Four
Lexa appeared unable to keep her flirtatious comments to herself, taking constant jabs at her, pressing every button, pulling every string. Naturally, Clarke responded with anger, irritation, and annoyance. She’d made it quite obvious she desired no acquaintance with Lexa Woods
“Do you recognize the name Anya Forrester? This “Raven Reyes” individual is a close friend.”
“Anya…” Clarke pretended to evidently engage in deep contemplation, purposefully diverting her gaze anywhere but Lexa. “I’ve heard of her…” Partial truth: she was fully aware of Anya Forrester. Raven always invited her to past girl’s nights, dinners, gatherings, everything pre-Niylah breakup. Anya basically equaled family.
Her eyes flicked to green, locking the brunette’s gaze. She licked her lips. “Ms. Woods.” She added the last bit to irk the brunette, who didn’t favour the use of formalities.
“Blondie.” Lexa casually handed a beer to the blonde, eyes briefly flashing irritation, then restored to unfazed— but seriously? Ms. Woods? Why not Lexa? Her reputation always preceded her. Secretly, she hated the fact people knew her more from her CEO status rather than her civilian status. “Name basis already? Don’t suppose I’ll learn your name?” She flashed a sly grin. Blondie’s tongue licking her lips, Lexa wanted that tongue elsewhere. And the emphasized pronunciation of the “s” in Woods made her weak. The potential opportunities.
Clarke vehemently cursed at the karma gods. She couldn’t grasp why she perpetually bumped into the brunette. She abhorred the smartass, smug, self-involved aurora seeping from the womanizer CEO. After Raven reluctantly revealed who Lexa was, she researched the brunette. Every week, the ass nabbed a woman, a one night stand. Papers dubbed her Ultimate Modern Day Playgirl, Commander.
“Leave me alone.” No hell’s way. No fuck’s way. No way. Lexa Woods would attempt to take advantage of her, attempt to mark her down as a tallied conquest. Clarke poured herself a glass of water and retreated into her room leaving a gaping Lexa dumbfounded. “Keep the beer,” she offhandedly added.
“You sure? Looks like you need it more than me beautiful.” Lexa purposefully paused creating a dramatic flair. She was a sucker for dramatics. She also couldn’t stop being stupidly cheesy. “You know.” She gestured to the blonde’s trembling hands and abnormal scrunched face. “I believe the term is loosen up. Relax your fingers. Relax your soul.”
First the coffee, now the beer. Lexa was perplexed as to her change in attitude, smooth thoughts to… this. Why couldn’t Blondie see Lexa was seriously trying to apologize? She was like Tony Stark admitting he made a mistake, or there was a calculated error on his part. Lexa had a struggling history of apologies. Ask Anya. It took days to admit that she was wrong. Her womanizer status also didn’t help her case Frustrated she clenched her jaw.
Couldn’t blondie see she her intentions were genuine? Lexa groaned. Her brain was overanalyzing everything. Again. This never happened.
“Fuck off.” Clarke walked back to her room not caring she hadn’t tasted alcohol tonight.
♨♨♨
“Nice going Woods.”
Lexa shocked, swiveled her head left —right —left—
“You should really just apologize.”
Lexa did a three-sixty, stopping short of ramming Raven materializing behind her.
“You’re both acting insanely stupid like headless idiots.”
“Am not.” Lexa sounded immature.
“Am too."
“How?”
“She’s crying over your spilled coffee, you refusing to say sorry, her on a whim deciding to face her emotional baggage only know…” Raven ticked the items on her fingers. “She needs to move on and let people in…”
Lexa opened her mouth, curtly cut off.
“—you and your egotistical playgirl self a facade masking the real sweet bean Forrester raves about, her stubborn innate instinct to build up barriers after being spurned by a lover…”
Lexa piked at that fact. It was childish, but she had a chance after all, not like some instantaneous infatuation made her want to date the woman.
“Ooops, was I allowed to reveal that?” Raven paused. “I know you’re into her Woods, but please if you hurt her I will track you down and slit your throat myself after you’ve endured a thousand cuts by my blade. I fully one hundred and thirteen percent hardcore ship the two of you together, and you’ve only known each other for what? Four days or something?”
