Clarke is grateful that Bonnie's pool has a heater. The water is warm and is steadily making her stress dissolve. There's something the water cannot get rid of, however, and that is the fact that she's still hot and bothered from her little bathroom rendezvous from earlier. It doesn't help that Lexa is parading herself around in that swimsuit that makes her look like a full-course meal.

"Hey, beautiful, thought you might be thirsty," Lexa says with an innocent smile, offering Clarke a cup of soda.

"Thanks, babe. Now get in here, the water feels great."

Lexa does as Clarke says and immediately relaxes at the feeling of the warm water. Clarke gets in front of Lexa and snuggles up to her.

"You were right, this water feels amazing," Lexa sighs happily.

"Not as amazing as your hands on my body," Clarke mumbles just loud enough for Lexa to hear her. Lexa chokes slightly on her drink and that makes Clarke grin widely.

"Hey guys, come play chicken fight with us!" Octavia yells with Raven on her shoulders.

"You wanna play?" Clarke asks Lexa.

Lexa smirks, "always."

Clarke wastes no time in getting on Lexa's shoulders. Even when this is supposed to be an innocent playtime, Clarke can't help but notice that Lexa is gripping her thighs more firmly than necessary. Lexa was not gonna give her a break, but that was okay, she wasn't gonna give her a break either.

Clarke and Raven are pretty equally matched. It felt like the game was gonna go on forever until Marceline jumped into the pool and threw off Raven's balance.

"Well, that's a way to win," Lexa says. "You wanna get down now?"

Clarke pouts, "But I like being on top of you." Even though Clarke can't see Lexa's face right now, but she knows Lexa has a devious smirk on her lips.

"Yeah? Wait 'till you get underneath me," Lexa replies. She then dives down to let Clarke get off her shoulders.

Clarke is about to boast a witty comeback when she sees Lexa emerge from the water. She thought Lexa couldn't get any sexier, oh how wrong she was. If it weren't for the large audience, she would probably fuck Lexa right there and then.

"Clarke?" Lexa says with a small smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Clarke stares back in disbelief. "You've seen yourself, right? Excuse me if I need to really process how this is real."

Lexa cups Clarke's face with one hand and tenderly strokes her cheek with her finger. "If anyone has to process how they got so lucky, I feel like that would be me."

"Couples on separate teams. "Loser does something for the winner." They hear Marceline yell and then see Bolin coming with his volleyball.

"Let's see, if I win, I get to do whatever I want to you," Clarke says.

Lexa smirks, "Clarke, you know I'm a volleyball player. I won't lose."

"I like it when you're confident. What do you get if you win?"

"When I win, I'll do whatever I want to you and I can guaranty you won't walk straight for a week."

"Sounds like we have a deal." This was a win-win situation.

The thought of having Lexa to her mercy was already thrilling enough, but the thought of having Lexa totally own her was sending Clarke into overdrive. Yeah, she felt like losing. She even tipped the odds against her by convincing the other two volleyball players (Bolin and Murphy) to join Lexa's team.

Her plan worked perfectly. By the end of the match, Lexa's team had beaten them by a landslide. Maybe it was a bit of a dick move to drag her friends down with her but they would've done the same, to be honest.

Clarke decides to ignore her complaining friends and floats toward where Lexa is standing.

"Told you I wouldn't lose," Lexa says.

Clarke can't help but smile. "Unlucky me."

Lexa swiftly pulls Clarke closer to her. "I know you're eager," she whispers in her ear. "But I don't want to disrespect Bonnibel's house," she continues. Her hands caressing Clarke's inner thighs purposely avoiding the place where Clarke needs her to be. "So you'll have to be a good girl and wait." Clarke has to swallow the gasp that was about to come out of her throat when she felt Lexa's fingers brush over her covered center.

"Are you gonna be good, babygirl?"

"Yes," Clarke whimpers.

"Yes what?" Lexa asks while simultaneously pressing down on Clarke's clit.

Clarke yelps, "yes, Daddy."

Lexa hums in approval and brings her hands up to innocently wrap around Clarke's waist. Clarke feels as if she's going to die. Lexa is going to keep teasing her for the rest of the party and act like it's nothing.

Luckily, there are several things to distract Lexa throughout the party. From the several fun games to Raven's and the boys' antics, there were many things that kept Lexa's hands off Clarke. Clarke was grateful and frustrated by this at the same time. Lexa hasn't touched Clarke inappropriately anymore because, as she said, she would hate to disrespect Bonnie's house but that hasn't stopped her from making inappropriate comments when only Clarke can hear. And all the storage rooms are locked for some reason, so any idea Clarke had of having some alone time with her girlfriend was foiled.

This didn't stop Clarke from enjoying the party though. The water gun showdown, her awesome karaoke trio with Marceline and Octavia, even having Lexa teach her how to play pool, it was all a blast.

