AN: I apologize for the slight delay, seems there was a holiday this week. ;-) Anyway, please do enjoy. And if you're under age, maybe skip this one.
Relief.
Clarke felt it for about forty-five seconds before the all-consuming passion invaded her senses.
There was little else she thought about besides Lexa's hungry mouth and her wandering hands as she was pushed back into the apartment door with such careful force.
How could someone do both?
Only Lexa could.
The thought caused Clarke to smile in the middle of their fierce kiss. She didn't miss the way Lexa whimpered at the small yet inconvenient space between their lips.
Hearing that sound escape through her girlfriend's mouth was her undoing, and she didn't fight it then.
Hands grew desperate as their lips continued to battle for contiguity.
Lexa wasted no time ridding the blonde of her sweater, enjoying the way it sounded as it unzipped and fell behind her. She made quick work of her shirt and belt too, craving to feel the warmth she had been missing the past few days.
Clarke was equally as eager to divest her girlfriend and she began to help her out of her clothes as she walked them back towards the nearest piece of furniture.
Boots and shoes were toed off and kicked away right before they landed on one of the couches.
Their ragged breathing echoed in the living room as Lexa moved further up the settee, so they weren't hanging off one end, and when Clarke covered her body with hers she moaned out loud.
"I missed you." The brunette muttered as she felt their skin finally come into direct contact.
Clarke smiled against a particularly intoxicating neck and nodded. "I missed you too, babe."
They kissed with a renewed hunger as Clarke felt Lexa's finger tips dig intimately into the curves of her hips.
Neither girl cared that they fell asleep entwined on the sofa, too spent to move to the comfort of their own bed.
When Clarke opened her eyes again, she realized the chill in the air was what had taken her from her peaceful sleep. The expanse of her back, except for the skin beneath Lexa's arms, was cold and covered with goosebumps.
She contemplated dealing with their situation. After all, her front was fairly warm, and she hated the idea of waking Lexa up. But in the end, she decided it was best to risk rousing her than to toss and turn trying to keep warm.
It was hard not to smile as she heard the brunette mumble incoherently once she planted one foot to stand up. Luckily, she only mumbled again and turned to face the back of the couch, giving the blonde a nice view of her toned butt before she walked away.
"Clarke?"
Unfortunately, her absence was very much felt when Lexa realized she was alone and no longer being kept warm by the blonde's body.
"Coming." She whispered on her way back with a blanket in her arms. "Do you want to get up and go to bed?"
Green eyes gazed up at her blearily before she groaned a simple no in response.
"I guess we're spooning on the couch, then." Clarke smiled widely at the sight of Lexa backing up into the sofa and opening her arms wide for her.
They fell asleep rather quickly once they cuddled up and warded off the cold.
Anya and Raven sat in the dancer's kitchen, digging into the scrambled eggs and toast they had put together.
They smiled and laughed as they talked about the younger Silva and her girlfriend. Both agreed there was no doubt they had made up, and the older girl thanked the brunette for letting her crash to give the couple privacy.
When they were nearly finished with their breakfast, Raven looked pensively at her friend and smiled. "I think you should come to Tassels again tonight."
There was a moment of silence as Anya shook her head slowly. "Please don't make me go." She joked. "One night of Indra is enough." She took a large gulp of her coffee before smiling back at the girl.
"Come on." Raven replied. "You know you love Indra. Come on, I'll take you to Polis Billiards after to unwind."
The other girl laughed softly and shrugged in defeat. "Ok. You owe me a pitcher of beer, though."
"Deal." Raven nodded as they finished eating and discussed how they would handle Anya's clothing situation. Her bag was stuck at Clarke and Lexa's apartment, and there was no way she was about to go back there so soon.
After much thinking, and some heavy cajoling from Raven, they ended up running to the nearest store to grab Anya an outfit for the day.
She was glad they had, because as soon as they stepped into Tassels, Indra rushed them with a look of panic. Apparently, the house bartender and writer had called in sick along with her girlfriend. Go figure.
"Why am I not surprised?" Raven rolled her eyes in jest. "They're probably getting it on like bunnies right now."
Indra shot her a disapproving glare before Anya rolled her eyes and tilted her head back with a groan. "Please, Rae, that's my sister you're talking about."
A small blush crept up on the dancer's cheeks as she shrugged. "Sorry."
