AN: This is Unbeta'd and inspired from this AU i found on tumblr-
"You are the super cute barkeeper in the club I always party at with my girls and you always wink at me and make my knees go weak but I don't know if it's just me or if you wink at everybody AU"
Drinks held in a white knuckled grip Lexa makes her way through the club. She practically slams the glasses down, before sliding one of the drinks across the small round table. Brown eyes scrutinize Lexa's face, lips pulling a sip from her straw. "The cute one working again?" Anya asks smirk teasing on her lips.
"She winked at me again," Lexa answers, blush still heating her cheeks.
"Did she now?"
"Yes."
"You should talk to her."
"No. She's probably just being nice."
"Lexa," Anya's voice is almost condescending paired with the roll of her eyes.
"She's really friendly," taking a large gulp from her drink Lexa scans the packed dance floor. The bass of the music felt throughout her veins. "I swear you're hopeless sometimes." Eyes having locked onto a target, her drink is forgotten as Anya walks away with a swing of her hips. Nursing her drink Lexa chances a glance back at the cute bartender. The girl grinning as she pushes the person she was talking to away from the bar with a laugh.
o-o-o-o
Lexa wasn't nervous. Lexa was a mature adult. One who could handle speaking to cute bartenders and order drinks without incident. The wobble of her knees had nothing to do with the girl behind the bar who's smiling face made Lexa feel things she swore she'd never feel again. Without pretense the blonde says, "I love that top. Your boobs look great. Where'd you get it?"
"Oh, um, I…" Yup. She was an adult with a master of the English language. "I don't remember anymore," Lexa finally spits out. Hopefully her blush was hidden by the darkness of the club. Fists on the counter she watches the blonde mix different liquors into the cup. "All well. It looks great on you. Almost as good as that skirt." And there was that smirk and wink combination that sent a rush of heat throughout Lexa's body. "Thanks," she mumbles. Looking away from blue eyes she slides her card onto the wooden surface. Chilled fingers are on top of her own, pushing her hand back gently. Eyes snapping to the blonde's, Lexa begins to question but is cut off by the words, "On the house." Biting her lip she almost objects. But the smile on the girl's pink lips changes her mind. Nodding Lexa only allows herself a couple more seconds to soak up the feeling of her hands on her own before grabbing her drink and escaping through the crowd of grinding bodies. This time when she returns to the table Indra and her small shadow of a football teammate, Octavia, are standing there. Handing the drink to Indra she gives Octavia a nod before asking, "Anya still out there?"
"Yup. The dude she's dancing with is in no way prepared for her," Octavia snorts. Lexa debates going out to find Anya but gets distracted when Octavia exclaims, "Sweet. Clarke's working tonight. Looks like shots are on me," then runs off to the bar. Green eyes follow her.
"Careful Lexa. You keep staring like that, the girl is going to think you return her feelings." Indra drops her cup into Lexa's hands before walking off. Despite Indra's warning Lexa continues to stare at Clarke. Watching as her familiarity with Octavia plays out before her eyes. When Octavia finally comes shuffling back, five shots held precariously between her fingers, Lexa's eyes catch Clarke's quickly. The blonde giving her a wave. "I didn't know you knew Clarke," Octavia says setting the glasses down. Taking her shot she pushes two to Lexa. "I don't."
"Well Clarke gave me this second shot for you. Said to tell you she thinks you need to loosen up." Lips thinning Lexa looks up at Clarke who is still watching her. Knocking the shot back she holds eye contact. Pointedly pushing the second back to Octavia she says, "Tell her I'm fine."
"Damn. Okay," she takes the shot, "Clarke's gotta step her game up I see."
"Excuse me?"
"Clarke's flirting is always painful to watch. I keep telling her she can't keep banking on free drinks being the key to getting the girl," Finger tracing the rim of the now empty glass Octavia turns to look at Clarke. No longer looking at them the bartender was busy making a drink. Lexa keeps her face neutral. But on the inside the fluttering of her stomach has increased. The cute bartender had been flirting with her. Anya was going to be insufferable. Nails nipping at her palms Lexa can't help but search for blue eyes across the room again. "Unless…it worked. Do you like her?" Octavia's bright green eyes searched Lexa's.
"Of course not."