It was night now, and everyone had gathered in front of Bonnie's massive flat-screen to watch a movie. Clarke is comfortable sitting in between Lexa's legs with her face snuggled into Lexa's neck; happy to have Lexa's arms wrapped around her and to have Lexa's hands draw random shapes over her jeans.

"Don't fall asleep on me, baby," Lexa says.

Clarke smiles and kisses her neck. "I won't. We still have stuff to do when we get back to my house."

Finally, the movie ended and everyone started heading back to their houses. Clarke would be lying if she said she was sad it was time to go home. Sure she had a great time, but what was going to happen at her house was what she was really looking forward to. Especially after her mom called her and told her she would be working at the hospital the whole night.

When they get to Clarke's house, Lexa parks her car and gets her bag. Clarke is about to get out of the car when Lexa stops her. Clarke doesn't argue and stays there. Lexa appears on her door, picks her up and carries her out of the car.

"Seriously?" Clarke giggles. "This is so extra."

Lexa smiles, "I said I would do whatever I wanted. I like picking you up."

Clarke just rolls her eyes and lets Lexa carry her into her house. She just speaks to let Lexa know where her room is.

Lexa puts Clarke down on her bed and climbs on top of her. "You were so good today, babygirl." Lexa says whilst kissing Clarke's face. "I'm going to reward you now."

Clarke moves her hands to put them on Lexa's back but Lexa stops her. "You won't touch me yet. I'm going to enjoy you first, okay?"

Clarke nods, "okay, daddy."

Clarke brings her hands up to grip the pillow above her head as Lexa begins to drag her tongue down her neck.

"Please, take my top off," Clarke pants.

Lexa smirks, "I love how you beg without me telling you to."

"You're so beautiful," Lexa says as she takes Clarke's top and bra off.

She trails kisses over Clarke's collarbone and down her chest until her lips close around her nipple. She sucks hard on the pink bud while her hand kneads Clarke's other breast.

Clarke moans loudly but Lexa covers her mouth. "You might wanna keep it down. We don't want your butler to hear and come check on you."

Clarke suddenly remembers Kane's existence and yes, the last thing she needs is for him to come upstairs.

Lexa's hands leave Clarke's mouth and slowly descends to the hem of her jeans, toying with the button.

"Lexa, please, just fuck me already," Clarke pleads.

Lexa laughs. "A little desperate, aren't we?"

Clarke groans, "it's your fault for getting me all worked up since the afternoon—" Clarke's sentence turn into a moan when Lexa slides her hand into her underwear without warning.

"You're such a good girl, so wet for me," Lexa says in a low, sultry voice.

Clarke looks down and sees nothing but primal desire on Lexa's eyes and this just makes her even more aroused.

"Daddy, I really want to touch you." Clarke pleads.

Lexa moves up to whisper into Clarke's ear. "Not yet. Every time you cum for me, I'll grant one of your requests." She bites Clarke's earlobe and pulls down her jeans and panties. "Is that okay?"

"Yes, daddy," Clarke breathes.

Lexa then proceeds to slowly run her fingers up and down Clarke's slit. She lingers there for a few seconds before pushing one of her long fingers into Clarke's wet opening, her thumb circling the blonde's clit.

"Daddy…"

"Yes, baby?"

"More."

"As you wish," Lexa says before pushing another finger into Clarke and picking up the speed of her thrusts.

"Oh, fuck!" Clarke exclaims. Lexa smothers Clarke's noises with sloppy kisses. Again, they don't want Kane to come upstairs, especially not now.

Lexa continues her deep thrusts but now curls her fingers, hitting the spongy spot on the blonde's front wall.

"Fuck Lexa, right there, don't stop!" Clarke cries again. Lexa's mouth latches onto Clarke's neck, leaving red marks of passion. Soon Clarke feels her walls tighten around Lexa's fingers and her whole body tense up. She lets out one final cry into Lexa's mouth before unraveling. Lexa slows her thrust and lets Clarke ride out her first orgasm before pulling her fingers out of the blonde's pulsating core.

"Good job, babygirl." Lexa purrs into Clarke's neck and kisses her still-trembling skin.

Clarke takes a minute to catch her breath before speaking again. "Can I touch you now?"

"You can, but just from the waist up."

Clarke's hands immediately go for the hem of Lexa's shirt and practically rips the fabric off her, desperate to feel Lexa's skin against her own. Lexa's bra comes off next. Clarke pulls her into a deep kiss and both girls moan at the feeling of their bare tops pressed against one another's.

"Are you ready for round two?" Lexa says with a smirk.

Clarke nods. Lexa lays one final peck on Clarke's lips and starts kissing her way down Clarke's body. The kisses turn into light nibbles the closer Lexa gets to her target. Lexa sticks out her tongue and takes one slow long swipe from the top of Clarke's clit all the way to the bottom of her slit.

