"Clarke, you need- You need to- To stop doing that." the woman said, panting heavily from holding her breath for too long. Staying quiet while having someone between your legs should be a sport and if it was, by now Lexa would be a professional athlete.
"Why ?"
It cost her a lot of strength but Lexa managed to tilt her head forward – groaning at the loss of the back of her desk chair to hold it steady on her shoulders – to look down at the blonde licking her smirking lips.
"Because, and it's the truth, I have work."
Clarke rolled her eyes and sighed strongly. Strongly enough for Lexa to feel it on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, sending a shiver run down her spine. "Seriously ? You're supposed to be in post orgasm bliss, enjoy." the blonde said, pulling up Lexa's panties "Lift." she commanded and in a superhuman effort the woman used the armrests to heave herself up enough for Clarke to slip her underwear back where it was supposed to be.
Lexa winced at the contact of the cold, wet material against her still overheated core but she pursued "Listen, Luna will be there next week and everything needs to be perfect. Problem is : nothing is. A pipe needs to be fixed, students need to behave," the woman eyed Clarke, scolding her silently as hard as she could but she all she earned were another eye roll and an order.
"Again." the blonde said, to put Lexa's jeans back on.
Lexa obeyed, not stopping her train of voiced thoughts "my budget problems need to be solved, and I need sleep." the woman concluded as her now clothed ass was reconecting with the comfortable leather seat (that she would have to disinfect at least twice when the blonde would finally leave her office). Lexa closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the chair's back, sighing in relief of not having to support her own weight anymore.
Clarke snorted "You don't sleep when I don't touch you." she said, standing only to straddle the seemingly dying woman.
"Yes I do."
"No you don't."
"Yes. I do."
"Tss, tss, tss. How many times will I have to tell you Lexa, do not lie to me." Clarke whispered against the skin of Lexa's exposed neck, before kissing the soft spot behind the woman's ear.
Lexa repressed a hum and swallowed hard. Two weeks had passed since Clarke had invited herself in her appartment and things had changed. Or not. Lexa wasn't sure if it was just her way to see things that had changed or if the girl's behavior was weird. While Clarke was still the one attacking she seemed nicer. No not nicer. Tender maybe? No it wasn't that either. Their interactions hadn't changed that much. Fists were still pulling at her hair and sometimes, the blonde would bite or pinch and hurt like she had always done. But something had changed. Maybe it was just Lexa's masochistic side making its coming out or... Or she had no idea. It was probably her. She was imagining things.
"I take roofies." It was a lie but it was better than admitting the girl was right.
Clarke chuckled low in Lexa's ear and the woman wished she didn't find it endearing. "So the mighty principal is into drugs now ?" the blonde pulled back and finally Lexa opened her eyes. As usual the girl was smirking but Lexa could swear there was something different. Or she was hallucinating which, in the actual post orgasm state of her brain, could very well be true.
'Damn.' she swore to herself. It was frustrating not to know if she was going crazy or something was indeed happening. 'Fuck.' she pushed the reflexion away, she was too tired for that now.
When Lexa looked at her, Clarke couldn't help but avert her eyes, focusing her attention on the woman's exposed torso instead. She put Lexa's bra back in place, finally hiding the two delicious nipples she wished she had been able to taste for a longer time. Just like she wished all of her meetings with Lexa could be longer. She bit her tongue and started to button up Lexa's shirt, trying not to think about the alarming amount of times she had peeled it off the woman in the past two weeks.
She tried to convince herself it was because she felt grateful. Grateful because when she had went home two weeks ago she had found her mother sitting on the couch, waiting for her. Her blood had been boiling inside her veins of course but she knew Lexa was right when she had told her to talk to her mother. She had sat next to the woman without a word and waited for her mother to scold her.
But the scold had never came.
Abby Griffin had just taken her daughter's hand and leaned her head on the girl's shoulder, taking Clarke by surprise. After a long moment finally her mother had talked. Told her she hadn't been able to sleep because she was too worried and guilty. Told her that she had fucked up big and appologized. Told her she wouldn't kill her dad in the end because she just couldn't do it. Told her she'd ask for a divorce and remarry Kane. And Told her that she would pay for Harvard.
