Hi everyone - thanks for the reviews and follows. Really great to get some as the story viewer counter thing is down on fanfiction. That means I can't see how many people are reading (is anyone?) - so reviews feel extra important. It's still down, so I would love it if you can let me know - just a word or two please!

So here's chapter 7 - it's all sex and drama;-)

Chapter Seven

Lexa had debated and dissected the movie with Clarke, and then the other girl had pushed the sushi away and pulled a pack of tictacs off a side table and offered her one. She'd accepted (who wants sushi breath) and then Clarke had just stared at her, all wide eyed and so she'd done what any girl in her position should - she'd kissed her, wrapping her in her arms and lowering her back onto the couch. Clarke had murmured her approval, hands impatiently pushing under her blouse and onto her abs. Lexa didn't think she'd ever want to stop kissing Clarke and had the completely crazy idea that she should marry this girl immediately. Of course, rationally, she knew that was ridiculous, that it was far too soon, but the romantic idea was completely appealing none the less. The kiss grew harder, more passionate and less controlled, Lexa's hands shamelessly all over the girl beneath her.

'You're wearing too many clothes,' Clarke grumbled several minutes later, breaking the kiss to shove at Lexa's blouse, before bringing nimble fingers to the buttons which she undid before pushing the garment off. Warm hands held her chest, rubbing her nipples through her bra until Clarke suddenly broke their kiss and surged her head forward to suck a nipple into her mouth, through the cotton of her bra. Lexa gasped and wriggled against the thigh between her legs. Fuck, but she was a horny mess. She moved off of Clarke and onto her knees before reaching for the hem of her top and peeling it off of the girl, eyes dilating at the sight of Clarke in a pale blue bra, those gorgeous breasts there for her to stare at. After a moment of unabashed staring, her hands found the top of Clarke's tights and skirt, but she hesitated,

'Can I?'

'Yes, please,' Clarke nodded, 'and please take off your jeans too.' Lexa pulled the skirt and tights down Clarke's legs. Clearly she'd cut the foot off one to make room for her cast and Lexa was extra careful when she pulled them over her broken ankle. She even leaned forward to kiss the toes of that foot. She tossed the items aside before standing and wriggling out of her jeans. 'You have the most perfect body,' Clarke was starring at her, her tongue poking out and her eyes dark.

'Speak for yourself,' Lexa's eyes hadn't moved from the vision before her. She dropped back to the couch but not on top of Clarke, instead she trailed kisses up smooth legs, to a chorus of gasps and moans, before catching Clarke's eyes and pressing a long warm kiss against her centre.

'Holy fucking crap,' Clarke gasped, her hips bucking instinctively.

'Can I taste you?' Lexa could hear the pleading in her voice but didn't care. She was desperate.

'Taste me?'

'Yeah, I wanna make you come with my mouth.'

'No ones ever...uh...'

'Then they're all fools,' Lexa growled. 'Trust me.'

'Ok,' Clarke nodded and Lexa carefully peeled off her panties, moaning at the wetness glistening between Clarke's legs.

'God you're gorgeous,' she lay between Clarke's legs, unashamedly staring.

'You're staring,' Clarke twitched.

'I'll stop staring,' Lexa promised untruthfully and poked out her tongue, running it across her. Clarke cried out, her hips lifting from the couch. It was extremely gratifying, and so she thrust her tongue in further, exploring the other girl, before sucking her clit into her mouth. The effect was awesome. 'Can I use my fingers?'

'Fuck yeah,' Clarke groaned and pushed Lexa's face into her with her hands.

'That's lesbian sex,' Lexa warned before flicking Clarke's clit with her tongue.

