"If you find me not within you, you will never find me. For I have been with you, from the very beginning."
Two bodies sat in the back of a dark van, each tied down by thick braided ropes. Their bodies swayed as the vehicle began to drive over rough terrain. One of the bodies, a blonde haired female, was desperately trying to get free of her bindings, her pale skin becoming a bright red as it rubbed against the ropes.
Across from her another female, brunette, simply rolled her eyes,"Would you stop that? You're doing nothing but rubbing your skin raw. If I can't get out of these ropes then you sure as hell can't."
The blonde huffed deeply, still trying to free herself,"I wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't been stalking me like some crazy person. I would be safe at home and in my bed."
"I told you I wasn't stalking you. I just so happened to be getting home at the same time as you."
"For the fifth time that week? Really, Lexa?" The blonde snapped.
The brunette, Lexa, decided it was best not to respond and instead began trying to sneak a peak through the almost blacked out backdoor window of the van. In the darkness, both in the van and outside, she could just barely make out the blur of trees from the window.
"It looks like they're taking us into some woods. Judging by how long we've been driving we may be somewhere near the Prince William Forest Park," Lexa spoke mainly to herself as she tried to calculate the distance that they had been traveling since she woke up in the van.
"What are you some human navigation system? How would you even know that?" Clarke commented snidely.
Lexa was just about to throw back a snide comment of her own when the van came to a halting stop causing both of them to fall on their sides onto the floor of the van. The sound of the vehicle's doors opening and closing had Lexa pushing herself back up into a sitting position as fast as she could while the sound of footsteps made their way to the backdoor of the van. Lexa waited with baited breath as the double doors swung open to reveal two huge men. One with a shiny shave head, murky brown eyes and a long scar above his eyebrow. The other with shaggy black hair barely reaching past his chin, cold grey eyes, and a dragon tattoo curling around the side of his neck.
Next to her, Lexa could hear Clarke let out the tiniest of whimpers before steeling herself and pushing up off the van's floor and next to Lexa.
"What the hell do you want with us?" Clarke demanded to know.
The bald man only snorted at the blonde's sudden braveness before he grabbed ahold of Clarke's ankle and pulled her towards him. Clarke let out a shocked yelp as she suddenly found herself within a hair's breath of the man's face.
"Your father has something my boss wants. So, he's going to use you to get it."
Five Months Ago…
A pair of keys jingled noisily in the fingers of a pale hand. A beautiful curvy blonde sighed tiredly as she began clearing the flights of stairs that would lead her to her fifth story apartment.
Clarke Griffin was your average, everyday 24-year-old…or at least she liked to think so. Blonde hair that shone like the sun itself, deep cobalt eyes that put the ocean to shame, pale porcelain skin, and lips as soft as a lily's petals. Yes, she was beautiful. Clarke knew she was, with the amount of suitors flocking her way it didn't make it difficult for her to figure out. Since the ripe age of fifteen she had had her fair share of dates with guys, and girls, alike…but none that really kept her interest.
She also liked to think her family life was fairly normal. Her mother, Abby Griffin, being head surgeon at DC's largest hospital, Arkadia Memorial, and her father, Jake Griffin, working for the U.S. Military doing…well she wasn't quite sure seeing as to how all of his work was classified. Her parents were constantly busy but they still made sure to spend some time with her, at least what their work schedules and her college classes would allow.
Speaking of schedules…
"God, I'm going to kill Harper for canceling our study group and not telling me. I could be in bed already," Clarke mumbled under her breath as she finally reached the fifth floor.
Being in her second year of medical school was really taking it's tole on her. It seemed like there was a never ending pile of homework and text books that demanded her attention every day which spurred an almost nonexistent sleeping schedule. Every living second that was free from school or helping her best friend Raven at her shop was spent in her bed. And at this very point in time she hadn't seen her bed in almost twenty-four hours.
That was a crime in itself.
As she walked down the hallway towards her apartment Clarke allowed her eyes to drift close for a moment as she imagined herself sinking down into her satin sheets wearing nothing but her favorite oversized college sweater. So lost in her own little world and eyes still shut, Clarke had failed to notice the slender body, arms filled with boxes, that was making it's way towards her.
"Shit!"