"I can totally give you her number," the excitement in Octavia's eyes was equivalent to that of a puppy's tail wagging. Rather than respond Lexa turns away from Octavia. Deciding now was as good a time as any to look for Anya.
o-o-o-o
As the shout for Last Call is proclaimed through the speakers, an overheated and sweaty Lexa pulls away from Anya. Whose, "Go get Blondie," is her only acknowledgement that she lost her dancing partner. Rolling her eyes Lexa continues walking towards the bar. She pushes through other sticky bodies. Second-guessing her need for a cup of water once she reaches the over crowded bar. She has to elbow her way to the counter. Not caring who she annoys. "You didn't take my shot."
"I didn't order it."
"True. What would you like then?"
"Water please."
"That it?"
"Yes."
"Alright," Clarke watches Lexa through the corner of her eyes as she takes her time filling the cup. As she hands it to Lexa she asks, "So. If I were to ask for your number you would say…?"
"I'm not interested," Lexa hopes her face looks uninterested.
"I don't believe you."
"What?"
"You've been staring at me all night," Clarke says leaning her chin on her hand. The smug grin on her face making Lexa clench her jaw. "Maybe it's because you've been staring at me all night."
"Can't deny that."
"So why would I want to give my number to some stranger that stares at me all night."
"Cause I'm cute," Clarke grins. Unable to deny that fact, instead of answering Lexa takes a prolonged sip of her water. Clarke's grin only becomes brighter. She opens her mouth, no doubt about to say something witty when a guy comes up beside Lexa shouting, "Nother beer please!" He would have bumped into Lexa however she quickly used him as an excuse to leave. Not noticing Clarke's pout. Walking back over to her friends she knows she's in trouble. Anya is looking at her with a harsh stare and crossed arms. Taking one last sip she hands the half full cup of water to Anya. Giving a nod in thanks Anya drinks the rest in one gulp before saying, "You're pathetic."
"Am not," Lexa crosses her arms.
"The girl made a move didn't she."
"So what if she di—Ow! " Anya smacks the back of Lexa's head before her response is even fully out of her mouth.
"Have I taught you nothing?" Anya crosses her arms again, this time with a shake of her head.
"I'm not looking for anything right now," Lexa shrugs moving to lean on the table. She pulls out her phone looking at the time. Just ten more minutes and she can be in her bed.
"And you don't have to be. But you need to get laid, badly, and something tells me that girl has no problems doing it."
"No I don't," Lexa almost squeaks face reddening.
"You do. Hey, you girl," Anya snaps her fingers at Octavia.
"You can use my name," Octavia glares.
"Yes I could. You know the bartender right?"
"Clarke? Yeah. Why?"
"She good in bed?"
"What? Ew. I don't know. Maybe. She's like my sister," Octavia replies trying not to gag.
"I'm not sleeping with her Anya," hand covering her eyes Lexa would rather not have this conversation.
"Oh, is that why you're asking? Ignore what I said, Clarke's amazing." Rolling her eyes Lexa looks away from Octavia's shit eating grin. "If you want her number I'm serious I'll give it to you."
"No thank you."
"She'll take it."
"Anya." The lights in the club turn back on. Music fading out. The mass of bodies quickly start piling towards the exits. Arm wrapping around Lexa Anya drags her away. "Stop thinking so much and just do something because you want to." With that Anya shoves Lexa through the "Employees Only" door. Stumbling through the door Lexa would have fallen to the ground if it wasn't for the hands that grabbed her arms. "You aren't allowed back here," a masculine voice says. Quickly righting herself Lexa apologizes, cursing Anya. "Miller wait. She's with me," comes a familiar voice. Clarke comes walking around the corner grin on her face. Straightening the beanie on his head he gives both girls a suspicious look before rolling his eyes. As he walks away he says, "Don't get caught this time Griffin."
"Aye aye," she salutes. Laughing she jogs over to Lexa who had turned around to leave. Walking in front of Lexa, blocking the door, Clarke says, "Fancy seeing you here? Did you change your mind?"
"No." Lexa now curses the butterflies in her stomach. Clarke must have applied some lipstick or lip-gloss or something. Lexa's eyes couldn't help but glance down, watching Clarke's lips as she talked. When Clarke licks them a second later Lexa's stomach drops. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Lexa swallows.
