An Affair To Remember

“RUN”

Lexa grabs Clarke’s hand and pulls her in the opposite direction of the house, leaving their clothes behind. They run on the dark beach and under the pier. The beach security must be very bored as they chase them and seem to be catching up.

“Shit Lex..they’re close.” Clarke says in between her heavy breathing. The blonde is an artist. She hasn’t run like this since she was on her middle school’s track team.

“Just keep running. They’ll get tired of this eventually.” Lexa says with little to no heavy breathing. The author works out quite a lot so she’s barely breaking a sweat here.

“Wait follow me!” Clarke whispers and pulls Lexa to the deep end of the pier, under the boardwalk. The pair hunches down and hides. Flashlights bright as ever flashing around looking for them. The cops are only a few feet away. All they have to do is turn the corner and flash their lights and they’re done for. The guards will surely recognize Clarke as Finn Collin’s wife. Everyone knows the Collins thanks to all the flashy magazine headlines. Plus Clarke is well known herself. And then everything Clarke worked so hard for in her life will crumble. Clarke and Lexa are holding their breaths waiting for the consequences of their little beach rendezvous to come crashing into them like the rough ocean waves but it never comes.

“Gary let’s just give it a rest yeah? I’m tired and it was prob two college kids making out.” One of the guards calls out.

“Yeah alright. Let’s go grab a coffee.” The other says and as soon as darkness blankets the pair once more and there are no sounds of the two guards, Lexa and Clarke let out their bated breath. The author and artist look at each other and start laughing.

“That was definitely interesting.” Clarke says in between laughs.

“Everything about being with you has been very interesting so far Clarke.” Lexa softly says and the air around them suddenly changes and grows more affectionate, loving even. Lexa clears her throat, realizing this isn’t the time or place as they’re under a pier very naked.

“How are we going to get back to the house without any clothes?”

“Well it’s dark we should be okay.” Clarke mumbles, her eyes focused on those delectable lips she had just been kissing fifteen minutes before.

Lexa smirks a little, seeing that Clarke is distracted. Lexa waves her hand in front of the blonde’s face and Clarke blushes, realizing she’s been caught ogling.

“Sorry.” Clarke rushes out, obviously embarrassed.

“It’s quite alright. Let’s just get back to the house first yeah?” Lexa insecurely inquires. She’s not entirely sure if Clarke wants to continue this little tryst or if that kiss was a lapse in judgement.

Clarke nods and cups one of Lexa’s cheeks. The brunette audibly gulps as Clarke’s wet lips press against hers briefly but with intense fervour. Lexa looks at her with lust and curiosity in her eyes.

“Sorry, I just need one for the road.” Clarke smiles and Lexa laughs and shakes her head.

Clarke grabs Lexa’s hand and Lexa has to stop herself from swooning. Clarke’s hand in hers feels so good. It’s astonishing to Lexa how just one touch from the blonde can light her whole body on fire and warm her icy heart. Lexa might be very successful in writing books about romance. Hell, the magazines are calling her the new Nicholas Sparks but that doesn’t mean romance comes easy for her. After Costia, she closed up her heart. The only person that managed to get through was the girl she met at a train station one night. Her what if has finally become her right now. And it’s so fucking complicated because she’s married. Clarke is married. Lexa isn’t a homewrecker but when Clarke’s rough artist hands slip in hers or her gentle tongue slips in her mouth, the romance author just can’t will herself to care about the entitled prick that Clarke is wed to.

They stealthily get to the house without incident and are now standing in just their bra and panties in Clarke’s living room. Illuminated by the natural light of the moon, Clarke can see the sexy sharp edges of Lexa’s killer jawline and her vibrant emerald pools hungrily scanning every portion of her curves. There’s only a beat of silence between them before Lexa’s eyes finally meet Clarke’s and then it’s settled for both of them. There’s no turning back.

Both girls take the two necessary steps needed to have their bodies flush against one another. Lexa toned abs rub up against the soft warm skin of Clarke’s stomach. The blonde pulls Lexa down for a bruising kiss. Lexa gasps into Clarke’s mouth as she grabs the artist’s thighs and walks forward. Her aim was to carry Clarke upstairs but then the blonde starts sucking and nipping on her neck. One of Clarke’s hands reaches under Lexa’s bra and squeezes her breast. She twists and tugs on the hardening nipple and her other hand makes quick work of unhooking the brunette’s bra.

“Klark” Lexa reverently whimpers. It’s been so fucking long since she’s been touched by someone other than herself. And the fact that the person that’s touching is Clarke only makes matters a million times more intensified and passionate. Lexa feels familiar wetness seeping through Clarke’s underwear and onto her lower abdomen as Clarke is wrapped tightly around her waist.

