Summary: Clarke is about to open up her gallery with a big two-day show and Lexa is in the middle of a huge merger with another company. They're busy, but they try to make time for each other as often as possible. However, lately it seems that they are even too busy for that.

Or, the one in which Clarke and Lexa keep getting interrupted in the middle of sex and they are growing steadily more irritated and horny.


A/N: This is my first fic for this show and ship and will be uploaded in two parts. Naturally, all the disclaimers apply, I own naught. Though I have serious dibs on Lexa/Alycia within my group of friends, so that's something.


1.
There is soft music playing and that unmistakable content feeling of coming home and Lexa sighs happily as Clarke's hums reach her when she exits the hall and steps into the living room.
The kitchen is on her left and Clarke is leaning on the counter with both her arms, thumbing through a cookbook. She's wearing a casual black dress that reaches just above her knees and her bare feet tap softly on the floor to the rhythm of the music, her blonde hair slightly bouncing along with the bopping of her head.
Lexa watches her for a while, entranced, enamoured. She can't help the smile settling on her lips, the warmth in her chest and the throb between her legs.

Clarke hadn't noticed her yet, but when Lexa presses her front against Clarke's back, rubs her hands across her bare arms and places soft kisses along her spine, the blonde hums in satisfaction and unconsciously leans back into the touch.

"Hey," her voice is barely above a whisper and the raspy edge to it fires the desire within Lexa.

"Hey," she replies. And for a content moment they merely stand there. Leaning against the counter, one wrapped around the other. For a moment it is enough.
But then Lexa moves her hands up Clarke's arms, over her shoulders and down her sides as she straightens behind Clarke. And as Lexa's hands find the hem of the dress and her fingers play with the fringe, Clarke straightens as well. She feels Lexa's hands settle on her legs, slowly pushing the dress up and she reaches her right arm back to tangle her fingers in Lexa's brown curls. She pulls her head forward, tilts her own to the side and smiles when blue meets green. Then she presses their lips together, tenderly, without haste.
In this moment it is just them and they have all the time in the world.

"Hey," Clarke whispers as she pulls back.

"Hey," Lexa replies.

Her hands find Clarke's inner thighs just as she feels a tongue run over her lips. Clarke kisses her passionately, can't stand the calm of their love that contrasts so much with the heat within her anymore. But Lexa knows this, knows her, and while their kiss grows heated and passionate and Clarke moans into her mouth, she continues her slow ascend up Clarke's thighs.

Both Lexa's hands rest on her hips now, fingers on her abdomen, just above her panties. Clarke pulls back and sighs as Lexa dips her right hand beneath the fabric, fingers brushing soft skin.
Lexa's lips find her neck and her left hand finds Lexa's left on her hip. She squeezes as Lexa runs two fingers through her folds, feeling the wetness quickly gathering there and her head falls back on Lexa's shoulder. Her mouth open in a silent moan. Lexa smirks.

She pushes one finger inside Clarke and the blonde does moan this time, tightening her grip on Lexa's hand and within her hair. She waits a moment, just to tease, because she can feel how wet Clarke is, senses how ready she is.
Then she presses her thumb to her clit and pulls her finger out, Clarke lets out a sigh against her neck.

"Lexa." She doesn't plead, not yet. It is more so a demand, to speed up, to add pressure, to just stop teasing. Lexa smirks again, kisses Clarke's neck again, pushes her finger inside again. And just as she is about to concede, just as she is about to give Clarke what she wants, her phone vibrates in her jeans pocket.

They both feel it, they both groan. Lexa stills within Clarke.

"Baby, don't." Clarke opens her eyes, looks at Lexa as she pulls her lips from Clarke's neck.

"It could be Indra."

"You just got home. Can't they go an evening without you?"

"Not with this merger going on right now."

"A few minutes then. Call back later." But the phone keeps vibrating and Lexa looks at her with regretful and pleading eyes and thus Clarke sighs in defeat. She untangles her hand from Lexa's hair, lets go of the hand on her hip and feels Lexa pull out from inside her. She turns around to face her girlfriend, smiles at the way her hair is messed up.

Lexa's looking from her right hand to her jeans a little comically and then Clarke realizes that the brunette keeps her phone in the right pocket. She smirks. Oh, sweet revenge.
She grabs the phone from Lexa's pocket and shoves it in her left hand, Lexa looks at her appreciatively. But when she slides the button to answer the call and places the phone against her ear, she notices Clarke's smirk as she reaches for Lexa's right hand.

She takes a long, slender finger into her mouth and practically hears Lexa swallow, her green eyes growing wide.

