Clarke and Lexa's relationship does not go back to normal after couchgate. Clarke is pretty sure it's because now that she's seen Lexa writhing underneath her, it's hard to see anything else. It's not like they're actively avoiding each other, because they're not. Things are just… awkward. Clarke is pretty sure she can't even speak to Lexa now without stuttering and she's seen Lexa blush more in the past week than she has in the entire time she's known her.
Thankfully, it doesn't seem to be enough to tip Raven and Octavia off that something has happened. They just continue their usual everyday lives while Clarke's slowly slips into the depths of chaos.
Clarke almost wishes nothing had happened between her and Lexa at all. Almost. Of course she feels insanely guilty for betraying Octavia's trust, however the warm, tingly feeling she gets when she thinks about the incident greatly outweighs the guilt. She thinks Lexa feels the same if her dilated pupils and squirming any time they're near each other is any indication.
It takes a good week and a half for the weirdness to settle down a little. Then they're back to sharing the living room for homework (though neither of them ever sit on the couch) and pretending nothing of the sordid variety has transpired between them. Clarke is pretty sure they're friends again and everything is great except for the fact that she can't stop picturing her roommate's face during orgasm. No big deal.
The second time it happens, it's almost as unexpected as the first. Raven is having a small get together at their house for some of her fellow engineering majors. Clarke has a test tomorrow and is tossing and turning in bed. She can hear the thumping of the bass in the living room and drunken college kids cheering at some drinking game they're playing. There is a crash followed by the sound of Raven yelling drifting through the wall, and then Clarke is throwing off her comforter with an angry huff and storming into the bathroom. She might as well shower if she's going to be kept up all night.
She's drying her hair when she notices her phone blinking with a notification. She discovers several missed texts from Lexa.
Why are Raven's friends so loud?
Is it as loud in your room?
Can I come watch a movie in your room so we can complain about our horrible roommate together? Octavia's somehow sleeping through this.
Hello?
That's it, I'm coming to your room.
Clarke chuckles at the impatient texts and replies back asking Lexa to give her a couple minutes to put clothes on before dropping her towel and walking back into her bedroom. Lexa is sitting on her bed and looks up from her phone at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Both women freeze. Clarke is naked. Clarke is naked and Lexa is in her room. Clarke is naked and Lexa is in her room sitting on her bed looking at Clarke like she's a jar of Nutella.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, Clarke. I just got your text and I was about to leave and now you're naked and… wow…"
Clarke is attempting to shield her nudity as best as she can with her hands while also inching closer to her dresser. "Yup, sure am."
Lexa must not realize she is staring because Clarke is beginning to feel like a zoo animal in an exhibit. She shifts uncomfortably and tries to work out how to get her pajamas without exposing herself further. "Um, Lexa? Can you, like, turn around or close your eyes so I can put clothes on?"
Lexa blinks her glazed eyes and opens and closes her mouth a few times as a blush climbs up her neck and onto her cheeks. "God. Yes. Sorry. Maybe I should just go-"
"No!" Lexa looks startled by the outburst, but Clarke really doesn't want her to leave. "No. Please stay. I'll just change really fast and then we can watch our movie."
They're sitting in Clarke's bed with The Avengers playing on the tv, but neither girl is playing attention to what is happening on the screen. The silence since Clarke changed has been awkward and sustained. For Clarke it's because she can still feel Lexa's eyes on her body and she's pretty sure if she tries to speak to her roommate, the first words out of her mouth will be, 'wanna screw until we both pass out?'
"Clarke?" Lexa's looking straight ahead, her jaw clenched and legs tightly crossed over Clarke's colorful comforter.
"Yeah?"
Lexa finally turns her gaze on Clarke. "Maybe we can let what happened on the couch happen again. Only if you want to."
Clarke gapes at the other girl. "Are you crazy? There's a room full of people out there, Lexa."
"They're having a party. They won't hear us over their music."
Clarke wants to argue, she really does, but now Lexa's nibbling on her ears and it's doing funny things to her brain. "This seems like a very bad idea…"
"Stop talking and take your clothes back off."
Two minutes later and Clarke is naked again and Lexa's head is buried between her thighs. Lexa eats Clarke out like it's her job and Clarke is pretty sure it's never felt this good before. She feels like her mind is coming apart at the seams and it's over embarrassingly soon.
As soon as she recovers, Clarke flips Lexa onto her back and presses her into the mattress. She's certain nothing that has happened in her existence compares to the feeling of Lexa stretching around her fingers for the first time. Clarke has to cover her roommate's mouth so the entire neighborhood doesn't hear her orgasm.
When they're both naked and sweaty and sated, Lexa curls into Clarke's side and sighs in what sounds like contentment.
"Are you going to go back to your room?" Clarke asks, though if she had her choice, Lexa would stay in her room, naked, forever.