The owner looked bashfully at Anya, and the girl shook her head in response. She knew what was coming, and there was no way out. "I hate to ask, but can you help me cover the bar, Anya?" Indra smiled wide to convince the girl.
A small head shake later the girl replied. "I'm not a bartender, Indra. I'd be no good."
Indra waved her hand dismissively. "You can help out. I have a server who can bartend, but you'll need to cover them on the floor."
After some careful consideration, the girl accepted albeit reluctantly. "Fine, Indra."
"Thank you, Anya. Sweet girl, I owe you one." Indra blew her a kiss before walking away, leaving the girls rooted in place.
"You owe me two pitchers, Rae."
"Fuck."
They sighed in unison as they split up and began what ended up being one of the busiest nights at Tassels.
Lexa moaned deeply, and her eyes closed reflexively to relish the feeling.
A smile broke out on Clarke's face as she continued to lather her girlfriend's chest and shoulders.
Their entire day had been spent in the space of their apartment. They woke up, shared kisses, cooked breakfast together before more kisses and touches helped them reconnect.
After having spent several hours back on the couch, and finally moving to the bedroom, the blonde had walked provocatively out of Lexa's arms and into the washroom.
Her nude form taunting the brunette before she too left the warm bed in search of the washroom, nearly tripping on her own two feet before making it to her destination in one piece.
Lexa was quick to light the candles they kept scattered in the room while her girlfriend filled the tub with hot water and scented oils and salts.
At first, the brunette fought the artist for position in the bathtub, but as she reveled in the sponge bath she was treated to, she was glad she had allowed Clarke to be first in.
"We can totally reenact the scene from Pretty Woman right now." Clarke suggested with a smile.
The brunette laughed softly as she shook her head. "If you were taller maybe."
The comment earned her a small swat at her shoulder before the girl behind her responded. "Yeah, and if you were the CEO of some company, right?"
"So that does make you the prostitute." She teased and waited for her well-earned slap that never came.
Instead, she felt a soft bite on her earlobe before she instinctively craned her neck to stop the attack. "Jerk." Clarke's husky voice warmed the skin by her ear again.
They smiled together as Lexa readjusted herself comfortably against the blonde. "I did say I was sorry about everything, right?" The brunette started as she sighed deeply.
"Yes, and I did, too. And I still mean it, I'm sorry."
"We're ok right?" Lexa continued.
"Yes. I don't think we'd be playing hooky, naked in a tub together, if we weren't babe." She replied with a small smile.
A small sigh of relief escaped the brunette as she searched under the water for Clarke's hand. They linked their fingers together, the sponge forgotten somewhere in the tub.
Clarke brought their hands over to her lips and placed a small kiss on the writer's knuckles before wrapping their arms around her torso.
Silence engulfed them as they basked in the nearness of each other's bodies and the warm water that enveloped them.
After some quiet moments, Lexa broke the silence. "Oh, with everything that happened I didn't get a chance to ask you about Chicago. How did it go?"
She thought about her answer for a second before Clarke realized she wasn't nervous about that subject. Whatever had to be said would be said, and she was ready to share everything with the girl in her arms. "It went great, babe." She began to tell Lexa about the event and unveiling of her work at the gallery. She talked endlessly about the owners and how incredibly generous they were to allow her simple and no-name art to take up space on their walls.
"They're the lucky ones, Clarke. Your work is going to bring them tons of customers, and soon the money and request will start coming in." The brunette commented with a proud smile she wished the girl could see.
A small nod told her the blonde had received the encouragement gratefully. "It was interesting talking to so many people in the business."
"Good, keeping connected, you are on your way to stardom, babe."
"Please." Clarke laughed softly. "You're stroking my ego, I love it."
Lexa chuckled as she hugged herself tighter with their entwined arms. "Well, it sounds like it went without a hitch, and I'm glad."
The small silent pause had her shifting slightly to look back at the blonde. "Yeah, almost perfect." Clarke locked gazes with her girlfriend before showing her a small smile.
"What is it? What happened?" Her tone dripped with concern.
Clarke reminded herself that she wanted to be open and honest with the brunette as she shifted nervously, moving the water around and hearing it slosh before she continued. After swallowing the lump in her throat, she began to retell what happened with Roan. She chose not to share the admission of love just yet, however. "I was furious. He had the nerve to suggest that I was in the gallery because of him, again. He's such a dick. I came so close to punching him."
