexa snakes her hand down to Clarke’s throbbing clit and starts out with feather light touches. Apparently that’s all Clarke needed to orgasm because a few seconds later the blonde is screaming out Lexa’s name as her walls tighten around Lexa. Lexa moans at the newfound throbbing sensation and soon enough finds herself coming hard and fast into the condom. Lexa collapses on top of Clarke, both trying to catch their breaths. She pecks the blonde’s lips once more before she carefully pulls out of Clarke. Lexa ties the condom before throwing it in the trash in the connecting bathroom.
By the time Lexa reemerges from the bathroom, Clarke is already putting her clothes on with her back turned to the brunette. Lexa’s heart hurts. She knows what this was for Clarke. Clarke made it perfectly clear she could only promise her tonight, but it still pains Lexa. Now that she’s become reacquainted with the most intimate parts of Clarke, she never wants to let go. But she has to be patient. Clarke will get there one day… hopefully. One day Clarke will be ready to open up to her and share not only her body but her mind and soul as well. Lexa just has to wait.
She’s worth it. She’s Clarke. My Clarke. I’ll wait forever for her.
The pair slowly gets dressed, both unsure of what to say. Once they’re both dressed and their post sex hair has been tamed, the duo locks gazes once more. Clarke shyly smiles at her and holds out her hand.
“Ready to go back out there?”
Lexa smiles on the outside and nods, allowing Clarke to lead her into the masses once more.
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Clarke takes Lexa to the kitchen and grabs them two cups of Monty’s punch, a drink that could get anyone drunk after three cups. Clarke is trying to remain calm but she can’t believe she just did that. She just had sex with her ex. The ex that she just told yesterday she wanted to take things slow with. But then Clarke started reminiscing about all the nights Lexa and Clarke spent watching the stars in one another’s arms. She thought about their first time together. She thought about how young and pure their love once was and all she wanted was to recapture that feeling of their love being infinite and wholesome once more. She just wanted to escape in a world of love and lust with the girl who still holds her heart. Clarke just wanted one night where she could abandon her anger, her sadness, and her adult responsibilities.
Clarke loves Lexa. Being close to her again made Clarke sure of that. But that doesn’t mean everything is okay now. She’s still so angry at the brunette but she doesn’t want to be. More than anything, she wishes she could let go of the past and be with the girl she loves. The mother of her beautiful little girl. But nothing can be simple in life.
“Hey Clarkey! Where have you been? Me and Rae couldn’t find you anywhere.”
Octavia smiles at her best friend until she sees the blonde’s hand intertwined with Lexa’s. Upon closer inspection, the young Blake sees fresh bruises littering both girl’s necks (mainly Lexa’s though).
“Oh we’ve been around.”
“Mhm I can tell. Can I borrow her for a minute Lexa?”
Lexa looked like she wanted to protest but just nodded at the ground. She squeezed Clarke’s hand before releasing her to scurry off with Octavia. Lexa defeatedly sipped her drink and walked over to Emori and Murphy to have a conversation about anything, just to get the blue eyed blondes she had in her arms less than 15 minutes ago out of her head.
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Octavia pulls Clarke into an empty room and sighs loudly. Raven barges in a minute later, surely drunk off her ass.
“O texted meeee. She said it was an emer-erm- no wait an emergency.”
Raven gives herself a mental high five for being able to pronounce the big word without slurring too much.
“Jesus she’s shitfaced.”
O leads Raven to the bed and hands her the water bottle she had in her hand.
“Okay so Clarkey here slept with Lexa.”
“No shit O. They had to have sex to have Alex. Do you not know basic human biology? Pft.”
“I meant they had sex tonight Raven.”
Raven spits out her water in shock and it lands all over Octavia. Clarke bursts out laughing and so does Raven while Octavia scowls. When the laughter calms down, Clarke starts the conversation again.
“Wait O, how did you know we slept together?”
“You had a post sex glow about you. Plus you and Lexa are sporting hickeys like you two are still hormonal teenagers.”
“I didn’t think we were being that obvious.” Clarke mumbled.
“Relax I just am very observant when it comes to all things Clarke…...Soo? What happened? We are only a few hours into the party and you and Lexa already boned! You don’t even look drunk.”
“That’s because I’m not drunk. I was outside thinking to myself about everything and then Lexa came outside. I snuggled up to her and I remembered our first time together. I don’t know something just snapped inside me, I can’t really explain it.”
“I can!” Raven interjects, swaying with a glazed over smile. “You remembered how good Lexa was at lady loving and you got horny.”
Octavia shook her head at the car mechanic who passed out right after saying that.
“Anyways, I uh yeah. I guess Raven’s partially right. It has been awhile for me. I’ve been very um frustrated lately I guess but that’s not why I did it. I just..I wanted to feel close to Lexa again. I’ve been so angry at her for 7 years, I never really allowed myself to think about all the good times. I’ve been mad for so long. I just wanted one night where I let it all go. I wanted one night where we weren’t Clarke and Lexa, exes. I wanted one night where we were just one again. You know?”
“Does Lexa know that?”
“I told her I could only offer her today. I love her O. I do. I’ve figured it out finally but there’s so much more at play here. I just wanted one night where we could forget about all the other bullshit and just love each other. Is that dumb?”
“No it’s not. You deserve that one night. Just know that tomorrow is going to be hard.”
“God I know.”
“Look if I could I would protect you from the hurt that I believe Lexa Woods will bring you. But I know you. If you love someone, you won’t let them go without a fight. And that’s why I think you should go out there, find your girl, and have the night of your life. I’m not here to stand in your way babe, but just be aware that tomorrow is when reality sets in and shit gets real.”
“I know. I love you O.”
Clarke hugs Octavia and kisses her on the cheek. She goes to leave the room but pops her head in quick and throws out a “I love you too Rae.”
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Clarke runs out of the room to find Lexa. Lexa is sitting talking to Murphy and Emori, laughing. But the smile doesn’t reach her eyes. She can tell Lexa is over thinking their encounter. They didn’t talk about it at all before Clarke was whisked away. Lexa and Clarke’s eyes find eachother across the room. Clarke reaches Lexa as fast as she can and pulls her up into a bruising kiss. For the tenth time tonight, Clarke whispers in the older girl’s ear, causing shivers to tingle down her spine.
“Let’s go.”