Time passed smoothly. Everyone was focused in their classes and their games. For Lexa, Raven, Anya, Echo, Bellamy and Lincoln, this was their last year. Both teams, male and female, won the past four years all the championships, they were unstoppable. Another record to brag about for the kru.

Soon, they have to leave to be part of the adult life, or keep studying and working or being part of the working world only. Lexa had made her decisions, she will keep studying and make her internship at the same time. She still got the scholarship for her master and doctor degrees. The question, as always, was what would Clarke want? She knew the blonde wanted to go back home, and live there, but the fact that Lexa would have to renounce her studies was a little nerve breaking for her. She loved Clarke, and knew her future was with the blonde, but she wanted to be able to finish her grade studies. She wanted those titles, she wanted to prove herself that she had talent, that she could be more that a shag, a criminal, a fucked up girl. She wanted to try. She need to talk to Clarke. But first, she needed some bro time.

"Heda!" Bellamy was laying on the bleachers. He looked calmer, happier, exhausted.

"What's up, bro. You look… fucked." Lexa smiled and laid on the terrance above him.

"I can say the same. But I won't." He smiled.

"Boyfriend duties?" The brunette knew the answer, but it was funny seeing Bellamy's face blushing.

"You know it." The boy said nothing more and took a seat.

"Nice." Lexa was so tired. So deliciously tired that was not even funny anymore.

"Yup… ready for the first game of the season next week?" Bell asked her, he was looking at the pitch. That was something that always calmed him. Just that, the green, the open space, he loved it.

"Yep… The last one as a uni student."

"Yup… fuck, mate! I can believe that Octavia is going to be the next captain. Just like in high school. She'll just fucking kiss your rugby shadow, you know?" Lexa chuckled. Octavia was the pup of the group, she was two years younger than the rest of them, but that didn't mean that she felt left out in any way, on the contrary, she was following Lexa's steps on the pitch even better than the Heda herself.

"She is gonna be a fucking A, Bell. Like always. The teammates love her, trust her. She's going to bring honor and greatness." Bellamy similed. She was her baby sis and Lexa was her best friend. He was proud of them.

"I know. Talking about the future… have you talked to Clarke, about… you know… grade studies?"

"Not yet… soon though. It's not like I have much time. My internship is next year. I probably will spend the year at London and then come back here. I need to talk to her… It's important."

"Yeah."

"Have you? Talked to Raven?"

"Actually, yeah. She wanted to go to the MIT. She got the scholarship. So… I guess… we are… you know…"

"Going to be in the same university?"

"Hahahahaha… Yeah. We are going to go back home talking like Americans."

"Bloody hell! And thank God for the History department."

"Fuck yeah, mate! You can go to Boston… we could be together again… think about it."

"That could work… but… this is my dream school, mate… I… well…"

"OK. It was a thought."

"Maybe an academic stay… for a while. Anyway, I need to talk to the Lady."

"So whip."

"Yeah… look who's talking, mister I'm gonna move to another continent to be with the love of my life."

"What can I say? I'm a whipped boy." They laughed and stayed there just enjoying the quiet time together. It was their ritual after a game. Just be, feeling everything, imagine the plays, their weaknesses, their strengths. They were so into their mind that didn't hear the third person coming.

"You both look like shit. Are you aware that our next match is in a week?" Lincoln said and laid on the bleacher next to Lexa.

"Boyfriend duties." Bellamy said and Lexa nodded.

"Fuck! I thought it was just me." Lincoln laughed.

"Fuck you, mate!" Bellamy yelled at him, he was too tired to hit Lincoln, too tired to even open his eyes.

"Sorry, bro… Actually." Lincoln sat kneeled in front of Bellamy taking the other boy's hand in his.

"Sorry, mate… but my sis' a little jealous. We can only be tragic lovers." The three laughed.

"I wanna marry Octavia, Bell." Bellamy and Lexa sat straight. They were looking at Lincoln's eyes. Bellamy talked first.

"I… I… think that was meant to be… bro. Ask her, if she says no, I will marry you. You need to be a Blake." Lincoln and Bellamy hugged, then they hugged the brunette.

"Fuck, we are growing up." Lincoln laughed.

"Yeah, we are." Lexa smiled.

"I was thinking about asking Raven if she wants to… make it extra oficial. Like, extra, extra official, before we go." Lexa sat and look at her friends.

"You mean… ask her to marry you?" Lincoln said.