'Then I want lesbian sex with you. Do it Lexa,' Clarke huffed, and Lexa didn't need asking twice. She continued to torture Clarke's clit as she trailed a finger through wet folds, teasing until the girl was a gasping, writhing mess, at which point she pushed the finger inside of her, pumping it several times as she kissed and sucked, then added another finger. Clarke came pretty quick, probably in less than a minute, her hands tugging Lexa's hair, her thighs clamping around her head, her whole body heaving. It was so fantastic that Lexa curled her fingers and kept on pumping, bringing her other hand to Clarke's swollen clit. 'Oh my god,' Clarke was tugging her hair, trying to pull her up, but Lexa didn't want to stop touching her. 'Kiss me,' she growled, and so Lexa kept the fingers pumping and shifted her palm to take over from her other hand, and moved so she and Clarke were face to face. The girl was breathing hard and she grabbed her into a fierce, desperate kiss, as her hips tried to thrust against the hand Lexa still had inside of her. Lexa gasped as Clarke pushed a warm, desperate hand into the cup of her bra, holding her breast as her fingers squeezed and teased the nipple. 'I'm going to come,' Clarke flung her head back, squeezing Lexa's boob almost painfully, her breathing erratic before she felt Clarke's body tighten around her fingers and the girl cried out, a strangled noise of pleasure. She smirked, pleased with herself and Clarke targeted her moment of weakness rolling Lexa underneath her and inserting her body between her thighs, their chests bumping together as she kissed her wildly, passionately. Then Clarke was shifting, straddling one of Lexa's thighs and her hand was pushing beneath the waistband of Lexa's panties, fingers tracking a skilled path to their goal that had Lexa shaking in anticipation. Clarke didn't disappoint.

'Holy fuck,' Lexa's head fell back.

'I may not have done this to another girl before, but I have done it to myself,' Clarke breathed in her ear, as she thrust fingers inside her and rubbed firm circles against Lexa's clit.

'Please don't judge my stamina by how quickly I come,' Lexa panted feeling her body already begin to peak,

'Never,' Clarke smirked, pushing the cup of Lexa's bra down and claiming one perfect nipple with her mouth. She actually giggled against the skin when Lexa's body betrayed her by tightening and then letting loose in a spectacular wave of euphoria. 'My, my commander, that didn't take long,' Clarke was goddamn nuzzling her nipple and Lexa couldn't think. Then Clarke was slipping from her grasp shimmying down her body, licking her abs and tugging panties over her hips and then staring intently between Lexa's legs. 'You're really gorgeous,' Clarke practically growled and it made Lexa's body twist with a delicious ache, an ache that responded directly to the feel of Clarke's mouth against her. 'Tell me if I'm doing this wrong,' Clarke smiled up at her from between her thighs and that was practically enough.

'Uh, you're good,' she gasped and Clarke was. She experimented a little but God it felt amazing and Lexa shamelessly thrust her hips until Clarke giggled and held them still with a firm hand.

'Clarke,' she cooed the girls name as her body exploded a second time. If the first had been spectacular, this was mind blowing and seemed to last forever. 'Come here,' she dragged Clarke up her body when she could finally breathe again and wrapped the girl in her arms.

'Hmm that was fun,' Clarke nestled her face against Lexa's neck.

'Yeah? I mean it was your first time right? It was definitely ok?' Lexa held her tightly.

'Oh I loved doing that to you, don't worry about that,' Clarke seemed to realize Lexa was slightly worried and she drew patterns on Lexa's abs with her index finger. 'I'll do it again and again and again if you want to be sure.'

'I won't say no,' the smile was audible in her voice.

'I'm sure you won't,' Clarke teased. 'It was ok? I mean you need to help me if I could do it better. I'm fine with constructive criticism.'

'No criticism here. It was awesome,' Lexa told her honestly. 'Better than awesome. You were amazing.'

'Thanks,' Clarke said and Lexa looked at her, loving the slightly red flush on her cheeks. 'You know I'm really sleepy,' she yawned and Lexa felt apprehensive. Was Clarke hinting for her to go, or stay, or what? She wanted to stay, desperately, but she knew she aught to offer to go, because Clarke didn't say "let's go to bed," but "you know I'm really sleepy." Lexa cursed her insecurities.

'Would you like me to, uh, go?'

'Uh, do you want to go?' Clarke pushed herself away from Lexa and stared at her, her hair a golden waterfall around her face. Lexa felt her stomach tighten at the sight of her.

'No,' she admitted, moving her hand to Clarke's cheek, touching it almost reverentially.

'Of course I want you to stay, Lexa,' Clarke chided, 'how can you ravish me in the morning if you're not here?'

'Haha,' Lexa grinned happily and pulled her in for a long kiss.

