"Come on, please" Octavia pleaded, sitting on her knees on top of Clarke's bed, eyes pleading equally as hard.
"Why are you so adamant on us going out tonight?" Clarke enquired.
"Because it's still fresher's week, dammit. I want to get the most out of the cheap drinks and free entry"
"We were out last night, O. Let me gain some energy before we actually start university on Monday"
Octavia pouted her lower lip, breaking out the puppy dog eyes which she knew always had an effect on her best friend, "one last night, I promise"
"But O" Clarke complained.
"Please, I promise I'll let you be a big bore for the rest of the weekend" Octavia smiled cheekily.
Clarke picked up the pillow beside her head and threw it at Octavia, the girl's reflexes quick enough to avoid it, "fine. But you owe me"
Octavia leaped further up on the bed, kissing Clarke quickly on the forehead, "you're the best. Now get your butt up and get ready, it's already 10:30 and I wanna get there before the queue is round the damn corner"
Clarke let out a groan as Octavia jumped off her bed and left her room, giving her time to pick out and outfit and get herself ready. Living with Octavia was already proving to be more than a handful. Don't get her wrong, she loved Octavia, she had been her best friend since they started high school and have been inseparable since. Even when school finished and they both decided to take the college route before university, both still unsure of what they wanted to go onto study. Now the friends had found themselves at the same university as well, both moving from their small town into the bigger city. Clarke opting to study psychology and go into counselling, whilst Octavia had found a soft spot for sociology, still undecided what career choice was the best for her.
Both girls were able to find an apartment which they could afford and frankly, neither girl was too keen on staying within student halls, much preferring their own company and knowing the habits of each other. So that's how Clarke found herself, 2 weeks into living with Octavia and already been out clubbing a majority of their time together. With classes starting on Monday, Clarke was looking forward to a quiet Friday night and also weekend but alas, to no avail.
Throwing herself into a quick shower, Clarke picked out a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a grey v-neck linen shirt, with grey converse and her black leather jacket on top. Drying her hair and letting it fall over her shoulders in loose curls, she added a small amount of eye makeup and a natural lipstick and she was ready.
Leaving her bedroom, she called out that she was ready to Octavia and found the girl already lounging on the sofa, hair in a high pony-tail, black tank top with a red and black checked shirt on top, her black skinnies and combat boots to top off the outfit.
"Looking good, Griffin. You might actually get laid tonight, after failing to do so every other night. Seriously, your game is completely off lately" Octavia spoke as she rose from the sofa, giving Clarke a once over.
"I have plenty game, I just haven't seen anyone worthy of experiencing it yet" Clarke declared. It had been a while since she hooked up with anyone, and frankly she missed it. Dry spells weren't something she was used to.
"Yeah, that's the reason" Octavia dismissed her excuse, "let's get going. I'm ready to dance my ass off" she grabbed Clarke's hand and pulled her out the door. Clarke was doubting there was such a thing as a quiet night in or quiet weekend when you had Octavia as a flatmate.
The friends arrived at the club shortly after 11:30, thankfully to find a very small queue outside. Last thing Clarke needed was to have Octavia blaming her for not arriving earlier, she would never hear the end of it.
Octavia quickly paid the taxi driver and pulled Clarke out, wasting no time in getting them into the queue which moved quickly enough for Octavia not to get agitated. When they emerged into the club, Clarke could immediately feel the music vibrating throughout her body and pounding in her ears. Octavia kept hold of her hand as she raised it above her head, dancing her way through the crowd in order to get to the bar.
"4 double vodkas with coke and 4 shots of tequila please" Octavia shouted to the man working the bar then smiled back at Clarke, "no point in wasting any time"
"Do I get a say in this?"
Octavia shook her head, "none at all. Now drink up" she scooted further up the bar to give Clarke room to stand beside her. The girls clinked their shot glass together then continued to down both of them, washing them down with their vodka coke.
"You're going to be the death of me" Clarke winced after drinking one of her vodkas.
"At least it'll be a fun death, Griffin" Octavia turned, leaning back against the bar and began to scan the crowd. "So, see anyone that's worthy of that Griffin charm yet?"
Clarke turned and began to scan the crowd herself, catching a few attractive people come into her line of sight, she shrugged, "maybe, we'll see how the night goes".
Octavia let out a snort, "yeah right, you've lost it, Clarkey"
"I haven't lost anything, thank you very much. My game is still as good as ever"
"Prove it" Octavia winked, challenging her.
Clarke took another drink of her remaining vodka, "what do you propose?"