"Yeah! I mean. We are… what? Twenty three. I know… is… I mean… I know her since forever, but… It's… I…"

"Want to live the rest of my life with her." Lexa completed the thought.

"Basicatly, yeah. I mean. We don't have to get married right away, you now. It's just… a question." Bellamy stuttered.

"The kind of question that you only want to ask once in your life." Lincoln whispered.

"Yeah… I would like to know… I mean… I do love her." Lexa said. The trio was there, looking at the infinite, lost in their own head.

"We should get married togerther… same day, same place, same tux." Lincoln said, the trio laughed.

"Yeah, I mean, it's not a horrible idea. It's… well… yeah." Bellamy sighed.

"We are really bad at this felling thing, you know mates!" Lexa said.

"Yeah" Bellamy and Lincoln said at the same time.

"What about Anya. She and Echo are sort of a thing, right?" Lincoln asked.

"Yeah, we are. But I'm not going to marry her. We would live together and then… will see. But you, the pathetic trio… you are getting so, so, so whipped… it's hilarious." Anya told them. "By the way, Blake, Reyes is looking for you. It seems important. Or maybe she's just being her mental self. I couldn't tell."

"Oi! It's the future Mrs. Blake who you are talking about." Bellamy got up and rang Raven. Meanwhile, Anya, Lincoln and Lexa were just talking about the future.

"So you are going to just add a blonde to the family?"

"Oi! Lincoln is going to do that too."

"Octavia is not blonde, Heda."

"Details… details…"

"Oi, mates. I have to run. Something is off with Rave. She's… odd."

"Need a hand, bro?"

"I don't know, Linc. I guess not. She was saying things in Spanish, so she is mad at someone else other than me." The four friends laughed.

"OK. Ring if you need anything."

"OK… bye."

"Let's go, I need some food. Are you game? Or are you so whipped that you have to ask?" Anya mocked.

"Let's go… My girl is in class." Lincoln said.

"Same."

"Hahahahaha. You two are so fucked."


Clarke was preparing her canvas and paintbrush. Her teacher told them that they were going to paint a model. Nudity was the task. The blonde imagined painting Lexa, for her, the brunette deserved a monument, a fucking huge wall with her face and beautiful body on it, the brunette was a goddess, the blonde knew that, Lexa was a piece of art that had to be shown just for the world to see perfection. But the assignment was paint the same model and try to reflect what they saw. That would be fun.

"Class. Good afternoon. So all of you know our task for today. So let me introduce to you our model. Miss Costia Forrest." The blonde was shocked.

"No." What the fuck? What the fucking fuck is she doing here? If she's here for… At that moment her phone buzzed.

Love: Love, so Anya invited us lunch. Me and Linc. Because she says that we are whipped and she wants to save our souls and shit. And she's right. Anyway, see you at home.

Clarke smiled. But then Costia looked at her, full of arrogance. They only saw each other twice, but the blonde would never forget that face, that body, the fear that she felt when she saw the model with Lexa. And Costia knew it, that look said it all.

Lovely: I love you, Lexa.

Love: Because you know that I'm gonna bring burgers back home… And an order of chips. Love you, too. Gotta go. Anya is making the annoying face.

Clarke smiled, she loved her dorky girlfriend, she couldn't help it, Lexa made her happy. Then, in front of her was the only one who can threaten her relationship. The only one she knew had more than one night stand with the brunette. Fucking Costia Forrest, the ex. The only ex Lexa had. The model was completed naked, she specifically sat in front of Clarke, her perfect model body was in all its glory, the blonde noticed that the brunette was studying her. Clarke hated that, the cold fighting, the silent challenge, the anxious before the battle. And oh! Clarke was ready for some! She wanted to beat the shit out of her, but she didn't know why the model was there, it could be anything. So Clarke sighed, calmed down a little and took her paint brush. This is gonna be incredible fucking horrendous.

She started with the lines, little by little she got into her artistic mood, Costia was just another objet that she had to paint. She was really beautiful, perfect muscles, soft, long hair, honey brown eyes, and long legs. Yeah, a total model. Time passed by and when she realised that the class was about to finish she was putting the last touches at the shape.

"Alright class, time's up. Please thanks miss Forrest. See you next week. And, feel free to ask for the studio when you need it. I'm gonna make the reservations today, send me an email. Thanks miss Forrest." The blonde was cleaning her things and chatting with some of her classmates when her phone buzzed once more. She opened the message and looked at the imagine of Lexa with a lovely smile and two takeout bags.