Lexa yawns against Clarke's collarbone and scoots closer. "I don't know if I can sneak back through the house without being noticed. Unless you want me to leave now."
Shaking her head, Clarke pulls Lexa back down to the mattress. "No. You're warm. Stay."
Lexa doesn't put up much of a fight. "'K. Remind me to wake up early enough to sneak back to my room."
No one sets an alarm and Lexa is forced to army crawl past the kitchen to avoid detection while Clarke runs interference by dropping a carton of milk on the floor and bursting into fake tears, claiming she's about to start her period. Octavia and Raven buy the distraction and, thankfully, Lexa makes it to her room and Clarke doesn't die by her best friend's hands.
The third time, Lexa has just come in from mowing their yard. Clarke finds her in the utility room. Lexa is wearing a sports bra and basketball shorts and her curls are pulled up in a messy bun. There is sweat dripping down her neck and cleavage and she smells like a lawnmower. Clarke is almost embarrassed to be turned on by her right now.
"Why did you guys have to pick a house with such a huge yard? Did it not occur to you that we'd have to keep it mowed so the 'lawn police' don't show up at our door?"
Clarke can see the other girl's lips moving, but her words are falling on deaf ears. Clarke really wants nothing more than to throw Lexa on the floor of the utility room and fuck her until she can't stand, but they've already crossed the line twice and Clarke's not sure if they can continue to play it off if it happens a third. Swallowing hard, Clarke tells herself firmly that she is not having sex with Lexa on the dryer today. And then Lexa rolls her shoulders to get the lawnmower shakes out of her arms and Clarke can't do anything but watch her muscles ripple.
"Is anyone else home?"
Lexa gives her a confused look and wipes the back of her hand across her forehead. "Um, no. Raven's working and O went to see Lincoln. Why?"
Instead of answering, Clarke fastens her lips to Lexa's, swallowing the surprised whimper, and pushes her roommate up against the washer machine.
"Mm- Are you sure we should be doing this again?" Lexa questions even as she hooks her leg over Clarke's hip and tilts her head to the side to give Clarke access to nip and suck at her neck.
"No, but you're really fucking hot right now and I need to get us off before your cousin gets back."
"I'm-uh-I'm so disgusting right now, though." Clarke slips a hand into her shorts. "Oh, okay. Oh my god, right there. Yeah, we can do this. Just fast. Fuck, Clarke. Don't know when O is, oh, oh, when she's coming back."
Clarke never really understands the allure of laundry room sex until Lexa lifts her onto the machine and returns the favor.
Clarke goes out with Raven for lunch one day when they both have the afternoon off. They've not spent much time together this semester and Clarke feels like she's been neglecting her in favor of sneaking around with Lexa. She feels guilty, but knowing Raven has been doing the same with Bellamy, albeit it much less sneakily, makes her feel a little better.
"So, I'm a little surprised you and Miss Tall, Dark, and Brooding haven't bumped uglies yet."
Clarke almost spews strawberry milkshake all over the table and feels the blush all the way to the tips of her ears. "Um, what?"
Raven cackles at her horrified expression and dips another fry in ketchup. "What? It's not that crazy. You two look like you want to eat each other any time you're in the same room."
Yup. It's definitely possible to get redder than she already was and now Clarke's pretty sure her cheeks are probably a lovely shade of magenta. "We're not sleeping together. We're just friends."
"Oooh, touchy. I didn't say you were. Just that you should consider it. Get it out of your system."
Clarke internally facepalmed. She'd already tried that and it definitely didn't help. "You know Octavia would kill me."
Raven takes a bite of her burger and chews thoughtfully for a moment. "Fuck Octavia. Not literally because that would be weird and then Lincoln would be the one killing you, but seriously, who cares what she thinks? Lexa is a grown ass woman and she can decide on her own who she wants to have hot, dirty sex with."
"Raven…"
"No, I'm not finished," Raven interrupts around another mouthful of burger and Clarke wonders how she made friends with such rude people. "Lexa wants you. Anytime she looks at you, her eyes go all soft and heart shaped and she looks like she wants to drag you back to her room and do naughty things to you."
"Maybe that's just her face," Clarke argues weakly.
"Bullshit. Anytime she looks at me, it's like she wants to murder me with a rusty spoon. You know, you really should sleep with her. Fuck some of that pent up aggression right outta her."
Clarke puts her head in her hand and groans. Coming to lunch with Raven was a terrible idea. "Yeah, well, what's up with you and Bellamy?"
Raven shrugs, her expression shameless. "Eh."
"Just eh?"
"He's a good fuck, I'll admit that, but I don't know if there will ever be more than that."
Clarke shakes her head at how comfortable Raven is with discussing this. "And how does Octavia feel about you screwing her brother?"
