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The meeting with Nia is still up in the air, Lexa hasn't heard back from Roan with anything concrete yet. She's hoping something is in place soon; in the meantime, she has another meeting set up with Indra tomorrow evening. For now, the teenagers, Lexa, Anya, Octavia, Lincoln and Bellamy are back in school and trying to get back to some semblance of normality. Final exams are just around the corner; in all honestly at the moment, they're all hoping the studying they did prior to Finn being stabbed will get them through, because really, school has been the last thing on any of their minds just recently.
Lexa is currently suffering an inability to concentrate. She has a free period and has situated herself in the six-form common room, trying her best to do something, anything that could be remotely considered studying; and failing miserably.
What doesn't help is that she knows for a fact that Clarke has a free period right now. Since her meeting with Roan, they have been extra careful, meaning, no sleep overs, much to Lexa's dismay, and Clarke's for that matter.
She's glances down at her notes, and when the letters start flying around the page, she gives up, and decides to do what she really wants, go and steal a few precious moments with her girlfriend.
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She glances into the art classroom and is delighted to see its empty. Sometimes Clarke will give extra tuition to students in her free periods. She glances to the head of the room, and the doorway that leads to Clarke's, office come store room, she knows Clarke also likes to work on her own art or catch up on paperwork back there in her free time. A light illuminating from the door suggests that the gorgeous blond is currently doing just that.
Lexa quietly makes her way over to the room and steps inside, she sees Clarke, hunched over a bunch of papers seated at the end of a large work table that she has in the medium sized room. Lexa lets her backpack drop off her shoulder onto the floor as she shuts the door behind her.
The clicking of the door is what finally gets Clarke's attention, when she looks up, she can't help but smile at the sight of her young lover. The last few days have been hard, not being able to be with the Lexa in the way that she really wants to be.
Lexa saunters over, already knowing that she made the right choice in binning off her attempt at studying. "Hey."
Clarke gets all the papers together and rises from her seat before filing them away on the side and coming towards Lexa. "Hey yourself."
Clarke accepts Lexa into her arms without question, and Lexa drops a quick peck onto her lips before encasing the teacher into a hug and burying her face into what is fast becoming one of her favourite places, Clarke's neck. Clarke always smells so good.
Clarke sighs with happiness at Lexa's actions, she needs this. She enjoys the embrace for a good few minutes before quietly speaking. "I thought you were supposed to be studying?"
Lexa starts to pepper Clarke's neck with kisses as she speaks. "I couldn't concentrate, especially when I thought about you in this room, with no windows, a lockable door, and no students for the next hour at least."
Clarke sighs, she knows how dangerous this is, but it feels like so long she's she felt Lexa on her like this. "Lex." She puts on her best warning voice, in the hope that it will encourage Lexa to stop, because she knows that she definitely doesn't have the will power to stop this from going any further.
Lexa pulls back, she's torn, she knows she's taking a huge risk, and in reality, it's Clarke that will take the brunt of it if they're caught. As much as she doesn't want to, she is willing to stop this before it goes any further, for Clarke's sake.
She looks into the older woman's eyes and is taken aback by the level of desire she's met with. The blue of Clarke's eyes almost completely gone, her pupils are that dilated. Clarke can see the hesitation in Lexa's eyes, she knows she's willing to stop, for her sake, and Clarke loves her for it, she really does. But as is usually the case when Lexa is in such close proximity, Clarke can't think straight.
Clarke pounces on her lips, and it takes Lexa less than a millisecond to respond in kind. They both struggle for control of the kiss, tongues fighting for the upper hand.
It's not long before Clarke's feels herself being lifted by strong arms onto her work table, lexa stands in front of her in her now sitting position, in between Clarke's legs, both still lost in a passionate kiss. Lexa knows what she wants and it's almost like a subconscious action, as she pulls Clarke's skirt up so it's around her waist, and then in the same fluid action pulls her panties down her legs, momentarily breaking the kiss, to slide them off her feet, and place the garment into the pocket of her school blazer.