Everything was taking an unexpected but wonderful turn and it was all thanks to Lexa. Thanks to the woman, Clarke's mother was at home more often, had started cooking again and she had even come at school to take her daughter back home twice. Unbelievable. It was going too well, and it felt weird. As if for the first time in five years everything was falling back into place, in this town Clarke never thought she'd love again.
So Clarke couldn't help it. Couldn't help the warm feeling in her chest whenever she thought about Lexa, or crossed paths with her in the corridors or just when she entered a room and she could smell her perfume, letting her know the woman had been here minutes ago. And she knew it. Deep down she knew it wasn't just gratitude and it scared her. She was too involved into something that could break Lexa's life. She was realising for the first time how wrong all of this was, how wrong and dangerous and she couldn't wait for her birthday to arrive. Only three weeks left of being underaged (not like it was the only problem but well... Being 18 was at least some improvement). On another hand she couldn't watch Lexa drown herself in her overly complicated thoughts and 'work' without doing anything. She knew by experience that the woman was dozing off easily and would always nap for at least half an hour after sex. A real man. Well, Clarke couldn't blame her though. She knew how it felt not to sleep at night and knew Lexa's restless mind was keeping her awake. Sex to lull. It was the good excuse Clarke had found herself to avoid the thought that she just wanted to fuck her principal.
By the time she was finished with the woman's shirt, Lexa had fallen asleep, head hanging on one side, mouth slightly open and Clarke knew she'd drool. The blonde fought back a laugh as she remembered the pictures she took of the sleeping woman the week before. The principal looked like a toddler when she slept and damn it was priceless.
She kissed Lexa's temple before standing, trying her best not to wake her up before exiting the room silently.
"It's still wrong you know ?"
Clarke jumped at the low voice, the one she hated the most in the world. She turned and sighed. Anya was leaned on the wall of the corridor, her arms crossed on her chest in a manner that pissed Clarke off beyond measure. "Anya. A pleasure as always." Clarke walked purposefully, planning on passing by the woman and just don't stop, don't turn back, ignore the annoying cousin.
"I don't like you."
"Feeling shared."
Anya snorted, stopping Clarke in her tracks. "I figured that much." The woman slowly unfolded her arms and walked to the blonde to look at her in the eyes. Clarke switched in angry mode and her body tensed. She didn't need that woman's face so close to hers. "You're a danger for her. If you have even the tiniest, lightest kind of sympathetic feeling for her, please put an end to this before you break her."
Clarke took a deep breath and held back a 'take care of your own ass bitch !' as she had decided to be polite. Because duh she'd be an adult soon. Well she needed to be one "I know what I'm do-"
"It will happen. In a way or another Clarke, it will happen and when it does even I won't be able to put the shattered pieces back together."
Clarke wanted to spit out something, snap back at the woman like she knew how to do but the words were stuck somewhere deep in her throat and her gaze lowered. She clenched her fists when Anya stepped back and left to lock herself in her office.
"Fuck." she stated "I'm not dumb bitch, I'm careful." Clarke raised her head then, decided to prove Anya how wrong she was, that she could make things work. Even if she had still no idea what 'things' referred to.
"Ok, that's all for today." Lexa yelled, desperately trying to cover the noise of the bell ringing and her students eagerly standing, way too happy to leave after the day. The principal didn't know why she kept doing this. Kept trying to talk after the bell had rang. After years of obtaining the exact same result. She shook her head, tidying up her desk, methodically putting all the papers together.
"Hey teach."
She jumped at the unexpected voice and couldn't help but look around to make sure nobody had noticed. Which, and she almost face palmed when she realised it, was useless. It is not weird for a teacher to talk with their students."Yes Clarke ?"
"I had to tell you that my mom would like to talk to you. About Harvard."
Lexa raised an eyebrow, relaxing, almost surprised by the casualness of the conversation. She smiled, happy that Abigail Griffin had finally agreed to let Clarke do what she wanted "Well she can call me and we'll see when we're both free." The blonde nodded and the teacher returned to her papers.
That was all Clarke had to say but she couldn't bring her feet to move. She couldn't take her eyes off Lexa. Why ? Why did she have to wear her glasses today... Glasses plus hair tightly pulled back in a few intricate braids. Glasses, hair plus leather skirt. And heels. It was like the perfect combo, the perfect cliche, the perfect fantasy and Clarke had to bite her tongue not to just throw the woman against a wall.