WDd12: Sup, love? … Look… A burger… With… Chocolate cake. You get the burger I get the cake.

CBbg13: How rude… I want cake too!

WDd12: I know… But you ain't gonna have any. Sorry, you are too sweet already.

CBbg13: Ha ha ha. I'm so amused!

WDd12: I know. When are you coming home? Sort of… Miss you.

Lexa sent a photo of her with a pout. Clarke laughed softly.

CBbg13: I won't get cake, so no need to run.

WDd12: I bought two. Come home I'll do anything.

CBbg13: Like… Would you let me eat the chocolate cake off your body?

WDd12: Obviously… So come home… I'm waiting…

CBbg13: But you already ate lunch… Are you hungry already?

WDd12: No… I'm just being my needy girlfriend self… Plus… According to our friends I'm whipped… So… Need to prove them wrong.

CBbg13: I think you are doing a terrible job, then.

WDd12: I know… But you already know my list of priorities… You are number one. So fuck them… Come home, cuddle time… Then fuck time… Then supper time… Then bath time… Then sleep… Spoon style.

CBbg13: OMG! What have I done to you? You are so, so, so whipped.

WDd12: So rude! I'm your boring, pathetic, know-nothing-about-art, commander of the wall, girlfriend. So… Don't kill my reputation.

CBbg13: Hahahaha. OK Lexa Snow. I'll see what I can do.

WDd12: Mate, not the answer that I was looking for! #GeekHotGF

CBbg13: I'm coming home, my love. I will always come home to you.

WDd12: Fuck, you are good. You win a chocolate milkshake. Now… Hurry before it melts.

CBbg13: [Image] Clarke was in the middle of the art studio, grabbing her bag and blowing a kiss to the camera.

Then…

"Lady Griffin. What a lovely coincidence. I didn't know you were here." Costia was standing next to the professor's office.

"I am" The blonde didn't want to make small talk or any talk at all with the brunette.

"So… If you are here… Where is Lexa?" Clarke grabbed the door knob with all her strength. She was not going to fall in the trap. "Let me guess…" Costia was walking really slowly to the blonde. "International relations, right? She always wanted to study that… In this uni… So… Your Daddy brought you a girlfriend… So sweet." Now Costia was behind the blonde. Clarke was feeling her blood boil. "But, you and I know, that Lexa is too good for you… I came for what is mine… And Lexa is."

"Yeah!" Clarke let go the door knob and faced Costia. "How exactly are you gonna do that? The last time I checked you left her, Costia, no the other way around. You fucking ruined her, you broke her, and left, because what she is… So don't make me laugh." Costia chuckled.

"I know I did a mistake. But you, your title, your money and your whore sultry will never compare to the first love. So… Prepare to lose, Lady Griffin."

Clarke shook her head and looked into Costias eyes. "Why?"

"She deserves better than you. She always has hated your class. You always had it all. No fucking effort from you. But we. Lexa and I, we have to work for everything, all the time. You just can't have her. She is mine." At that moment something clicked in Clarke's mind.

"Your fucking rich girl left you, right? I do read heat, by the way. You were dating that business owner's daughter. Emilia Stephen. I know that family, they have always wanted to be into the nobility circle. Fucked of you. I'm off. I don't need this." Clarke opened the door and was about to leave when Costia spoke again.

"I was her first, Griffin. That sort of things can't be forgotten." Clarke was in front of the model in a second.

"OK. Try, I can't stop you, you are a bitch. But let make myself clear. If you make her feel uncomfortable just once, I'm gonna fucking end you. Understood?" She didn't hear Costia's answer, she left the building and went to her home, with her girlfriend. Fuck her. I do trust Lexa.


Lexa was reading waiting for her girlfriend. That talk with her mates really got her. She really wanted to marry Clarke, had it all. Lexa had it all. Her. At the age of twenty two, she could picture her life happily ever after with her beautiful girlfriend. Having a girl, with Clarke's eyes and her brown hair. And a boy, with her eyes and Clarke's hair. Or... whatever... it doesn't matter. Just our family. Fucking hell. Yeah! She was lost in her own mind. She once thought she had it all, but this time, she felt different, a sense of certainty that made her smile and dream. Suddenly the door opened and a quiet blonde entered. Lexa smiled. Clarke was everything that she needed in her life that was the reason why this time everything felt different.

"Hey, Lex. How you've been?" Clarke called her and walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and took her milkshake. "Where are the burgers? I'm hungry." The blonde smirked when Lexa appeared and leaned on the doorframe.

