The wind howled through doomed twigs and weathered branches; it lurked shamelessly through agape winter coats with a motivated impulse some would plead, chiefly amongst those obstructed by the gushing frost biting at their exposed crusty skin, and by the gust of untamed wind hissing further down at their extinguished joy.
The apathetic figures waddled on icy sheets through neglected crowds, each comparable by their mutual objective: a destination towards home while wielding a mind-set filled by mental representations of a fireplace amidst crackling firewood - or at least, within their budget limits, a cozy heater sufficed. They sought with mad-driven yearning for the proximity of their frigid bones against flaring warmth.
The double framed casement of a firmly sealed window, at this point, drew an excessive line between paradise and nightmare.
And in the unfolding of recent events paradise adhered to its prophecies of abundant booze: the fruit of the vine, muddled ironically with hellish and taunting lechery. Utterly a twist! The Garden of Eden: ensnared by a satanic lust for flesh and a craving to bask in sweltering flame.
The embodied magnifying fire transmitted itself viciously throughout both sweat-dripping bodies. Lexa had crawled up between Clarke's legs when the mad painting escaping through Clarke's mouth coerced a terrible thirst in her; it enticed pure instinct to transduce into hurried motions, with irrational desire seizing control, imploring to rid her of those soaked panties. Confined, the brunette flung them away, and they fell clumsily beside a stack of coats, boots, pants and shirts.
The predator's eyes were in tune with the hunger and lust clogging in her head. She was brazen enough to hastily grip those full sumptuous thighs which responded to the touch with sensitivity: squirming, with muscles tensing and resisting. Lexa ruthlessly forced them apart.
The tip of her tongue met Clarke's "inviting" moistened inner thigh and expanded across the surface. The lukewarm, dank, supple motion of her spread inner lips, dragging back slowly across flesh to reunite, stimulated Clarke's jerk: her hips melted in raw desire, tilting with their own determination, and Clarke gasped for air; her arms twisted and her fingers clutched around the amber colored bedsheets.
Lexa's tongue brushed against her own lips, ravishing on that delicious sampled taste, before slipping her hands firmly under the girl's lower back. She pressed her mouth against Clarke's flushed pussy which infused a thundering moan to vibrate into Lexa's eardrums, sending shockwaves to her already loudly beating heart. The mixing hot and cold air pounced against raw flesh as Lexa deeply exhaled, its pleasurable effect echoed through Clarke's former carnal sounds.
Her gaze slithered to Clarke's blushing face and tightly sealed eyes. Lexa's pupils widened at the frisky arousal searing in theme with Clarke's parted lips, uncontrollably moaning out in a raspy low tone, "Yes."
Clarke granted admission to the thrill at the core of a rapid sensation gathering up at her throbbing clit and the desperate, aching feeling in her loin. Clarke's pelvis thrust forward as her back arched, accompanied by aggravating shuddering; all sound and touch washed over her.
She felt Lexa's breasts shyly pressing against her hard tipped nipples; their faces, with tendrils messily entwined and hanging loose, were adjacent now. Their mouths collided instantly; and Clarke's impatient tongue delved inside Lexa's mouth, tasting traces of alcohol soaked in the wet devastating mess. Wandering fingers gripped Lexa's upper-back, their nails scratching at her hot flesh, leaving red marks upon a sweaty portion of skin. Slammed with wild desire Clarke bit Lexa's bitter sweetened lower lip before shortly breaking contact; Lexa whimpered as their hungry breaths mingled.
Lead by violent desire to take the reins, Clarke rolled over; Lexa conceded, her back sprawled onto the warm spot on the bed left by its previous occupant.
Clarke's body hovered over Lexa's as she spread her legs, with bent knees jamming at the sides of Lexa's hips. It did not take long till her hand slipped under the girl's underwear, and fingers pressed against the dampness and warmth of the surroundings.
Clarke bit her lip as Lexa groaned and slightly widened the gap between her thighs. The brunette shifted upwards, with elbows and forearms propping against enfolded bedsheets. She indefinitely migrated her hand towards the blonde's head; entangling her fingers in messy hair and hauling her towards her mouth. Their eyes remained shut: savouring the sloppy, desperate fever in their kiss- so contagious - and the trickling sweat sailing upon their skin. Their lips grazed against each other before taking a pause for air. Diaphragms bobbed erratically, forming hectic breathing from the lingering parted lips, their puffs crashed against each other like ships from rapid impact. Clarke neared for another taste but Lexa felt a surge and slanted past Clarke's face; painting mercilessly against her ear and muttering, "Harder."
The hoarse breathing scorched Clarke's mind. She grabbed the woman's stiffened, muscular shoulder, squeezing it as their bodies skimmed against another. Employing her other hand she simultaneously pressed and rubbed firmly against Lexa's swollen clit. As the soft breasts, hidden by strands of scrambled clammy hair, bounced modestly, erect and poised pink nipples peeked through at intervals. A portion of Clarke's neck became exposed, cleared of golden strands, which sought refuge at her posterior.
Grounded in such close proximity, its aftermath entrapped Lexa in every whiff of Clarke's scent. An odor spiced and damp and exquisite rushed like heroin to her brain, running to her jittering thighs.