"Y-yes, I am here. Sorry Indra." Clarke silently laughs as Lexa shakes her head and addresses the woman on the other end of the line. Lexa weakly speaks with Indra as Clarke licks her fingers clean and when she's done, she keeps playing with those fingers, lightly tangling them with her own. Lexa's eyes never leave hers.

"Of course, give me a moment." Lexa places the phone against her shoulder, sighs as she smiles apologetically at Clarke. She moves in to kiss her lips once, then moves back in when she finds herself unable to completely pull away. A third kiss and then she moves back completely.

"I'm sorry. I love you." Clarke nods in response as Lexa moves to her office within the apartment. She leans back against the counter, sighing heavily when the brunette is out of sight.
Her clit throbs as a bitter reminder.

(They have dinner forty-five minutes later, both having half a mind to just leave the food for what it is and have hot sex on the table. Or the couch, or the floor, anywhere really. But the food looks great and smells delicious and Clarke had spent a lot of time on it – to distract her, obviously – so they eat and make small talk.)

(Afterwards they shower separately, because this time Clarke gets a call. It's Raven, something about pyrotechnics during the gallery opening – "I can make this epic. I mean, I have seen the space and while it's small, it's possible. Clarke, I can make it go boom." – and after fifteen minutes of Lexa patiently waiting, Clarke motions for her to just go shower without her.)

(When she ends the phone call Lexa is already in bed, so she showers quickly and crawls in beside her. But by then it's past midnight and Lexa's alarm is set for 7 am, so they tangle their limbs together and fall asleep when both are comfortably settled.)

2.
It's two full days later, on a beautifully sunny Sunday when Clarke comes back from drinks with Octavia and Raven and finds Lexa in her office. Working. She leans against the doorpost, watching as Lexa reads and signs and sorts files. Her hair is held back in a braid and she's wearing her reading glasses and a sleeveless black Rolling Stones shirt that she definitely grabbed from Clarke's closet and Clarke feels something stir in her stomach and a wave of arousal coarse through her body. Just looking at Lexa makes her hot – of course the arousal from last Thursday still lingers after not being able to get it out of her system.

(And really, being Clarke Griffin is a chronicle of pent up sexual frustration.)

She moves from her spot, bare feet padding on the wood board floor. Lexa notices her then, she looks up to smile at Clarke and her eyes grow wide and her mouth falls the slightest bit open. She is wearing a short, creamy white dress and Lexa loves the way it looks on her. The blonde revels in the way that look makes her feel.

She doesn't speak as she moves closer and watches Lexa turn her chair to meet Clarke when she's in front of her. She moves to stand up, but Clarke places her hands on the back of the chair, her elbows coming to rest on Lexa's shoulders and settles her legs on either side of Lexa's. Clarke captures her lips in an open mouthed kiss as she settles against Lexa, their bodies as close as possible.

"Do you feel me?" Clarke asks, her voice low, when she pulls back and stares into Lexa's eyes. They are dark with desire, she knows she looks much the same, and Lexa's heavy breathing tells her that she knows exactly what Clarke means. Her hands move beneath the fabric of Clarke's dress to rest on her hips.

"Yes." She pulls her even closer, feeling Clarke's center press against her own.

"Good." She lowers her head again, catching Lexa's lips in another kiss as she begins grinding her hips against Lexa's. The feeling of jeans pressing against her damp panties causes her to moan into Lexa's mouth and grind down harder and Lexa digs her nails into Clarke's skin as she bites on her bottom lip. Clarke moves her hands into brunette hair as she rests her forehead against Lexa's and Lexa moves one hand up Clarke's back, the other still gripping her hip.

They move against each other, kissing, panting, moaning. Clarke never picks up speed, savouring the moment, dragging out her own release and Lexa is content that way. She takes her time kissing Clarke's neck, her jaw, her lips. She takes her time watching and moving to Clarke's rhythm as best she can. She takes her ti–

A phone rings in the living room, Octavia's assigned ringtone blaring through their moment. Clarke never falters, just opens her eyes to look at Lexa. Lexa raises an eyebrow when Clarke doesn't stop, doesn't even slow.

"It can wait."

"It might be important, Clarke."

"If it's important she'll call again." Clarke smirks, moves down to kiss Lexa's forehead, her temple, sometime on her way to Lexa's jaw the ringing in the background stops. She kisses Lexa's cheek, moans and grinds down a little harder after a particularly pleasurable stroke against her clit, and then on her way to the side of Lexa's mouth the ringing starts up again. Clarke groans.

"I hate phones." She says and Lexa chuckles in response.

"They do seem to have something against us." Clarke groans again and climbs off of Lexa. She pulls her dress down as she walks to the living room and Lexa watches her leave.