"In the oven. I didn't know you were going to be this late. What kept your precious time?" Clarke walked to the oven and put out the burgers. She didn't know if she should tell her girlfriend about Costia. "Art stuff." She simply said. She was taking two plates from the top shelf. She felt two arms around het waist and a pair of lips over her neck. "What was that for?" Lexa kissed her again.

"You looked stressed. I wanted you to feel my love." Lexa smiled. Clarke turned around and kissed her girlfriend slowly.

"You are whipped. Quoting Adele. Sappy much?"

"I love you much."

"Let's eat. I'm starving. Then cuddles. And Netflix. And you. What did you do today? Apart from being called whipped."

"Well. I was with Bell and Linc at the pitch. Our first last game is in a week. We did our ritual. You know. They were tired."

"Raven told me. Boyfriend duties. Hahahaha way to be back I guess."

"Yeah!" Lexa yawned.

"Come on love, let's eat. You can nap later."

Clarke was stroking Lexa's hair. The brunette fell asleep almost instantly. Lexa was really tired. Clarke smirked, she knew she did that. She was the only one that could do that to the brunette. She could prove it. Two years ago, an incident made that statement really clear.


It wasn't surprising that Lexa had fans, it was one of the things that happen when you are the rugby captain. But for some strange reason, the night of the championship Clarke was absolutely pissed about that. The only thing that she could hear was how hot did Lexa look, or how bad anyone wanted to fuck her girlfriend. She was mad, not at Lexa, but at everyone out there. Yes, her girlfriend was hot, and yes, she knew that sort of things happened, but that didn't mean that she had to like it.

At almost the end of the game Lexa looked at the blonde and sent her a kiss, Clarke was smiling and was about to send one back when a bloody cheerleader from the other team yelled at Lexa, "thanks, I would kiss you later, everywhere." It seems like Lexa didn't hear that, because she was back to the game the second she looked Clarke smile.

The minutes passed and then the Oxford female rugby team won its second championship in a row. Everybody was over the brunette, she tried to escape, find her girlfriend but it seemed like a wave of people didn't let her through. Then she saw the blonde, sitting in her spot next to their friends waiting for her, but when she was about to get close to her girlfriend her teammates carried her on shoulders and did the Olympic round. Everybody was happy, celebrating. Lexa simply smiled and sent an apologetic look at Clarke, the blonde nodded and sat in the same spot for a couple of minutes. Bellamy and Lincoln where there with her.

"Our babes are on fire, right, Wanheda?" Clarke only smiled and then she saw the whole team disappear on the tunnel.

"Well, how about we wait for them at the parking lot? I got beers." Bellamy said and the trio walked back there.

Thirty minutes passed and Octavia, Anya and Raven were already with them, the only one missing was Lexa. "Clarke, why don't you go for Heda. Fucking fans are taking her time." Anya told her.

"Yep. I had to drag this lovely here." Echo kissed Anya's cheeks.

"Yeah! OK. And where are we going later?" The blonde asked.

"There is party at the same pub, as always." Bellamy told her and hugged Raven.

"OK, anyway. We'll see you there." The group said their goodbyes and went. Clarke was about to go into the locker room when a strange conversation stopped her.

"I'm flattered. I really am, but you are not my type. So please, get dressed and go. I would forget everything. OK?" It was Lexa's voice. The brunette was facing her locker collecting her things not paying attention to the girl who was at her back.

"I know you want it. Come on? A quicky. Nobody has to know." Clarke saw the same cheerleader who yelled at the brunette, naked offering herself to her girlfriend. Her blood was boiling. She did nothing though, she wanted to see what her girlfriend would do.

"Look, you are hot and all, but I really don't like you. I have a girlfriend, and I'm a very monogamous person. So, please go." The cheerleader took Lexa's hand.

"Come on! You are Alexandria Woods. You have a reputation to mantain. You haven't even looked at me. I know that you would like me." At that Lexa faced the girl. She looked at her really carefully, studying her. Clarke saw everything. She waited for a fainting whole minute.

"Sorry. You are not my type. So please, go." The cheerleader was not taking a no for an answer and put Lexa's hand on her chest.

"Now tell me you don't want me." Lexa put her hand away from the cheerleader breast, looked at the girl in her eyes and became full Heda.