"Okay. Well at least let me show you the back way out. Trust me you don't want to try leaving that way." Clarke places her hand on Lexa's shoulder for a second to nudge her around. The tingles of electricity in Lexa's arm from her touch didn't mean anything. "So I haven't actually gotten your name you know," Clarke says.
"Octavia hasn't told you about me yet?"
"She might have. But that doesn't change the fact I haven't heard it from you."
"Lexa."
"Nice to meet you Lexa, I'm Clarke," stopping she holds out her hand with a smile. Lexa stares at Clarke's hand then looks up at her face, "Hi Clarke." Clarke waves her hand pointedly. Rolling her eyes Lexa tries not to smile as she mutters, "Fine," taking Clarke's hand into her own, giving it a small shake. "Now that we've introduced ourselves…can I have your number?"
"Really," Lexa deadpans.
"We're not strangers anymore," she grins before turning, "Hold on, I have to get my jacket." The blonde disappears into a room. Leaving Lexa to stand and contemplate why she isn't just saying yes. Giving the girl her phone number isn't really that big of a deal. And Anya will probably badger her about it until she finally relents anyways. Not to mention Octavia. (Why does Indra let the girl come out with them anyways?) Clarke comes walking out of the room, jacket slung over her shoulder. Anya's words repeat themselves in Lexa's brain. "Okay," Lexa says as Clarke turns out the lights. Face scrunched Clarke asks, "Okay what?"
"You can have my number."
"Seriously," Clarke asks surprised.
Nodding Lexa says, "Give me your phone," she pulls hers out, nearly dropping it when Clarke reaches into her bra to get hers. The flash of cleavage enough to stop brain functioning. Clarke pulling Lexa's phone from her hands with a grin is what brings Lexa back to the world. Clearing her throat she takes the phone that was waiting in front of her. Putting her name and number into it. When she looks up she meets dark blue eyes. "That shirt really is amazing on you," Clarke says, hand trailing down Lexa's arm before taking her phone from Lexa by threading their fingers together. Swallowing Lexa looks away. Detangling their hands as she backs away from Clarke. The blonde's grin eliciting butterflies. After a few deep breaths she looks back at Clarke. Whose eyes were heating Lexa's skin with just a look. Green eyes flicker towards tempting lips as Lexa takes another step back. "Thanks," she says, not really remembering why she was thanking the girl. This time Clarke advances. "So, Lexa," Clarke takes Lexa's hands into hers again. Playing with Lexa's fingers as she says, "Want to go out sometime?" Lexa stuttered a bit. Unable to come up with a coherent answer while trying to convince herself she didn't love the feeling of Clarke's hands in hers. The press of the solid wall behind her back did nothing to steady her voice. "I only just got your number. Don't you think we should text a bit before going out?" Face turned away from Clarke's, she could feel the girl's breath on her cheek. Clarke presses closer but keeps enough space between them so that their hands are the only place they're touching. But heat was radiating off of Clarke's skin and warming Lexa's body. It was calling Lexa to lean forward. To bring them closer. "I'm not asking you out right now. Just sometime in the future."
"Um," their noses brush as Lexa looks Clarke in the eyes. The pit of her stomach does a flip. Lexa's brain tries vehemently to remind her that giving into her feelings was weakness. She should walk away. She needs to. "I'm not looking for anything serious," Lexa whispers. Removing her hands from Clarke's she let's them rest on Clarke's hips. The tension between pulling Clarke closer or pushing her away causing her arms to tremble. Seeing the smirk on Clarke's mouth, Lexa nervously licks her bottom lip. Arms slip smoothly around Lexa's neck as Clarke husks, "Who said I was?"
Breathing out her nose Lexa decides "Fuck it" pushing her lips onto Clarke's. Fingers digging into the girl's waist. Pulling her forward. Clarke smiles into the kiss. Knocking their teeth together. Clarke pushes Lexa into the wall to kiss her harder. Fingers run through and pull at Lexa's loose hair.
Long fingers slide up a waist to a rib cage. Clarke breaks their kiss with a breathy sigh. Feeling Clarke's ribcage expand and contract with her breaths Lexa takes Clarke's bottom lip, sucking on it and biting it swollen. At some point in time she must have closed her eyes because when she opens them again she's looking into Clarke's lust darkened irises. Mouth opened the words Lexa was going to say are lost. Having morphed into a groan. Lexa tilts her head, giving Clarke more access to her neck where she was trailing her tongue and opened mouth kisses. When teeth bite onto her throbbing pulse Lexa gasps. Nails biting back into Clarke's skin.