Lexa tilted her head up slightly and noticed something behind Clarke (that was still standing there for some unknown reason).The woman sighed and walked to Charlie's desk in a corner of the room. She bent down to pick up his vest. "How. How is he forgetting his vest every weEEk" The last word changed into a squeal when she felt two hands grope her ass. She turned to look behind her, eyes wide "Clarke what are you-"
The blonde didn't let Lexa the time to answer. She grabbed Lexa's hips and turned her around to kiss her, pushing the woman's ass into the desk behind her. 'Shit. I'm a dumbass.' she said to herself though unable of stopping. "Fuck" she whispered into Lexa's mouth as her hands slipped behind the woman's thighs to heave her up and sit her on the desk. The worst in this was that the damn brunette spread her legs and "Fuck" it was hot.
Clarke's palms found Lexa's bare thighs, slowly trailing up to slip under her skirt. The woman hummed low as the girl pushed her tongue inside her mouth to meet her own. God Clarke knew how to make her weak. It was her own fault this time though. She shouldn't have bent down in front of the blonde, lowered her guard. The guilt and regrets died fast however when Clarke racked her nails on Lexa's inner thighs, earning a loud moan. The woman knew better than touching Clarke so she just gripped the edges of the unsteady wooden desk of her student. The blonde's lips left Lexa's to trail open mouthed kisses along the woman's jaw before moving to the column of her throat. Lexa threw her head back almost out of reflex, offering Clarke better access. The blonde's hands left the woman's legs and Lexa couldn't hold back the whine of frustration that escaped her parted lips way too easily at the loss. Clarke started to unbutton the woman's shirt and Lexa's hands left the desk to help her in her task but the blonde grabbed her wrists to put her hands back on the wood. "Patience Lexa." she whispered in the woman's ear and suddenly Lexa didn't give a damn fuck anymore. The classes were over, the school would be entirely empty in less than ten minutes and there was no way anyone could-
"Thanks teach you're saving us."
A boy's voice said somewhere in the corridor and both girls froze, Clarke pulling back enough to look at Lexa, eyes as wide as the woman's.
"Shit !" they both whispered at the realisationg that the footsteps and voices were approaching.
"Hide !" Lexa spat out and Clarke bit her lips, looking around to find an escape. She ran to the window but no. From the second floor it would be suicide.
And Clarke remembered. She returned to Lexa that was failing at buttoning her shirt and grabbed her hand. "The closet ! Now !" she urged, leading Lexa to the back of the room. She searched in her backpack for her masterkey and almost squealed when she found it. Quickly she unlocked the janitor's closet and stepped inside, throwing her bag at her feet, pulling Lexa to her. Clarke closed the door of the closet as the room's was opening and she released a breath.
"Fuck ! Why are they here !?" Clarke whispered into Lexa's ear and the woman gulped.
Lexa had forgotten. Like, completely, entirely forgotten Indra's request of borrowing the classroom for a supplementary class. "I forgot I lent her the room." The woman answered in the same quiet voice. But it wasn't so bad. They had managed to hide which was a good th- "Wait, why am I hiding too !?"
"Oh please you're half naked and red as a cooked crab."
Lexa felt her already hot cheeks burn even more at the thought of what would've happened if Clarke hadn't hid her too. The woman couldn't believe she was grateful for being locked in a dark, tiny and dusty closet with Clarke. Clarke pressed flushed against her body. Clarke pressed flushed against her body with one of her legs between her own and her face in the crook of her neck. Lexa took a deep breath, already feeling the air heating up. They were lucky in their misfortune though, at least the closet was empty. Which was weird. And then it hit her.
"Clarke don't tell me you know why this closet is empty..." Lexa almost growled. Clarke stayed silent and put some distance between them, leaning against the wall behind her. "Clarke..." Lexa insisted and finally the blonde gave up.
"Well... Don't be mad but... A few months ago I emptied it for, you know, just in case I had the occasion to- I mean, I wanted us to- I had a plan and all but I realised it would have been too dangerous and I gave up. And forgot about it."
Lexa sighed heavily. She couldn't see in what fucking in a closet would be less dangerous than fucking in the toilets but that wasn't the question here. "Never thought I'd say that but... Good call."
