With a huff Clarke settled down on her new bed, in her new room, at her new school. Clarke hated moving. She hated the endless packing and unpacking, the struggle of lifting heavy items from one place to another. Honestly, Clarke could do without ever moving again. Fortunately her new living situation will be much more enjoyable than the war it was to get here. Clarke was to be moving into an on campus house with her two best friends Raven and Octavia. The small run-down home had four decently sized bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, complete with a moderately sized living area, and a quaint kitchen. The only problem was the spare bedroom.
The three girls had discussed using the spare room as an office space of some sort, but eventually the appeal of a lower rent was more favorable. Eventually, the trio stumbled upon one Lexa Heda. Lexa was an incoming transfer student. Raven had seen an ad placement on the Ark university facebook page, looking for roommates. Within a few weeks Lexa had officially become the fourth occupant.
Although Raven had been in contact with the mysterious roommate, Clarke nor Octavia had ever seen so much as a picture of Lexa. They knew her name and a general idea of her personality. She has athletic, yet sophisticated and intelligent, she was captain of the debate team, and the softball team, and was relatively reserved (at least according to Raven, who had been in contact with her via Facebook). Clarke had never really been interested in facebook stalking the new addition to the household. She figured she would just wait to get to know Lexa herself.
Clarke had finished unpacking (finally) and now lay exhausted on her bed. The other girls had yet to arrive, and Clarke was anxious to see her friends (and new acquaintance) once again. Before she knew it, her eyelids began to feel heavy, and Clarke began to drift off into sleep.
When she awoke, Clarke found herself staring back up into the most beautiful pair of blue green eyes she had ever seen. Damn was all Clarke could think before she realized the awkward situation she had awoke to. The girl stood back quickly and presumed a solid stance and a stoic expression. Who the hell is this Angel and why is she in my bedroom? Not that I'm complaining or anything, thought Clarke.
Clarke took a moment to take in the intruders appearance. She had golden skin, tanned from long hours in the sun. Her muscles were lean but sturdy and solid, defined in some areas. Long chestnut waves cascaded past her shoulders. Her expression remained unaffected by Clarke's lingering gaze. That is until Clarke's eyes landed on the woman's full pink lips, they moved quickly, without hesitation, and with confidence. It was then she realized the intruder was talking to her.
"What?" Clarke blurted out. Smooth Griffin. Smooth
"I said my name is Lexa and I'm your new roommate. Has anyone else claimed bedrooms, or am I free to chose?"
Clarke blushed at her obvious annoyance and stuttered out a meek "No"
"No, no one else has chosen yet? Or no, you can't just choose your own?"
Clarke's face grew redder by the minute, "no, no one else has arrived yet".
With that Lexa turned on her heel and left Clarke's room swiftly, softly closing the door behind her. Clarke groaned and pressed her palms to her eyes. Why? Why can't I just have a normal conversation with a pretty girl for once? Why?
Clarke's phone buzzed on her nightstand and she begrudgingly rolled over to access it.
"On my way! Flat tire halfway through :( B there soon" - Octavia
A few minutes later, Clarke received a message from Raven as well.
"sorry I'm so late, Wick forgot his favorite wrench and we had to go back :( I'm pulling in now." - Raven
Great, her friends were finally arriving and could help her diffuse the awkward silence between her new housemate and herself.
Of her friends, Octavia arrived first. Clarke politely helped the shorter girl with her belongings. Octavia's move in took sufficiently less time than Clarke's own, and the friends resigned to the small kitchen area. Octavia situated herself on the bleak counter top with a warm cup of coffee between her petite hands. Clarke on the other hand, leaned against the table, and warmed herself on a cup of hot cocoa her favorite.
"So any news from the others?" questioned Octavia.
"Well, Raven is supposed to be here soon." said Clarke.
"What about the new girl?" Octavia said eagerly, "have you seen her yet?"
Clarke looked suspiciously into the mischievous eyes of her housemate, "uhmmm, why?"
"Because Clarke! Last night I Facebook stalked her and she's freaking HOT!" Octavia was practically bouncing off her place on the counter. "And, her page says she's interested in women!" Now Clarke was sure there was space between Octavia's rear and the surface of the counter. The new information took a minute or two to thoroughly sink into Clarke's brain, but once it did, Clarke would have a hard time forgetting it. Obviously Clarke knew she was hot. She only awoke to find the most beautiful girl Clarke had ever seen, practically floating above her.
At that moment Lexa appeared from her room, wearing short running shorts and a tight black tank top. She hardly noticed the two girls in the room (she thankfully missed Octavia nearly fall off the counter and Clarke nearly drop her mug of cocoa all down Octavia's backside). She merely changed the song on her iPod and left the house without a word.