She looks back at Clarke before she kisses her again, she looks absolutely drunk on lust, on love. Lexa can barely take how much she wants and needs this woman, and if Clarke's current look is anything to go by, the art teacher feels exactly the same. Lexa dives straight back in and kisses Clarke with all of her might, just trying to convey everything she's feeling into this kiss.
Clarke's tongue is back in Lexa mouth almost immediately, and she can feel herself moving forward from the edge of the table, now exposed and looking for any kind of friction from the younger woman.
She's knows she shouldn't feel this way, but the pure fucking excitement of Lexa dressed in her full school uniform, blazer, tie the works, about to fuck her at school, knowing that despite it being the most unlikely thing ever, someone could walk through that door and catch them. She doesn't know if it's because it's all so deliciously taboo, but she almost comes at the thought alone. She knows it's not going to take long once Lexa does eventually touch her, which is probably a good thing in the circumstances.
Lexa slides one hand inside of Clarke's shirt and under her bra. She's loves Clarke's boobs, she knows they don't really have time for foreplay, and from the way Clarke is writhing beneath her touch she knows it isn't really required. Fuck she knows from the aching wetness between her own legs that it isn't needed.
She works her free hand through Clarke's folds. Clarke groans as the frustration of waiting for Lexa to touch her leaves her body, and Lexa groans at just how wet Clarke is for her. She seeks out her clit immediately and starts working circles just how she knows Clarke likes it. True to both of their predictions, Clarke starts to feel her orgasm building immediately. She stops the kiss, and bites down on Lexa's bottom lip, to try and delay the inevitable a little longer. Lexa knows what's she's doing, and she doesn't want Clarke to wait. She wants the satisfaction of knowing that she made Clarke come so quickly.
She works two of her fingers inside of Clarke, much to her delight they slip in embarrassingly easily, and she feels Clarke clench around them immediately, Lexa smiles against Clarke's lips, they aren't really kissing any more, Clarke's face more just resting against hers as she too concentrated on her breathing, and still trying her best not to come.
She starts to pump in and out of Clarke with her two fingers, and Lexa's thumb takes over from what her fingers were doing on Clarke's clit a few seconds ago. It takes literally three thrusts, Lexa counts, before Clarke is coming all over her hand, he heads flies back before snapping quickly forwards and biting down on the collar of Lexa's blazer, trying frantically to keep the scream that is on the tip of her tongue from escaping, somehow remembering exactly where they are.
Lexa keeps her fingers inside of her older lover, and they both take a few seconds to come down. Both breathing heavily. Lexa knows she's going to be uncomfortably wet for the rest of the day.
Clarke pulls back, she's all sweaty and red, and unbelievably sexy. Lexa slides out of her, and Clarke takes a deep breath to compose herself. "I can't believe we just did that."
Lexa immediately feels bad. "I know, it was a stupid risk, I'm sorry…"
Before Lexa has a chance to continue her apologetic rant, Clarke's jumps down from the table, her legs almost giving out on her as she hits the floor, but she just about manages to stay upright, she starts walking into Lexa, backing her against the wall.
Lexa is confused. Clarke, once she has her up against the wall whispers into her ear. "Did me coming that hard and fast for you give you the impression that I didn't want it?"
Lexa's mouth goes dry. She thought it was impossible for her to be any more turned on than she already was. But it goes up another gear when she feels Clarke unbuttoning her school trousers and sliding them down her legs taking her underwear with them, dropping to her knees as she does, Lexa watches silently unable to speak, she almost automatically steps out of her clothes and watches again as Clarke puts them to one side, before looking up at Lexa through hooded lids. Lexa thinks this may be the most erotic experience of her life so far.
Clarke parts her legs slightly, and Lexa can do nothing but comply. Before she has a chance to comprehend it, Clarke dives in. Her tongue sliding through her wetness, seeking out her clit. Lexa is dumbfounded at first, so aroused she doesn't actually know how to deal with it. Then Clarke flicks over her clit in just the right way, and then sucks it completely into her mouth, and Lexa loses it a little, she throws her head back, and starts to pant, and can't help the almost whines that are coming out of her mouth as Clarke continues to work through her with her skilled tongue. She can feel herself starting to lose it completely, and the moans she is releasing becoming louder and louder, so much so that she has to start biting down on her balled fist to stop herself from outright screaming. Her other hand is in Clarke's hair, holding the blond firmly in position.