The blonde was jolted, quite literally, from her daydream as she knocked into the boxes, successfully sending herself and the person carrying them, to the ground. Clarke tumbled to the floor ungracefully, her ass smacking hard into the floor and causing her to wince. She took a moment to collect herself before looking up and over the mess of boxes and scattered belongings. In front of her was a -the most- gorgeous woman she had ever laid her eyes on. Soft brunette waves cascaded over her shoulder and left the right side of her delicate neck exposed, she wore a button down denim shirt tucked into black ripped skinny jeans, white vans completing the look.
Green eyes.
She was definitely a vision…at least until she started speaking.
"What the hell is your problem? Can't you watch where you're going?"
"Excuse me?" Clarke's enamored stated for the woman's beauty instantly deteriorated,"I wasn't the one carrying a shit ton of boxes and not being cautious enough to watch for other people walking innocently down the hallway!"
"Exactly! I couldn't see. You weren't the one carrying the boxes so you should have been the one to see me. Or maybe you were just too caught up in that small brain of your's to pay any attention to your surroundings." The woman huffed as she picked herself off the floor and began collecting the items that were scattered about.
Clarke's nose wrinkled angrily at the brunette's words, a hot flush creeping up her neck and rushing around her ears,"Well, I'm so sorry my 'small brain' is currently sleep deprived due to all the med school classes and study sessions that I take. And not to mention helping my best friend on top of that."
She knew it was a stupid come back and she wanted nothing more than to wince as the words left her mouth. But Clarke couldn't help but feel slightly smug as she saw the taller woman's eyebrows shoot up towards her hairline a bit before schooling her features back into a scowl once more.
"You mean to tell me you're Clarke?"
The blonde reeled back, a bit surprised that the woman knew her name,"Yeah. How the hell do you know my name?"
The brunette looked her over for a second before turning back to finish repacking the boxes,"I'm Lexa. I just moved in across from you…unfortunately. My neighbor, in 5D, told me about you. Seems she's quite…taken with you."
Clarke's angry flush swapped itself for an embarrassed blush. Niylah, the woman who she had slept with one time after a party that Raven just had to throw at her apartment, was kind but just a bit clingy and pointblank. Clarke had no doubt in her mind that Niylah just let it 'slip' that they had slept together while telling Lexa all about her.
And judging by the way Lexa looked at her with a devious smirk that was exactly what happened.
"What I do on my own time is my business. Not yours," Clarke huffed as she maneuvered around the mess and closed the short distance to her door, now noticing the boxes that lined the wall opposite of it.
"I think you mean who," she heard Lexa say smugly.
She turned and pinned the brunette with a glare before pushing her way inside her apartment and slamming the door. As she leaned back against it she sore she could hear Lexa snort out a chuckle before her footsteps receded down the hallway. Clarke groaned inwardly as she replayed the last few minutes in her head.
The last thing she needed right now was for an insufferable new neighbor who clearly thought that she was all high and mighty. And the fact that Clarke was instantly attracted to her, before she opened her mouth, didn't help her cause any. Now she would have to dodge and weave to stay away from Lexa because there was no doubt that they would just continue to argue with one another just like they were seconds ago. And Clarke didn't have time nor the patience to deal with that. Not with midterms coming up. No way.
A small shuffle outside her door caught her attention and had her turning around to investigate through the glass peep hole on her door. Blue eyes adjusted through the lens to see Lexa lugging more boxes into her apartment. Clarke couldn't help but bite her lip to stifle the moan that left her throat. The brunette had removed her denim shirt to reveal a tank top underneath leaving her slightly muscular arms bare and showing off a tattoo on her right bicep. The white material clung to her abdomen and, as Lexa walked back out her apartment, she could clearly see the outline of abs.
Breathless, Clarke pushed herself away from her door and tried to collect herself. She was supposed to be angry at Lexa, not getting herself hot and bothered by the image of her in a tank top. The woman had insulted her brain for crying out loud! Anger spiking, Clarke moved further into her apartment and threw her bag onto the couch before making her way towards the kitchen for a much needed beer.
As she popped the top off and took a long sip she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. Pulling it out a smile ghosted across her face as Raven's name and a picture of the fiery Latina covered the screen. Clarke hit the accept button before taking a seat at her dining room table.
"Hey, how's my favorite mechanic?"