The tiny space was dark but Lexa's eyes were starting to get used to it and the light entering through the small gaps at the door's edges was enough for her to distinguish the girl's features. The blonde was looking at her, her gaze roaming over her body, making Lexa even hotter than she was. She realised that her shirt was almost entirely open and her skirt was way too up her thighs. Lexa swallowed hard as a wave of arousal washed through her. "We- We can't do anything Clarke." she whispered, for the girl or herself, at this point she wasn't sure.
"I know." Clarke answered, bitting her lip. Of course they couldn't do anything. They had never been so close to get busted. To think not even twenty four hours ago the blonde had promised to herself she'd be careful... But no. She would stay calm. She wouldn't do anything and make Anya's point a good one. She'd be a grown up who can keep her hands to herself.
Maybe.
It would he hard, Clarke realised. It would be hard because Jesus fucking Christ Lexa was hot. On all meanings of the word. The temperature had raised in no time in the tiny space and, added to the rush of adrenaline they had went through, a sheen layer of sweat was covering the woman's tone body, her still heaving chest and exposed abdomen. Clarke wanted to touch and lick and bite everywhere she could. The girl had always had a strong appetite when it came to forbidden things like the cookie jar on top of the fridge that belonged to Kane or a certain principal. But never had she craved Lexa so much. Result of the event Clarke was trying not to think about or the simple fact that this situation is one of the most dangerously exciting she had ever been in, she didn't know. What she knew though was her needs, clear as crystal and that she couldn't cut them loose. If she did, surely the others in the room would know and they'd both get in trouble and Lexa would get thrown in jail and-
"Clarke?"
Jerking out of her crazy thoughts, the blonde shook her head and her eyes met Lexa's "What?"
"Your hand..."
Clarke looked down only to discover that her wild hand didn't receive the memo Reason sent. Spread shamelessly on Lexa's toned stomach, Clarke seemed to be waiting for a signal, the authorisation the girl was decided not to give.
"Oh fuck, I- I'm sorry I didn't want to-" But then Clarke looked up into pitch black eyes underlined by an impressively blush. The girl knew those eyes, they were those Lexa had whenever she said 'Clarke don't' and thought 'Please don't stop'. "Fuck." In a swearword Clarke's determination happily jumped out the window.
At Clarke's appologies, Lexa had thought that the girl would stop touching her, that she understood the risks. But Clarke didn't. Her hand started to slowly carress her sweaty skin, drawing random patterns. It was a nice touch and the blonde seemed lost somewhere else. But then she looked back at Lexa, swore and her hand expertly slipped under the woman's bra to squeeze her breast, almost hurting. Lexa let out a loud gasp at the unexpected attack, her hands spreading flat on the wooden wall behind her then balling into fists when a soft thumb rubbed her too hard nipple. How was it so hard already?
Without prior notice, Clarke threw her body against Lexa's to crash her lips on the woman's. The brunette's head bumped into the wood in a soft thud. Immediately Clarke pulled back a little and for a moment, they both stopped breathing, Lexa trying to hear throught the loud pulse in her ears. While incapable of knowing which class it was, at least the woman coud tell that it was going on as if nothing happened, seemingly in another world.
At the thud, Clarke's heart had stopped dead in her chest. She had pictured Indra opening the door and calling her parents, her mother that would surely sue Lexa in justice. But as she listened and the class appeared unaffected, she relaxed. And then the unexpected, the surreal happened. Lexa caught her eyes and nodded firmly before leaning in and kissing Clarke with force. Unbelievable. And terribly satisfying. Lexa had just destroyed the few pieces of reason still alive in the girl's head.
Clarke smirked and pushed forward, taking Lexa's lower lip between her own and biting down hard, not caring for the mark she'd leave. Her other hand joined its twin on the woman's chest, pushing the lacey material up to cup Lexa's other breast. Pinching both nipples, Clarke pulled back a little, Lexa's lip still captive of her teeth, forcing a soft whimper out of the woman.
When finally Clarke released her lip, Lexa let out a loud, frustrated breath and out of animalistic reflex, she chased the girl's mouth with her own, dying to have it back on hers. But Clarke dodged, pulling back further and wrapping a hand around Lexa's throat to keep her in place. Clarke grinned like a wolf and leaned in, nose touching Lexa's, breath grazing the woman's lips, but mouth inches from where the brunette wanted it. Lexa tried to reach out but the grip around her throat tightned, hand steady and strong as usual.