"Oooo, mysterious I like it!" squealed Octavia.
A few days had passed since the initial move in day, and the girls decided to throw a party before classes started. Raven's boyfriend Wick had just turned 21, and offered to supply the alcohol. Before she knew it, Raven an Octavia had a full blown kegger planned for the upcoming saturday. Clarke didn't have much interest in parties, and it didn't seem like Lexa did either.
Clarke found herself thinking about the reserved girl a lot lately. Her toned skin, blue green eyes, and long waves of hair. Clarke's room was right next to Lexa's, and she could often hear music playing low. Clarke found herself straining to catch a lyric, a melody, anything so that she might recognize the song and strike a conversation with the beautiful girl.
Octavia obsessed maybe a bit more then Clarke did. She wore lower cut tank tops, and began doing "home exercises" that apparently consisted of a lot of provocative stretches, or bending over whenever Lexa passed by. Lexa took no notice and barely regarded Octavia (or anyone's) presence.
Saturday night rolled around and sure enough, the party was insane. Clarke couldn't even hear herself think. Lexa had confined herself to her bedroom, and Clarke was tempted to join the brunette.
Clarke was determined to find a quiet place before the night was over. With a groan Clark attempted to escape the noise in her bedroom, only two find two students Clarke has never even seen before, half naked in her bed. Unfortunately for her, the two lovers couldn't hear Clarke's complaints over the thumping bass so she decided to evade the socialization elsewhere. Clarke glanced at Lexa's closed door. Her room was farther down the hall, farther from the obnoxious stereo. Eventually curiosity got the better of her, and Clarke made her way from the spot on the couch over to Lexa's door. Before she could get there she was stopped by Bellamy, Octavia's older brother.
"CLLaaaaaaarke!" he slurred, "BABE come on! Where is party Clarke!" Bellamy attempted several times to coerce Clarke into "joining the fun" but Clarke held fast, and tried to push past the inebriated boy. Bellamy was far too wasted to stand however, and decided the best course of action was to support himself on Clarke. Lexa had then ventured from her room to grab refreshments when she made eye contact with Clarke. The girl first looked angry, maybe even disappointed, but as soon as it had appeared the look faded and was replaced by Lexa's typical stormy glare.
Clarke took this as a chance to slip past Bellamy, causing him to nearly fall before he just barely caught himself. Clarke speed past the crowd of intoxicated dancers before she nearly ran straight into Lexa herself. Lexa looked annoyed.
"Can I sleep with you?" Clarke didn't realize how that sounded until the words in her head became audible. Lexa's eyebrows rose sharply as she stared incredulously at the blonde.
"Are you drunk?" questioned Lexa, Clarke blushed.
"No, I meant can I sleep in your room? My room is too noisy and there's currently straight people shacking up in my bed". Lexa looked at her oddly.
"You say straight people as if you are not one yourself" Lexa's lips formed the tiniest of smiles, and Clarke mentally cursed herself for dropping her gaze to meet them.
"I'm not," Clarke said, her voice wavering. More confidently this time, "I'm bisexual" Clarke stated.
Lexa's lips definitely turned upwards at this fact, Clarke decided not to think about it too much.
"Come on, you can stay with me."
Lexa's room looked how Clarke had imagined it would. Not that she had imagined it or anything, that would be weird. The walls were a neutral tone, her bedding a dark grey. A small, pristine desk sat in the corner. Lexa had settled a small black love-seat near the window. Clarke couldn't imagine how she had managed to move the couch in by herself. There weren't many pictures lining the walls or shelves. A few of what Clarke assumed was her family. But she didn't see many friends in Lexa's room.
"You can take my bed tonight, I'll sleep here" Lexa threw a small blanket and pillow on the adjacent couch and situated herself.
"No! Please I don't want to be an inconvenience, I'll take the couch." pleaded Clarke. Lexa simply looked at her. She gave no response, just moved herself further onto the couch.
It had been about and hour or so since they had decided to turn in for the night, but Clarke wasn't sleeping. The music had since died down and she had no idea what time it was. She couldn't take her eyes of the sleeping form across from here. Lexa had her back to her but Clarke could still make out the steady rise and fall of her chest. She traced the curves of Lexa's side with her eyes, and desperately wanted to do the same with her hands. Clarke had no idea when it hit her, but she was definitely hot for Lexa right now. Sure, the girl was unbelievably attractive. Strong muscles, tanned skin, radiant eyes, and thick full hair. Clarke wanted to thread her fingers through chestnut locks and pull. Pretty soon, Clarke was aching with need. Her breathing became heavy and hoarse. Lexa lay seemingly unaware of Clarke's desperation.