"She's doing fucking awesome!" Raven all but yelled into the phone,"I just finished fixing that car today, you know the one for that senator guy or whatever he is? He payed me triple what I normally charge! So, how about you and me hit up that new club, Polis, downtown? Food and drinks on me!"
Clarke giggled a bit as she took another swig of her beer,"Hell yes. You think I would turn down free food and drinks? Not a chance. Plus I could totally use the distraction right now."
"Oh? Something got your panties in a twist?"
"More like someone," Clarke scoffed,"I'll tell you when we get to Polis because I have to get ready, unless you want me to pick me up while I'm wearing sweat pants and an old t-shirt."
Raven's laugh flowed through the phone's speaker,"You'd probably still be able to pick up a major hottie even in sweats, but I'd prefer you in something else. Why not pull out that sexy blue number in the back of your closet? Give it a little ride around the club tonight. I mean, we are technically celebrating."
"It has been a while since I wore it," Clarke said as she played with her now half empty beer bottle,"Why the hell not? Give me about thirty minutes and I'll be ready."
"Sure! I'll see you soon princess," Raven said.
Clarke cringed at the nickname,"I should really strangle Fin for getting you started on that name."
"Well, I don't feel like bailing you out of jail tonight so that'll have to wait. Now, go get ready!" Raven teased before hanging up.
Clarke sat her phone down on the table as she stood up and made her way towards her room. Thankfully she had taken a shower that morning and only needed to apply her makeup and fix up her hair that was currently thrown up in a messy ponytail. Walking into her ensuite bathroom she flipped the light switch and walked over to the counter where her makeup bag currently sat. She looked herself over in the mirror for a minute before deciding that she would stay light on the makeup.
She applied some eyeshadow, giving her eyes a light smoky look, followed by a bit of mascara, and then a natural colored lip gloss. Makeup done, Clarke was ready to start on the real problem…her wild hair. Normally her hair flowed down her back in natural loose waves but thanks to her putting it up in a bun while wet it was currently in misshapen curls. Sighing, Clarke realized that she would have to pull out her curling iron to fix the damage down to it.
Fifteen minutes after pulling out the curling iron Clarke was running her fingers through bouncy waves to give them a somewhat more natural look. With a quick once over she deemed herself ready to get dressed and realized she had barely enough time to do so before Raven would show up. True to her word, once she had made it back into her room and over to the closet, Clarke reached towards the back and pulled out the 'blue sexy number' that Raven insisted she wear.
After chucking her sweats and t-shirt into the laundry hamper in the corner of her room, Clarke pulled the dress up her body and smiled at the snug fit. She instantly fell in love with the dress after trying it on during a weekend shopping trip with Raven. The dress was a sleeveless bandage bodycon dress and was a deep blue that made her eyes simply sparkle and pop. The last time she had worn this dress she found herself bringing home a nice bit of company in the form of an all too willing female, not that she was complaining.
Just as she was slipping into her nude heels, the sound of her front door opening and closing caught her attention.
"Princess! Are you ready yet? I've been outside for like ten minutes!" Raven's voice carried down the hallway.
Clarke rolled her eyes as she grabbed her bag off her bed and walked out the bedroom. The Latina was currently leaning against the wall at the edge of the hallway messing with her nails until she caught sight of the blonde.
"About damn time. I thought I would have to send a search party."
Blue eyes rolled once more,"I literally have two minutes left from the thirty I told you I needed. It's not my fault you're impatient."
"Whatever," Raven said as she pushed herself off the wall and grabbed Clarke's hand to begin dragging her towards the door,"Let's go! I'm ready to drink to my hearts content. I got us a Lyft for the night, that way we won't end up walking home like last time."
Clarke laughed as she closed and locked the door behind her,"You mean when I had to walk home and carry you all the way?"
"Hey, to be fair, I walked for a good five minutes before my legs turned to jelly," Raven said as they made their way down the flights of stairs.
"Sure you did," Clarke scoffed.
The banter was light between them as they reached the ground floor. Exiting the building Clarke allowed Raven to lead her over to where their driver waited patiently for them. The man, no more than two years older than them, kindly opened the door for them before shutting it softly behind them. The ride to the club was filled with music and laughter and a surprise mini flask of vodka that Raven had pulled out from God knows where. Before long their driver was pulling to a stop at the front of Polis.
