Prompt: Clexa as friends w/ benefits going on a date for the first time.
Shit fam, y u gotta do this to me? I suck at dates cuz I'm a potato. I changed it a lil bit to Lexa asking Clarke out. BUT, here it goes.
Currently a quickie was happening in the school's abandoned classroom. She couldn't help it if her best friend was so hot, and sending her heated looks and texts all day. She had grabbed the smoldering brunette and dragged her to the abandoned classroom before proceeding to rip off all of the layers that kept her from Lexa's skin. Lexa wasn't having that today as she had slowly stopped Clarke and pushed her gently onto a desk (after nicely laying her hoodie down for her to lay on) and set to work kissing, biting, and nipping her way across her body.
All of that was about three minutes ago, because now Clarke could feel the building fire in her lower belly, the trembling in her thighs and sensitivity surrounding her core let her know she was close as she writhed beneath Lexa's skillfull tongue eating her out.
She couldn't hold in her moans or curses that seemed to escape as she finally came, her thighs clamped down (though she was careful not to crush Lexa), her body sending tingles and shockwaves from her core to her outer limbs. She gasped as Lexa was currently lapping up her flow of juices from her thighs and pussy. "Fuck." She groaned as she shifted away form Lexa, she was way to sensitive. "That was amazing, Lex." She said slightly out of breath from her orgasm.
Lexa looked up from in between her perch of Clarke's legs and smirked slightly. "I know." She said confidently as she gazed softly at her best friend. They had a sort of "friends with benefits" thing going on for a while but of course, it was so cliche. Lexa had started falling for Clarke. Finding any reason to be with her, even if it was just for sex. She knew Clarke would never feel the same. But she tried to throw subtle hints her way, like how she pleased Clarke a lot more often than she allowed Clarke to please her. How she tried her best to make sure Clarke was happy, how she took care of her when she was sick. But Clarke seemed completly oblivious to her advances of wanting something more.
Clarke grinned and moved to wrap her arms aroun Lexa's neck, trying to pull her in for a heated kiss. It was Lexa's turn, afterall. She frowned as Lexa pulled away slightly. She seemed different lately, not letting herself be pleased, not letting her touch her, but still beign around all the time. She wasn't sure what to think of it.
"You don't want to?" Clarke asked in a somewhat bitter tone. Was she not good enough?
Lexa felt her eyes widen at Clarke's tone and she scrambled to explain. "No, no." Clarke's eyes widened in anger. "No...I mean yes..." She stammered. "I mean yes I want to, but..." She swallowed nervously and it seemed word vomit took over because the next thing she blurted out was: "BUT I'D RATHER TAKE YOU ON A DATE!" She froze and covered her mouth with her hands. She hadn't meant to say that, good going Lexa. Smooth.
Clarke widened her eyes in shock, feeling her anger quickly dissipate. "You...what?" She asked in shock. She couldn't even begin to fathom the fact that Lexa Woods, her best friend, her secret crush, wanted to date her, nerdy Clarke Griffin. "Date?" She managed out.
"If you'd like...because I like you a lot...as more than friends." Lexasaid softly and nodded nervously and looked down to fiddle with a very not really there string on her shirt.
"I'd love too." Clarke burst out, just as the bell rang for them to get to class. She gathered her bag, jacket, and handed Lexa her hoodie...it needed a wash now but she blushed slightly before ksising her cheek and whispering in her ear. "See you at 8pm." She said with a cheeky grin and a wink.
Lexa just breathed a sigh of relief and slumped against the desk before fist pumping. "Yes!" She breathed as she carefully rolled up her hoodie and stuffed it in her extra bag. She grinned and pulled out her phone, ready to make a few calls, she did have to make sure it was the best first date ever. Now the question was; bowtie or tie?