"A competition against yours truly" she smiled cockily, "we put a point system in place. Having your drink bought for you gets you 1 point, kissing gets you 2 points and fucking gets you 5. Tally up our scores at the end of the night and see who has the best game. But no cheating!"
Clarke downed the remains of her drink then stuck her hand out to Octavia, "you're on, Blake".
"Oh and loser has to do the dishes for the rest of the month" Octavia quickly added as they shook hands.
"What! That wasn't part of the deal"
"Too late, Griffin. You shook on it. Hope you enjoy dishes" she smiled innocently before blowing Clarke a kiss and making her way into the crowd of dancing bodies to begin her pursuit.
"Dammit".
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12 points. 3 Hours in and Clarke only had 12 damn points. She had succeeded in a charming her way into 4 guys buying her drinks, it would have been 6 points if Octavia didn't then introduce the rule that a guy buying you more than one drink did not result in more points. Dammit. She had successfully managed to kiss 4 different people, thankfully Octavia was happy to move from club to club though. She didn't want to stay around the same people she had made out with, it had gotten her into a few sticky situations in the past.
"How does it feel to be losing?" Octavia smiled beside her as they sat at the bar in the last club of the night.
"Shut it, Blake. Still have plenty of time to catch up. You're only 3 in front"
"For now" she smiled mischievously before she abandoned Clarke again and continued on her mission to get out of doing dishes for a whole month. Living with Octavia truly was an experience.
Clarke sipped on her vodka and coke as she continued to scan the room, she may want to win but it didn't mean she was willing to drop her standards. If she was going to win, she was going to need to get laid. Not that she minded that little bit of motivation, her dry spell truly was becoming harder to bare.
Her eyes finally landed on a guy standing off to the side of the so-called dancefloor, and she found that he was already watching her. She took another sip of her drink, leaving it at the bar and made her way across the room towards him. As she got closer, she couldn't help but admire his frame, his black tshirt hugging his body nicely, his broad shoulders luring her in. She could see his eyes examining her as she walked towards him.
"Hi" she smiled at him, showing her teeth before pulling her bottom lip between them.
"Hey" she saw his eyes drop to her lips.
"Dance with me?" she took hold of his hand before hearing his answer and pulled him into the crowd of people. Turning around to face him, she placed his hand onto her hip and proceeded to wrap her arms around her neck and into shaggy hair at the back of his neck.
"I'm Finn" he spoke as he lowered his head toward her ear, his hands now possessively taking hold of her hips and pulling her body closer to his. She began to sway her hips, feeling their bodies move against one another.
"Clarke" she replied, not particularly caring about introductions. She was weighing the options in her head, she could sleep with Finn and hope that that would gain her enough points to beat Octavia or she could continue her search and keep ranking up the points. She looked up into his face, his eyes were drinking her in and she had to admit, he wouldn't be a bad way to end the night. He was handsome, his body felt solid against her and she had a feeling he could show her exactly what she's been missing for the past couple of months.
Their bodies continued to move together, and when Finn's hands began to wonder lower and onto her ass, her body began to heat up and she couldn't resist the temptation to kiss him. She pulled his head down to hers and crashed their lips together. She could feel his hot breath against her own, and she was pleasantly surprised at how well he was kissing her, although she wasn't a fan of how gentle he was being. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, and when he allowed her entrance, she could taste whiskey off his tongue. Fuck. He was really good at kissing.
She eventually pulled away for some air, and before he could pull her back in for another, she turned in his arms and began to dance back against him, her head falling back against his hard chest. She was certain she would be ending the night with Finn.
When she opened her eyes after finding herself lost in the music and Finn's hands on her, body against her, her eyes immediately landed on a woman standing at the bar. Long dark hair falling down her back in curls, a few intricate braids visible even from so far away, leather pants sitting deliciously on her hips and showing off her ass exceptionally well. Her tank top revealing her white bra at the side and a tattoo peeking out from her ribs. The woman was scanning the crowd, beer in hand, paying no particular attention to anyone. Clarke felt her body beginning to still.
"You wanna get out of here?" she heard Finn ask from behind her.
She had already made her decision. She turned to him, "I'm really sorry, I've just found my friend by the bar. Maybe another time?" she smiled at him and patted his chest before turning to leave.
"Seriously" she heard him mutter but she paid no attention. Clarke was on a new mission. One that involved a specific dark haired beauty.
She made her way to the bar, taking a space beside the woman and ordered a shot of tequila. She needed a little extra liquid courage if she was going to do this. Taking her shot, she let out a deep breath and turned, here goes nothing.
"Not a fan of dancing?" she asked.