After thanking the man and checking to make sure their scheduled pick up time was correct both ladies made their way towards the entrance of the club. The line outside the large double doors would have had anyone groaning at the thought of the long wait but Clarke didn't even spare it a second glance. Not when she had Raven Reyes with her. Her best friend knew how to whip her high ponytail around, bat her eyelashes, flaunt the perfect curve of her ass, and get what she wanted.
Every time.
So, the sharp glares and loud gasps as the somewhat flustered bouncer moved the velvet rope aside for them to enter didn't have any effect on either of them. They were used to it. And neither Clarke nor Raven cared about any thing else than getting some alcohol running through their systems and dancing the night away on the dance floor.
Polis was almost like any other club in Washington just…larger. The floor ahead of them was filled with a sea of bodies, all moving along with the beat of the music pumping loudly through the speakers. A few tables were scattered through the large area. Each one already filled with people drinking and mingling. The wall opposite them held a bar, stretching from one end of the club to the other. The right wall was lined with nothing but booths, brimming with college students and a few older patrons as they drank the night away. On the other side, the left wall, was a DJ's booth that was currently filled with some hot new DJ currently jumping along with the music himself as he turned a few knobs and dials on the soundboard.
Blue eyes caught a winding metal staircase and when Clarke looked up she caught sight of the lavish VIP loft area. Another bar, smaller than the one on the ground floor, sat in the center. A few tables sat along the edge near the railing but the rest of the VIP section was filled with five round leather couches. Each one blocked off by velvet ropes and surrounded by sheer white curtains. In the center of each couch was a low glass table, each housing a chilled bottle of wine and sparkling wine glasses.
Fancy.
But Clarke wasn't worried about the VIP section right now. Her mind was focused on getting her and Raven through the crowd and over to the bar to order the strongest drink they had. She would need to drink her weight in alcohol to forget about the rude ass that was her new neighbor. Pale hands gripped onto the Latina's hands and began to lead them through the sweating bodies, not caring too much when they were bumped into. Everyone was pretty much drunk off their asses and stumbling into anything and everything.
"Long Island Ice Tea, please," Clarke yelled out to the bartender as they finally reached the bar and occupied two seats.
Raven yelled her order to the bartender as well before he disappeared to make their drinks. They waited a few moments in comfortable silence, each one surveying the bar. Not five minutes later their drinks were placed in front of them, signaling for the beginning of a night filled with alcohol.
"So," Raven began as she sipped her Jungle Juice,"You going to tell me about this someone who's got your panties in a twist?"
Clarke rolled her eyes and took a long swig of her drink to prepare herself for the oncoming story.
"Some woman moved into the apartment across from mine today. She was carrying a loud of boxes, which she shouldn't have been doing because she obviously couldn't see, and ran straight into me. Then she had the gull to cuss me out about how I should have been the one to watch where I was going. Then she made a comment about being too caught up in my 'small brain' to pay attention to my surroundings -don't even say anything, Reyes," Clarke quickly cut her off when Raven opened her mouth,"And apparently she met Niylah when she got in, so you know how that goes."
Raven's heard the stories of the blonde and how she pretty much bragged to anyone who came near Clarke that they had slept together. Basically it was just her trying to claim someone that wasn't really her's to begin with. Someone that would never be her's.
"I told her what I do on my own time is my own business and she fucking smirks and says 'I think you mean who'. Like, really? Who does that?"
"Damn, Griffin. You've got it bad," Raven said as she casually sipped her drink and stared at her friend.
"What do you mean?"
"Obviously, both of you were clearly wrong. You're neighbor…does she have a name?"
"Lexa," Clarke said begrudgingly.
"Lexa, okay. Obviously, Lexa shouldn't have been carrying so many boxes and obviously you shouldn't have been stuck up in Griffin wonderland like you always are. Both of you should have been paying attention. So therefore, you both were in the wrong," Raven shrugged.
Clarke gripped her drink a little tighter in her hand. Of course, Raven Reyes just had to pop in with her logic and bring down Clarke's mood. The blonde knew it was stupid, but she automatically put all the blame on the brunette because she knew that she had been in the wrong. She knew that she should have been paying attention to her surroundings instead of daydreaming like she had been. But her damn pride wouldn't let her live up to it. Instead, her damn pride mouthed the first thing she thought of after Lexa's words were spat into her face. Which lead to her blaming the brunette.