She's not sure how Clarke manages it from the position she's in, the angle is testing to say the least, but Lexa feels her tongue slide inside of her, she can feel one of Clarke's hands palming her backside, pulling her further and further onto her face, Lexa's worries about potentially choking Clarke disappear with the blond pawing at her the way she is, like she can't get enough of her.
Clarke is in heaven. Taking Lexa like this, dirty against her store room wall. She's expertly breathing through her nose so she can get as much of Lexa into her mouth. She slides her tongue inside of her as far as she can physically get it, and she's rewarded when she feels a fresh flood gushing straight down her throat. She pulls her tongue out and goes back to concentrating on Lexa's clit. In doing so it allows her to look up at Lexa as she works away.
The sight almost has her coming again. One of Lexa's hands pulling her hair, keeping firmly in place, the other balled into a fist almost completely in Lexa's mouth, stopping her from screaming out too loudly, Lexa face is blushed and sweaty and she is writhing against the wall.
Clarke can't help herself, she reaches a hand down between her own legs, and starts to furiously rub her own clit, whilst matching her pace with her tongue against Lexa's. It's not long before Lexa realises what clarke is doing, and that's all it takes for her to lose it. Once again Clarke is rewarded with a further gush from Lexa which she laps up with her tongue. The sensation also tips her over the edge too. They need another few seconds to compose themselves, Clarke does so against Lexa's bare leg, forehead rested gently, trying to get her breathing back to normal.
Eventually Lexa slides down the wall, spent. She's level with Clarke, whose face is deliciously covered in Lexa's wetness, glistening. Clarke can't find it in herself to be embarrassed at the messy predicament she finds herself in. Instead she slips her fingers which had still be resting on her own folds, inside of herself, before pulling them out, and showing them to Lexa, to show her that she is just as ruined down there as Lexa clearly is.
Clarke places her fingers into Lexa's mouth and the younger woman greedily sucks them. It's only a few seconds before Clarke removes her fingers and pulls Lexa into a remarkable kiss. Lexa can not only taste herself on Clarke's tongue, but she can feel herself all around Clarke's face, and it's fucking delightful.
They eventually pull back, resting against each other's foreheads.
"Wow." It's Lexa that breaks the silence. "That was definitely better than my study period in the common room."
Clarke laughs and nods. "Yeah well it beat the pants off the marking session that I had planned."
Lexa places a peck onto Clarke's lips. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Clarke smiles.
Clarke manages to pull herself up from the floor and offers Lexa a hand to help her up too. Clarke starts to brush down her skirt to try and get it back to looking halfway normal. Lexa works her underwear and trousers back on, all the while trying to compose herself, ready to go back out into the school.
"I'm going to have to hit the showers in the gym." Lexa still has her final lesson of the afternoon to get through.
"Sounds like a good idea. I'm not sure I can think up a decent excuse to be able to use the staff room showers without raising any suspicion, so I will just have to grin and bear it I guess."
Lexa smiles. "Well it will certainly brighten my history lesson; the thought of you being so wet while you teach your last class."
Clarke grins. "Happy to be of service. Right you better get out of here if you want to fit a shower in before you next lesson."
Lexa unhappily heads for the door, grabbing her bag on the way, and checking herself over one last time to make sure she's decent. She turns back to Clarke. "You'll be at mine tomorrow after school for the meeting with Indra, right?"
"Of course, I'm riding over with Raven. We're both fully invested in this Lex."
Lexa smiles, Clarke moves towards her and treats her to a final peck on the lips. "Go on, get out of here. I will see you soon."
Lexa nods and leaves carefully and quietly. Wow, what an afternoon.
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Lexa had managed to grab an extremely cold shower before trudging towards her history lesson, as if she's going to be able to concentrate on anything after her earlier dalliance with Clarke.