“What makes you think I’m interested?"
“You’re a nerdy womanizer ass hounding my blonde friend day after day at my coffee shop.” Raven laughed at Lexa’s stumped expression. She’s personally seen the brunette’s collection of Marvel movies, DC comics, shirts, everything. She was tickled a badbitch CEO could in actuality be a cute bean obsessing over superheroes and Doctor Who. “Please. It would be insulting to my genius IQ if I failed to perceive the indisputable evidence. I would be a boneheaded nitwit moron if I said you weren’t entranced by my girl one bit. Griff here, I admit, is undeniably attractive.”
“I’m gonna kill Anya.” Lexa mumbled, uncomfortably shifting, a plastered confused assembling in her features. Her bestie had willfully spilled the beans to her close friend Raven. Similar personalities that think horribly alike, too much in sync.
“I own Dropship Brews Lexa.” Raven’s smirk grew bigger. “You flirted with her, you bought her coffee and offered her a beer, you attempted social conversation with a person fending off your efforts. For fucks sake! Right now you’re still persistent unwilling to give up. Stop acting like Tony Stark and be Captain America!”
Add Raven to the list. “Actions speak louder than words. Lex, listen to this genius. Y’all are like idiots staring at each other cluelessly.” Anya slung her arm lazily around Raven in total agreement. “So shut up and embrace the truth. You know sometimes the two letter phrase is all that is required. The two letter phrase being an apology.” She smirked.
“You’re crushing hard whether you admit it or not.” Raven chirped.
“Halfway to whipped.”
“Halfway to whipped indeed.”
“CEO Lexa Woods of Trikru Industries falling hard for a blonde. I see it!”
“Bachelor Playboy CEO Lexa Woods of Trikru Industries gets her ass handed to her by mysterious blonde—“
“Woods’ tendencies leashed in by mysterious blonde.”
“I hate you both,” Lexa muttered fleeing to the farthest corner.
“She’s leashed you in Lex.”
♨♨♨
Octavia knocked on Clarke’s door not sure of why she was even in this position.
"Who is it?"
Octavia emerged from the hallway. “Can we talk? Please Clarke.” Will you forgive me?
Clarke propped her elbows on a pillow at the foot of the bed. “Oh.” Her gaze casted to the sheets. “I thought you were with Lincoln?” she said. She tried not to sound a dick-y like Lexa. She knew it wasn’t only Octavia, she also contributed to the wedge between them. She pushed Octavia away when her best friend was willing to perform her golden duty of always having her bestie’s back.
Octavia plopped onto the bed corner next to Clarke. She needed to get this out. “Look. I realize I’m not your favorite person, I haven’t supported you in the same way as Ray has because I fled when my best friend needed me the most. I wasn’t strong enough to ignore your stubborn ass, but hear me out.” Octavia shifted to her best friend. “Please.”
Clarke nodded, sitting up. She wasn’t sure what to make of Octavia’s request since she did abandon her to fend for herself, though she activated her impenetrable barriers blocking her friend out shoving her to some distance.
“I’m sorry. I haven’t acted as the model best friend honoring best friend obligations.” Octavia pushed a stray strand from her face. “You are free to reject this rightfully, but I’m willing to mend our wounds Clarke.” Her chocolate eyes locked with blank blue eyes. “Let me in. I admit to you and only you, I abandoned you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for my unpleasant comment earlier today.”
Clarke released a quiet giggle, shaking her head in disbelief. “Lexa can’t apologize, but here you are apologizing so easily.” She let out another giggle, however this time louder. “I have no words. O, I accept your heartfelt apology and yes, I am willing to mend the created rift between us.”
“I apologize to you under one condition Clarke.” Octavia paused. “Never again will you prevent me from being your best friend. Promise me.”
Clarke nodded.
“Thanks.” Octavia withdrew from the bed, a deadweight lifted from her shoulders. This was surprisingly easy. “That means a lot to me.” She halted in the doorway. “By the way, Ray told me to tell you not to cry over spilt coffee — whatever that means. She also said to add baby steps. Everyone is taking baby steps.”