"I thought I trained you well principal," the blonde whispered "but it seems you didn't learn your lesson for today's test. I'm afraid I will have to punish you."
Lexa shivered from head to toe and the whimper that escaped her widely parted lips was made voiceless by training, months of sex in public places, their current situation entirely forgotten. Clarke smirked her usual perverted smirk and a wave of heat washed through Lexa's body at what she knew would come. She could feel them, the symtoms of her anticipation. She could feel the electricity in her nerves, the wetness between her legs, the way her sex throbbed like the need in her head. And somehow, the shame was abscent. And Lexa realised. That's what changed. That shameful feeling was gone, only leaving behind the delicious fear of being exposed, being busted of course but most of all showing herself as what she'd become, as the woman so wet for her student, for Clarke that the itch to touch herself was almost unbearable. But Lexa knew the rules, no touching, her hands must stay far from Clarke's body or her own or else... Else she'd get hurt.
Slowly, delicately, the way Clarke knew Lexa hated, the girl released her grip on the woman's throat only to graze reddened, tortured skin with her fingertips. She saw Lexa close her eyes and shiver in answer, goosebumps blooming on her skin and... Hands reached out to grab Clarke's t-shirt, fisting at the material and pulling it up. Well that was new. Hesitant slender hands sliped under the girl's cloth and spread on her sides. Clarke thought more amusing to see how bold the woman would get than stop her immediately like she'd do in one of her usual play so she let Lexa do as she pleased.
What Clarke hadn't thought about is that Lexa was far from a virgin. She had almost been married, had experience. Obviously realising that authorisation had been granted to her, somehow, confidence flood back in the woman's deft hands that Clarke felt slowly trail up her sides then on the front of her ribcage. The blonde was rarely on the receiving end and there was a reason. She had trust issues of course but most importantly, she was very attached to her dom acting, owned it, mastered it, loved it so when her overly sensitive skin played against that and Clarke lost every bit of control she ever had, that role she was so fond of, dropped. This time was worse than that. It was worse because an older woman, her principal, Lexa dressed as the perfect fantasy teacher (that Clarke couldn't believe was real), this very person's hands were burning her skin, melting her flesh and warming up her entire body in less time than the girl would ever admit. When the woman reached Clarke's breasts and gently cupped them, the girl repressed a moan and decided that it was enough.
Lexa didn't miss the way Clarke closed her eyes, the stiffled sound at the back of her throat and of course how surprisingly hard were her nipples against her palms. Delighted by this new discovery, the woman pushed her primary goal aside to find out what else she could get from Clarke. But her exploration stopped on the spot as the blonde strongly grabbed wrists, pushing them down and away from the girl's appealing body. When the woman looked up, Clarke's grin was back. She placed Lexa's hands on her butt and pressed them hard against her soft bosom, so soft the brunette couldn't help but squeeze.
Clarke smirked wildly and leaned closer, releasing Lexa's wrists from her iron grip. "My, my, how naughty. How does it feels principal?" then in Lexa's ear she whispered "How does it feels to willingly, greedily fondle one of your student's body?"
At that a nostalgic spike of guilt stabbed Lexa's chest. But she knew Clarke's tricks, knew that she had crossed the line the very first time, that very first time she let the blonde chastely rest her lips on her own for a too long moment. So Lexa gulped it down, her pride, her shame, her guilt, she drank it all, freed her throat from any obstacle that could entrave her confession.
Brushing her cheek against Clarke's, she answered in a breath "Good."
Oh my sweet fucking godness. Now the blonde was sure of it, it was all a dream. She should have known. There is no way Lexa would say something like that, no way a simple word could set Clarke's body aflame, make her shudder from head to toe with proud satisfaction and burning pleasure. But even if it was a dream, the girl was decided to lead it to its end, make its climax as amazing as the rest.
Grinning larger, Clarke whispered "Good answer." and without any more teasing, the blonde pulled up the woman's skirt entirely and pressed her thigh hard between Lexa's legs. A loud gasp in her ear was the blonde's reward but Clarke wasn't finished. On the same tone she ordered "Grind."
Lexa gulped. She had almost moaned at the simple contact of Clarke's clothed thigh against her slick lacey underwear and now the blonde wanted her to move? That would never do. "C- Clarke, I can't."