She's positioned at the back of the classroom with equally unmotivated, Anya, Octavia, Lincoln and Bellamy. They are all aware of the teacher at the head of the classroom, but none of them are really listening, it's just a revision lesson, going over the stuff they've already covered earlier in the year, to make sure it's fresh in their minds, so no great loss if they miss it all, which they will.
They are all just willing the final bell, which brings with it freedom, the signal to head home for the day.
"Hey Lex, do you have any gum?" The enquiry comes from Octavia.
Lexa lifts her head from it's position on the desk, annoyed that she's been interrupted from her daydreaming. "If I do, it will be in my Blazer pocket." She gestures with her head over to her blazer which is nestled on the back of Octavia's chair.
Octavia blindly puts her hand into one of the pockets and is intrigued when her hand is met with what feels like lace. The rest of the group has gone back to chatting amongst themselves, heads on desks, not paying any attention to the lesson, or to what Octavia's doing, so she decides to investigate further.
She pulls the pocket to the blazer open and bends forward to get a better look inside, she grabs for the garment and starts to pull it out of the pocket. Holy shit, she realises that she has some lacy underwear in her pocket, far too lacy to be anything owned by Lexa, which really only leaves one possibility.
In her shock she doesn't hide what she has in her hands, and it isn't long before Lincoln and Anya both notice what Octavia has just pulled out of Lexa's pocket. As a result, their conversation stops, which in turn grabs Bellamy and Lexa's attention, all eyes are now on Octavia.
Lexa's brain short circuits at the sight. "Jesus O, that's not gum."
Lexa's body apparently can't react as fast as her brain, and its actually Bellamy that moves quickest, grabbing the underwear out of Octavia's hand before anyone outside of their group sees it, or god forbid their history teacher. He quickly passes them to Lexa who in turn quickly stuffs them into her trouser pocket, highly embarrassed.
Octavia knows she should have moved quicker to hide what she uncovered, and honestly, she should feel bad about, but she can't, she excitedly starts to reel off questions to her best friend. Obviously quietly enough so that no one else can hear, but the squeaky nature of her tone, leaves no doubt that she's enjoying this.
"Were they...?"
"Yes." Lexa answers quickly confirming that she did in fact have underwear in her blazer pocket.
The rest of the group watches the exchange between the two women, as if they are watching a tennis match.
"There's no way they were yours."
"Nope."
Octavia's delight grows. "That means they were…"
"Yes." Lexa answer before O has a chance to say Clarkes name out loud.
Octavia's grin grows to epic proportions. "Holy shit, did you have sex at school, or was that just a little memento to get you through this dry patch while were sorting all this Azgeda bullshit out?"
Lexa knows there's absolutely no point lying to Octavia, or the rest of her friends for that matter, they all know each other too well.
"The former." Lexa confirms and Octavia squeals with delight, which catches the attention of the history teacher.
"Is everything okay over there guys?"
Bellamy turns to face Mr Sowden. "Yes Sir."
Luckily the five of them have basically been given a free ride since Finn's death, so the history teacher lets them be.
"I want details." Octavia's thirst for information clearly not dampened by the close call with their teacher.
Lexa is losing her patience a little. "I swear to god O, I will tell you anything you want to know when we aren't within the school grounds."
That seems to help Octavia remember where she is and she relents. "I'm holding you to that Woods, sleepover at mine later."
Lexa nods to show that she's in, its not like she can see Clarke tonight anyway, with them still being extra careful, anywhere other than in Clarke's work room apparently. Octavia turns to Anya. "You in An?"
"Hell yes, that sounds like too good a story to miss out on."
Lexa smiles, she can't help her next words, if anything it will at least help to take the heat off of her for the rest of the lesson. "Hoping for some tips for your conquest with Miss Reyes." Lexa wiggles her eyebrows as she speaks, and the rest of the group apart from Anya of course bursts into laughter.
This catches the attention of Mr Sowden once more, who just raises an eyebrow before he gets back to the rest of the class. Anya just sinks down into her chair, she supposes she walked right into that one.
"I hate all you guys." This combined with Anya's pout just causes further hysterics from her four best friends.
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