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Sweaty hands wound their way into dark hair, a grounding to keep the blonde anchored while lips attacked her neck with fervour. She let a moan escape her as insistent hands weaved their way up her shirt and tugged her bra out of the way.

Rough.As always. There was no gentleness to be found between the two. They were not here so much for the other's enjoyment. Their own desire to be sated took precedence in their interactions.

"Shh,"Lexa whispered against Clarke's collarbone. Deft fingers extracting themselves and instead unzipping the regulation fleece the blonde donned. The Arkadia polo was to go next, leaving Lexa free to conquer the new flesh exposed.

"No one will hear us."

"You don't know that," she bit down lightly on Clarke's breast to mark her point.

Clarke's head lolled back, knocking loudly into the patrician wall of the bathroom stall. Theirbathroom stall.

Their sexbathroom stall.

Green eyes flashed up to meet blue, exasperated. Clarke grinned, she loved getting under Lexa's skin. Getting a reaction out of the girl spiked warm and hard low in her belly.

"You are incapable of being quiet," the statement was punctuated by the popof her pants being unbuttoned and swiftly unzipped. Lexa brushed against her sex as she pushed her panties down her legs and Clarke moaned exaggeratedly.

Quickly Lexa reached around and gripped the other girl's blonde locks, crashing their mouths together in passion and panic. To silence but also sate. As much as she hated Clarke being loud during their brief dalliances, she fucking loved it.It pulled at something inside of her, raw and primal, that she could make these sounds come from another person – overstated as she knew they were.

She wasn't sure if Clarke knew how much she enjoyed them, or if she did it just because she knew the fear of being caught made Lexa uneasy. She also wasn't sure which she hoped to be the true reason. She didn't want anyone to start catching feelings and the thought of Clarke exposing her pleasure to possible accidental voyeurs just for Lexa's satisfaction made a warmth spread through her chest. And it was too complicated to think about, so it was locked in the back of her mind as was the case with most of their interactions.

Clarke bit Lexa's lip. She was content enough with silently enjoying herself as she felt two fingers push into her and a thumb against her clit. She liked to press Lexa's reserved buttons but the likelihood of them being discovered really wasn't as remote as she liked to reassure the brunette. Still, she just couldn't help herself sometimes when it came to Lexa. The fear of being caught, she knew, gave her concentration and determination like nothing else and she was damn sure she wasn't going to last long today, especially when the bargain was laid out.

"I'm going to taste you," Lexa moved her left hand to Clarke's chin, demanding her eye contact, "but only if you think you could make an attempt to keep your incessant noise to yourself."

Well damn. "I can do that." She could definitelyfucking do that. Lexa's tongue was incredible. Her eyes rolled back as Lexa dropped to her knees and hooked a leg over her shoulder, eating her out like she was damn well bornto do it. She knew each and every way Clarke liked to be touched. She came quickly, a little bit quicker than she would have liked but they only had ten minutes left of their break so she didn't spare too much thought on it.

Lexa stood as soon as she felt Clarke relax against her, resisting the urge to kiss her thigh. Too tender. That's not what this was. This was two colleagues getting each other off in a bathroom, nothing more. She soon felt fingers pressed against her neck, guiding her back a little forcefully into the opposite wall, and soon had Clarke's mouth upon her own.

Clarke didn't bother with taking her fleece off, paying her any attention above the waist really, she didn't need to. Though the girl was probably the most attractive woman she had ever fucked, proof enough in abs sculpted by the good lord himself, there just wasn't time. And from past experience Clarke knew Lexa would be dripping as it was. She pulled her hair slightly to expose her neck and pepper it with kisses. It would be more than she needed to do, but Lexa loved it. She sank her teeth slightly into the skin of her neck when Lexa's breathing quickened and her hips pressed into the hand she slipped into her unzipped pants.

She was so wet.

Clarke fought the urge to moan herself at the girl bucking against her and sank two fingers into her. She heard a strangled groan brush past her ear and wished she'd taken Lexa's pants off to give her more room to manoeuvre but they were here now, running out of time, and she wasn't about to stop. It didn't seem as though Lexa minded much, if her past behaviour was anything to go by she was going to come fucking soon.