"I don't. Don't insist. Just grab you things and go. I'm gonna do you a favour, nobody will know about this. For your own good. So no, I really don't like you. I don't find you attractive. OK? So go the…"

"Fuck out. You heard her. You are making her uncomfortable." Clarke was leaned against the lockers.

"The fuck are you?" The cheerleader took her clothes and covered her naked body.

"The girlfriend. Now. Go fuck yourself or I will." The cheerleader dressed up as quickly as she could and left the locker room.

"I can explain it… but you are not gonna like it." Lexa leaned her back on her locker.

"She was naked all over you." The blonde said, walking slowly to her girlfriend.

"Yeah… I did nothing." Lexa sat on the bench.

"I saw. Aren't you even a little turned on? She has and amazing body... and fuck... her face..." Clarke sat next to her. "I get that everyone wants to fuck you senseless, but… would you? With them?" Clarke was aware that they were very sexual persons and maybe sooner or later Lexa would want to be in a more open relationship. She didn't know if she would be OK with that.

"Clarke, look at me." The blonde did. "Now… look at my crotch."

"This is not a very good time for sex, Lexa."

"I know. But come on! Just do it babe." The blonde did. She found nothing odd. Lexa's jeans were plain, normal… Normal.

"Nothing." The blonde said and Lexa smiled, kissed Clarke and put their foreheads together.

"I've got a hot cheerleader naked in front of me and nothing happened, Clarke. And she was hot. But, nothing. Now… kiss me like you mean it." The blonde smiled and did it. She took Lexa's neck and brought her to her lips. The kiss was slow and sweet. Lexa deepened the kiss and her tongue was into Clarke's mouth. Clarke smiled into the kiss and carefully straddled her girlfriend's lap. "Can you feel it? It's half awake now." Lexa said in the kiss, Clarke did feel it.

"Why? I… she was… I…"

"I love you. There's no one who can make me hard in an instant, just you. We talked about it millions of times, Clarke. I'm sorry that you had to watch that. But I'm not sorry that you now know that there's no one but you in my life, in my heart and in my pants." Clarke kissed her and hugged her.

"You always say sappy things. Now, let's go. We have a party to go." Lexa grabbed her things and Clarke's hand. After the party they came back to their flat and made love all weekend. By Sunday Lexa couldn't get out of the bed. After that, they were stronger than ever.


"Baby… I need to pee. I'm gonna be right back." Lexa moved her head a little just to let Clarke stand up. Lexa was really tired, those sex sessions were starting to get to her, but she would die tired and happy. She was about to get back to sleep when a very disturbing knocking stopped her from doing just that. She got up upset, put some clothes on and opened the door.

"Tell me where she is?" A very angry Raven was in front of her.

"Clarke" The brunette yell. "Raven is here… angry… I'm scared." Raven entered, she was looking straight into Lexa's eyes.

"I'm not looking for Clarke. Where is she?" Raven repeated.

"I don't know what you are talking about. Rave, who is she?" Lexa was awake now, but she was lost.

"Rave… is everything OK?" The blonde was next to her girlfriend in an instant. She never really watched the Latina so pissed.

"Bloodworth. Where is she?" Lexa gulped. Now she understood.

"I don't know." Lexa took Clarke's hand.

"Tell me… where did you see her last?"

"Outside grounders… she was just passing. I really didn't know if she still he…"

"She fucking is. She went to see him. Thank God I was with him. The fucking nerve of that snob… Sorry Clarke, no offence…"

"Not taken."

"She fucking… what… arrgh! I need to find her." Raven was furious. She got into the flat, she really didn't knowing what to do.

"And then, do what? Fuck the shit out of her? Lose your scholarship here and the MIT too? Really Raven?" Clarke was following her close. Those were the times when your friends were there for you. Like the time, all those years ago that Clarke needed them.

"He's my boyfriend. I need to defend him. The fucking bitch! Talking about him like if he was a piece of meat." Raven sat on the couch and Clarke grabbed her a scotch.

"Where is Bellamy?" Lexa asked, meanwhile Raven gulped the beverage.

"At the flat, with O and Linc. Anya and Echo are out there trying to track Bloodworth. They didn't let me come…"

"That was wise... wait... you were going to do it anyway, right? Find Bloodworth?" Lexa asked amused.

"Fuck yeah! But... I didn't thought about the scholarship thing. I must... calm down. I hate her."

"That's better." The brunette said. "Rave, we are all here now. We take care of our people. Probably she just wanted to take a piss... Let it go." Lexa hugged Raven.

"She's right, Reyes. We can take care of our own." Clarke told her.