“Take me on the table Lexa.” Clarke huskily whispers against the flush skin on her cheeks before pulling her in for another wet raw kiss. Lexa’s mouth has gone dryer than the Sahara Desert and all words have escaped her. She’s a published author and yet her vocabulary right now is limited to ‘Klark’ and ‘fuck.’ So Lexa just nods. She nods and prepares to make Clarke Griffin come harder than anyone has before.

They reach the kitchen counter and Lexa harshly pushes the blonde on the elongated dining room table. Clarke pulls Lexa on the table on top of her and roughly places her leg in between Lexa’s thighs, already feeling the brunette’s essence coating her through her panties. Lexa is quivering on top of her as Clarke firmly squeezes her ass and encourages a wild grinding rhythm. Lexa is barely suppressing her urge to hump Clarke’s leg until she orgasms like a horny inexperienced teenager. But fuck is Lexa aroused with her whole body on fire.

The brunette moves her hand to Clarke’s upper back and urgently unclasps Clarke’s bra. If her senses weren’t already overwhelmed before they sure are now. Clarke throws her bra off completely and Lexa immediately latches onto one of Clarke’s breasts with a hunger unparalleled to anything she’s ever felt. Lexa is ravenous as she sucks and licks at her lover’s tough nipple.

“Lexa that feels so...good. Oh god.” Clarke sobs out, her back arching into Lexa’s touch and her hand at the nape of the brunette’s neck pushing her further into her chest. Lexa is still grinding on Clarke’s thigh, her panties completely soaked through and through. The harsh fabric of her underwear is frustrating her to no end as all she desires in this moment is to be skin to skin with Clarke. She releases Clarke’s breast with a loud wet popping sound and the blonde whines at the loss of a wet mouth encircling her nipple.

Lexa briefly detaches from Clarke to remove her own underwear as Clarke does the same. Not five seconds later, Lexa is climbing back on top of Clarke and moaning into their wet kisses as soon as her clit receives any semblance of attention from Clarke’s thigh. Clarke snakes her hand down Lexa’s shuddering body and reaches her wet folds. Lexa heaves as Clarke moves in tight circles almost hitting the spot Lexa desperately needs but never quite hitting where she needs her most. Lexa writhes and arches into the Clarke’s palm and the blonde smirks. She rubs Lexa’s clit once she’s gathered more wetness and Lexa full out cries out in pleasure at the contact.

“Klark please.” Lexa whimpers as Clarke speeds up her ministrations.

“What do you need?” Clarke says in her ever so sexy raspy voice as Lexa swears she’s about to combust.

“Fingers. I need your fingers inside me.” Lexa grunts out, moving her hips and pushing more and more into Clarke’s hand.

“Ride them baby.” Clarke whispers and Lexa moans at the command. Clarke angles her fingers just right and Lexa sits up so that she’s straddling the blonde. The brunette slowly impales herself on two of Clarke’s long perfect fingers and her walls immediately start clenching at the sensation. Lexa closes her eyes and can’t seem to control her body as she pushes down on Clarke’s shoulders with her hands and starts to furiously ride Clarke’s fingers with the artist’s thumb brushing up against Lexa’s throbbing clit with every movement.

Lexa can feel a welcomed coiling in her stomach and curling of her toes as she keeps her fast pace, her orgasm violently taking over her body causing her to see stars.

“Umph.. Klaaaaaark... Yes right there! Yes!.. Yes!!” The brunette screams out as she comes all over Clarke’s fingers. Her inner walls thumping to a melodic beat as she comes down from her high. Clarke slowly slips out of her as Lexa lays breathlessly down right next to Clarke on the table. Lexa swears that she has never had such an intense orgasm. Clarke Griffin is definitely the best sex she’s ever had.

Clarke shifts her body so that her elbow is propped up and she’s staring down at the green eyed goddess that is Lexa Woods. She tucks a few strands of her unruly curls behind her cute little ears. Lexa’s eyes are still closed and she’s humming happily. In this moment, Clarke feels at peace. No..more than at peace. She feels complete and happy. Does that even make sense? Clarke wonders. The blonde can’t imagine ever leaving this moment. Her and Lexa seem to be two magnets and no matter where they go in life, they always find each other. Clarke never believed in fate or ‘meant to be’ or even soulmates. But when she looks down at the flush and smiling Lexa Woods in post orgasm bliss, she can’t remember why she doesn’t believe in all those happily ever fairytales. Because maybe...just maybe..she found hers.