Clarke inwardly groaned. No one cries over spilt coffee. Damn Raven and her metaphors. Get your shit together Griff. She really had to let people in. Raven was right… as always. “I’m sorry too for turning dark on you O.”
“Forgiven. Just glad to have my friend back. I will make up for my absence Clarke. I’m here for you permanently.”
“Thanks O. As so will I.”
♨♨♨
“She’s stuck in my head Ahn. She’s always there, lingering in the background, a constant presence. I can’t shake free of her.” Lexa downed another shot at the counter of Raven’s kitchen. “I’m reduced to a blubbering cheesy idiot whenever I’m around her, and I don’t know why. I lose my smoothness.” She poured another glass of straight organic vodka.
“Who? Blondie?” Anya decided to play dumb.
“Yes. I need suggestions, ideas, strategies, methods, anything. How do I break free?” Lexa looked miserable. “I find myself chiding MYSELF for misbehaviors and sarcasm. I find myself uncontrollably blushing embarrassing hues of red and pink I never imagined possible.” She exasperatedly met her best friend’s gaze. “It’s always about Blondie. Always! ALWAYS!”
Anya did a double take. She didn’t expect her dear sister to be so involved with Clarke this far. She knew no method could wash blondie from Lexa’s conscious. On the bright side, forget being a big clue, her best friend was experiencing romantic expressions. At heart, Anya just knew even if Lexa slept with another woman as a distraction, a tonic to purge Clarke from her thoughts, her friend would only circle back around after a detour and continue to think Clarke, Clarke, Clarke. Like Anya mentioned before, Lexa’s emotions were too great to forget. Deep down, she knew Lexa secretly didn’t want to forget, she wanted to avoid strings attached, dodge coming to terms with her emotions. “Sleep with a stranger, the normal habits. I’m sure it’ll work.” Anya chuckled. Sure it would. Try anything you want Lex. You cannot escape her.”
“What do I do?!”
“I’m sure anyone would leap at the chance to sleep with you.” Anya smirked, obviously amused at the discombobulated, addled mess of a friend pouting on their couch. She and Raven had VIP seats to the new bestselling show entitled, Clexa. “How else would you bring a girl home?”
Lexa stared back at Anya, her eyes blank. Her memory was failing her.
“Must I spell it out for you? How you always do it fucktard?” Anya crossed her arms over her chest in disbelief. For the youngest and smartest successful CEO in the world at age twenty-five, Lexa sure could be the dumbest asshat she ever knew. “Pick up the girl, fuck her till the morning until her legs are wimpy, wobbly noodles, till she screams your name in reverence orgasm after orgasm spraying her juices infinitely.” Fat good that will do you. “Get it, got it, good?”
Lexa still looked lost.
Anya face palmed. “Really Lex? Has your little blonde angel wiped all traces of your famed sexual adroitness, expertise, artistry? Survey this party and charm your way into a girl’s pants.” She shook her head in mock disgust. “Duh. Sober up Lexa. There’s a cute blonde haired girl approaching you.” She picked up her bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonade.
“When?” Lexa was dumbstruck, her manifold years of experience under her belt gone. “Anya. Anya!” Her pleas grew louder. “Don’t leave! Answer me please! Help a bro out.”
Anya loopily grinned at her sister as she gallivanted towards Raven. “Now! Remember what I said!”
Clarke Fucking Griffin. Anya needed to buy that girl beers. Never before has she observed the scene before her. Never before has she had to aid Lexa in her stellar sex life or life in general. Normally the brunette was the one helping her.
Lexa sat on the stool attempting to summarize everything Anya just said to her. She poured another glass of alcohol, but this time scotch, the best scotch Raven had in stock. She surveyed the small, but spacious room, gaze honing in on the approaching girl Anya was referring to.
You got this Lexa. I full heartedly believe that you can do this. Let’s go. Get your shit together. Ready 3, 2, 1.
The nearing stranger seemed alone, but her posture indicated she was searching for someone. Lexa downed the scorching liquid unearthing newfangled courage, heightened confidence, and smooth swagger. Let’s get your game back Lexa.