Surprisingly soon. It usually didn't take either of them very long to finish, essentially what made them the ideal work fuck-buddies, but Lexa generally liked to be paid a little bit more attention to. Today though she was hot and bothered before she'd even sauntered herself into the canteen and given Clarke the look that demanded her presence in their sex stall.

Lexa's fingers dug into the small of her back as she came against Clarke's hand and she breathed a light, "fuck."

Clarke giggled and extracted herself with a satisfied smirk that Lexa pointedly ignored, choosing instead to watch as the other girl got dressed.

"A picture will last longer, Lexa," she sassed.

Lexa rolled her eyes. "You're blocking the door. We're going to be late."

"We'll be fine," Clarke replied. Lexa took the rules too seriously anyway, everyone took the liberty of five or so minutes after their break ended. Not Lexa though, no.

Lexa waited, silently, anxiously. This was definitely worth it, for sure, but she hated being late.

"Hey," Clarke began, "I noticed you have Saturday off. Do you think you could possibly cover my shift? I kind of promised my friend I would go out that night and-"

"Sorry Clarke, I can't," Lexa interrupted, "I have a game that day and I promised the team I'd celebrate with them after." She moved to unlatch the door as Clarke zipped her fleece back up.

"Oh right, okay then. It's fine. Jasper owes me a favour anyway," she waved her hand airily between them and giggled again watching Lexa move to the sink to wash her hands. Shamelessly she waits until the other girl catches her eye and she pops a finger into her mouth before making her way out the door.

Lexa can't explain why she's aroused by the bold blonde's questionable hygiene.

"Hey how'd your exam go today?" Clarke called out to her roommate when she heard the door slam. She frowned into the mirror before her, pinning her hair atop her head. This wasn't going well. She was never particularly talented at styling her hair, preferring usually to just curl it exaggeratedly and let it bounce around her shoulders all night. Messy bun would have to do tonight.

Raven ambled her way into the other girl's room, raising her eye at the little black dress she wore and whistled low and long, "what's all this? No sweatpants, dry cereal or crying over Netflix?"

Clarke rolled her eyes. "That was one time," she mumbled. "How was your exam?"

"Nailed it. Answer the question. Why are you, Clarke-rather-be-naked-Griffin, wearing real clothes?"

"I have a daaaate," Clarke sang happily.

"Shut. Up." Raven bounded over to the girl, "that girl from work? Lexi?"

"Lexa. No. Why do you sound so surprised? I am a single attractive lady." She glared in accusation. Was it that far-fetched? When was the last time she'd been out on a date?

Ugh. Yikes. Finn. Ten months.

"Fair enough, fair enough," Raven raised her hands in front of her in defeat. "I'm just surprised you're moving things forward with Lexa, you've talking about break-time-babe for what? Like four months?"

"It's not Lexa," Clarke moved closer to the mirror to check the symmetry of her eyeliner.

"Sure, so where are you taking her?" Raven flopped down on Clarke's bed, displacing several dresses and many socks.

"It's not Lexa," Clarke repeated, exhasperated. "It's Niylah. I'm going to dinner with her."

Raven rolled her eyes. Niylah. Of course Niylah. "That's not all she's going to be eating tonight, obviously. Thirsty bitch. You know," she moved her head to connect to the blonde's eyes in the mirror, "I'm glad you're finally actually doing something romantically social with another human and not just casually banging the new girl at work but you can do better than Niylah."

"What's wrong with Niylah?" Clarke scoffed. "She's pretty."

"Come on Clarke, you don't actually like her. She's been following you around like a lost puppy since freshman year and you know it. You're bored. You just want easy."

"Exactly, I want easy, I'm happy with easy," Clarke shot back, a little shocked Raven had mentioned college to her. It was a subject strictly avoided between herself, Raven and Octavia since she'd dropped out. It wasn't that she wasn't capable, no, she knew she was smart enough to graduate the program, but what was the point? Follow her mother into a field she had no passion for? As if. Clarke Griffin was the master of her own life and she wouldn't be pressured or persuaded by anyone to spend hours inside sterile rooms, or shoulder the responsibility of lives and loves.

"It won't be worth having then, but whatever. Who am I to stand in the way of a girl and her fun. I'm just glad you've finally got your ass in gear." She heaved herself up from the bed and threw Clarke a peace over her shoulder. "Anyway, you're looking smoking, Griff. Enjoy fucking Niylah, she's a lucky lady."

