'We know very well who we are, so we hold it down when summer starts.
What kind of dough have you been spending?
What kind of bubblegum have you been blowing lately?'
Lexa turned over and looked at the alarm clock sitting on the edge of her bedside table, a bright green '8:07am' looked back at her in the dark and she sighed contentedly. She'd been running on fumes for weeks and today she had promised herself a sleep-in unmatched by any sleep-ins before. She was going to stay in bed all day if she had to, until she felt like she was fully rested enough to tackle the next few months of relentless work. '8:07' meant she had a full day of sleeping ahead of her, and she was so ready. Turning back over to shut out the light of her alarm clock, she briefly registered that the music Clarke was playing next door might have woken her up, but it certainly wasn't bothering her enough to be mad about it, she could definitely nap with a little music floating in the background.
"We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time"
'10:28'
By the way Clarke was now singing along, Lexa guessed she'd had the same album on repeat the whole morning, now familiar enough with it to add her voice over the top of the music. Lexa couldn't really blame her, she'd done the same thing when the album had first come out. She was a bit of a Halsey fan; she wasn't going to deny it.
Lexa had seen Clarke a couple of times since their kiss that one night a few weeks ago, but they hadn't really spoken too much about it. The way they acted around each other was a little different, a little more flirty, a little less restrained. But at the same time they were being a bit more cautious, neither of them sure where they stood with each other. Lexa had gone to give Clarke a kiss on the cheek the last time she left her apartment but Clarke had tried to do the same and they ended up giving each other an accidental and awkward half peck on the others' lips. It could have gone worse, they both blushed and neither of them seemed disgusted by it, but it was awkward all the same. Unfortunately, with both of their work schedules way out of sync at the moment they didn't have a lot of time to spend together, Lexa wasn't even sure she knew when the last time they sang together was, which seemed odd after it becoming such a regular part of her week. She figured she'd work it out after she had some more sleep.
"I'm bigger than my body
I'm colder than this home
I'm meaner than my demons
I'm bigger than these bones"
'13:12'
When Lexa woke to look at the time this time she knew she had to get up, she felt cosy enough to stay in bed for a few more hours at least, but she knew she wouldn't sleep tonight if she didn't get up now and do something, even if it was just going over to bother Clarke with watching a movie. Maybe she'd head over after a shower, sleeping in and staying under the blankets during the warmth of the day was a sure fire way to get pretty gross and sweaty, and she did kind of want to keep making a good impression.
Jumping in the shower she knew it was possible that Clarke would join her on the other side, it had happened enough now that they were pretty comfortable with the other person showering just for the hell of it if they heard the other person start the shower on the opposite side of the wall. But as the beat of the next song drifted through the wall Lexa almost regretted getting in, she knew all the words to this one and she had no doubt Clarke did too.
"He says, Oh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends
I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven
If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
I know you wanna go to heaven but you're human tonight"
Lexa wasn't going to lie, she knew where this song was going, and hearing Clarke serenade her with it was definitely turning her on more than she would have liked.
"And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool
For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with sounds"
"But do you feel like a young God?
You know the two of us are just young gods
And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath
And they're running, running, running"
"But do you feel like a young God?
You know the two of us are just young gods
And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath
And they're running, running, running again"
Lexa's mouth was getting dry thinking about the next lines, and she knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help the hand sliding down her body.
He says Oh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges
I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon
There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs
And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight"
She couldn't help but feel like she was crossing some kind of line touching herself while there was someone standing barely a metre away from her, but this was too much and not enough and Lexa couldn't help it.
"And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool
For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with sounds"
"But do you feel like a young God?
You know the two of us are just young gods
And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath
And they're running, running, running"
"But do you feel like a young God?