"Ugh, why are you always like this, Raven?" Clarke said as she rested her head onto the bar.
"Just perks of being a fucking genius," Raven said smugly,"Besides, I haven't even told you the other half of what I'm thinking."
Clarke's head shot up from the table, brow crinkling in confusion,"What are you talking about?"
Raven cocked an eyebrow in her direction as she downed the rest of her drink,"How you have the hots for Lexa."
Clarke, who had been in the middle of sipping her drink, choked a bit as the alcohol went down the wrong pipe and burned the back of her throat. Coughing a bit, she took a few deep breathes before glaring over at her friend.
"I'm sorry, you think I have to hots for Lexa. A woman I don't even know who was completely rude to me as soon as I met her?" Clarke asked, bewildered.
"Well duh. There's like crazy sexual tension floating around you when you say her name. You think she's hot and you want a piece of her," Raven said nonchalantly as she flagged down the bartender for another drink.
Clarke sat back in her seat, contemplating her best friend's words. She wasn't wrong. She'd felt something akin to desire when she had first set eyes on the woman sprawled out on the floor in front of her. But that had quickly switched to anger when she opened her mouth and after that changed to wanton desire when she watched her through her peep hole. Clarke bit her lip, keeping herself silent as she was afraid she might say something that would just dig her further into the hole that Raven had pushed her into. She turned in her chair and let her eyes wonder over the crowded club as she listened to Raven thank the bartender for her drink. As she down a healthy sip of her drink blue eyes caught a familiar form making it's way towards the bar.
Brunette waves.
Sharp jawline.
Powerful frame.
Tan skin.
Green eyes.
Fucking Lexa.
Clarke quickly spun back in her chair, set her drink down on the glass surface of the bar, and grabbed ahold of Raven's hand that held her fresh drink.
"Lexa's fucking here. She's coming this way," Clarke bit out.
Raven promptly wiggle her hand out of Clarke's grasp and began craning her neck upwards in search for the brunette, even though she had no clue what she looked like,"Where? I want to see the fine piece of ass that's caught your attention."
"Would you stop looking," Clarke yelped as she turned Raven's head from Lexa's direction,"And she hasn't caught my attention. She's just an asshole that I can't stand."
"You literally talked to her for five minutes," Raven snorted, still trying to look over her shoulder for the mysterious woman.
Clarke went to make a snappy comeback before she felt someone settle into the empty seat beside her and the smooth, commanding voice flow from them towards the bartender.
"Whiskey. Neat."
And Clarke wanted to snort. She knew that voice. Even after only hearing it for five minutes. And leave it to Lexa to be old fashioned and drink whiskey at a club. Clarke's back was ridged as she tired to subtly turn her body away from Lexa, trying not to draw attention to herself. She caught Raven's eyes and watched her mouth 'Is that her?' as she nodded her head towards the brunette. Clarke just widened her eyes a bit and shook her head as if to tell her 'not right now'.
After the bartender had set her drink down in front of her Clarke was sure that Lexa was going to take her leave, disappear in the crowd and away from Clarke. Obviously, fate had other plans.
"You know I'm not the least bit surprised that I ran into you here," Lexa's smoothed voice flowed into her ear.
Clarke's head whipped around, her brain long forgotten that she was trying to keep her distance from the brunette,"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you seem like the typical blonde who likes to party. Comes out with friends, drinks her weight in alcohol, and passes out drunk in bed only to wake up with a killer hang over the next day," Lexa explained.
Typical blonde? Oh, she'll show her typical.
But before she could respond beside her, Raven snorted. Almost losing her drink through her nose in the process. Lexa smirked and Clarke glared at the Latina. The blonde's cheeks flushed. Raven had snorted because she knew Lexa was right. Time and time again had that exact same scenario played out for Clarke during a night out with friends…not that she would admit that to Lexa. Well, now she didn't have to because Raven all but confirmed it for her.
"Even your friend knows I'm right," Lexa smirked into her glass of whiskey.
Clarke's nostrils flared as Raven stood from her seat and moved over to the empty chair beside Lexa. The Latina sat down and offered her hand to the brunette who promptly accepted it.
