Lexa slams the girl against the wall, desperately tugging at her clothes, nearly ripping them off. Her mouth comes to her neck and she kisses it roughly, biting it occasionally, and sucking at her pulse point. The girl lets out a groan, clumsily undoing Lexa's belt. They breathe heavily into each other, and Lexa runs a hand over the other woman's breast as she comes back to meet her eager mouth. They challenge each other, the power of the kiss going back and forth between the two. Slipping in a hand into Lexa's underwear, the girl enjoys that fact that she can make the tall, strong, intimidating Lexa squirm with pleasure.
"Fuck me," Lexa whimpers at her ear, to which the girl gladly obeys. She uses her free hand to tangle her fingers in Lexa's brunette hair and pulls her towards her mouth again, as she spins her around so that now it is her who's pushed against the wall. She runs a finger over Lexa's clit, while returning the neck bites, enjoying how the brunette tries (unsuccessfully) to cut off her moans. "Fuck… me," she repeats. The girl slides her finger towards Lexa's entrance as she presses her thumb against her clit. Lexa's hips thrust onto the girl's finger, achingly, desperately, so she puts in another. And then another. Lexa clings to her, moaning for release, aching to unwind. The girl can tell how close she is by the way her insides clutch at her fingers, and the way Lexa's eyes roll back, and the way her body begins to tremble. "I'm … gonna…" Lexa pants, still thrusting impatiently on the woman's hand until she reaches that amazing wave of pleasure that floods through her as she gasps.
After Lexa's finished, she guides the other girl to the wall across from them, desperate to be in control again. As she caresses her thigh and moves up her skirt, she smiles at how wet she is. "You seem pretty excited," she whispers into her mouth as her finger pulls her underwear to the side. The girl moans at her fingertips, pushing her hips towards her hand, demanding more.
"Do you want to be fucked?" Lexa's voice is low and husky and makes the girl's head spin. "Do you want me to fuck you?" The girl groans, nodding her head. "Say it."
"Fuck me," she begs, squirming, grinding on Lexa's hand. Lexa complies and thrusts her fingers into the girl, while coming pressing her tongue on her nipple, swirling and sucking and biting. The girl lets out a fragile whimper as she comes close. Once undone, they both stay close to each other for a moment, panting onto the other's skin.
As they get dressed, they make no eye contact, entirely uninterested in each other now (or at least pretending to be.) As the blonde is about to leave however, Lexa finds herself asking her a question. "What's your name?"
"Clarke," she replies, a quizzical look on her face.
"Clarke," Lexa nods, trying out how the word feels on her tongue. She likes it. "I'm Lexa."
"Nice to meet you, Lexa," the blonde smiles, before rushing out, leaving the brunette still trying to catch her breath in the middle of a public restroom.
"Nice to meet you, too," she sighs, not completely satisfied with knowing that they will never cross paths again.
"Hey, Lex," Lincoln greets her best friend with a smile, coming in for a hug, before stepping inside her apartment. "How've you been?"
"Can't complain," Lexa smiles, still feeling Clarke's hand on her skin, trying not to shiver at the thought.
"Better, I presume?" He asks, clearly referring to her not-so-recent break-up with Costia.
"Much," Lexa assures him. "In fact, I met someone today."
"Do tell," he urges as he plops himself down on her couch.
"Well, I mean, I guess not really met…I actually only asked for her name until after we…" Lexa freezes.
"Whoa, whoa!" Lincoln laughs. "You mean you had sex with a stranger?"
"Listen, I'm a grown woman and my sex life is none of your business," Lexa snaps, but blushes completely. It's not like her to do this sort of thing. "But, uh, yes… I may have just had random sex with a stranger." Lincoln's eyes light up in amusement, his mouth not even attempting to hide the ridiculous grin across his face. "Shut up."
"All right, all right," he laughs. "Listen, I just came by to give you your plane ticket for the wedding. I can't be missing my best man… lady? Whatever." He takes out an envelope from his jacket pocket and hands it over to her.
"Hawaii," Lexa scoffs. "Octavia's not letting you cheap out on this, huh?"
"She's worth it," Lincoln smiles, and for a moment Lexa envies him.
Clarke's neck hurts from the plane ride and even though it's only 2 in the afternoon as she stumbles tiredly through the hotel hallway, she just wants to sleep. Fuck time zones, she thinks to herself, sliding the card key into the door and opening it. She's surprised to find a suitcase already there, opened and sprawled on the bed.
"Hello?" she calls out, looking around suspiciously as she steps in. She hears a faucet stop and a tall brunette come out. "Holy fucking shit," Clarke spits out, incredibly confused and embarrassed and lost at the sight of Lexa standing before her with a toothbrush in her open mouth.
"Cl –" Lexa begins but is interrupted.
"No fucking way," Clarke turns around to leave, shaking her head in disbelief. "This cannot be happening." She leaves the room, leaving Lexa unsure of what to do, still clutching to her toothbrush, as she tries to push down the excitement that is flooded through her.
A few moments later Clarke is back, pouting, arms crossed against her chest, and Lexa tries not to smile at how cute she looks.
"Okay, so apparently, they're out of rooms, so we're either going to have to be stuck here together, or one of us can go find another hotel room," she explains, clearly wanting Lexa to be the one to leave.
"You go do that, then," Lexa smirks.
"Me?" Clarke scoffs.
"I was here first, you know," Lexa reminds her, tilting her head, amused at how frustrated Clarke looks.
"Why are you even here?" she demands. "Are you stalking me?"
"No!" Lexa defends herself. "I'm here for my best friend's wedding."
"I'm here for my best friend's wedding," Clarke argues. "Wait…is your best friend…"
"Lincoln," Lexa replies before she can finish her question. "I'm guessing yours is Octavia?"
"Fuck," Clarke whispers, before sitting down on the bed to compose herself. "Fuck," she repeats. "What are the fucking odds?" Lexa wonders if Clarke always curses this much. "Well, I mean, I'm the maid of honor, so… I still think you should lea –"
"No way!" Lexa interrupts. "I'm the best man…lady….best lady?" Lexa regrets never clearing up the terminology with Lincoln. "I'm staying."
"Fine," Clarke says glaring at her. "But I get the bed." Lexa glares back. "Okay, we can take turns?" Lexa still looks unsatisfied. "We can… share it?"
"We're not animals, Clarke," Lexa says softly, making Clarke shiver internally at the carefulness with which she spoke her name. "We can share a bed without turning it into something else."
"Yeah," Clarke finally agrees with something Lexa has to say. "I guess you're right." Lexa nods. "A shared bed. No funny business."
"I give you my word," Lexa promises.
"Good," Clarke says, nodding her head, half-hoping they both aren't too serious about their promise.