A/N: This is sort of like Fiery Feral's What Should've Happened Next but I couldn't think of what moment Lexa would be thinking since she was either unconscious or completely flirty. Anyway ...
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"Jesse!" Lexa called as she marched through Sanctuary. "This is impossible, you were only 4 feet ahead of me!" she shouted as she passed Brennan at the computers. "Jesse!" Even though her conscious was nagging at her to find out what exactly happened between her synthetic-clone and Jesse, she was having too much fun carelessly playing with him the past two days. The banter and tension was enough to keep her mind off of what her heart was actually feeling. 'I don't know why my synthetic-clone can do it but I can't', she thought before she could stop herself. More times than not, Lexa wanted to grab Jesse by the face and kiss him like she did while they were trapped in the cell a couple weeks ago.
"Jesse!" she called again. "You can run but you can't hide!"
Before Lexa knew it, hands stretched from the solid wall and wrapped around her, she was pulled through the wall. She turned around and was pressed against Jesse's form. "Isn't that weird, you said the exact same thing to me last night," he added, his hot breath leaving a tingling sensation on her face.
Lexa made a face. "Ha-ha-ha ..." she pushed him away with a grin. "So, what exactly happened?"
Jesse backed a step away and put his hands in his pockets. "I don't know ..." he began, he turned around and walked a few steps farther into what Lexa realized was Jesse's bedroom. "That full body massage is looking really good right about now ... from what you put me through last night."
Lexa wanted to see Jesse's face to see if he was lying, but all she could see was truth in those sapphire blues. "Damn, what happened?" she asked, getting worried.
Jesse raised his shoulders in a shrug and sighed. "All right, all right. You kissed me and then kicked my ass ..." he admitted.
"Well, you didn't need a synthetic-clone for that, honey," she said sweetly, with a hint of poison in a smile.
"For what? The kiss or the ass-kicking?" he inquired, getting closer.
Lexa sulkily walked towards Jesse and wrapped her arms around his neck and frowned. "Well, it all depends on what color you paint my toenails ..." she said before she moved past Jesse and walked farther into his room.
Jesse grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him again. "Trust me, you don't want me painting your toenails ... but I'm not sure you would completely hate giving me a massage," he added sensually with a grin.
Lexa didn't move away this time but got closer, she put her mouth close to his ear, her heartbeat beating faster and faster. "If I can't have you, I can touch your skin and dream," she said sarcastically into his ear.
Jesse laughed, his cheeks blushing, his face was hot on Lexa's skin. Lexa's heart felt like it was going to explode because it was beating so fast, she was sure Lexa could feel it under his clothes. This is what she wanted, to be close to someone, and she couldn't think of anyone other than Jesse. It was like everything else faded away. Jesse had moved his cheek away from her ear and moved his head back far enough to lock eyes with Lexa.
Lexa unhooked her arms and brought her hands to rest on the base of his neck, a memory of their first kiss flooded her mind, she wanted that memory to be real again. The last time, at first Lexa had kissed him to face her own problems. The second time however, was deeper, and was because Lexa really thought she would never see Jesse again. Jesse knew what she was thinking, probably from her expression, and met her half way and joined his lips with hers. This time, Jesse wasn't surprised, he had time to press Lexa closer to him. Lexa opened her mouth to deepen the kiss and Jesse explored without pausing. Seconds or minutes later, Lexa pulled away.
"Was it like that?" she asked silently, trying to regain breath.
"Better," he replied with a smile.
"And what about this?" Lexa grabbed Jesse's arm and threw him on the bed then ran out of the room.
"Lexa!" he called back.
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A/N Hope you like it :-)
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"Jesse!" Lexa called as she marched through Sanctuary. "This is impossible, you were only 4 feet ahead of me!" she shouted as she passed Brennan at the computers. "Jesse!" Even though her conscious was nagging at her to find out what exactly happened between her synthetic-clone and Jesse, she was having too much fun carelessly playing with him the past two days. The banter and tension was enough to keep her mind off of what her heart was actually feeling. 'I don't know why my synthetic-clone can do it but I can't', she thought before she could stop herself. More times than not, Lexa wanted to grab Jesse by the face and kiss him like she did while they were trapped in the cell a couple weeks ago.
"Jesse!" she called again. "You can run but you can't hide!"
Before Lexa knew it, hands stretched from the solid wall and wrapped around her, she was pulled through the wall. She turned around and was pressed against Jesse's form. "Isn't that weird, you said the exact same thing to me last night," he added, his hot breath leaving a tingling sensation on her face.
Lexa made a face. "Ha-ha-ha ..." she pushed him away with a grin. "So, what exactly happened?"
Jesse backed a step away and put his hands in his pockets. "I don't know ..." he began, he turned around and walked a few steps farther into what Lexa realized was Jesse's bedroom. "That full body massage is looking really good right about now ... from what you put me through last night."
Lexa wanted to see Jesse's face to see if he was lying, but all she could see was truth in those sapphire blues. "Damn, what happened?" she asked, getting worried.
Jesse raised his shoulders in a shrug and sighed. "All right, all right. You kissed me and then kicked my ass ..." he admitted.
"Well, you didn't need a synthetic-clone for that, honey," she said sweetly, with a hint of poison in a smile.
"For what? The kiss or the ass-kicking?" he inquired, getting closer.
Lexa sulkily walked towards Jesse and wrapped her arms around his neck and frowned. "Well, it all depends on what color you paint my toenails ..." she said before she moved past Jesse and walked farther into his room.
Jesse grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him again. "Trust me, you don't want me painting your toenails ... but I'm not sure you would completely hate giving me a massage," he added sensually with a grin.
Lexa didn't move away this time but got closer, she put her mouth close to his ear, her heartbeat beating faster and faster. "If I can't have you, I can touch your skin and dream," she said sarcastically into his ear.
Jesse laughed, his cheeks blushing, his face was hot on Lexa's skin. Lexa's heart felt like it was going to explode because it was beating so fast, she was sure Lexa could feel it under his clothes. This is what she wanted, to be close to someone, and she couldn't think of anyone other than Jesse. It was like everything else faded away. Jesse had moved his cheek away from her ear and moved his head back far enough to lock eyes with Lexa.
Lexa unhooked her arms and brought her hands to rest on the base of his neck, a memory of their first kiss flooded her mind, she wanted that memory to be real again. The last time, at first Lexa had kissed him to face her own problems. The second time however, was deeper, and was because Lexa really thought she would never see Jesse again. Jesse knew what she was thinking, probably from her expression, and met her half way and joined his lips with hers. This time, Jesse wasn't surprised, he had time to press Lexa closer to him. Lexa opened her mouth to deepen the kiss and Jesse explored without pausing. Seconds or minutes later, Lexa pulled away.
"Was it like that?" she asked silently, trying to regain breath.
"Better," he replied with a smile.
"And what about this?" Lexa grabbed Jesse's arm and threw him on the bed then ran out of the room.
"Lexa!" he called back.
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A/N Hope you like it :-)