Lexa’s eyes flutter open and she finds blue staring right back her with such warmth. Lexa is naked and literally just rode the blonde’s fingers but for some reason the affectionate gaze of Clarke’s stare right now is making her blush and bite her lip. Lexa has tried to stop herself from falling for Clarke. She stopped herself at the train station all those years ago and it was the biggest mistake of her adult life. And now that she has a second chance, she’s going to sure as hell take it. Insecurity flashes through her eyes as she wonders if this was just sex to the blonde. I mean she is married. She vowed to love someone else for the rest of her life. But maybe this isn’t just physical for the blonde..maybe she feels it too..the strong undeniable both physical and emotional connection they share.

“Lex what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” Clarke gently says as her oh so naughty fingers trace Lexa’s jawline.

“I was just thinking about us.” Lexa sadly says, never breaking eye contact. Clarke’s face adorably scrunches up in confusion.

“Oh yeah? What about us?”

“Well for starters, is there even an us? I’m just trying to wrap my head around this. Last I checked, you’re married. I don’t want to be just an affair to-” Lexa’s words are cut off when Clarke takes swollen bottom lip in between her own. Lexa tangles her hands in Clarke’s hair and deepens the kiss, immediately forgetting what they were even talking about a few seconds ago.

Clarke meant for the kiss to be chaste and reassuring but it turned into something else completely. Lexa’s tongue is dancing around with her own as the blonde shifts her weight on top of the author. Lexa spreads her legs a little, allowing Clarke the room to straddle one of her legs. Lexa moves her leg a little and feels Clarke’s wetness spreading on her hot skin.

Before things escalate any further though, Clarke detaches her lips from Lexa’s. Lexa chases her lips for a moment and Clarke lightly laughs. The artist rests her forehead against Lexa’s and lazily smiles.

“Sorry I got carried away.” Clarke happily sighs content with Lexa’s strong arms wrapped around her waist protectively.

“If you couldn’t tell, I really didn’t mind.” Lexa smiles right back at her until the nagging feeling of this being just sex to Clarke comes back and hits her at full force. Clarke notices the sudden change in the woman underneath her and gently cups her cheeks.

“Lexa this isn’t just some affair to me.” Clarke says softly but with all the passion in the world. Lexa’s defeated stare turns into a hopeful gaze.

“It isn’t?” Lexa asks with awe laced in her tone.

Clarke nods a ‘no,’ her sweaty forehead still pressed against Lexa’s.

“Absolutely not. I know I’m married but there hasn’t been love there in a while...maybe ever. That’s no excuse I know but there is more to the story than reaches the eye. I promise I’ll tell you anything and everything you want to know okay? I just..god this isn’t just sex. I need you to understand that. For me atleast, this is so much more.”

Clarke finishes her spiel, her eyes watery and her mouth turned upward in a smile. Lexa smiles with a wide toothy grin. The author’s smile washes away as she slowly and purposefully kisses Clarke. This kiss is gentler but with equal passion as before, if not more. Clarke moans into the kiss and steadily moves her hips deliciously, her clit rubbing up against Lexa in the most electrifying of ways.

“Mmph Lex…” Clarke’s orgasm is quietly building and the blonde is letting out the most sinful of whimpers and whines.

“What do you want Clarke?” Lexa asks breathlessly in between kisses.

“This. This is all I need. I’m close.” Clarke says as her eyes remain tightly shut. Lexa nods and starting sucking bruises into the blonde’s neck. Neither girl is paying attention to the fact that hickeys on the married woman’s neck isn’t perhaps the best idea. Clarke has never been so turn on in her life just from humping someone’s fucking leg. But she can find it in herself to stop or ask for more. If Lexa uses her tongue or fingers right now, Clarke thinks she’ll actually pass out. The blonde is so tightly wound...her muscles stiffening. Her entire body is on the edge of falling over.

The rickety old table is squeaking with each unabashed movement. Clarke’s heavy breaths and naughty moans fill the air as Lexa continues her descent down to Clarke’s breasts. Lexa takes a nipple in her mouth and that’s the end for Clarke. Her orgasm comes barreling into her. Her back arches slightly as she loudly sobs out Lexa’s name with all the love and adoration she can muster. One of Lexa’s hands are on her ass encouraging her movements to help prolong her orgasm. Clarke has never felt so safe in her life. Lexa is so gentle and loving with her. She collapses on top of the brunette and Lexa hums sweetly in her ear as she lovingly caresses the creamy skin of Clarke’s back. Clarke nuzzles deeper into Lexa’s neck and places soft kisses there. The earlier part of their first night together (but certainly not their last) was fast and rough but now it’s sweet and tinged with love. It’s not just sex. It’s so much more than that. But of course nothing can be simple and the complications of Clarke’s marriage will soon come stampeding at them at full force.