"Fuuuuuuuuuck, Cl- oh shit Clarke!"

My eyes threatened to roll back but I trained them to stay open, unwilling to miss even one second of this.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, I'm.. OH GOD RIGHT THERE."

Circles, circles were a good thing.

"Pl-please don't stop Clarke!"

Fuck, she tasted amazing, almost amazing as the view above me, thighs on either side of my face, Lexa using it a seat. I reached up with my spare hand, the other was currently in between my own legs, copying the same movement my tongue was tracing on Lexa's clit. Finding my destination, a hardened nipped, I didn't hold back. I already knew that she liked them to be played with, I already knew she came harder when they were pinched ruthlessly.

"So close, so close, so close" I grinned, watching Lexa press my hand closer to her body, I reluctantly had to move the hand that was getting myself off to grab a hold on Lexa's hips. They were currently grinding against my face, using me like a toy designed for one purpose.

I moved my tongue from her clit and thrusted it deep inside her, relishing in the guttural moan released from her.

"Fucking hell, Clarke."

I guided her, pulling her down on me, her pussy held onto my tongue and I felt myself clench in response. I knew from her previous orgasms that she needed her clit played with, she was teetering on the edge, the orgasm teasing her.

I moved my hand from her hip and reached across for he right hand a placed it in front of my nose, pushing her fingers against her straining nub. She got the message and immediately stoked herself, furiously rubbing three fingers against her clit as ground forwards and backwards against me. I went back to embracing her hip, readying both of us for her impending peak.

Her moans were constant and her words were indecipherable.

Her hips were stuttering and her hand was faltering.

Her head dropped forward and eyes widened, she watched me between her legs working my magic. "Oh god, Clarke!" Her eyebrows screwed together as she finally tore her eyes away from mine, I tensed my tongue and steeled my neck just as Lexa's moans matched her pleasure as she peaked.

Her had snapped back, my name released in a scream the same time as her core released all over my face. Streams of her juice coated my lips, overflowing in my mouth bringing out moans of my own.

She kept coming and coming, violently still attacking her swollen clit as she shook above me. She was dragging out her own pleasure and fucking hell, if that wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed, I didn't know what is.

Her hand eventually started to slow down, two fingers replaced three, which turned into one, solitary finger circling her brutalised nub. Her hips had stopped shaking and her juices had stopped flowing, the remains of her orgasm just dripping into my mouth. I pressed my tongue in further, not wanting her juices to stop, her taste was addicting and I wanted more. Lexa whined at my intrusion and moved off my face, I'd have to have more later.

She shimmied down the bed and rested her head against my chest. Her breath was still laboured and her hips still twitched as the ends of her orgasm came to finish.

"So," I started, "you squirt."

Lexa groaned in embarrassment and buried her head into my neck. "Only sometimes. Only when it's really, really good. I never thought you'd find out."

I laughed at her, "you didn't think sex would be really, really good with me? You didn't think I'd be good enough to get you to squirt?"

Lexa groaned again, "something like that."

"I don't know whether the be flattered that you thought about having sex with me, or insulted that you thought I'd be bad in bed!" I continued laughing at her embarrassed state.

She lifted her head up from me and rested her hand there instead, trying to frown at the situation which only made her look cuter. "it wasn't that I thought you would be bad, I just thought that you hadn't been with a girl before! I thought it would mainly be awkward fumbles and apologies."

I quirked my head to the side and smiled at her, "I suppose so."

"Suppose so? The first sign of you liking girls was that picture of you and Raven." Both our smiles dropped at the name, I needed to tell her.

"Lexa.. I" She cut me off.

"You did well at hiding your relationship." She pulled her hand away from me, "am I the only one who thinks about what else you may be good a hiding at?"

I cringed at the accusation, knowing full well that Lexa had a reason to be doubtful with me, "Lexa.. I" I tried again, I needed to tell her..

She cut my off again.

"Please don't try and explain your relationship with Raven." It was quiet, but just like normal, it was spoken loud enough to hear. "You're with her, yet you're fucking me."

It hurt, that hurt, but what else was she supposed to believe? "Lexa, please.."

I was getting on her last nerve, "please what, Clarke?"

"It's not like that.." She scoffed at my lame reply.

"As if, Clarke." She completely moved away from me, distancing herself from any contact between us two, "I really don't want to know about how you scream my name, yet run back to her."

"Lexa, can you stop interrupting me?" It was shouted a lot loud than I originally anticipated.

She finally stopped talking, it was a blessing, "okay Clarke. What do you have to say that's so important?"

It stopped me, she stopped me.

Turns out the blessing was a blessing in disguise.

"What else is there to say Clarke? You know my feelings, you know my part in this relationship. Yet you're with someone else." She took a deep breath, "I'm you're bit on the side. I'm you're extra. I know I couldn't be anything but that."

I paled at this, feeling sick at the knowledge of how she saw herself, how she thought I saw her, "Lexa, stop, please..." I couldn't have this, she needed to know, she couldn't go on feeling this way.

"What Clarke?" She stood up, I could tell see needed distance from me and it hurt, but I refused to think about that pain. She was hurting more than I was, she needed more help than I did. "You keep on interrupting me, you keep on saying my name, but nothing follows. What do you want Clarke?"

Frozen, completely frozen. Okay, now Clarke. Now is the perfect time.

I opened my mouth, settling myself for whatever words found its way out, before I was interrupt, yet again.

Lexa shuffled around, trying to find the source of the sound before she picked it up and held it to her ear, "Hello?"

I was breathless, yet annoyed. Perfect fucking timing.

"Yes, this is she." I perked up inconspicuously, "yes, I can pass the message one. Okay, thank you."

I quirked an eyebrow at her, awaiting an explanation at the interruption.

"Production are looking for me." She took a breath, "they want me to do hair and make up for Entertainment Weekley."

I nodded my head at her request, it didn't seem too hard.

"They want me to tell you that both you and Raven will needed tomorrow morning in Kane's office with myself at 10, to discuss your relationship outfits," She refused to look at me, playing with a stray piece for fabric before she continued, "you know, style tips, in case you end up dislodging a hairpin or two.."

I felt myself flush at the incentive, I knew what Kane meant for Raven and I, he wanted the PDA, he wanted the hand holding and kissing. He wanted the 'over the top' expressions of love, none of which were something neither Raven nor I were comfortable with.

"I don't know if I.."

She cut me off, yet again.

"He also wanted me to tell you how important this was, and that if you kept your word, you would be there?" She finished it like a question, but we both knew that Kane never questioned anything.

I nodded my head at her, silently trying to figure out the next steps.

"So," She started, "don't you have an early night tomorrow?"

"I.." I didn't, but I could have guessed the hint from a mile off, "I do, yes. I should go."

She silently nodded her head at me, neither of us knew what to say, neither of us had anything to say that could fix this.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," She stated, "With Raven."

I gathered my items, dressing quickly yet uncomfortably, I nodded my head with her.

She looked at me one final time before showing me the door, "don't forget who she is this time."