(Turns out Octavia found a thrift shop that sells vinyl records for just a dollar and Clarke did once say that they could always call her for that. Especially when Octavia mentions that they have all the good classics dating back to the fifties, Clarke has to admit the excitement coursing through her body is partially because of old records and not just her previous activity with Lexa, so she ends up spending the rest of the afternoon going through bins with Octavia by her side and a throb between her legs.)

(Lexa for her part isn't doing much better, since she has to reread every sentence three times because the memory of Clarke's moans keeps interrupting her reading. She plans to finish what they started when Clarke comes back, but when Clarke does come back it's with twenty new records and an eagerness to listen to every single one of them before bed. Lexa settles for listening to an excited Clarke giving her bits of trivia on each record.)

3.
On Monday Clarke thinks she is witnessing a miracle when Lexa comes home from work just after six and Lexa looks equally as shocked to see Clarke already on their couch, comfortably dressed in sweats – Lexa's sweats – and a t-shirt. So, considering the past few failed attempts at having sex and the last time they spent uninterrupted time with each other being a while ago, they decide to go on a date.

They get dressed in between kisses and touches and after almost an hour finally make it out of their apartment.

(It takes them considerably longer than planned, because at one point when Lexa is unbuttoning her blouse Clarke decides to screw the date and just have sex right then and there. Lexa just barely manages to convince her that if she waits just two more hours, the pay off will be even better.)

(Eventually Clarke only gives in when Lexa promises her three consecutive orgasms. Using only her tongue.)

At 7:30 they are seated in the corner of their favourite restaurant. The music is soft and romantic, there is a candle in the middle of their table, they each have a glass of delicious red wine and their fingers play with each other above the table while their feet make love below the table. It's perfect. Their phones are off, the food is marvellous, conversation comes easy and as the night progresses the air around them grows thicker.

"Let's get out of here." Clarke whispers, her voice heavy with a desire that Lexa feels in the pit of her stomach.

"Don't you want dessert?"

"I do. That's why I want to get out of here." Lexa takes a deep breath, swallows and nods as Clarke watches her eyes grow darker.

They walk home, it's just twenty minutes and they enjoy the light breeze that blows through the streets. Their hands are entwined, their bodies close, their footsteps in sync. Lexa can feel Clarke grow restless as their building comes into view and she isn't even surprised when Clarke's lips attack her jaw and her neck the moment the elevator doors close.

"I swear to God, I am never again waiting this long to fuck you." Clarke mumbles against her skin between nips and kisses and Lexa chuckles as she tangles her hand in blonde hair and pulls Clarke's head up.

"It has only been two hours, Clarke." Clarke glares at her, Lexa just smiles back.

"It's been almost a week. A fucking week, Lexa."

"It has been four days."

"Feels like a week." The brunette chuckles again, and while she won't be as dramatic as Clarke about it, she must admit as well that it has been a very torturous almost week.

The elevator doors open with a ding and they walk to their apartment at the end of the hall, steps a bit quicker than usual, Lexa's urgency to get her key into the lock a bit more urgent than usual. It takes her three tries, Clarke's tongue on her neck and fingers already opening her jacket successfully distracting her. When she succeeds Clarke pushes her through the door and presses her against the wall with her whole body while she closes the door behind them. Lexa lets the key drop to the floor, Clarke lets Lexa's jacket drop beside it. Her mouth is on Lexa's neck, her hands pulling up the shirt that keeps her tongue from exploring further. Lexa allows Clarke to undress her, the roughness of her actions sending arousal through her body, feeling it pool between her legs.

The shirt is thrown somewhere down the hall, neither care where it lands as Clarke's tongue licks over Lexa's collarbone and down to her breasts. She kisses both twice and Lexa fully expects Clarke to spend some time there, but she moves further down, dropping to her knees as she goes. Her hands work on the button and zipper of Lexa's jeans and it is then that Lexa remembers her own hands, hanging limp by her side. She tangles them in Clarke's hair, soon losing grip again as Clarke bends down to pull her jeans and panties down. She quickly unties the laces on Lexa's shoes and pulls them from Lexa's feet before removing the jeans and panties from Lexa's legs. She looks up at Lexa, staring down at her, nearly bare and panting.