The stranger digested every detail of Lexa, eyes boldly running over the brunette’s exposed skin, the tribal tattoo on her toned arms, the faint outline of defined abs peeking out from under the black crop tank, roaming lower and lower to the white jump pants hugging her muscular, but yet delicate figure.
Lexa arrogantly smirked catching the woman not-so-discreetly checking out her out. “Give me the honorable pleasure of buying a pretty girl a drink?” She winked for extra measure. That always did the trick. After all, Lexa was a prominent CEO of a dominating company and was the definition goals (who could blame her). She quickly realized she couldn’t buy the blonde a drink because they weren’t at a bar. “Because any beautiful girl deserves the world.”
“What if I’m waiting for someone else?” The blonde stranger scanned the room once more, but Lexa knew she had already decided.
Lexa licked her lips, smiling, and stood up leaning forward until she her lips brushed against the woman’s ear, teasing. Her tone dropped to low, sexily commanding, and dangerous. “I strongly caution re-evaluation after I’m done with you.”
The woman trembled in sudden arousal, the heat of Lexa’s hot breath hitting her skin. What could Lexa say? She tended to have that effect.
“So about that drink.” Lexa pulled back, smugly grinning at the stranger. She sat on the stool again anticipating the blonde to follow in suit (she didn’t disappoint). She mixed the woman a martini, and herself a dark bourbon.
Tonight was about forgetting Blondie.
Lexa slammed Clare—no Clara—Clarice?— against the elevator wall hard drawing a breathy moan from her temporary blonde companion who eagerly tugged at the tips of her top. She slapped the woman’s irritating needy hands away, grabbing the stranger’s wrists securely pinning her in submission as she harshly nipped the woman’s neck branding her with marks sure to last the next several days. Lexa didn’t bother to soothe the pain, she didn’t give a shit. She also had zero fucks if the doors were to open. Let the world see her masterful skills on display because tonight was a night dedicated to pleasure, to forgetting Blondie.
“Fuck….” the blonde stranger groaned. Lexa’s mouth traveled upwards, a hand snaking behind the woman’s head tangling itself in the blonde curls pulling her into a deep kiss lips crashing together. Her teeth pulled at the woman’s bottom lip, tongue granting itself entry roughly grazing teeth, then knotting the stranger’s annoying needy tongue into submission. The blonde thrusted her hips forward desperately hoping to ram into Lexa n a bid for extra stimulation. Lexa abruptly disconnected her lips, releasing a guttural growl warning the woman to obey.
There was nothing tender, or pure about her intentions. It was primal.
The elevator doors shifted open revealing the short walk to her penthouse suite. “Key…” Lexa mumbled, hastily fumbling through the pockets of her white trousers for a good minute before procuring them. She hoisted the woman, who was the same height as Blondie, onto the elevator rail. “Legs,” she said, praying the stranger would get her message. The blonde impatiently trailed her lips down Lexa’s sharp jaw, eager hands dragging her black crop tank higher and higher. “Room,” she grunted in frustration. The idiot wasn’t getting the memo. She grabbed the blonde’s legs, wrapping them around her waist. The woman’s thighs were not strong struggling to maintain stability. “Hold on,” she instructed as she carried the woman to her home. It was a good thing she worked out.
She kicked the front door open, carelessly tossing her keys to the wood floor. When she reached the master bedroom, Lexa dropped the blonde onto her modern platform bed removing her own bunched up crop tank, soon unclasping her black bra so that she was half naked. “I know you want this,” she murmured in-between wanton kisses parting the stranger’s legs at the edge of the bed stepping between them. The blonde’s center was very damp. Lexa tore off the woman’s white dress, the thong following its path somewhere in the dim lit room. She roughly lowered the stranger to the bed not caring how hard the impact was.
She took in the scene before her, a dripping blonde sprawled on her bed, a sight she wished to have every night after work… but a different particular blonde. Blondie.
Lexa shrugged out of her pants lowering herself onto the blonde stranger, biting the woman’s exposed neck hard eliciting a breathy moan. “How much do you want this?” She whispered into the blonde’s neck loud enough to be audible (barely).