The woman turned to face her, clear signs of wondering if Clarke was speaking to her and fuck, her eyes were piercing. The woman made no attempt at masking her eyes raking over Clarke and she silently cursed herself for not trying to look a little better tonight. Damn tshirt and jeans, what was she thinking?
"And here I was about to ask if you'd like to dance" Clarke smiled her best smile.
"Looked like you already had a dancing partner over there" she nudged her head in the direction her and Finn were just dancing, and kissing and dammit, she was hoping she hadn't seen that.
Clarke quickly recovered and shrugged her shoulders, "someone better caught my eye"
The woman turned to her again, watching her face without saying a word and Clarke wasn't used to feeling so nervous around someone. Why is she making me nervous? Holy fuck she is beautiful though. Clarke took the opportunity to stare back, her eyes slowly wandering the woman's face, the perfect slope of her nose, the sharp line of her jaw, the dip of her lips. Fuck, her lips looked delicious.
She watched those lips form into a smirk and it suddenly broke her out of her daydream, quickly averting her eyes back to the woman's and wished she didn't because those eyes were watching her with a piercing glare, and Clarke could imagine herself squirming under that look.
"What was your next move, if dancing didn't work?"
Clarke cleared her throat, "buy you a drink?"
The brunette shook her beer at her slightly, indicating it was still relatively full, "next"
Clarke didn't know if the woman was amusing herself with pressuring Clarke of if she just preferred skipping the theatrics and skipping straight to point. She was hoping it was the latter and that's how she found herself leaning in a little closer, "my next move would be asking if you'd rather just skip the bullshit and take me back to yours"
The woman's eyes dropped to Clarke's lips this time and she couldn't help the little victory dance her inner self was doing. She took the opportunity to lick her lips as the women watched.
"My apartment isn't close enough, or empty enough. What about yours?"
Clarke thought knew Octavia would probably end up spending the night somewhere else, and even if she didn't, she could not waste this opportunity. "My place is 5 minutes away…"
The brunette took a swig of her beer and left it at the bar, "lead the way" she smiled and Clarke didn't waste any time at all. She grabbed the brunette's hand and led her throw the crowd, and out of the club. She quickly hailed a taxi, luck was definitely on her side tonight.
"You don't waste any time do you?" the brunette asked her as the taxi drove them.
"Not when I see something I want, no" Clarke looked at those lips again and she needed to feel them against her own. She leaned forward and captured those plump lips between her own, switching from the top lip to the bottom lip and began to lose herself. She felt the woman's hand reach up to take hold of the back of her neck as her tongue licked along Clarke's lower lip, asking for permission. Why the fuck is she asking? Do it already! Clarke opened her mouth and immediately tasted beer and mixed with a sweetness she couldn't place her finger on. She moaned quietly at the taste which caused the woman to pull back, and Clarke caught the small speckles of green surrounding almost black eyes. Her breath caught in her throat at that glare.
The drive was short, and after throwing a handful of cash at the driver, Clarke jumped from the taxi and made her way into her apartment building. Before she could begin climbing the stairs, she was tugged back and pushed against the wall, those lips capturing hers again. Clarke had kissed countless people, probably too many to even remember but she was certain she would never forget this one. Her body was practically vibrating as it came alive, the heat surging through her and settling at her core, she could feel the wetness dripping from her and into her panties.
She mustered all the self-control she had to pull away, "you need to stop doing that or we'll never make it to my apartment" she spoke breathlessly.
"What? Stop kissing you?"
"Yes"
The brunette smirked, "I've only just gotten started"
Fuck. Clarke groaned at the promise of that and began to climb the stairs as quickly as her shaky legs could take her. 3 floors later, Clarke finally made it to her apartment and cursed this damn building for not having an elevator.
She was struggling with the key and could hear the low chuckle against her neck. How the hell did she expect Clarke to open the damn door when she was kissing her neck like that? Fuck. A few attempts later and she finally threw the door open, quickly throwing on the light switch and illuminating the hallway.
She heard the door being kicked closed from behind her and as she quickly discarded her leather jacket on the floor, she was about to turn but was stopped when she felt a body pressing against her from behind. Those lips were back on her neck, and arms were snaked around her waist. Clarke melted back against the warm body and began to push her ass back against the brunette, revelling in the sensations taking over her body.
She was pushed up against the wall, as her tshirt was pulled above her head, hands wasting no time in unclasping her bra and pushing it down her arms. Her front was flush against the wall, as the brunette continued to control her from behind.
Hands found their way onto her breasts, kneading them appreciatively which caused Clarke's hips to begin to circle and her head fall back against a shoulder. "Don't you want to take this to the bedroom?" she asked, needing to hear the woman's voice again.