"Oh my God," Clarke gasps and fists the sheets beneath her.

Lexa takes hold of Clarke's thighs to keep her legs still and starts eating her out as if she were her last meal.

"Holy shit, Lexa!" Clarke screams. Good thing Lexa is holding her down or else she would be flailing right now. "I should've begged you to fuck me back at the gala..."

The comment makes chuckle and the feeling of the vibrations makes Clarke keen.

Lexa encloses Clarke's bundle of nerves with her lips and starts rapidly flicking her tongue over it. She alternated between sucking and flicking her tongue.

Clarke's hands go for Lexa's hair to keep her in place. Lexa groans with satisfaction at the feeling of having her hair pulled.

"Oh daddy, your tongue is the best thing ever," Clarke manages to say in between short breaths.

This only spurs Lexa on more, picking up her pace with the only goal of making Clarke cum again. Clarke's hips begin to buck to match Lexa's strokes.

"Oh God," Clarke pants. "I'm cumming again—" Clarke's sentence is cut short by the knot in her stomach unraveling, her juices flowing out of her to coat Lexa's chin.

"Your taste is amazing," Lexa whispers while gently lapping at Clarke's cunt, cleaning up the mess she had made.

"Can I take your pants off now?" Clarke asks as Lexa climbs back up her body. Lexa nods, giving her full permission.

Clarke kisses Lexa first, enjoying the taste of herself on Lexa's tongue. She then rakes her nails down Lexa's sculpted stomach, the hissing sound Lexa makes at the action is heaven to her ears. Clarke bites and sucks Lexa's lower lip as she slides the jeans and panties off Lexa's strong legs. Lexa moans when Clarke lifts up her leg and makes contact with her soaked pussy.

"Maybe you need me to take care of you now," Clarke says in the same low, sultry tone Lexa used before.

"Actually, I have something else up my sleeve," Lexa says before getting off Clarke and going to her bag to look for something.

Clarke looks at her intrigued, thinking about the many things Lexa could pull out of there. Her core starts pulsating once again when she sees Lexa pulls out a light purple strapless strap-on out of her bag.

"Now, we don't have to do this if you don't want to—" Lexa starts but Clarke cuts her off.

"Just get over here and let me sit on that." The blonde says without much thought or care.

Lexa smiles (she loves Clarke's bluntness) and gets back on the bed. She allows Clarke to slide one end of the strap-on into her. Her eager walls quickly clinging to it and drawing it deeper. Clarke climbs on top of Lexa and starts grinding on the strap-on, coating it with her wetness and getting it ready to slide into her. Clarke takes hold of the dick and slides it into her core.

"Oh my God" both girls moan in unison, completely overtaken by the euphoric feeling.

Clarke wastes no time and begins to bounce on the dick, relishing in the way Lexa moans every time the ridges of the strap brush against her clit. Clarke knows that Lexa won't last long given how worked up she was from the previous rounds but Lexa manages to surprise Clarke yet again. She lies down, taking Clarke down with her, she then takes hold of the blonde's hips and starts pounding into her mercilessly. Clarke can barely muffle her cries of ecstasy by biting down on Lexa's shoulder.

"Lexa! I'm so close!" Clarke cries.

"Me too, baby," Lexa groans.

Both girls dissolve into a pile of moans and grunts as they chase their release. Soon they are screaming into each other's mouths as they cum. Clarke thinks that Lexa is done but without warning, the brunette flips her onto her back and begins to pound into her again with the same force from before.

"Jesus, fuck!" Clarke screams almost unintelligibly. She doesn't care anymore if Kane comes up at this point. She can't manage to keep quiet when Lexa is wrecking her like this.

"Yes, daddy, fuck me harder," Clarke pants into Lexa's ear and rakes her nails down Lexa's back.

Lexa's does as she's told. She pulls out almost all the way before ramming the dick back into Clarke and setting a rough pace, making sure it goes as deep as it can. Clarke's back arches off the bed as she takes everything Lexa is giving her. Clarkes lets out one final choked scream as her last orgasm hits her. Lexa kisses the side of her face as she slows down and lets Clarke ride out the shock waves. Finally, Clarke's body stops trembling and Lexa slowly pulls the toy out of her before pulling the other side out of herself.

Lexa puts the toy aside and plummets on the bed beside Clarke.

"I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow," Clarke says in between heavy breaths.

Lexa laughs, "Then you better rest, babygirl. Our friends want us to go to breakfast with them tomorrow."

"Hmm, okay." Clarke sighed. She knew she was going to be walking weird tomorrow and she knew Raven wasn't going to shut up about it but she couldn't care less, this was so worth it.

Clarke lets Lexa pull the covers on top of them and throw an arm over her. Clarke snuggles up to Lexa and drifts off to sleep.