'You feel like being all strong and sexy and carrying me to my room with a stop by the washroom on the way there?'

'Yeah,' Lexa wanted to have this girl in her arms forever. She hadn't felt this way in a long time, or ever, and she couldn't explain it, not rationally, though love and lust weren't particularly rational. She stood and pulled Clarke to her foot before scooping her into her arms. 'Are you able to use your crutches?' she asked with a smirk and Clarke blushed,

'Yeah, completely, but this is far more fun.'

'It is,' Lexa agreed, loving the feel of Clarke's bare ass bumping against her abs. 'Especially with you naked.'

'Hmmm,' Clarke agreed, her eyes dark.


Lexa awoke feeling disorientated. The room was too warm, and something heavy was lying on top of her. She shook her head slightly, and something tickled her nose, a waft of strawberries filling her senses and immediately turning her on. Lexa opened her eyes to see the delightfully naked Clarke spread across her, one leg thrown around her waist so her naked centre rested against Lexa's abs. It was a fucking turn on, and reaching for a mint from the packet Clarke had left beside the bed after claiming she hated bad breath, Lexa decided to take full advantage of waking in a pretty girl's bed. She smirked at Clarke's gasp and moan.


Lexa helped Clarke to Grounders later on in the morning, after sex, breakfast, showers and more sex. Lexa was shamelessly addicted to the blond which wasn't a problem because she seemed to be shamelessly addicted to her. Clarke walked beside her, using her crutches as Lexa hovered protectively, Clarke's computer and notes on her shoulder. She'd been thrilled to discover that Clarke's building was only about a block from Grounders.

'You know if you'd come back to mine last night this would have been a lot easier,' she informed the other girl.

'Why, where do you live?'

'Above Grounders,' Lexa smirked and Clarke laughed,

'If only I'd known,' she cooed, before stopping and pulling Lexa, rather awkwardly, close for a kiss.

'Can I uh, see you tonight?' Lexa asked as they continued walking and paused by the door to her coffee shop, Anya, Lincoln and Indra all inside with the mid morning rush. Clarke's answer was to press her lips to Lexa's yet again.

'Mistletoe,' she explained with a cheeky smile. 'And yeah.'

'You wanna catch a movie? Or dinner?'

'I honestly don't care so long as it's with you,' Clarke fluttered her lashes and Lexa felt her entire body warm at the words.

'Ok, let's get you warm,' Lexa pushed open the door and Clarke hopped through, moving straight to her usual chair, placing the crutches down but hesitating to sit. Lexa carefully put her work stuff onto the table and smiled uncertainly. 'You want the usual?'

'Uh, not quite,' Clarke reached out and took Lexa's hand. 'I mean yes I'd love a coffee and a scone but what I really want is you, for just a minute longer. I know you have work and I promise you I'm not some needy girl, it's just...god, you're so pretty and so nice and...'

'Shut up,' Lexa smirked and her arms slid around Clarke's waist before she lowered her lips to hers. 'I really like you Clarke,' she murmured and Clarke lit up.

'Well good,' she squeezed Lexa into a tight hug before falling back into the comfy chair.

'I'll go get your stuff.'

'Thanks.'


Three weeks later (5 days before Christmas)

'You're stating,' Anya stated pointedly and Lexa rolled her eyes,

'She likes it when I stare,' she admitted and caught Clarke's eye. They smiled at each other and Clarke blew her a kiss, a faint blush on her cheeks as she refocused on her computer.

'I'm glad you're happy Lexa.'

'I am happy. She makes me feel really, really happy.

'I know. She even convinced you to get a Christmas tree - that's impressive.'

'This is the first time I've actually looked forward to Christmas since my parents died,' Lexa admitted. 'God, I think I'm totally in love with her.'

'I'm shocked,' Anya muttered sarcastically with a laugh and when Lexa turned to look at her quizzically she explained, 'You're always with her, or talking about her, or thinking about her. You've seen her every night for the last three weeks, you know?'

'I always want to see her,' Lexa didn't care to hide it.

'I think the feeling is mutual by the way,' Anya nudged Lexa who looked back to Clarke, only to find her staring at her this time. She smiled. 'Have you told her?'