Laughing, Raven steals one of Clarke's onion rings and munches on it as she answers. "Well, she definitely doesn't like it, but she hasn't, like, disowned either of us or anything. I think she's actually accepted it. At least, she's not pretending to throw up anytime we're all in the same room anymore."
"That's probably as close as you will get with her." Clarke doubts Octavia would have the same reaction if she found out about what had happened on the couch. And in Clarke's bed. And on the washing machine. God, she feels like such a deviant right now.
"Yeah, she'll get over it." Raven pushes away her empty plate and throws down enough cash for both their meals on the table before she stands. "Come on, Princess. I paid for lunch, now you can pay for the movie and overpriced popcorn."
"I need you to have sex with me."
"Um, excuse me?"
Clarke is at her desk in her room writing a paper when Lexa storms though the door and slams it behind her. Normally Clarke wouldn't question a beautiful woman propositioning her, however this is Lexa propositioning her without reason, so she's understandably a little hesitant.
"Clarke, please."
Without asking for her consent, Lexa pops the button on her own shorts before capturing Clarke's hand and guiding it into her panties. She's absolutely dripping and Clarke has to wonder what's gotten Lexa so worked up and why she's coming to her roommate for forbidden release instead of consulting her trusty pillow. As tempted as Clarke is to dive in and watch Lexa lose control again, something is rubbing her wrong about this whole situation. She meets Lexa's eyes and they are darker than she's ever seen them. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth and her stomach is trembling against the inside of Clarke's wrist.
"Lexa, I-" Clarke pauses when Lexa makes a desperate noise like she doesn't know what she'll do if Clarke refuses her this. Clarke sighs. "Are you sure?"
At Lexa's nod and against her better judgement, Clarke allows her fingers to gather wetness from where they've been trapped for the past few minutes and trails them up to Lexa's clit, wrapping her free arm around Lexa's waist when the woman's hips jolt forward at the touch. Lexa keens when Clarke begins rubbing circles around her clit and Clarke is certain she's never heard a sexier sound.
The angle is awkward and it doesn't take long for Clarke's wrist to start aching. She finally gets fed up with trying to get Lexa off in the middle of her bedroom and pulls her hand from her roommate's shorts. Clarke can't help but smirk at the desperate moan that escapes Lexa at the loss of contact and the wide-eyed, disappointed expression that flits across her features.
Clarke pushes Lexa's shorts and panties down to her ankles before shoving her into the desk chair. Lexa looks confused until Clarke drops to her knees on the carpet in front of the chair and then Lexa's kicking her flats and shorts off and spreading her legs, opening herself up to Clarke. Clarke takes a moment to absorb the sight before her. Lexa is one hundred percent, no doubt about it, the most beautiful woman Clarke has ever seen, much less seen half naked on her office chair. Her face is flushed and hair tousled, eyes dark with desire, chest heaving against her plain black tee. She's open and wet and wanting and so, so pink and tempting.
Clarke inches closer and lays her hands on the tops of Lexa's strong thighs and looks up into her hooded eyes. She waits for Lexa's nod before she lowers her head until the heady scent of Lexa's arousal hits her. Clarke presses a gentle kiss to the inside of a quivering thigh and then she's leaning forward and dragging her tongue through Lexa's folds. Clarke can hear the chair creak when Lexa throws her head back with a drawn out groan. She smirks and teases Lexa's entrance before moving up to wrap her lips around the brunette's clit and sucking hard, battering the hard nub with her tongue.
Slender fingers tangle in Clarke's curls and push her further into Lexa. Clarke slips one then two fingers into Lexa and proceeds the fuck the hell out of her.
When Lexa comes, it's with her heels digging into Clarke's shoulders and her nails scratching at Clarke's scalp. Clarke retreats from in between her roommate's legs once Lexa finally deflates and relaxes back into the chair. Clarke stands and slides into Lexa's lap, straddling her still trembling thighs on the desk chair. Lexa's arms come up to encircle her waist and Clarke kisses her softly. And then once more for good measure.
"Do you want to tell me what that was all about?"
Lexa flushes and buries her face in Clarke's chest before mumbling something. Clarke smoothes Lexa's wild hair down and pushes on her shoulders until she can see her face.
"I can't understand you."
Lexa sighs and look at her lap. "I said, I couldn't… you know… alone and I've been really stressed out and I needed you to do it."
Clarke raises her eyebrows. "The pillow not doing it for you anymore?"
Lexa groans and throws her head back in exasperation. "I thought we agreed to never speak of it again. It just feels better with you, okay. I can't get you out of my head and it really messes with my focus when I'm trying to… relieve tension. I get so close, but I just can finish. It's really inconvenient."
"And so you decided to chance Octavia hearing us and storming in here to kill me? Is my life not more important to you?"
"She's in her room with Lincoln. I'm pretty certain she didn't hear anything. Stop being so dramatic."
Clarke scoffs. "I don't think you realize how loud you are. You kind of do this yapping puppy noise when you're about to come."