Lexa puffed out a frustrated sigh before shaking her head repeatedly. She felt a little foolish because for a second she considered letting the jealousy creep up. She trusted Clarke, but who didn't get nervous at hearing their significant other say they recently crossed paths with an ex? Now, she just felt the need to punch this Roan character to defend her girlfriend. "I wish I could have been there with you. If not to knock his lights out, then to hold your hand while you told him off."
"Thanks, babe." The blonde smiled gratefully at her girlfriend. "I'm glad you weren't there, though. He has a way of bringing out the worst in me. I'm a different person when he's around. Angry."
"That's understandable." Lexa nodded. "Every story that involves that guy makes him sound like an infuriating person. People like him have a talent for playing with people's emotions. Anger is a pretty simple one to ignite in someone."
Clarke nodded before hugging Lexa closer. "He's great at that. I still can't believe I chose to share any part of my life with him."
"Every person we cross, we do so for a reason." She offered, believing in the words she just uttered.
"Yeah, he seems to think his purpose in my life was to teach me a lesson. He believes it in his tiny brain that I am the person I am now because of everything he did. Including the cheating."
"Asshole." Replied the brunette.
"Yes, he is." Clarke sighed before shaking her head. "But, I am glad that I got to see him for one reason, I told him about you, and how happy I was to be with you."
Lexa craned her neck to look at her. "Really?"
The blonde nodded slowly. "Yes." She smiled.
Her sudden admission made the brunette feel guilty for everything that had happened. The way her face fell didn't go unnoticed by the blonde. "How awesome it must have felt to come home to my accusations after all of that, right?"
Shaking her head adamantly, Clarke replied. "I was shocked, sure, but you could never make me feel the way Roan does. Please don't compare yourself to him. Ever." She implored.
They shared a silent and locked gaze for some time before Lexa nodded. "I'm happy, too." She finally broke the silence with her words and genuine smile.
"Yeah?" Clarke questioned, excited to hear that from the brunette.
"Definitely."
"Good." The blonde smiled before dipping forward to capture the girl's lips in a slow kiss.
Several minutes later, Lexa shifted around to let some of the cold water drain. She didn't foresee them exiting the tub any time soon, and she doubted Clarke was a fan of cold bath water, so she quickly let the hot water fill up around them.
"Have you thought about asking MPC to return your manuscript?" The blonde spoke once they readjusted in the warmth of the water.
Lexa shook her head. "I won't be doing that." She paused. "I'm thinking about sending them the cover page and leaving it up to fate after that."
"I know they'll like it, Lex. I feel it." Clarke replied. "But I am still sorry about everything."
"We've moved on." Lexa shook her head. "Let's not dwell on the past."
The blonde nodded in agreement as she liked her girlfriend's plan. "When you get that call, I'm taking you out to the most expensive dinner money can buy." She added.
After a small chuckle, the brunette replied. "I'd settle for some greasy onion rings and another bath night." She smiled back at her.
"That can be arranged."
Feeling the sudden and urgent need to kiss her, Lexa turned around to straddle the blonde. She moved in quickly, not caring about the splashing of water over the edge of the tub.
Her move caught the girl off guard, but she recovered nicely as she moaned into their kiss. And judging by her eager hands, Lexa knew her spontaneous kiss was very much welcomed and appreciated.
Clarke felt the familiar pang of desire in her stomach and center as she pulled on the brunette's hips. She wanted no space to separate them, and suddenly she became irrationally envious of the water that slopped between them.
Another moan echoed as their mouths moved against each other, sending a flurry of butterflies down both of their bodies. It was then that Clarke knew she wanted more. So, she expertly used one hand to anchor her girlfriend to her while the other sought out the place she needed to touch the most.
She felt herself get increasingly flustered when her fingers moved fluidly against Lexa's center.
Lexa moaned and her body spasmed when she felt the sly fingers move over her sensitive clit. The action forced her to break the kiss, much to Clarke's disappointment, and she soon found herself being pulled back in towards a hungry set of lips.
Water continued to splash around as Clarke saw the opportunity to hit Lexa with a surprise of her own. Her slips moved slowly and with purpose before her tongue invaded the girl's mouth, diverting her attention away from below the surface of the water, where she wasted no time in entering her girlfriend.