"Great talk. We should do it again." Clarke mumbled, a little deflated at her friend's observance of her lack of motivation to move forward in the past year.

Raven darted her head back through the door frame. "Hey, don't forget about Saturday."

"Already taken care of, Rae."

Lexa wiped a hand over her sweaty forehead before the moisture could blur her vision and waited for Anya to catch up with her. The girl had been given two laps to run following the ending of hockey practice. Normally Lexa would have offered to run with her, always eager to get a head start on her weekly quota of miles; she needed to grab them where she could between studying, work and practice itself, but today it just wouldn't be appropriate.

This was not exercise, this was punishment. Of course it was. Queen Anya of Sassville just had to show the sharp edge of her tongue today. Coach Indra did not take kindly to it.

She watched as Anya's long legs carried her gracefully around the field and stopped just before her.

"A picture would last longer."

"What?" Lexa's eyes snapped up to meet her friend's, surprised.

"You're staring, Lex," Anya chuckled, or rather wheezed slightly from her run, "I mean I know I'm probably the most impressive specimen you've ever laid eyes on but-" Anya swiped the water bottle thrown at her out of thin air and openly laughed at Lexa. "God, I thought you were getting laid regularly these days."

"Whatever," Lexa bumped shoulders with Anya, who quickly threw an arm over her shoulder.

"Anyway I'm really glad you're going to celebrate with us when we completely trash Asgeda on Saturday, you never fucking come out anymore. I miss my drinking buddy," she pulled her friend closer.

Nerves tingled in Lexa's belly. "You don't know we're going to win, Anya." Asgeda were good. Better than good, they were excellent. Full of ferocity and a vicious thirst for victory. The only thing they lacked was tactic, too full of passion. Still, that doesn't mean they wouldn't have improved upon this weakness since they last met the Trikru University Warriors on the field. Lexa's team had only just managed to scrape a victory, and she feared it was mostly down to luck rather than skill.

"Shut up, yes I fucking do. You never miss. Anyway, are you ready for Lincoln's party? There's a shot contest with our names on it. I've tried teaching Tris our ways but she's just not up to scratch yet."

Lexa snickered, attempting to calm her worries. "You should cut her some slack Anya, she's trying to impress you."

"She vomited on me last time," she scowled.

Lexa barked out a laugh as they crossed the street, heading toward their shared off-campus apartment. "I have Saturday off work, so don't worry. The dream team will be back in action."

"Good, you work too much. Or bang too much I suppose, since that's all you seem to be doing since you got that job," Anya waggled her eyebrows suggestively in the younger girl's direction. "How is Clarkey, by the way?"

"Ugh, she's fine I suppose," Lexa huffed, vexed at being asked once again about the blonde. "You know the arrangement we have. I don't exactly keep up to date with her personal affairs." Even though, if she was honest, she sometimes wondered. The thought, 'what is Clarke doing right now?' seem to pervade her thoughts in the oddest of moments: studying, listening to music, drinking. She was often glad she didn't have the girl's number the morning after drinking, certain that her fear would be greater had she the opportunity to text her.

"When are we going to meet her, eh?" Anya pressed.

"Ehh, how about never Anya," Lexa pushed back. "It's not like that. We're casual. We don't even really speak that much. Besides I don't exactly want to be tied down right now, especially to someone who has no ambition. She's content to be in Arkadia forever. I'm not. We're not compatible." Lexa bit her lip, knowing that she didn't really know the blonde enough to make that statement. She didn't know the wealth of knowledge hidden beneath Clarke's seeming lack of desire to want more than making minimum wage and smiling at offensive customers all day every day. She didn't know that some people's happiness wasn't so clear cut as her own. She had always known she would be a lawyer, like her mother and father, there had never been any other option. She had always felt a driving passion to guide her. It was the best way to make a real difference in the world, in her opinion. And from this clarity she felt a weightlessness, a power within her that kept her on the right path toward her goal, even through the dark, difficult times.

"Okay Lex, if you're still kicking it in the state of denial that's fine," Anya droned. "All I know is that when you speak about her, your eyes light up like they used to do."

Lexa pursed her lips, happy enough to ignore that statement.

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-Katie