You know the two of us are just young gods
And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath
And they're running, running, running"
Lexa's voice cracked at the last line and she knew she'd gone too far. She couldn't just touch herself while thinking about someone in the shower across from her, so she stumbled out, turning off the faucet and fast-tracking it to her room to give herself some space away from thinking about the girl next door. Clarke. The girl she kissed and couldn't stop thinking about kissing and touching and. Lexa shook her head for a moment and gathered her thoughts. She couldn't go over to Clarke's thinking like this, she just had to put some clothes on and pull herself together and pretend she hadn't almost moaned her neighbour's name in the shower.
Clarke knew the person at her door was Lexa, because after the first time Clarke laughed at it she had started doing more and more intricate knocks, often to the beat of tunes she could actually recognise before she opened the door. Today's was 'The Imperial March' from Star Wars.
"Hey cutie," Clarke said, leaning forward and pressing her lips against Lexa's cheek, "come in! Did you have a good sleep-in? It seemed like you needed it this week."
"Yeah, I did actually, thanks, I definitely feel more rested than I have in a while."
"I know it's your rest day, so, 'Music & Lyrics' or 'Music & Lyrics,'" Clarke said, holding up two separate copies of exactly the same movie.
"Should I even ask why you have two copies of the same thing?" Lexa said, grabbing one and grinning as she put it in the DVD player beneath Clarke's tiny TV.
"Nah, that'd just be spoiling the fun, wouldn't it?"
Clarke threw herself on the couch and grabbed a blanket off the floor as Lexa sat down on the opposite side, crossing her legs and settling in to watch the movie.
"Um," Clarke said, "Lex, you appear to be sitting on the other side of the couch, which, by my standards is far too far away. I was kind of hoping inviting a pretty girl over to my apartment might mean I got some cuddles but… if you're not keen then…"
Lexa laughed and scooted across, wrapping Clarke up in her arms and squeezing until Clarke tapped out in a fit of giggles. "Okay then Miss Griffin, as you wish."
Being wrapped in Lexa's arms had its perks, Clarke decided, between her breath on Clarke's neck and her leg between Clarke's, she was pretty confident that the cuddling thing was a good decision on her part. She'd been slowly minimising the space between them by shuffling back into Lexa, which she thought Lexa hadn't noticed but,
"You're the worst little spoon ever, you know that?"
"I am not!" Clarke said, "I'm just doing your job for you, you're the one who's supposed to be cuddling me!"
Lexa gasped in mock outrage "hang on, you mean to tell me that this whole time I've been cuddling you you've thought I was a shit cuddler?"
"Well you could've at least felt me up a little bit, surely" Clarke said, throwing a wink at Lexa now that she had turned around to face her instead of the movie.
"Oh I see, that's how it is, is it? You think I need directions?"
"Yes. Like right now you should stop talking and ki-"
Lexa kissed her, hard, pressing her hands into Clarke's back and hoping that that was how the rest of Clarke's sentence was going to go. Clarke hummed into the kiss and smiled, breaking apart to push Lexa sideways so that she was sitting up and then grinding herself down into her lap. Lexa grinned, leaning forward and kissing Clarke again, slipping her tongue into Clarke's mouth and dragging a hand around from Clarke's back to cup her jaw, fingers splayed across the back of Clarke's neck.
Lexa was confused when Clarke pulled away, thinking surely she couldn't have already done something wrong. Clarke paused the film and flicked on the stereo, the Halsey album picking up where it had left off less than an hour before. Pulling her shirt over her head, Clarke beckoned Lexa to follow her, dropping items of clothing as she walked and watching as Lexa's eyes followed the swaying of her hips, pupils blown. Lexa was spurred into action as Clarke winked, hanging her shirt from her finger before letting it fall to the floor and turning down the hallway and out of Lexa's line of sight. Quickly following suit and leaving her clothes in a messy trail next to Clarke's, she started down the hallway. When she heard Clarke's shower spurt to life she grinned, knowing exactly how this was going to play out.
The sound from the stereo still on in Clarke's living room was drifting down to the bathroom, loud enough for both girls to still hear as Lexa opened the fogged glass of the shower door to find Clarke, just as naked as herself. Clarke had fantasised about pleasuring the woman next door in this very shower more times than she would care to admit, but she also knew she'd thought about it too much to care about how clichéd it was to want it to happen like this their first time. If the smirk on Lexa's face was anything to go by, though, she was definitely thinking it.