The blonde smiled victoriously as she heard the girl above her gasp for air. If it weren't for the rewarding sound, Clarke might have been disappointed by the loss of contact between their lips.
She quickly found she needed both, however, and her mouth searched for Lexa's mouth again. They kissed ardently before the blonde's hand began to move under the water, working against the warm and slick center skillfully.
A guttural moan escaped from Lexa's mouth before she bit Clarke's bottom lip as a way to quell the burning that coursed throughout her body like electricity. She found herself moving in sync with her girlfriend 's rhythm, but she had no idea if her body was the conductor, or if the blonde's hands were.
The blonde felt the loss of Lexa's mouth when she rested her forehead against her shoulder to breathe. She knew she was close, and she soon curled her fingers against her front wall to build up what was coming.
Lexa needed another outlet for the energy flowing through her and she quickly found the blonde's neck. She bit and sucked hungrily against the sensitive skin, pulling a moan of satisfaction from the blonde's lips with a smile.
"You're distracting me." Clarke mumbled as she hugged her girlfriend close and continued to move in and out of her.
Out of breath and semi-coherently Lexa complimented the blonde. "You're doing great. Keep going." She mumbled in between a couple of pauses to breathe in air.
It didn't take long for Lexa to feel herself tense in anticipation.
Clarke heard their labored breathing as she angled her wrist with every deepened thrust.
Sounds mingled around them as the water moved around and their gasps for air became more prominent. And when Lexa's release hit her, they groaned in unison.
Their chests heaved, and their bodies slumped against each other as they both recovered.
"Wow." Lexa finally voiced as she pulled out of Clarke's neck to kiss her deeply.
"I know." Clarke replied groggily, but still managed to sound cocky.
They stayed wrapped up for several minutes before Lexa moved. "My legs are numb, babe. Want to finish this in bed?"
"Nope." The blonde replied. "I have a better idea." She moved Lexa back carefully before she drained the water and switched the tap to run towards the shower head instead.
Sensing her plan, Lexa stood and grinned. "Someone's beginning to like this."
"You have no idea." Clarke replied as she pulled her in to kiss her with renewed urgency. "Shower sex with you is one of my favorite past-times."
The brunette smiled into their kiss. "And here I thought it was baseball." She teased as she felt the warm spray of water fall on her back when she dipped to her knees.
Her hands traveled up toned and slick calves before lifting a leg to the tub's edge.
Both girls moaned when her tongue found Clarke's bundle of nerves and her fingers entered her without preamble.
As the blonde's own fingers hid in the brunette's matted chestnut waves, Lexa licked and nipped feverishly. She found her own lust and drive sky rocket as her girlfriend's free hand suddenly moved to her shoulder with a vice grip.
She pumped quickly and breathed heavily against Clarke's center as she exerted herself for the girl.
Breathing heavily, the blonde pulled desperately on her girlfriend's shoulder. "Wait, get up here."
Slightly confused, the brunette looked up questioningly. Her mouth abandoning its target, but her fingers never missing their mark. When the girl nodded down at her she stood and quickly backed them up into the wall, careful not to compromise their footing on the slippery surface below.
Still keeping her mission in mind, Lexa silently instructed Clarke to place her leg on the edge again so she could better angle her hand. Her thumb began to rub against the girl's clit while her fingers continued to move profoundly inside her center.
Their lips found each other, and in between heavy pants, they dueled and coaxed more sounds out into the open.
"Babe…" Clarke muttered against her girlfriend's lips.
"I know." The other girl replied as she increased the speed with which she moved her hand.
The blonde gasped and released a moan before she came apart. She repeated the brunette's name as her lungs searched for more air and she recovered.
"Oh god, Lexa." She sighed before she gripped the brunette's face and kissed her. Her tongue licked playfully against her lips, and she thanked her silently when she allowed their tongues to meet before they deepened the kiss.
They felt the water run cold and neither one cared as they finished washing each other off before they moved their activities back into the bedroom.
Shower sex was definitely something both of them were becoming extremely fond of.
TBC…
Officially made up. Did anyone really doubt it? Those two can't keep their hands off each other. Poor Anya, though, stuck with working Clexa's shifts. LOL. I'm sure Raven will make it up to her with those beers, though. P.S. I couldn't help it, I need to throw in that Pretty Woman inspired scene in. Wonder what good things will happen in the next chapter. Stay tuned!