“Please.” The blonde squirmed beneath her unable to contain the slight buck of her hips.
“Please what?” Oh how desperately Lexa wished go hear Blondie beg beneath her.
“Please… Fuck me,” the blonde gasped when Lexa’s hand languidly traveled south leaving a burning path in its wake.
Lexa began her godly descent, licking a torturous line to the whimpering woman’s wet core, goosebumps forming at contact. Her hands found the blonde’s breasts as they followed her mouth brushing over the stranger’s hardening breasts, fingers pinching the nubs hard in circular ministrations, finally resting at the woman’s hips, her loose grip tightening. She swirled her tongue around the stranger’s left nipple once, then twice before sucking it as if she would never encounter moderate boobs again. Her hand moved to the woman’s other nipple pinching the nub.
The blonde moaned in pure bliss, the pain turning to arousing pleasure. She writhed beneath Lexa.
Lexa parted the stranger’s rather short legs blowing against the awaiting bud. She let the cool breeze of her breath kiss the throbbing slit. Without warning, she pressed her mouth to the woman’s wet sex, tongue lazily licking the length in a single stroke lingering far too long on the sensitive nub. The woman tasted sour, however Lexa cockily smirked when she heard the chopped, breathy moans and near incoherent multiple, “F-Fu-uuu-ccc-kkkk’s”. She continued her lazy trend, cupping the blonde’s mediocre ass allowing better access and deeper thrusts. She felt hands grip her head, fingers tangling in her brunette locks pulling her roots, and thighs encircling her head muffling all sounds in the room. She watched the woman buck her hips synchronously with every thrust of her long delving tongue.
She increased the speed of her tongue, flicking in and out, entering faster and faster, thrusting deeper and deeper. The stranger’s thighs squeezed tighter and tighter, as the moans grew louder and louder echoing through the walls. The lower floors probably could hear the fruits of her habitual activity.
It was about at this moment Lexa remembered, this moment she envisaged the stranger as Blondie.
Blondie screaming her name in release as her thighs wrapped around her head in worship of her expert tongue flicking against the G-spot squeezing harder and harder, muffling surrounding ambience, but not enough to mute blondie’s sexy moans as she came.
Her briefs moistened, her length agonizingly aching, throbbing, craving Blondie screaming her name in chant as she pumped furiously in and out knuckle deep in a rut languidly. One of her hands dipped into her briefs wrapping around the hard member stroking her dick.
She moved her tongue to the stranger’s sensitive nub, hungrily devouring the bundle of nerves, vigorously sucking the crumbling woman’s clit without a care for orgasmic high recovery time. She swirled her tongue evoking room filling cries of release from the blonde. Lexa added two fingers, easily slipping in the discharge of slick cum (forget easing into the poor woman), thrusting harder and faster each with renewed intensity as if tomorrow didn’t exist feeling the unraveling blonde’s sporadic rolls of her bucking hips.
Lexa’s unoccupied hand pumped her erected dick faster and faster, a solid nine inches capable of hitting the perfect spot in a single stroke. She imagined Blondie’s mouth slowly sliding up from the bottom of her shaft, sucking on the pre-cum at the glistening tip, her smooth soft hands kneading her balls before her cock disappeared entirely into the hot warmth of the blonde’s mouth
“Please faster… Oh shit, p-please oh-o-oh yes! Ohmygod!”
Blondie sucking her length as her head bobbed, dick hitting the back of the blonde’s throat over and over again as she grips Blondie’s curls gently guiding her, setting a steady pace. The blonde withdrawing her mouth licking down her glorious length to her base, tongue swiping over her balls much to her whining complaints as Blondie deliberately added her hand, thumbing the underside with purpose.
Lexa curled her fingers pushing the stranger over the edge as she her fingers hit the woman’s front walls perfectly. Her own breaths quickened, exhaled heavier and heavier, rugged and near spent.
“I-I-I’m…go-gonna cum!” the blonde screamed in a cry of release.
