A Kiss…Out of Necessity
Lexa begrudgingly goes to the club with Clarke after work, not because she has any desire to dance or drink, but because Clarke is her best friend and she’d do pretty much anything to keep a smile on her face.
The club is loud and decorated in industrial chic, and Lexa wishes that Clarke’s idea of a good time was more along the lines of audiobooks and cuddling under blankets.
Clarke drags her to the dance floor, and while not instantaneous, Lexa eventually gives in and moves with the music…moves with Clarke. Lexa allows her mind to go blank, just going off of instinct and following her friend’s lead. It feels good to be this close to Clarke, almost too good, and she’s in no hurry to get back to reality.
Clarke turns in Lexa’s arms, and the sway in her hips falters for just a second. There’s a look of concern in baby blue eyes, so Lexa leans in close to speak in her ear. “What’s wrong?” Clarke reciprocates the action, “That guy over there. The one in the black polo. He keeps staring at us.”
Lexa discreetly looks in the direction of Mr. Polo Shirt, and finds his eyes trained into Clarke’s cleavage. Her initial thought is that she can’t really blame him. But he’s making her best friend uncomfortable, and by default, that makes Lexa uncomfortable as well.
“I think he’s more into you than me, Clarke.” The look of disgust that washes over Clarke’s face makes Lexa laugh out loud. “Ew. Just no.”
As if taking Clarke’s reaction as his cue, the Ralph Lauren wannabe begins to saunter over in their general direction. Lexa squeezes Clarke’s forearm, “Incoming!” Clarke’s eyes go big as saucers, and she clings onto Lexa.
“Hey, let’s just leave the dance floor,” Lexa suggests. The man has almost closed the entire distance between them. The alarmed look on Clarke’s face dissolves and is replaced by a smug smile, “I have a better idea!”
Clarke pulls Lexa by the collar and presses their lips together. The unexpected softness of those pretty pink lips on hers, makes Lexa go weak in the knees. Her eyes flutter close in response to the kiss, but not before catching a glimpse of Clarke’s would be suitor backtracking across the dance floor.
Their lips linger together for several moments and Lexa can’t help but notice how sweet Clarke tastes. It’s then she realizes that at some point their tongues had joined the party, and she startles just enough that Clarke pulls back.
“I’m sorry, I, uh, I wasn’t expecting that,” Lexa feels the heat of guilt creep up her neck and face while she apologizes for…kissing Clarke back. However, she finds Clarke’s blue eyes dark with lust and her lips parted and kiss bruised.
The music is almost completely drowned out by the sound of her heart beat rhythmically thumping in her ears. Lexa almost leans in to kiss her again, but Clarke beats her to the punch.
Several songs later, when they finally come up for air, Clarke leans her forehead against Lexa’s as their bodies sway gently to the music. “Do you wanna get out of here, Lex?” The brunette nods against Clarke’s forehead, “Where do you wanna go?” Their lips come together again, and Lexa can feel Clarke smile into their kiss. “Anywhere with a bed is fine with me.”