"Raven Reyes. I'm the best friend. I've heard a bit about you through this one's whining, but you don't seem as bad as she lets on."
"Lexa Woods," The brunette replies simply,"What exactly has she said about me?"
"Oh, just a few things here and there. Nothing important. Although…," Raven trailed off as her eyes darted over to Clarke and the blonde's own blue orbs widened in horror,"I did mention that I felt a bit of sexual tension whenever she said your name. Maybe there's something you can do to help that."
And just like that, Raven was gone. Disappearing into the crowd and leaving her there with the rude ass that had insulted her brain. When she found Raven she was going to use every bit of her medial expertise to make sure she suffered a slow death.
"Well she's…something," Lexa drawled out as she finished the rest of her whiskey.
Clarke only rolled her eyes, downed the rest of her drink, and stood from her chair. The blonde silently prayed that the brunette wouldn't follow her as she made her way towards the bathroom. As she entered the lady's room Clarke found it surprisingly empty. She honestly didn't know why she was in here. She didn't need to use the bathroom. But she didn't feel like facing Lexa just yet. So she strut over to the sink and washed her hands, fixed her hair, and just tried to find anything to do other than go back out and see green eyes staring into her's.
A soft click had Clarke's eyes darting up and into the mirror. Lexa leaned heavily against the door, hands in her pockets, and locked clicked into place. No one would be coming in. Clarke had to swallow past a lump in her throat at the thought.
"What do you want, Lexa? Why are you here?"
Lexa didn't answer. Instead, she calmly pushed away from the door and made her way towards the blonde. Clarke was a deer caught in the headlights. No where to go as she was backed against the bathroom counter. She almost let out a yelp as her ass came into contact with the smooth marble, her hands gripping the edge to steady her suddenly shaking knees. Lexa was now in her personal space, breathing the same air as her, eyes flickering down to pink lips.
"You're friend did say something about sexual tension. Maybe she's right. Maybe there's something I can do to help you," Lexa said dangerously low.
A jolt ran down to Clarke's core. The huskiness of Lexa's voice. The alcohol burning through her bloodstream. Or the fact that they were in the bathroom of a club, only a lock and five inches of wood separating them from someone walking in on them. It had to have been one of those things that had her throwing herself onto Lexa.
They became a tangled mess. Lips clashing, teeth nipping, and tongues battling. Hands snuck under clothes, smoothed across heated skin and deliciously tightened their hold on hips. Clarke's lips broke away from Lexa's as she was hauled up onto the counter. Her head tipped back and she raked her nails down the fabric of Lexa's shirt as the brunette trailed fiery kisses down the column of her throat. Clarke moaned out, her back arching as warm hands pushed under her dress, her bra, and cupped full breasts.
"Fuck, Clarke," Lexa moaned out as she kneaded the soft mounds.
Clarke's breath raged faster in her chest at the sensations. Her brain couldn't -didn't- want to process what she was about to do with this woman. A woman who she had only met some few hours ago. A woman who she felt a sort of hatred for, yet also a bit of warmth for. A warmth she couldn't yet explain. But right now, none of that seemed to matter.
And just as Clarke's hands were about to reach down and tug the hem of her dress up and over her head, a loud bag sounded from the door. Both women jumped but didn't move too far away from each other.
"Open the damn door! Some people have to pee too ya know!" A slurred voice sounded from outside.
Clarke only had enough time to roll her eyes before her face was being turned back to Lexa and her lips were devouring her's again. After a few seconds of just kissing and nipping, tasting, did they break apart. Lexa rested her forehead against Clarke's and tried to control her ragged breathing.
"How about we get out of here?" Lexa suggested.
"You're place or mine?"
"Mine's closer," Lexa joked.
"Mine's probably cleaner," Clarke rasped.
And suddenly Clarke was being lifted, hands of steel gripping her thighs and helping them wrap around strong hips. Her arms linked around a delicate neck as Lexa carried her across the bathroom before slamming her into the door. Clarke gasped as the brunette's hips rolled into her's, her head falling back with a low thump against the door.
"You're place it is then."