Lexa stepped in to the shower slowly, eyes raking up Clarke's body, pausing when her gaze reached her chest. She watched as the water moved down Clarke's front, staking a claim to the path between her breasts; Lexa wanted more than anything in that moment to reach out and follow the water with her fingers, and then her tongue, but she was brought out of her reverie by the sound of Clarke giggling, clearly amused at how long Lexa had been unable to tear her eyes away.
"See something you like?" Clarke questioned, smirking at Lexa who was quickly turning red at having been caught out. Lexa gulped, she nodded weakly, not trusting herself to be able to talk with her throat as dry as it felt. As confident as she felt in her almost every move as a police officer, and even in her everyday life, something about Clarke disarmed her. The feeling was extremely unfamiliar but with Clarke looking at her, her eyes heavy with lust and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, Lexa couldn't bring herself to find it unwelcome.
Clarke re-attached herself to Lexa's lips, dragging them both backwards into the warm water and threading her hands through the soft braids in Lexa's hair. Letting the water fall on Lexa's back, Clarke leaned against the tiled wall, not letting their mouths separate until she nudged at Lexa's chin with her nose, pushed her neck to the side and let her tongue slide up the expanse of skin from her collar bone, nipping her ear before planting her lips firmly back on the brunette's. Lexa pushed forward, pinning Clarke between the tiles and her own warm body, all the while flicking her tongue over the swell of the blonde's lower lip, seeking permission. Feeling the blonde sigh into her mouth, her tongue claiming Lexa's in response, Lexa couldn't contain the moan drawn up from the back of her throat as it fell on to Clarke's lips. Slipping her leg between Clarke's thighs drew out a sound that Lexa could only describe as a growl, deep and full of want; she stilled and moved to look at the blonde's face, smirking, expecting to see embarrassment at such a noise, but Lexa was surprised to find Clarke's face defiant and clearly beyond caring about censoring herself.
Clarke spun the two of them and pressed Lexa against the tiled wall hard, her teeth on the brunette's neck and her hands at her hips. Clarke knew immediately that she needed to kick it up a notch, the roughness of her teeth on Lexa's neck bringing with it a frankly pornographic moan from the woman in front of her. She palmed Lexa's breasts and let her mouth pull on the skin of the woman's neck until she was sure she would have left a very impressive mark, the skin already red and mottled as she worked her way back to the brunette's mouth. Pushing her tongue between Lexa's lips and moaning at the feeling of their tongues slicking together, Clarke let one of her hands drop to the apex of Lexa's legs, drawing in a sharp breath at the wetness she found when she did. Lexa whimpered, not expecting to have the blonde's fingers against her so suddenly, surprised and aroused by the feeling.
"God, you're so wet," Clarke said, not pretending to be anything less than captivated by the feeling of her fingers slipping through Lexa's folds. She drew her hand back up the brunette's abdomen, dragging a trail of Lexa's own wetness in a path up her body with her fingers. Clarke pulled back to look at the woman in front of her, watching as the woman's eyes closed, her head falling back against the tiles and her neck arching deliciously, showcasing some of Clarke's best art in red, angry patches up both sides. Clarke, more turned on that she felt she may ever have been in her life, dipped her head, closing her lips around the pink bud of Lexa's nipple, pinching the other with her hand and listening intently to the noises Lexa was letting slip under Clarke's ministrations. She let her teeth graze over the brunette's nipple, more sure than ever that the girl she was desperate to please appreciated a little more pressure and forcefulness when it came to her pleasure. Lexa was squirming beneath her touch, rutting her hips forward in a silent plea for Clarke to move faster, whimpering and sighing unabashedly each time Clarke swiped her tongue over her now painfully stiff nipples. Clarke had no intention to disappoint the goddess standing in front of her, and so dropped to her knees, her hands reaching up to anchor the brunette's hips against the wall.