The girl pulled back, her face the expression of serious unquestionable authority, one Lexa had seen and lost against so many times. The moment the angry dark gaze of Clarke met the woman's, Lexa knew fighting back was useless. But as the brunette was considering obbeying without any more words, Clarke insisted "I said grind." Then without warning she grabbed Lexa's hips and pulled them to her in one quick move, dragging the woman's clothed sex on the length of her thigh.
One of Lexa's hands flew to her mouth just in time to muffle a shriek of surprise and pleasure. Eyes closed and head thrown back, the woman took a deep breath, concentrating in keeping her voice low, refocusing on keeping control of her vocal chords. But Clarke probably didn't care about that. She took both of Lexa's arms and wrapped them around her neck. With two fingers, she took the woman's chin and pulled down, forcing Lexa to open her eyes and look down. Clarke smirked then reached up, connecting her lips with the brunette's before taking hold of Lexa's hips once more and pushing them away, then pulling again.
Again holding back her voice was a challenge for Lexa as the blonde's grip on her hips hurt in the most delicious way and the pressure between her legs pleasurable but not quite enough yet. Clarke repeated the operation once more before Lexa retaliated entirely. She wanted more, more pressure, more strength in the hands holding her steady. So she did as ordered and, using Clarke's shoulders as leverage, she finally grind her dripping core against the girl's thigh. She moaned silently in Clarke's mouth, exhaling loudly from her nose. Slow at first, her pace picked up quickly and soon her hips were working on their own, humping, thrusting back and forth while her embrace around the girl's shoulders tightened.
Damn the woman had strength. It was hard for Clarke to stay steady with the repeated assault of Lexa's pelvis and in the small space they were trapped in the heat had become unbearable. If this went on, Clarke was sure people would notice them not because of the endearing little noises being born and killed in the back of Lexa's throat but by the heat the closet was probably radiating. With Lexa's burning body pressed flush against her own, the overheated damp air, and the woman's mouth on her lips, it was hard for Clarke to breath. She could feel her hair and clothes cling to her skin with sweat but surprisingly she didn't mind. On the contrary, she pushed against the woman harder, taking back her power on their kiss by biting down Lexa's tongue and pulling it out of her mouth, earning a whimper. But most of all, Clarke was incredibly turned on. She knew by the oversensitivity of her sex that she was assuredly dripping wet, her own core throbbing in need that each movement of the other woman's hips accentuated. Lexa's motion could have been source of release somehow since every time she pressed their hips back together, the woman's own thigh met Clarke's crotch but it was the opposite. Each brush was sweet teasing, one the girl wasn't used too and soon she was panting in Lexa's mouth as much as the woman was in her own.
When Clarke's hands had went to Lexa's ass, the woman didn't know. All she knew was that they were squeezing hard, accompanying her every movement, encouraging them while angry lips were devouring her own, teeth biting and mouth sucking at her tongue as if they'd been made for that purpose only. And Lexa eagerly drowned in it all, in this overwhelming mix of sensations and the total abscence of that little voice in her head telling her that it's wrong. With each jerk of hips it was thousands of sparks travelling from her engorged clit to the nape of her neck through her spine, it was waves and waves of hot pleasure washing through her entire body, to the very tip of her fingers tangled in damp blond hair. She could feel her own wetness on her inner thighs and sip through her panties and probably Clarke's jeans. And soon it's her climax that she felt arriving, a strong orgasm that would make her scream, one she felt like holding back for an important reason she'd forgotten. What was it again? At a hard thrust of Clarke's hips the question vanished in hot mist. If it was important she'd remember. No reason to hold back.
"Clarke, I'm comming!" Lexa finally moaned out when the girl's lips left her own to trail messy half bite half kisses down the column of her throat.
Clarke groaned in the grook of her neck then growled "Yes, come for me principal, come for your student!"
The blonde bit down on Lexa's neck and the woman fell of the edge, moaned her climax loudly, mouth gaping open and eyes tightly closed. Her hips movements made erratic by her pleasure, never stopped, helped by Clarke's hands, making her orgasm last as long as possible. After a mind numbing, delicious moment, as she was coming down from her high, Lexa felt her world turn upside down, for a moment convinced that her weak, trembling legs had given up their excrutiating fight.