Driven by impulsive hedonism Lexa pressed her teeth against Clarke's nape, parched by crude desire to leave a mark; Clarke let out a groan at the pleasurable pain and the buzz-like warmth riding through her vessels - forcing eyelids shut. Puffs fleeing from gaps in teeth hit against a softened texture, their harshness relaxing until only prolonged cooling exhales brushed against Clarke's burning neck - a touch of a fresh breeze. Breaths clashed momentarily until scattering in queue with disconnecting bodies, which fumbled, and collapsed onto the bed.
Clarke phased back to consciousness as a ray of light shimmered painfully from the tiny gap in her curtains, directly striking her eyes. The pounding in her head became apparent now; someone was knocking repeatedly on her door, with tuneful rhythms.
Clarke slipped into her undergarments and threw on her thin blue robe. She marched towards the door but not before shooting a glare at the girl laying on her bed. Her mouth opened with the intention of speaking but was interrupted by an overtoned low voice, "Your friend is very enthusiastic."
" Your clothes are on the floor." Clarke gestured.
A portion of Lexa's face was still pressed against the pillow, with her lid half-assedly covering her eye. A murmur responded knowingly, with a pinch of teasinness, "Yes, would you look at that." The pillow draped over her rising eyebrow.
Clarke sighed, she slid her fingers through her hair as she glanced away. "You better be dressed by the time I'm back." Another knock followed and concluded in Clarke scurrying to the front door.
Lexa's head was hammering, and that brightness was mocking her. She stretched towards the curtains and closed them shut. Fuck hangovers.
"Finally!" The girl let out an annoyed whimper. "Next time masturbate on your own goddamn time 'cause I don't have all day," the seriousness in her voice was dissolved by a chuckle. In addition to her quick-wittedness, she was quite a sight with her toned arms, long hazel locks, with braids the color of fine hardwood, and emerald eyes sharp like her chin that she proudly held upwards.
" Wait, what? Who masturbates so early in the morning anyways?" Clarke's furrowed brow was quickly substituted by a grin. " Oh, yes. You would know, Octavia."
Intentional poorly acted laughter resounded as Octavia brushed past Clarke, inviting herself in. " Enough with the sexual comments." She cleared her throat and settled upon a clear objective. "I have good news."
Clarke blinked. " Explains why you're here so damn early."
Octavia discarded the comment, with such a glint of excitement in her eyes and mild fidgeting she practically burst out, "Bellamy is back," layering over Clarke's words with a loudness that paralleled her scorching grin.
"We're going to throw him a party on Friday. Everyone absolutely has to come." She emphasised. Clarke got the message loud and clear, especially when Octavia squeezed Clarke's hands tightly with her own, remaining inattentive about the instance when she had even grabbed them in the first place. She would have made a good thief….
Clarke delved in her joy. "Of course I will come." She beamed. "How is he anyways? Is he okay?"
" Of course he is, he's Bellamy Blake after all." Octavia scoffed.
Clarke's neck finally came to view when the hype drowned down and caused Octavia's smirk. The mischiever pointed towards her own neck as she asked, "Whatcha got there kiddo?"
She was practically jumping as she treaded towards Clarke's room. Clarke shadowed Octavia's movement, not wanting to seem obvious, but her stuttering betrayed her. " It's n-nothing, a mosquito. No need to go to m-my room."
Octavia's face lit up, with a snicker extending to her ears. "In this ass-whipping cold?" Her hand lingered over the door handle, slowly going down in pattern to Clarke's threatening, stern No's. She flung it open when Clarke's arm nearly reached hers. Clarke displaced her hand, now covering her face, in sync to a sigh at Octavia's "Oh my God."
Lexa balanced herself on one leg as her other was sneaking into her pants. Her shirt laid clumsily around her torso and her eyes widened.
Octavia burst into laughter, her lungs barely able to withstand the outbreak.
Lexa swallowed.
Octavia merely darted her eyes between the two until storming out of the room, raising her voice from afar, "I'm going to go make us all some coffee. God knows you'll need it." Her laughter did not fade.
" You know Octavia Blake." Lexa reeled in the fact, discerning that this alone would ease Clarke's what the hell was going on plastered on her face.
" Oh no." Clarke exhausted the syllables as she collapsed her back against the wall of her room, letting it support her weight. She continued narrating, turning thoughts into tangible words. "You're the roommate she was going to introduce to me later today." Her tone was heavy.
Lexa gave an affirmed nod as she zipped her pants. " I definitely can't afford the luxury of choice and from what I heard neither can you." She gulped as she settled her vision at the girl's averted eyes.
Clarke felt a knot forming in her stomach. Brooding over the situation she felt a slight disgust in herself. She exhaled. " Last night didn't happen." She stated while hinting at the truth in Lexa's words: she did not have a choice; so better start establishing the rules now.
The curves of Lexa's lips revealed a sheepish smile as she positioned herself in front of the girl. " Your name is Clarke right? My name is Lexa." She offered her hand.
Clarke looked at her extended sincere gesture before shifting her gaze at those eyes. She had not noticed before how green they were: a deep forest budded in them providing vividness and richness to the presence of winter. The earthbound gaze caught the shades of blue sky in her orbs. She felt an easiness cleansing over her as their hands wrapped loosely.
"Nice to meet you." Clarke's mouth twitched, trying to fight a smile.
Hope you enjoyed, comments + feedback is appreciated!Sex scenes are difficult to write lmao, but so fun.