'It's too quick,' Lexa rolled her eyes. 'I mean I might scare her off. We haven't even had an argument yet.'

'That's a bad thing?' Anya asked and Lexa shrugged,

'Well you don't really know someone until you see how they fight. She might break me, you know?'

'I doubt the girl would break you.'

'The people we love the most, have the power to hurt us most,' Lexa sighed. 'And I really am crazy about her.'

'I know,' Anya squeezed her shoulder. 'What are to two doing tonight?'

'Well tonight I thought I'd stay here and help Lincoln and Indra - the band that's coming in tonight has quite a big following.'

'You're not going out with your girlfriend?' Anya seemed surprised but Lexa just loved it when anyone said Clarke was her girlfriend,

'Her mom's taking her and her friends for dinner tonight,' she explained.

'You're not invited?' Anya frowned.

'She sort of said I could come but I think it's a Christmas tradition that they all have.'

'Oh.'

'And it's only been about four weeks of us actually dating. Maybe she's not ready to introduce me?'

'Maybe,' Anya doubted that. Lexa watched as Clarke shoved her stuff away and grabbed her crutches before heading to the counter.

'Hey beautiful,' Lexa cooed and Clarke smiled, leaning over the counter to capture the other girls lips. 'You all done?'

'I'm very, very distracted today,' Clarke gave a small little shrug.

'What's up?' Lexa frowned completely missing Clarke's tone. The blond rolled her eyes,

'I want to fraternize,' she whisper into Lexa's ear, running her tongue over the lobe of her ear. Lexa shivered,

'Shall we go upstairs?'

'Hmm, yeah,' Clarke agreed. 'I want your hand in me Lex,' her voice was low and husky and Lexa's body responded immediately.

'My office is closer,' she mumbled and Clarke's eyes lit up,

'Fraternizing in the coffee shop, so naughty commander,' she teased but Lexa just shifted out from behind the counter and was about to scoop her up. 'I'll walk, don't wanna be too obvious right?' she smirked at Lexa's over eagerness.

'I don't fucking care,' Lexa growled but allowed Clarke to follow her to her office, tucked away beside the rest rooms. She allowed Clarke to enter first and then slammed the door behind them, before fucking her girlfriend senseless.


'You're so good at that,' Clarke was perched half naked, and entirely dishevelled on Lexa's desk, her hair wild and her thighs holding Lexa tightly against her. 'Let me touch you, please,' she begged for the fourth time.

'Clarke,' Lexa complained because she was on her period and wasn't doing that.

'I could just rub you here,' Clarke snuck her hand between them and rubbed against Lexa's clit, and she totally conceded that it would absolutely be enough.

'Yeah, ok,' she shifted to give Clarke a little more room, sucking in a breath as the blond popped the buttons on her pants, and pushed her hand inside of her black panties before licking her lips as she rubbed Lexa's clit, her big blue eyes staring at her expectantly. 'Fuck,' she cursed because it never seemed that Clarke had to do much of anything for her to come. She pushed her hand back between Clarke's legs, fingers sliding easily inside and her thumb matching Clarke's.

'I want to put my face between your legs,' Clarke groaned and Lexa thrust her fingers harder, squeezing her clit and with her other hand found her bra and slipped her hand inside the cup, causing the blond to mewl and increase the movement of her fingers against Lexa. Clarke rubbed, fingers floating where they shouldn't be, but Lexa was so close, her breath coming in short pants as Clarke claimed her mouth, tongues tangling together.

'Oh fuck, Clarke, like that,' she cooed stepping up the pace of her fingers as Clarke's breathing grew ragged. Then Clarke rubbed her thumb and used her palm in some dexterous move Lexa couldn't focus on, and her whole body tightened up and then explode in Clarke induced euphoria. She thrust her fingers roughly and Clarke groaned both of her hands moving to Lexa's wrist and gripping it as she bit her shoulder.

'Fuck,' she hissed as she came. Lexa swallowed the words "I love you" as she kissed her girlfriend heatedly.

'Thanks for letting me do that. You look so unbelievably hot when you come and God do I love coming together,' she held Lexa's face close to hers, her voice deep. Again Lexa wanted to tell her she loved her.

'Anytime,' she croaked instead, her head dropping to rest on Clarke's shoulder. 'Seriously.'