Lexa really wanted to hear those words spill from Blondie’s lips. Hell, she wanted to empty herself into Blondie’s soft, sultry mouth, every drop greedily milked and swallowed. She wanted to feel the blonde humming as she tried to swallow as much as Lexa’s hard length as she could. Blondie sucking on the reverse milking Lexa until every last drop of cum spurted from her pinkish-red head.
“Fuccccccckkkkkk.”Lexa released into her briefs, the large amount of cum uncovering her moistened dick print clearly.
Lexa analyzed the woman before her. Blondie still hadn’t been forgotten. Lexa smirked, sinking four fingers back into the drenched folds as she reattached her mouth to the sensitive bud. Did she stop there? Oh no… she immediately resumed with a hundred times the tenacity.
Lexa made her guest come ten times…
With her mouth.
♨♨♨
Lexa emerged from the bathroom after excusing herself from the bed. Her one-night stand had awakened bare body hidden beneath the white blanket, blue eyes pleading, imploring her to return to the shared warmth of the king sized futon. The blonde stranger lips form a pout as if that were the ultimate power of control, her hand lifting her tousled sex hair out of her face.
“Come back to bed.” The blonde stranger trickily tugged the covers slightly lower revealing her cleavage.
Lexa frustratingly sighed leaning against the white wall. She instantly regretted her spontaneous decision in a desperate bid to forget Blondie. The stranger’s goods were on the small-medium side. Her blonde locks were tangled and frail. Her butt wasn’t defined and cheeky. Her legs weren’t even that long. The stranger had a longer torso. The stranger wasn’t Blondie. Not by a long shot.
The blonde in her bed suggestively grinned at Lexa further sexily tugging the covers lower: her stomach, her hips, her wet core. She wiggled her thighs to bait the brunette. “Cooommeeeee.”
"You’re not Blondie," Lexa silently muttered. The stranger would undoubtedly flee the room if she weren’t wearing baggy sweats. She without a doubt didn’t notice Lexa’s special circumstances last night. Too caught up on the high from Lexa’s gifted mouth, though she’s especially gifted elsewhere if you know where she means. Her wild night of satiating pleasure didn’t hold the strength to banish the blonde from her mind. It did the opposite. Ruthlessly fucking a stranger, a blue eyed blonde appearing strikingly similar to a certain blonde, should’ve heavily hinted there was no running from her newfound attraction towards blondie. More so visualizing Blondie crying out barely coherent dirty strings of phrases as Lexa greedily lapped up the mile high orgasm, a damn excellent expert in that department, should’ve raised a ginormous red flag.
“There’s breakfast in the kitchen. I am late to work [an excuse to flee]. Feel free to use the showers. Towels are in the side closet located in the bathroom. I have procured clothes for you, your size, to change into before you leave. Goodbye”
Anya’s advice. Total crap.
But perhaps her dear sister knew the outcome all along.
♨♨♨
Lexa stood in the normal stretched line at Dropship Brews tunneling through her black slacks for her Hershel bifold wallet. Today marked day seven of (god she’s an anal dork)— today marked day seven of morning coffees—her current accustomed morning tradition. That, in addition to experience points added to her title “Next-Level Stalker” (she preferred Master of Coincidental Meetings). Either way, she beat Blondie to her table absent of exchanged “hello’s” or “how are you’s”, or the blonde’s steel cool gaze bore into her, or the tactics of shunning via sheer book attentiveness warmly welcomed her, or the bogus sham of a phantasmagorical daze dismissed her presence.
In spite of the blonde’s fruitless elusive efforts, Lexa oddly still purchased the extra Nightblood as a child clinging to the futile hope blondie would accept her gift. She was a mere mortal groveling at the feet of a divine godly princess desperate for acknowledgement, a salutation of any sort. The damn karma gods. Answer her prayers! She couldn’t comprehend what it was about Blondie, why her attention elected to glue itself to the blonde. It was a perplexing mystery eternally nagging at Lexa, one of few mysteries residing in the vacancies of her inner motel.
Asshat: Earth to Commander Nerd. Herbs is a great caterer for the gala shit.
Lexa: That sounds great.
Asshat: A paralleled mix of casual and upscale touching our homey hearts. I ok-ed the current proposed car models to auction, so there are five right now. What’s the max count?