Clarke felt like whining as Lexa let her slide back down to the floor, helping fix her dress as soon as her feet touch the ground. Once fixed and presentable Lexa unlocked the door and pushed Clarke hastily through it, barely missing the drunk female that waited at the door who barely paid them any mind before rushing inside. Both women quickly paid their tabs, Clarke ordering a quick shot and throwing it back as she waited for Lexa. She tried to look for Raven so she could give her the signal that she was leaving but she couldn't seem to find the Latina anywhere. But all her thoughts of her friend disappeared as she felt someone at her back, hands slinking around her hips and warm breath against her ear.
"Let's get out of here," Lexa smooth voice commanded as she pushed her forward.
Clarke couldn't really remember how she ended up outside the club or how she ended up in Lexa's car, the brunette still perfectly fine to drive after barely having one drink. All that seemed to swirl around her mind was Lexa. The feeling of Lexa's lips against her's. On her skin. Hands kneading her breasts helplessly. Her tongue against her skin. She shivered as she imagined it in other places. And still, she couldn't fathom why she so badly wanted Lexa. She was supposed to hate her. She had insulted her for crying out loud. But yet her body still called to her. Begged to pull her closer and just feel her body against her's. She wanted her. And there was no stopping it. Not now.
The ride back was shorter than Clarke remember. Maybe it was the alcohol or just the pure lust coursing through her veins. Whichever it was she was grateful. Because it lead to her being pushed up against the corridor wall just that much faster. As Lexa switched them around, kept pinning Clarke against the wall again and again, the blonde tried to find her keys. When she finally found them she almost dropped them when Lexa nipped particularly hard on her pulse point causing Clarke to moan out as she felt wetness pool between her thighs.
She physically had to push Lexa away so she could unlock her door, but even then Lexa was pushing her against the door. Pulling Clarke's ass to grind against her hips and running her lips down her clothed spine. And when she finally got the door open the brunette didn't hesitate to push her inside, quickly finding the couch and throwing her down onto it, pinning her there.
"Don't move. I'll be right back."
And Lexa was gone. Out the door and leaving Clarke a breathless mess on her couch. She waited what felt like hours before she finally pushed herself up from the leather surface, figuring that Lexa wasn't coming back. As she rounded the couch her door opened to reveal Lexa once again. Green met blue and they locked together.
"Didn't I tell you not to move?" Lexa asked as she stalked towards the blonde.
Clarke's center throbbed with need at the commanding tone. She wasn't normally one for plays of dominance but something about letting Lexa dominate her had dripping. Too lost in her thoughts she failed to notice when the brunette finally reached her. Hands suddenly gripped her hips and turned her around to lean over the back of her couch, ass out and back arching. And she suddenly found why Lexa disappeared those few minutes as the woman pressed her hips into her's and the feeling of a firm length was pressed into her ass.
Clarke moaned for all that she was worth when she realized just what Lexa had planned for her. What she planned to use on her. The blonde's walls clenched around nothing at the anticipation and she almost begged for Lexa to hurry up.
"Answer me, Clarke. Didn't I tell you not to move?" Lexa asked again her hips jogging forward slightly.
"Yes," Clarke husked out.
And just when Clarke thought she was going to have to beg for it, have to be punished for moving, she felt Lexa's hands push her dress up and grab ahold of the side of her panties. Her shrill gasp rang around her apartment as the brunette ripped the fabric from her skin and let it fall to the floor in tattered pieces. She squirmed as the cool air met her dripping center and she mewled at the feeling. She wiggled her hips a bit as she listened to Lexa pop the button on her jeans and push them down to her knees to reveal the harness strapped around her person. The strap-on bounced slightly as it sprung from it's confides and Clarke gasped as it moved against her skin.
"You're lucky I'm feeling generous tonight. Any other time and it would be different," Lexa ground out as she ran the rubber shaft along Clarke's center,"Are you ready?"
Clarke could only reply with a breathless nod. This wasn't by far what she expected but she wasn't complaining. The alcohol burned through her body and made her do crazy things. She was sure had she not downed that last shot that she would be sending Lexa back to her own apartment. But right now, she was glad she took that shot.
A low moan, her back arching, hands trying to grip the leather couch beneath her as Lexa pushed forward. Sinking deliciously into her. And as Lexa bottomed out neither one could stop the moans that escaped them. She was glad that the woman stilled for a few moments and let her adjust to the length before pulling out and quickly pushing forward once more. As she began to pick up her pace, Clarke skin tingled.