'You wanna go cuddle on the couch and drink hot chocolate?' Clarke asked and Lexa nodded,

'I do,' she pressed a warm kiss to the other girls lips before doing up her pants, watching as Clarke eyed the room.

'Where's my underwear Lex?' she asked and Lexa smirked, before reaching it off the top of the filing cabinet and helping Clarke put them on, after all she still couldn't stand on her broken ankle. She helped Clarke with the rest of her clothes and then handed her her crutches.

'You know what I can't wait for?'

'What?' Clarke followed her back into the coffee shop, heading straight for the vacant couch in front of the fire where the two of them would always try to sit when Clarke wasn't working.

'I can't wait until I can hold your hand as we walk,' Lexa admitted.

'Aw, you're so fucking sweet,' Clarke practically fell onto the couch and Lexa sat beside her for a moment, loving how her girlfriend took her hand and threaded their fingers together. Again the words I love you, threatened to escape, as Lexa stared at Clarke's serious face.

'What's up? You look so serious?'

'Oh I'm not,' Clarke smiled, 'just thinking that I have the best girlfriend, and about how much I adore you,' it seemed so easy for her to say and Lexa was jealous of her easiness.

'I adore you too,' she told her, thrilled at hearing the word girlfriend fall from Clarke's lips. Clarke giggled, curling further into her, her head resting on Lexa's admittedly bony shoulder.

'You're even lovely when you're hormonal,' Clarke murmured.

'And you're not,' Lexa teased. They weren't quite in sync and Lexa had discovered that hormones made Clarke feisty and a little teary.

'Haha. Don't say that or I'll cry,' she joked and Lexa laughed, angling her head to press warm kisses to Clarke's neck.

'Clarke,' the woman's voice was clipped and at the sound of it the girl in question actually squealed and scrambled inelegantly away from Lexa.

'Uh, mom...I uh, I thought you weren't coming until later.'

'Clearly,' the woman's tone was unreadable and Lexa looked at Clarke's mother appraisingly. She knew that Clarke's relationship was alternatively loving and full of stress. What she wasn't clear about was why Clarke was bright red and ensuring that not a bit of her body was touching Lexa's.

'This is my, uh, friend, Lexa,' Clarke practically stuttered, trying to stand and then once she'd made it to her feet realized she was unable to go anywhere because her crutches were next to Lexa.

'Hi Lexa, I'm Doctor Abigail Griffin, Clarke's mom,' she reached a hand out to Lexa who stood to take it firmly in her own, feeling the cool, appraising look the older woman was giving her. Lexa looked to Clarke who's widened eyes were pleading with her.

'Here,' she handed Clarke her crutches, her thumb skimming the back of her girlfriends hand as she did so, only Clarke whipped her hand out of her reach, as though burned. Lexa narrowed her eyes, realizing that Clarke definitely did not want her mother to think they were more than friends.

'Uh, thanks,' Clarke stuttered looking away from her, and at her mother.

'Is your friend joining us for dinner tonight?' Dr. Griffin asked, her eyes boring into Clarke. There was absolutely no way Doctor Abigail Griffin thought she was just friends with her daughter.

'Uh, no, um, Lexa has to work.'

'And where do you work Lexa?' the note of disdain was hidden behind a bright smile.

'This is my shop. I work here,' she answered not faltering under that deep stare.

'Oh,' she nodded apparently only hearing the latter part. 'You're a barista, that's nice.' (Clearly it wasn't.)

'You came into town early?' Clarke broke in.

'Yes. I got out of surgery much sooner than expected and thought we could do a little Christmas shopping, just the two of us, before we meet the others for dinner.'

'Are Thelonius and Well's coming tonight?'

'Yes they'll both be there,' her mother seemed thrilled that she'd asked.

'Well's is an old friend,' Clarke looked at Lexa, apparently forgetting that she'd told Lexa all about Well's and Thelonius. Or maybe she was trying to underplay quite how well the two of them knew each other.

'Oh,' what was she supposed to say to that.

'We went to elementary school together. My mom is dating his father.'

'Oh,' she repeated again, pretty certain Clarke's mom thought she was dumb. 'Well that's nice that they're making it to your dinner.'