Lexa feels the smirk of lips as they kiss their way to her collarbone. Not one to be outdone Lexa brings her fingers up to what feels like a very nice bra. Flicking it undone with ease she brings one hand back around to push passed a cup. Palming the breast underneath Lexa lets her thumb brush around and then press into a hardened nipple. "Oh God," Clarke breathes. Grabbing Lexa by the shirt Clarke backed them into the dark room. Jacket and phones falling to the floor.
Quickly Clarke pushes the brunette back up against a wall and kisses her sloppily. It was Lexa's turn to smirk into their kiss. A smirk which was quickly removed as a jean clad leg inserted itself between her thighs. A hand making sure to drag her skirt up so that the leg was pressing into her. Only blocked from her skin by a pair thin cotton panties. Breath quickening she was no longer sure where she wanted her hands. Let them continue to tease soft breasts or push that leg deliciously closer to where she needed it. Her question is answered for her when Clarke pulls their hips closer together. Starting a torturously slow rhythm.
Breaking the kiss to let out a sharp breath Lexa starts pulling up Clarke's shirt. Clarke raises her arms. When she's free of the garment she throws her unclasped bra off to the side. Before Lexa can even appreciate Clarke's upper body, her lips are captured. Bare breasts are pressing into her clothed ones. "Clarke, my shirt." Kissing Lexa's jaw Clarke wastes no time pulling the shirt up. She barely separates their bodies. Continuing to rob Lexa of what it sure to be a beautiful sight. Lips wrap around her collarbone sucking until marks are left. Fingers brush up Lexa's shuddering stomach. They change course, gripping onto Lexa's hips as lips trail on top of a still bra covered chest. Lexa's right hand fists in Clarke's soft hair. Other hand trying to grip onto the wall. Nudging the bra aside with her nose Clarke continues to kiss around where she can reach. To Lexa's displeasure Clarke's mouth is just shy of her areola. Which is quickly driving Lexa insane. Lexa's head knocks back into the wall not too softly before she growls, "Clarke. Take. It. Off."
"My pleasure," blue eyes glitter. Once the torture device was discarded instead of returning to what she was doing Clarke brings their bare chests together. Both girls moan. Letting their foreheads rest together for a moment Lexa closes her eyes, kissing Clarke softly. Nipples pressing into hers break the spell. Flipping them around Lexa's mouth eagerly meshes with Clarke's. One hand toying with a rosy nipple while the other rests on the button of Clarke's jeans.
When Lexa pauses for too long Clarke starts to undo her pants. Three hands then working together to get them off of wobbly legs. When shoes are kicked off and pants are on the ground Clarke doesn't let Lexa pause again, instead she guides Lexa's hand beneath the band of her supergirl underwear. Lexa wants to comment on them but the brush of fingers through wet curls, and the intake of breath it causes from Clarke is enough of a distraction. Biting her lip Lexa runs a finger through wet folds. This time causing Clarke's whole body to shudder. Middle finger repeating the action Clarke's grip on her back becomes bruising.
"Mmgod," Clarke breathes. Her lips brush the corner of Lexa's. Pulling back slightly Lexa's watches Clarke's face as she gently pinches the girl's clit. Clarke's head falls back, mouth opened in a silent moan. Green eyes taking everything about the beautiful girl in. Lexa was quickly diving way over her head. But it was too late to stop now. Cheeks almost as flushed as Clarke's Lexa kisses down Clarke's neck. Fingers swirling around Clarke's opening. Becoming nice and wet. As she eases one finger inside, Clarke is grabbing a fist full of hair and knocking their teeth together in a painful kiss. The pain of the kiss is nothing compared to the feeling of Clarke around her finger. Lexa feels her own underwear dampen. Pushing her finger in to the first and then second knuckle Lexa is gasping with Clarke when she slides it back out, before pushing it back in again. Their kissing becomes sloppy. More tongue than lips as Lexa focuses on building a rhythm. Similarly Clarke can't focus on much more than the finger moving inside her. When a second finger joins the first Clarke is certain she's going to collapse. The chest pinning hers to the wall might be the only reason she was still standing.