"Yapping puppy? Why the hell didn't you shush me or kiss me or something?" Lexa looks horrified and embarrassed and Clarke assumes none of her past lovers had deemed it necessary to divulge this information to her.
Feeling slightly guilty for embarrassing the other girl, Clarke leans down and kisses her, nibbling on her bottom lip before pulling away. "It's kind of hot, actually. Lets me know I'm doing my job right."
"Well, I could've told you that," Lexa mumbles.
"Just accept it, Lex; you're loud in bed and I'm a sex goddess."
Lexa rolls her eyes and chuckles before dumping Clarke into a heap on the floor and climbing on top of her.
From that day forward, Clarke and Lexa no longer attempt to stand on ceremony or tiptoe around their shared lust. Lexa's awkward blushing transforms into shy smiles aimed in her direction when no one else is looking. Clarke's pretty sure Lexa even throws in a wink one day during roommate dinner night. She nearly chokes to death on her soda.
Clarke really isn't sure what to call their… relationship. They're sure as hell not girlfriends, though a small part of Clarke really, really wishes they were. They don't speak of anniversaries, they don't cuddle (much), and they don't go on dates. She might call it friends with benefits, but she's not even sure if Lexa would consider them friends. Eventually she decides maybe it's better to just call it like it is. They're just roommates that screw on a regular basis.
More than just a regular basis, really. They have a lot of sex. Like, Clarke is pretty sure she and Lexa fuck more than Raven and Bellamy and those two have been going at it like bunnies lately. Clarke is more relaxed than she's ever been and it's been weeks since Lexa has worn her grumpy cat face. It becomes a problem when they can't be in the same room with each other without getting worked up. There has definitely been more than one occasion where they have had to excuse themselves separately from movie night to go bang a quick one out in the shed because that's the only place they're sure their roommates won't think to look for them.
Clarke knows Octavia is getting suspicious. Yes, she and Lexa have been spending more time together, but they've tried to be careful. Kind of. So what if they go to the grocery store together at least twice a week and are gone for over an hour only to return with a bag of apple or milk? They just really like Kroger, okay? Clarke doesn't mention most of their time is spent parked in a secluded alley way.
To make matters worse, Octavia most definitely catches Lexa in her walk of shame one morning. Clarke forgets to set the alarm again and Lexa ends up sleeping over in Clarke's room much longer than she intended. Clarke watches as Lexa darts around her room searching for her pajamas. She tries not to stare at her ass more than is acceptable.
"Calm down. We'll figure some way to get you out of here."
Lexa shoots her a withering glare. "Don't tell me to calm down. We're going to get caught and Octavia's never going to talk to me again. She'll probably beat the shit out of you. Or get Lincoln to do it."
"Aw, are you worried about me? How sweet!"
"No, I just don't want to have to try to find another girl who's okay with constant casual sex."
Clarke wishes the comment didn't hurt, but it does and she forces a cheerful smile on her face. "And just like that, the magic is gone."
Lexa must notice the fleeting pained expression, however, because her eyes soften and she sits beside Clarke on the bed for a moment, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I'm sorry I snapped. Now put some clothes on so you can check if the coast is clear."
Clarke watches Lexa tiptoe down her half of the hallway and get almost to the kitchen when Octavia's door opens and she stares at the two girls on the other end of the hall with a squinty eyed glare.
"Did you just leave Clarke's room?"
Lexa' gaze turns defiant under Octavia's rather rude tone and she lifts her chin to stare down her cousin. "Yes, I did."
Clarke squeaks. Lexa really is trying to get her killed. Octavia turns on Clarke who holds her hands up in surrender. "Is that true, Clarke?"
Scrambling for a lie, any lie, Clarke rubs her sweaty palms together and squirms on the spot. "Yes..." Octavia's face turns pink and Clarke really wants to live to see her twenty-first birthday. "But only because she needed to borrow my deodorant! Yeah, deodorant! She ran out and didn't want to bother you and I was already awake, so here we are…"
"Deodorant?" Octavia looks at Lexa for confirmation who rolls her eyes at Clarke but thankfully chooses to play along.
"Yeah, Clarke really saved my life. God forbid I smell like sweat at the gym."
Clarke internally cringes at Lexa's overly cheerful and obviously faked tone and begs Octavia with her eyes to believe the lie. Finally, Octavia nods and smiles at Clarke.
"Oh, okay. And here I was thinking you two had slept together last night! Silly me! I'm going to make pancakes, anyone want some?"
Raven exits her room then, giving Clarke a knowing smile and wink and Clarke's pretty sure she heard the entire exchange. "Get 'em tiger," she whispers before she follows Octavia and Lexa into the kitchen.
Burying her face in her hands, Clarke laments her decision making skills and unmanageable libido. She is so going to die before the school year is over.