(S)he calls me the devil

I make h(er) wanna sin

The first time Clarke met her, she wore a very tight fitting black dress. It defined her long neck and sharp collar bone, the things that she later learned to be Clarke's favorite. She wasn't in the mood to party, but she still felt like she should look good. The dark red lipstick and smoky eyes make up seemed to lure Clarke, instead of scaring her. Clarke wasn't intimidated by her, she found a brooding stranger... intriguing.

Every time I knock, (s)he can't help but let me in

"Lexa," Clarke breathed out as she opened the door.

Her eyes quickly took in the way she looked, how the sweat on her skin shimmered underneath the light. Or how her chest moved up and down as she tried to even out her breath. Or how she tilted her head back, hand fanning herself, letting Clarke adore her long, slender neck. Or how the tank top she wore clung to her sweaty body. Or how her leggings seemed to make her long legs even more—

"Clarke." Those green eyes snapped open, shaking Clarke out of her daze. A hint of an amused smile was plastered on Lexa's face. "Can I come in?"

"Y—yes." She croaked out, cheeks heating up. She stepped back to make a room for Lexa to come in, and though there was quite some room left, she swore Lexa's shoulder brushed her hand on purpose. It was only confirmed when Lexa gave her a wink over her shoulder.

Must be homesick for the real

I'm the realest it gets

You probably still adore me

With my hands around your neck

One experiment leads to another. Clarke asked Lexa to try choking her, proving that Lexa was indeed good at everything she did.

Can you feel the warmth? Yeah

As my kiss goes down you like some sweet alcohol

Clarke was burning.

At least she felt like she was.

The way Lexa nipped at her skin, or how her hot breath raised goosebumps on her skin. Lexa's nose nudging on her neck, silently asking her to tilt her head. How her teeth sank on her skin, pearly white against her as pale skin. Tongue soothing, before it went lower and lower.

She left a burning trail of marks.

And Clarke wasn't complaining.

Where I'm coming from, yeah

It's the darker side of me that makes you feel so numb

Clarke had lost count of the times when she couldn't feel her legs after hours spent between the sheets with Lexa.

Cause we're hot like hell

Does it burn when I'm not there?

When you're by yourself

Am I the answer to your prayers?

Lexa dragged her suitcase, cussing under her breath every time it bumped something. She just couldn't wait until she got to her room so she could sleep after that long-ass flight. Surely, Clarke too would be asleep. She got home a day earlier than her original plan, surprising Clarke by being there when she woke up surely would be the best surprise ever.

But she wasn't the one giving a surprise, because when she opened the door to their bedroom, Clarke was sprawled on their bed, writhing. Her eyes snapped open, those bright blue had fallen into a darker shade, Lexa quickly realized. Her rosy lips were parted, breathing ragged, and a sheen of sweat had covered her forehead.

"Lex..." a tone so low it was almost like a growl. "Please, I've missed you."

And Lexa couldn't just stand still, so she helped.

I'm giving you that pleasure heaven

And I'll give it to you

Lexa knew she did everything right when Clarke's back arched off the bed and a scream of her name escaped her lips.

Hotter than hell

A/N: so this one-shot is inspired by Dua Lipa's Hotter Than Hell, hope you like it! even tho it's short

Leave your review! And tell me if I should do more one-shots based on a song? and if so, suggest me the song x