Clarke was ready to catch Lexa if she fell. Or so she thought. The woman suddenly lost her balance and fell on the side, taking the girl down in her fall. Their shoulders both collided with the door and forced it open. They crashed on the ground in a loud thud and wild shrieks. Clarke bumped her forehead on the ground near Lexa's head and groaned in pain. A pain that somehow kicked back some sense in her foggy heated mind. The blonde's heart stopped dead in her chest and she raised on all four in a breath.
"The class!" she shouted, looking around like a deer searching for the hunter it knows is there, somewhere behind a bush. But to Clarke's surprise and relief, the room was empty of any other soul than Lexa's, a spider's and her own. In a loud sigh the blonde let herself slump down on the body underneath her that groaned in response. Again Clarke pulled herself up in panic "Lexa! I'm sorry are you ok?" the blonde asked, patting the woman everywhere she could.
Still in post orgasm bliss (as Clarke would say), it took a long moment for Lexa's brain to reconnect with reality. When it did though, her eyes opened wide and she gripped at the girl's shoulders "And the class!?"
Clarke smiled, obviously relaxed "We're alone. They're gone." Lexa released the blonde's shoulders and took a moment to cool down. Clarke sat on Lexa's lap, asking again "Are you ok? I feel on you."
Lexa squirmed and wiggled each limb to make sure she was fine. She discovered that besides a certain throbbing pain at her neck, there was none to point out. Except maybe some unexplained tension in her left ankle. Lexa tried to move it but it was harder and hurt slightly. She sat up, furrowed and looked over Clarke's shoulder to discover that the heel of her left shoe was missing.
"It seems I broke a heel."
Clarke snorted "If it's just that it's fine I guess." the girl smiled. She cupped Lexa's cheeks and bent down to kiss her. The woman kissed her back, spreading her hands on the girl thighs then jerking them away, pulling back.
"What is it?" Clarke asked, brows furrowed in unhidden displeasure. Lexa didn't answer but pointed to one of the girl's legs. The patch was huge. Almost the entire length of Clarke's thigh actually. The blonde smiled and shrugged then grabbed Lexa by the nape of her neck to crash her lips on hers.
But a few seconds later the woman pulled back again "You have to wash this."
Clarke rolled her eyes "Can we pretend it's water?" the woman raised an eyebrow at how dumb the proposition was, and the girl agreed. Never water on cloth had glistened like a mirror the way Clarke's pants now did, and if she waited for it to dry, it'd leave obvious white stains on hardened cloth that she would have a hard time explaining. Already she was reviewing all the answers she could give. Unwiped yoghurt stain? No there is no way Clarke would spill that on her without wiping it and try to make it disappear. Dog saliva? Ew no, Abby knew that Clarke would rather walk around in underwear than wear pants with dog something on it.
Vanquished, Clarke sighed "Fine." but she wasn't entirely done. She kissed Lexa again, slowly, wrapping her arms around the woman's neck, then faster, hungrier, pursuing somehow where she had left off. Without even calculating it, she gave a short thrust of her hips, suddenly reminded of how sexually frustrated she was. She had been about to get off when they fell after all. Lexa moaned in Clarke's mouth, somehow encouraging the girl to continue.
*BZZ. BZZ*
Clarke jumped and squealed at the weird feeling of her phone vibrating in her back pocket. Groaning, she tore her lips away from the woman's, angry at whoever dared to cockblock her. She took her phone out and threw a quick look at the screen. "Shoot."
"What is it?"
"It's mom. She made dinner tonight, we're supposed to eat together and... I think I may be late."
"Time to go home then." the woman answered with a too meaningful felt her cheeks heat up a little and she rolled her eyes, out of habit.
She kissed Lexa one last time before standing. She extended a hand to the woman who was kicking her shoes off. "Can you stand?"
"I think so." Lexa answered, taking the girl's hand. She stood in a swift move and moved her ankle. It hurt a little and it would burn for sure tomorrow but for now she could walk and drive.
"Want me to call someone?"
Lexa smiled and shook her head "No, it's ok. I'm used to it. I always sprain my ankles. I have shoes in my office."
Clarke nodded "Good. Ok so I guess I'm gonna go to the toilets and try to make your lovely sexual juices look like yoghurt."
Lexa's cheeks flushed bright red at Clarke's remark and the girl smirked. It's too easy. And it wasn't fair either. It wasn't just Lexa's slick, staining, no, probably ruining these jeans. Clarke would have more difficulties to explain the state of her underwear and crotch area of her pants.