After a couple well placed strokes Clarke is biting Lexa's lips. And if the indignant squeak means anything Clarke is certain she almost broke through skin. She licks the abused lip hoping to soothe it some. But as her body begins to tremble she's less concerned about Lexa's lip and more concerned with Lexa's body. Shaky fingers pull Lexa's skirt up, after few attempts, bringing the band from the girl's waist to her stomach. Clarke presses her fingers on the outside of Lexa's underwear, feeling the pulses of her clit. Lexa's moan is one of encouragement. Clarke's fingers soon meeting the bundle of nerves, flesh to flesh. Lexa's hips buck. Lexa's movement inside Clarke is altered. Her palm brushing Clarke's own clit. Clarke almost comes right there. Biting into Lexa's shoulder this time Clarke groans deeply. Pinching and rubbing the clitoris between her fingers Clarke wants Lexa as worked up as she is. And it doesn't take long. Both girls covered in sweat and panting it was Lexa who brought their hips together. Their hands pushed together. Both of Lexa's fingers sliding to the second knuckle and Clarke's fingers graze Lexa's entrance as her thumb circles firmly on Lexa's clit. Gripping onto the other like they were each other's life lines their bodies shudder in unison. Lexa feeling the fluttering of muscles around her fingers, bringing her to a second orgasm.
o-o-o-o
Green eyes open, meeting bright baby blues. Clarke was grinning ear to ear. Nearly naked body on top of Lexa's. "When did we get on the floor?" Lexa asks. She tries her hardest to keep the smile off of her lips. But the happy tingles still floating around her body brought it out anyways. "Mmm…somewhere between you pulling your fingers out from me and me biting your ear."
"You bit my ear?" Lexa reaches up hand covering her left ear before she can even question if that was the correct one.
"Yeeeah…sorry," leaning down Clarke kisses Lexa on the lips again. Still grinning she adds, "We should probably get dressed now. My boss is probably locking up and as fun as being locked in here with you would be. I rather not get caught by him again."
"Again?"
Clarke shrugs. Sitting up Lexa takes a moment to appreciate the body that was on top of her. Even in the dark of the room Lexa knows Clarke is beautiful. Not dwelling on the thought she begins reaching around for her clothes. Fortunate that only her upper half was naked. She tosses Clarke's pants back at the girl before finding her bra. The air between them was surprisingly not awkward. Clarke handing Lexa her shirt before slipping her own over her head. "So. Would it be presumptuous of me to ask if we can do this again sometime? Maybe after a date?"
"Uuuh," Lexa looks at Clarke with wide eyes.
"Think about it," Clarke says grabbing Lexa's hand. Leading her out of the room. Grabbing her forgotten jacket Clarke leads the open mouthed girl to the exit of the club.
Holding the door open for Lexa Clarke says, "And here we are." Fresh air hitting Lexa in the face she finally musters up the answer, "You know you've got my number now so I guess we'll see what happens next."
"That we will," Clarke winks handing Lexa her phone. Taking it Lexa wonders if she'll ever stop blushing from that wink. Waving goodbye Lexa rushes out of the back alley. Only now realizing that Anya was her ride home.
Unlocking her phone she's only slightly surprised to see a new text from 'Clarke ;)' what is more concerning is the 6 texts from Anya and 1 from Indra. Opening Anya's she regrets it instantly when the last text says "YOU BETTER BE HAVING SEX" Shaking her head she decides Indra's message is the better option. "We'll be waiting for you by Jimmy Johns." Nodding to herself Lexa changes directions heading to Drunk Anya's favorite sandwich stop.
Waiting outside of the shop was Anya. She was twirling her keys around her fingers. Hearing footsteps she looks up. Looking at Lexa the grin on her face becomes feral. "That's my girl," she laughs punching Lexa in the shoulder.
"Shut up."
"Feel better now?"
"Quiet."
"I told you she'd do you. Was she good?"
"Anya."
"I dropped Indra and Octavia at their places already, you know. You took so long Indra became impatient. She was good wasn't she?"
"Anya, please. Do we have to talk about this," Lexa says opening the car door and sitting down. Covering her face she knows this will be a long car ride. "Uh, yes, " Anya grins starting the car, "I want to hear everything." Lexa can only groan.