Lexa: Twelve.
Asshat: Done Commander Bossy.
Lexa: Fuck off..
Asshat: Really Lex, really? Are those your first words to your bestie?
Lexa: Goodbye Anya.
Lexa glanced up from her phone, impatient per usual. The line shortened by five people. Her phone vibrated again.
Asshat: Don’t forget my Rocket Fuel. That shit’s my lifeline to functioning.
Lexa wondered how Anya became her best friend after a first encounter of being called an uptight bitch.
Asshat: Make that a tall.
Asshat: FYI before I forget…
Asshat: You’re whipped.
“Woods. It’s my utmost pleasure to service you today.” The voice snickered at the innuendo. “So two Nightbloods. Can I add anything else to your order?” The voice waited for Lexa to look up. Dumbass. She should’ve registered the acquainted voice from the get go, but Lexa was in all probability, one hundred percent certainty, ensnared in enigmatic rumination digestible only to her alone (plausibly… very likely connected to Clarke seemingly how she bought for two Nightbloods daily for a specific blonde’s prompt morning arrival). Anya’s claims were legitimate: Lexa regularly yakked on and on forever about Clarke. When she wasn’t, she dream fucked the blonde, sailed adrift in her lengthy internal storm of plans to win Clarke, or heated frustrated rants: Blondie won’t accept my apology offering this, blondie won’t civilly talk to me that, blondie refuses to tell me anything.
Anya and Raven both agreed Lexa clearly harboured freshly sprouted romantic feelings for the blonde because um, who else could successfully capture the wandering eyes of world famous CEO playgirl billionaire? Clarke Fucking Griffin.
Raven and Anya had to only execute Operation Pry the Rock Hard Cocoon Apart… in other words: Help the poor-cocky-nerdy-cinnamon-roll (Lexa) get the idiotic-stubborn-ass-who-believes-self-imposed-isolation-from-civilization-is-the-key-to-survival (Clarke) to strike a friendship (ultimately a relationship because Clexa is beyond cuddly-adorable that it’s disgustingly gross) with her. Guys, face it. Achieving objective is going to be a gargantuan fucking backbreaker, but Team Ranya is finest of its kind.
“A tall Rocket Fuel.” Lexa’s voice answered flippant and offhandedly. She was on cloud nine—Clarke nine.
Here’s what Lexa indisputably knew:
- Blondie’s eyes were mystical, mysterious, yet they conveyed each underlying expressed emotion. They resembled her heart pinned onto her sleeve, but instead in her eyes. I know your type. She stashed her broken, pieced apart, distant, melancholy hidden deep in her conscience, or behind her spectacular eyes presenting herself as surely normal. I’ll just get hurt.
- Blondie wasn’t a random one night stand. She was so much more (Lexa had established this time and time again). She simply wanted to be around blondie, drop work, her life, sweep the blonde off the ground whisking her to the nearest beach for a picnic, her personal library brimming with books—the best weapons in the world (quoting Doctor Who).
- She wouldn’t dare to mistreat blondie, who made her absolutely content to park herself on a bench watching her read, breathe, just existing. The woman made Lexa suddenly float atop the feathery, expansive clouds, weightless and blissful.
- She wished she could wrap blondie in the security of her arms and whisper infinite assurances, comforts. Innate instincts to build up barriers after being spurned by a lover. She wanted to fight the cruel soul who mishandled blondie’s heart, chuck it in torn tatters. Blondie’s still hurting. She’s protecting herself. She wanted to be the blonde’s knight in shining armour.
- She still had no clue what was happening to her.
“It’s on the house,” said the voice, its owner sinisterly smirking. Lexa, whose mind traveled far in the universe of pondering, had yet to concern herself with pinpointing the very familiar friendly voice. Scatterbrained, she rudely waved $16.00 in the cashier’s direction, the words deaf to her ears.