"Later" she said simply as her hands continued to appreciate Clarke's breasts, pulling roughly at her nipples and causing her to cry out. She in need of some kind of friction, anything to ease the heat that was building between her legs. Her hips were rocking with need and as if the woman could read her mind, one hand began to descend down her stomach, carefully taking her time to undo the button and zip, causing Clarke to groan in frustration.
"Touch me already" she spoke impatiently.
"Make me" she heard spoken in her ear as teeth bit down on her ear lobe. Clarke quickly grabbed the woman's hand and guided it down, into her panties and she gasped at the small contact of skin against her pussy.
"Fuck, I need you to fuck me" Clarke leaned her forehead against the wall, her hips rocking back against the woman's crotch, then forward, trying to gain some friction. Her hands were trying to grab at anything but with nothing to grasp, she snaked her arm back around the woman's neck and grabbed a fist full of hair.
She could feel breath on the side of her neck and just as she was about to beg again, she felt fingers rub over her pussy, gathering wetness from her centre and spreading it. She tugged at brown hair as her hips rocked forward, "oh fuck please" she breathed out, she couldn't lose contact now.
She could feel the smirk against her neck as the woman began to create circles over her clit and her hips jerked at the contact, a moan escaping from her lips. Fingers were tugging and playing with her nipples, whilst other fingers were circling her clit, a hot mouth dangerously exploring her neck and Clarke was beginning to lose control of her body. She let go of the woman's hair as she bent forward slightly at the waist, pleasure taking over her as her moans began to increase. She was losing control, she could feel her clit becoming more sensitive as her body began to jerk, she knew was already close to finishing embarrassingly early but she couldn't stop herself. She couldn't even imagine asking her to stop, she couldn't find the control to fight it. Her legs were beginning to shake and her thoughts were becoming incomprehensible as she felt herself climbing, climbing, climbing.
Until she fell with a scream.
She could feel fingers slowly continuing until they finally stopped, soft kisses being placed on her neck. She could feel her legs weakening and she was thankful for the arm that was wrapped around her waist, creating support.
"I hope you're not too tired, I was planning on showing you what else I can do with my mouth" the brunette spoke and Clarke was surprised at the amount of wetness she felt already coming from her.
If this was just a taster of what was to come, Clarke didn't know if she could last much longer. But she was never one to give up on a challenge.
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Octavia rattled her empty bowl and spoon in front of her face, "slave! I have dishes"
"I swear, O if you call me that once more I'm going to throw the fucking dishes at you"
"Hey. You lost, it's only fair"
"You won because I was busy with something else, or someone else" Clarke smiled at the memories of Friday night. She can still remember the ache in her legs the next morning, it had been a while since she had sex like that.
"Ah Miss No Name. I can't believe you two fucked all night and didn't even get each other's names" Octavia grabbed her bag from the chair and slung it over her shoulder.
"We were a little busy with other things, O. Plus isn't that how one night stands work?"
"Maybe in your world. Now get a move on, I don't wanna be late for class"
Monday had finally arrived, and Clarke and Octavia were officially about to start their first day at university. Both girls walked the short distance from their apartment to their university building, and promised to meet up for lunch before going their separate ways for classes.
Clarke had a little trouble finding her first class, but thankfully that's why both of the girls agreed to leave a little earlier than necessary so she still made it on time. Unfortunately there wasn't many seats left near the back so she opted to sit near the front.
She began to unpack her notepad and pen, getting comfortable as possible in the old wooden chair with the desk too far forward to ever be comfortable. The class was loud was chatting, which is probably what distracted Clarke from witnessing the lecturer walk into the room. It wasn't until she heard rustling of a mic that she turned and caught a glimpse of the curly brown hair, those same intricate braids still in full view. Her heart began to race as she continued to eye the woman in front of the class, preparing herself.
"Hi everyone, I'm going to go ahead and assume that this is everyone first class?" She left enough time to look around as students nodded their head, Clarke tilted her head forward, hiding behind her hair. "In that case, I welcome you all to psychology. I'm Dr. Lexa Woods, and going to introduce you all to cognitive psychology. As this degree incorporates a mixture of cognitive, biological and behavioural for the next 3 years at least, you'll be seeing a lot of me. Please do not hesitate to talk to me about any issues you may have or if you don't understand something during my lecturers. Apart from that, I hope you all enjoy and begin to love cognitive psychology as much as myself"
Lexa Woods, huh. So that was her name. Clarke had slept with Lexa Woods, one of her psychology lecturers. Her academic career was off to a great start.