Clarke moaned openly as her tongue first slipped into Lexa's sex, tasting her and lapping up the juices from her folds. Lexa was breathing heavily, preparing herself for what she could tell was going to be one of the best orgasms of her life, not able to fathom anything other than the feeling of Clarke's mouth between her legs. She felt Clarke release her hip with her right hand and watched as she moved it down to stroke a line up her inner thigh. Clarke looked up at Lexa, seeking confirmation that her movements were okay, and Lexa nodded profusely, not able to control her hips as they stuttered off the wall in the direction of Clarke's mouth.
"You," Clarke said, sliding a single finger inside Lexa up to the first knuckle "are so," she was going agonisingly slowly, her control being tested at the feeling, "so wet for me." Clarke hadn't always been big on dirty talk, but once she discovered how frequently it enhanced the experience for the person (more often than not, girl) she was pleasuring, she found she often couldn't help herself. Predictably, at hearing Clarke's words, Lexa let out a whine and ground her hips down onto Clarke's finger, her eyes flying open in surprise at how much Clarke's words had affected her. She had heard Clarke's affinity for dirty talk in action through the walls before, but she had never thought she would find it so arousing herself. Looking at the blonde, Lexa saw a knowing smirk painted on the girl's face, juxtaposed against her own which she was sure was incredibly flushed. Lexa nodded, attempting to convey her decision to trust Clarke on this one, and let her head fall back against the tiles once again as Clarke resumed her work between the brunette's legs.
"Is this all for me," Clarke said, her tongue wiping Lexa's wetness off her thighs as she moved her finger slowly in and out of the brunette, she hummed "mmm, you taste so good, baby, so good for me." Lexa was so overwhelmed she could barely choke out a single word, but she managed to still the moans falling from her lips long enough to tell Clarke she needed "m-more, Clarke, more."
"You want more, baby, you want more fingers inside you?"
"Yes." It was nearly a whisper.
As much as Clarke wanted to ravage the woman standing above her, she was also desperate to draw this out for as long as she could, knowing she could make the experience absolutely unforgettable. She withdrew her finger from inside Lexa, but instead of returning it with another as Lexa had asked, she took the opportunity to slip her tongue between the woman's folds once again, pushing at her entrance with the stiffened tip. She let her fingers trail up to Lexa's clit, circling it as she moved her tongue inside the brunette. Clarke moaned, mostly for herself, but in the knowledge that the vibrations from her mouth would make the feeling all the more enjoyable for the woman above her who was making noises Clarke knew she would be able to remember the next time she needed inspiration to move her skilled fingers over herself in a time of need. Clarke was taking her time but her control was waning, and she could tell the woman above her was getting closer and closer to the edge by the second. She stilled her tongue and moved her fingers back to the woman's entrance, circling it and pushing two of her fingers inside only marginally faster than she had done the first time. At the feeling of Clarke's fingers finally moving inside her again, Lexa let out a guttural moan, letting the sound join the steam of the shower as she had all the others.
"Lexa," Clarke let her fingers slide of the brunette's entrance, "you're so beautiful," she said as she slid them back in, starting to set a pace, pumping in and out of the woman above her. "Baby, you're so good for me, so tight. I want you so wet baby, I want you dripping, I want your cum all over my mouth, I'm going to make you cum so hard baby." Clarke's voice was breathy, her own arousal overpowering her ability to make her mouth form words. Moving her mouth to Lexa's clit, it didn't take long to push her over the edge, the brunette's muscles shaking as she struggled to keep herself standing, moaning as she came back from her high. Clarke guided Lexa down to the floor, knowing neither of them were strong enough to keep her upright at that point. Clarke straddled across Lexa's legs, kissing her softly on the forehead and leaning back to look at her as she regained her composure. Catching her breath, Lexa smiled up at Clarke, still more than a little astounded at what had just happened between the two of them. Dragging her hands through Clarke's hair she whispered; "let's go to bed."