The answer was transparent, written directly on the wall. Sheathe her warpaint and act normal. Be nerdy Lexa, be geeky Lexa, be Anya’s Lexa to show blondie she wouldn’t dare to lay a dirty finger, to reveal there was more to her than her projected exterior, that she was more than a womanizer fuckboy. SHE WAS THE BIGGEST NERD. Her paradoxical mysteries would be solved, her cases closed. She realized she had screwed up the past many encounters responding voice drenched in snark and flirtatious smoothness. She realized her ego was collecting too high of a tally turning the tables against her not in her favor.
If Lexa truly desired the blonde to bare herself fully to her, she needed to change. She needed to transform into Lexa, not CEO Lexa, not cocky overconfident Lexa, just Lexa, the girl before riches and star studded fame.
Halfway to whipped.
What was happening to her? Lexa Woods never the stupid coined term, whipped. It wasn’t possible. Then, that would prove void because recently a lot of things in the past week she thought never possible became very possible.
They happened.
“Really Woods? I can see why Griff’s so reluctant to let you in,” the voice mused. “Burned her via coffee, no apologies, persistently flirting, stalking…” The voice trailed off, anticipating Lexa’s surprise. “Must I always hold your hand steering you to the right path?”
Lexa’s ears shot up, eyes flying to study the figure before her, bulging from her sockets in total disbelief. She knew that voice. “Raven.” The brown-haired woman never worked out front.
“You know… If you want Griff to open up start by apologizing.” Raven signaled for an employee to take over cashier duties, and moved to the expresso station artfully working the machine. “You screwed up with her, you realize that right? If you showed genuine sincerity and regret, you wouldn’t be where you are now. All you needed to do was stop being CEO for once and be Lexa. Remember our past conversation?”
Lexa focused on the fluid, deft, lithe movements of Raven’s masterful hands working the machine in awe at her swift acute barista skills. What were blondie’s hands like? Were they smooth, gentle, delicate, caring, loving?
Focus Lexa, focus. You are not experiencing real feelings for blondie. It’s a mystery you must solve.
“She’s only recently returned to the land of the living after a bad breakup. I honestly shouldn’t be telling you this, but four months Lexa. Four months my best friend hasn’t been herself. The least you could do is apologize. The minimum,” Raven continued. “I also know your badass, cocky, arrogant, womanizer CEO persona is not YOU, that your feelings are not of accustomed norm, that you’ve wandered into new uncharted waters, but suck up your inflated ego and allow YOU to shine. Griff doesn’t want to get hurt again.”
Lexa wouldn't dare to cripple blondie, to inflict a wound deep to no recovery. Damn Anya and her big mouth. Damn her traitorous brain.
“Remember this Woods. My best friend is not a conquest, not another etched tally on your list. She has a heart hanging precariously at the cliff’s edge. I am aware of your big bad crush on her and I want to help you.” Raven softly smiled. “I’ve already said too much. If she asks about me, say you overheard me talking to Anya.” She winks at the brunette. “Griff is arriving in ten minutes. If you want her to open up follow my advice. Don’t screw this up.”
Raven promised, swore in blood she wouldn’t meddle, to stay out of whatever invisible silent battle Clarke waged against Lexa, but Clarke was behaving like a stubborn ass head lodged in her butt for four months unwilling to move forward and live her life once more. Operation Pry the Rock Hard Cocoon Open. “She sees only your exterior. Consider this me extorting this situation for future favours.”
Lexa grabbed her order from the counter. Her feeling was minor and only a crush, a teenage hormonal girl crush. “I-what… no. Actions speak louder than words.”
“Halfway to whipped indeed.” Raven rolled her eyes at Lexa’s futile denial. Anya was right. She’s never seen CEO Lexa Woods flustered, engaging in an arduous pursuit of Clarke, let alone activating seeking somewhat a relationship (she’s truly in denial of her romanic beginnings). She’s never seen the brunette” wrung dry” for more than two days give or take. “Take my advice. Your steadfast belief, “actions speak louder than words”, is failing you miserably.”
Lexa almost reached blonde’s corner when she heard,“Oh and Woods? Remember what I said to you before? If you ruin her… I will personally hunt you down and murder you.”
Her cheeks flushed a light shade of rosy pink feeling like a shy child mustering the courage to approach the ice cream man for a free treat.