It burned with need and desire and had her absolutely melting against the couch. Her body jerked forward with every one of Lexa's thrusts and she couldn't stop her head from turning so she could peer over her shoulder at the woman. In the midst of everything, Lexa had removed her shirt, leaving her clad only in a sports bra and her jeans still around her knees, slowly falling her ankles. Her eyes drifted down to Lexa's abs as they clenched with every thrust and they suddenly spurred another moan from Clarke. Then Lexa's eyes found her's and everything changed.
Lexa quickly pulled away, spun her around and lifted her up. With some fumbling and almost tripping the brunette had removed herself from her pants and was quickly moving them towards god knows where. The only thing Clarke was worried about at the moment was having Lexa back inside her and thrusting. Her body tensed in pleasure as her back hit a wall and Lexa was pinning her hips there, lining back up at her entrance and slipping inside without hesitation, pulling her dress up and over her head in the rush, leaving her completely bare.
Clarke wrapped her arms around Lexa's neck and let her head fall back as the brunette pounded away inside her. She was sure she could hear the pictures on her wall rattle with each thrust but she didn't care. Didn't care if one fell and sprayed glass all over the floor below their feet. All that mattered was Lexa and her release. Swift thrust after swift thrust had Clarke moaning loudly.
"Bed? Where's you're bedroom, Clarke?" Lexa asked breathlessly.
"Hallway. First door. On the left," Clarke said between moans.
And this time, as Lexa moved them down the hallway, she stayed seated inside Clarke. Velvet walls clenched desperately around the shaft, wishing that Lexa would hurry up so she could move. They moved fast but not fast enough. And Clarke couldn't stop herself from lifting up slightly and sinking back down onto the shaft. Lexa halted, pushing her back against the nearest wall and stilling her hips before jogging her own forward with a few hard thrusts.
"Stay still," Lexa commanded.
Clarke keened. Wanting nothing more than to feel Lexa move. Now. But she stopped. The sooner they got to her room the sooner Lexa could pound away inside her. Help coax her to that amazing release that she was teetering on the edge of. She needed it. Craved it.
Finally, finally they fell back against her bed, still joined, and Lexa didn't even stop to warn her before driving her hips back and forward once more. Clarke cried out at the sudden movement and held onto Lexa as she slammed forward again and again and again. She was finally getting what she wanted but it was becoming too much. She could feel herself loosing control. Slipping towards the stars and that white hot fire that felt so good as it consumed her being.
She tried to protest when Lexa pulled completely out, only to moan deeply when she was flipped over and her hips were raised into the air and she was being filled again. The stretch and the angle had Clarke searching for something to hold onto. To ground her as Lexa's hips lunged forward with abandonment, but still gentle all the same. Hands clung to her hips, helping her drive them back to meet each one of Lexa' thrusts. And Lexa angled her hips just right, hitting that spot inside Clarke over and over and over again.
"Yes, Lexa. Right there. Please, don't stop," Clarke whined out as she drove her hips back as much as she could with Lexa's help.
Once more, she was turning to peak over her shoulder. Once more, blue met green. And suddenly Clarke was soaring. That white hot fire filling her vision and sending her spiraling as wave after wave rushed through her being. Her moans filled the room, along with Lexa's as she felt the woman's hips falter and she was sure the brunette was coming just as hard as she was. The woman's weight settled gently over her back, still seated deep within her, and warm breathe ghosted over her bare back.
Clarke's vision grew hazy. Her buzz and climax mixing together and making her body slump forward with exhaustion. She felt lips brush against her shoulder before she felt Lexa's weight lift off her and the shaft inside her slip out. A low groan slipped from her throat at the feeling, but she was much too tired to voice her complaints. Her eyes fluttered, dangerously close to falling shut and letting her drift off into the wonderful world of dreams. She hadn't expected tonight to end like this. In bed with a woman that she just met and couldn't stand, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. Couldn't bring herself to admit that, if given the chance, she wouldn't change anything that happened tonight.
Finally her dark lashes fluttered once more before falling shut completely. And just before her mind was flung off the edge of unconsciousness she felt a light brush against her forehead and a blanket cover her naked form.
"Good night, Clarke," Lexa whispered before she was lost to the world.