"Jesus are you okay?" Startle by the sudden noise, Clarke stiffens, her face turning red, Lexa was awake. Clarke couldn't speak. She hardly knew this girl. Yes she managed a few small conversations around the house. But Lexa was nearly a stranger to Clarke. And now that stranger had just caught her picturing sex with her.
Lexa rolled over to take in Clarke's appearance. Clarke was flustered and red, breathing heavily. Once again, one of Lexa's manicured eyebrows arched and Lexa stared at her quizzically. Clarke bit her lip to hide her shame.
For a moment they just sat there. Clarke looking terrified and breathless, Lexa stunned but not horrified. After a seemingly endless minute, Lexa rose from the small couch and approached Clarke. Out of reflex Clarke turned onto her back, arms beside her head, still staring into Lexa's eyes. For the first time since their meeting, Lexa looked unsure, maybe even nervous.
"Were you thinking about me?" She asked hesitantly. Clarke couldn't even dignify herself with a response. She just sat there speechless, and continued to hold Lexa's eye. Taking her lack of response as an affirmation, Lexa smirked. She straddled Clarke's waist and spread her fingers over Clarke's exposed stomach.
"You're cold" she stated. Funny, Clarke thought, everything feels on fire right now.
Lexa leaned down, and pressed her palms over Clarke's wrists, her face inches from Clarke's own.
"Luckily, I know how to warm you up"
Lexa's final smirk motivated Clarke to surge forwards and capture Lexa's lips in her own. Kissing her passionately, Clarke tugged at her lips and held them between hers, kissing and nipping anywhere she could get to. Clarke felt a slight moan resound in Lexa's throat and took it as a sign to move forward. She slipped her hands under the hem of Lexa's tank-top. brushing her fingertips over the warm, smooth skin she found there. Lexa shuttered.
"Okay but your hands actually are pretty cold" Clarke ignored the comment. She wanted Lexa, and she wanted her now. Clarke attempted to flip them, but as soon as Lexa hit the bed, she flipped again, pinning Clarke's arms above her head. She held her there, kissing her way down her neck, stopping at the valley of Clarke's breasts.
"Off". It was the only thing Clarke needed to hear. Within seconds Clarke was tearing off her top and soon Lexa was reaching around for the clasp of Clarke's bra. Lexa continued to hold down Clarke as she trailed her lips down Clarke's body. a trail of kisses lined down her breasts, past her stomach and to the very edge of her pajama pants. Lexa looked up at her and green eyes met lustful dark blue ones. Slowly, Lexa slid the elastic waistband down, again trailing light kisses up and down Clarke's legs. Clarke could hardly take it any more.
"Lexa, please" she whined, "Just fuck me".
Lexa heeded the desperate plea and quickly tore away Clarke's underwear. She swiped her tongue down inside of Clarke, tasting every inch of her. The blonde's hands clawed at fistfuls of brown hair as she let out a low moan. The sudden noise drove Lexa into extreme lust. The brunette roughly thrust two of her fingers into the blonde, curving them just slightly each time. Clarke threw back her head at the sudden rush. Clarke had good fucks, she even considered herself to be pretty decent at the exercise, but nothing compared to this. The sheer intensity of Lexa was enough to drive her over the edge. Clarke could feel her body heating up. Now Lexa had added another finger, pumping harder and faster than before. Her quick tongue made good work of Clarke's throbbing core. With each stroke of Lexa's experienced tongue and strong fingers, Clarke could literally feel her body edging nearer and nearer. Her muscles tensed. Her toes curled inwardly and Clark was now taking staggered breaths, struggling to breath in between pants and moans.
"Lex...Lexa.."Clarke moaned out, "I'm getting close". Lexa did not seem to need the forewarning. The stronger girl could sense it, she was well aware of the effect she was having on the blonde. However, Lexa did begin to pump faster and harder, curving her three fingers in and out of Clarke. Flicking her tongue over the bundle of nerves, occasionally placing a tender kiss around the exposed flesh.
Clarke gripped Lexa's hair hard; pulling her closer as she clamped her thighs down around her. All the blood seemed to rush to one particular spot before it suddenly erupted throughout her entire body. With a shudder, Clarke uncurled her toes and slumped against the headboard of Lexa's small bad.
"Holy fuck"
Lexa said nothing. She simply joined Clarke at her spot on the bed, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. Finally she spoke.
"Did it work?"
"What?"
That smirk was killing her. Clarke blushed, she was absolutely on fire from this post orgasm bliss.
"Do you feel warm now?".