'You did tell the others we were eating at 7?'

'Yes mom,' Clarke nodded. 'Bellamy is always on time and he'll pick up O from work and Raven, well she'll be there when she's there, as you know.'

'I'll text her now,' Dr. Griffin pursed her lips and pulled her cell from her bag. In the moment of her mom's distraction Clarke looked at Lexa and mouthed I'm sorry. Lexa raised her eyebrows in question, kind of unsure what exactly was happening. Clarke nodded her head to the counter.

'I'll get us some drinks mom. You want a coffee?'

'Yes, a peppermint latte. You sit and let your friend get us our drinks,' her mother said and Clarke looked mortified, Lexa would give her that.

'Mom,' she protested.

'Well it is her job,' her mother roller her eyes.

'Let me get you your drinks,' Lexa stated though for the first time ever she didn't feel like doing it.

'You don't have to,' Clarke stated and Lexa gave her a pointed, cold look,

'It is my job,' she turned and headed to the counter, absolutely livid. Clarke, for whatever reason was going to pretend like Lexa and her weren't Lexa and her, and they had been fucking in her office minutes earlier. Her mouth had literally been between Clarke's legs and the girl was going to pretend like Lexa was just her good buddy. Well Clarke's good buddy had been pushing her fingers into Dr. Griffins daughter as she lay splayed on her desk, her mouth nipping on her clit in just the right way so that she came while screaming Lexa's name. Lexa's.

'What's wrong with you?' Anya frowned.

'Clarke's in the fucking closet,' Lexa scowled.

'What?' Anya dropped a mug which hit the floor, the handle breaking off. 'Shit.'

'Yeah my thoughts exactly,' Lexa fumed. 'She couldn't get away from me fast enough, I mean she practically crawled across the couch to get away from me. And she kept mouthing "sorry" at me.'

'Well shit. I wouldn't have figured that.'

'Nope. Funnily enough neither would I. In all our conversations about her mother she never once said her mom didn't know she likes girls.'

'Oh,' Anya frowned.

'What the fuck am I supposed to do now?' Lexa asked rhetorically but when Anya was about to respond Lexa held up a hand, 'can you and Lincoln handle things?'

'Of course we can,' Anya nodded.

'Clarke's mom wants a peppermint latte and Clarke will probably want a hot chocolate given it's after 3.'

'Ok.'

'She doesn't like it too hot, and lots of whipped cream. Cinnamon on top not chocolate.'

'Ok,' Anya bit her lip.

'Look I know she fucking lied, or whatever - omitted information, but she's got a broken ankle and God...whatever,' Lexa rubbed her face.

'I'll take care of her,' Anya promised.

'I'm going to get changed then I'm out for a run. I'll take my cell.'

'We'll be good Lex.'

'Thanks.'

Lexa turned on heel and stalked across the coffee shop.

'Lexa,' Clarke called her, 'where are you going?'

'Out for a run,' she gave her a curt nod but didn't look at her because she really didn't want to see I'm sorry, in her stupid blue eyes. She opened the door to the stairs up to her apartment and ran up the stairs, unlocking the door before resting her head against it, suddenly overwhelmed. She had to get out. She stripped off her clothes and pulled on leggings, a sports bra and a tshirt. She was halfway through pulling on her runners when she remembered the massive dump of snow that had fallen during the night.

'Aaargh,' she growled, before pulling her gym bag from the closet. She pulled on a hoody not caring that she'd be cold on the two block walk to the gym and left.

'Lexa,' Clarke called as she walked past and swallowing her emotions she walked over.

'It was very nice to meet you Dr. Griffin,' she smiled at Clarke's mom before turning to her girlfriend. 'You have fun with your mom and friends,' she hoped it was a little pointed, 'and I'll see you soon.'

'Lexa,' Clarke grabbed her hand but then dropped it, apparently uncertain. Lexa had never seen her anything less than confident and self-assured.

'Look, it's fine,' she lied, 'we'll talk soon.'

'Tonight,' Clarke was back to pleading with her eyes.

'Yeah, ok,' she attempted a smile, but was pretty sure she didn't pull it off. 'Have a great Christmas,' she told Clarke's mom before heading out into the freezing snowy world.