Lexa feels Clarke's hands slide up her legs, agonizingly slow in comparison to Clarke's heated movements earlier. Clarke sits up slightly, her hands coming to rest on her ass, her forehead resting against her abdomen and Lexa's eyes close as her head falls back against the wall and her hands once again tangle in Clarke's hair. There's a moment before either move again. A content moment in which they hold each other and Clarke places a soft kiss to Lexa's skin. She whimpers and the sound seems to wake Clarke up, seems to rekindle the fire of her desire. She doesn't waste time in kissing down further, doesn't waste time at all as she swipes her tongue over every inch of Lexa in a languid stroke that evokes a long, loud moan from the woman above her. Lexa's legs widen even further, giving Clarke all the more space and she takes it gratefully. She licks at the wetness, then places her lips over Lexa's clit and sucks at the nub as a knock on the door rips them from their passion. They share a shocked look and Clarke silently shakes her head, hoping the visitor will just go away if they don't answer. There's another knock.

"Guys, open up." Another knock. "I know you're in there, I could hear Lexa's moan from down the hall."

Lexa's eyes close again, her head falls back against the wall again, Clarke's forehead meets her abdomen again and they are in much the same position as before when they both groan loudly.

"Goddamnit Raven." Clarke says loud enough for Raven to hear.

"Just give us a minute." Lexa sounds arguably more irritated.

"Yeah, I'll give you a minute to get dressed, not to finish up." The smirk is audible.

(The trio ends up on the couch watching How Do They Do It? at Raven's insistence – she was bored and everyone else was busy, so she decided to hang out with Clarke and Lexa. Lexa glares at her when she says that, mumbling they were busy too and Clarke decides to sit between the two to prevent Lexa from strangling Raven.)

(Raven ends up falling asleep on the couch and Lexa ends up falling asleep against Clarke in their bed, grumpy and very, very horny.)

4.
On Tuesday evening, when all their work is done, dinner is finished and dishes are washed, and they are sure that Raven is otherwise entertained; Clarke and Lexa find themselves nearly naked and tangled together on the couch. Clarke is on top, one of Lexa's legs between hers and two fingers steadily pumping in and out of her, her own fingers matching the rhythm within Lexa. Their kisses are wet and a little sloppy, but neither of them is complaining.

Lexa circles her thumb over Clarke's clit and Clarke returns the sentiment accompanied by a soft moan. Clarke's phone buzzes on the coffee table and Lexa is about to groan when Clarke speaks up.

"Just a text. Don't worry." Her eyes are closed, her face buried in the crook of Lexa's neck. Her hips meeting each of Lexa's thrusts as she strains to return them within Lexa.

Lexa's phone buzzes on the coffee table and then Clarke's again as Lexa thrusts deep inside and her groan turns into a moan.

"Don't you dare stop." She pants against Lexa's skin.

"I wasn't going to." Lexa's voice is just a strained, much deeper than usual and Clarke kisses her pulse point as a reward.

But then Clarke's phone starts ringing – Octavia's assigned ringtone again – and shortly after Lexa's starts playing the most obnoxious tune Clarke has ever heard and she knows it's the ringtone assigned to Raven. They try to ignore, still moving their fingers within each other, Lexa picking up speed as her irritation seeps through.

"Are you going to get that?" Clarke asks, not even kidding. Because while she very much likes what Lexa is doing to her, she also very much hates that ringtone.

"I am kind of busy here, Clarke." Lexa replies.

"As am I." They look at each other, hands and hips stopping their movements and then reach over to the coffee table to grab their phones. They answer at the same time, in the same way.

"What?!" And they can both hear each other on the other end and the combined laughter of their group of friends.

"They put us on speaker." Sometimes Lexa can't believe these people. Octavia recovers first and they can hear her shushing the others.

"While we take it that you two are... busy." Raven bursts out laughing again. "Raven, shut up. Anyway, it's Tuesday, guys, and that means pub night and you're buying first round this week Lexa, so you're definitely not ditching." Realisation dawns on them at the same time as their eyes go wide; they completely forgot about pub night. So caught up in being free and together and horny. Raven clears her throat on the other end of the line.

"We will give you two a minute to finish up, though. I would feel bad depriving you two nights in a row." Lexa nearly growls and they both hang up without even saying goodbye.

They lie together for another moment, Clarke's face buried in the crook of Lexa's neck again, Lexa rubbing circles on her back and the back of her head.

"You know what our problem is?" Lexa asks softly.

"Hmm?"

"We like to take our time and go slow. But it seems that we have lives and friends that do not allow us to go slow."

"So we should go hard and fast next time?" Clarke asks with amusement in her voice.

"Perhaps."

(Needless to say, they do not finish up. While still very horny, they are mostly very irritated now and the mood has shifted. So they get dressed and make their way to the pub. Lexa does not greet Octavia and Raven and she drinks more than usual, truly very, very irritated. They fall in bed tired and a little tipsy later that night and Lexa can't even properly pull Clarke in for a good cuddle, let alone fuck her hard and fast.)