"OK, OK. I will calm down. Bell is in good hands. And I know that Bloodworth is not gonna do anything at plain sight." Raven said. "I'm going to see my man, then. He needs me and I just took off seeking revenge… If she does that again I'm going to end her… scholarships or not… she… fucking… I'll calm down… OK… promise." Raven stood up and hugged Clarke and Lexa.

"I'm gonna watch him too, you know, right? Take care of the mate?" Lexa whispered into Raven ears. The Latina nodded and left the flat. Clarke was quiet just thinking, if she should told Lexa about Costia? It was only fair. They promised no secrets. She needed to.

"Lex... you should know that..."

"Bloody hell! ... I forgot about the meeting. I need to go, love. I... Are you going to be at the studio? Sorry, I didn't want to cut you off… it's really important for me to be there…" Lexa's eyes were pleading forgiveness. Clarke really loved all Lexa's shades.

"Yeah! All afternoon." Clarke watched Lexa change into some jeans and a top.

"OK, cool. I'll see you there and you can tell me everything you want, OK?" Lexa kissed the blonde's head and smiled. "But now I really need to go." Clarke smiled and watched her girlfriend go.

"See you then. Go be your awesome self."

"Fuck yeah!"


The debate group was one of Lexa's passions, almost as close as rugby. She was now the captain and all the responsibility was in her hands.

"Not to worry commander, we are gonna crush them." Emori told her.

"Sweet! Sorry again for the delate, family stuff... What time is it?"

"Almost four. Need to be with the Mrs?" Emori tease.

"You know it! So... I need to go... running. Wifey duty!" Lexa was grabbing her things in a hurry.

"Sure, no problem! See you tomorrow then. And good luck at the game." Samantha told her.

"Thanks mates! This last years gonna be epic." Lexa smiled and run out of the room. The brunette was so into her head that she didn't hear the person next to her.

"Hi there sexy one." Lexa kept walking not minding the girl. That was typical for her, a lot of girls trying to get her attention, mostly girls that didn't know about Clarke.

"I'm not interested, sorry I need to go." Lexa told the stranger voice without miding to look at her.

"Wow! And I thought I was the celebrity." Costia laughed, and Lexa stopped.

"Costia? What are you doing here?" Lexa hugged her.

"Businesses and social services. A friend of mine needed a favour... so here I am. I see you made it, cheers!" Lexa similed, she was glad to put Costia in her past, come clean, new star, everyone deserved a second chance.

"Yeah! The rugby and the grades helped... so..." Lexa watched her watch it was past four in the afternoon and she wanted to surprise her girlfriend with a romantic take out dinner. "Fuck... are you gonna be around? I really need to go, but we can catch up later. OK?"

"Sure, no problem. But give me your number so I can call you." Lexa thought about it, no harm with that, it wasn't like she would contact the model. But the brunette knew better.

"Let's do this. I'll see you tomorrow before my practise. Do you know were the pitch is?"

"Yeah!" Costia said. This would be harder than I thought.

"OK brilliant. See you there at five p.m. it's just... I need to tell Clarke. She's you know, a little sensitive with this things. Anyway, see you tomorrow. Need to run, my girlfriend is waiting."

"OK" To Lexa talk about Clarke was as natural as breathing. Her friends, teammates and classmates were used to it. But for the outsiders and specially people that knew Lexa before Clarke that was odd. For Costia it was amazing, because she knew Lexa before her troubled years. This Lexa was the one she had a crush on, but now she was mature, absolutely gorgeous and so intriguing that she felt the need of possess her. I really fucked up what we had. I should've listened to Trish, Lexa was one of a kind. Fuck it! We had something special, I can have her back! I know I can.


Costia was not a bad person. Actually she had been a good friend and a decent girlfriend to Lexa. They met when Lexa was fifteen and Costia was sixteen. Costia always had looked older thatn she was, her body was really feminine, slim curves, long legs, tan skin and a face of an angel. The first time Lexa saw her she was drooling, after all she was a horny, virgin, teen girl, with too much testosterone and oestrogen in her system to function right. Plus Costia Forrest smiled at her.

At their childhood home, the older brunette was the top of the popularity, everyone wanted to be her friend or something more. Costia was known for her beauty as well as her cleverness, she got a full scholarship to the Ice High School. Costia was the one to choose and she chose Lexa. They met at a party, Costia gave the eye to Lexa and the young brunette couldn't resist; they had sex that night, Lexa's first time was nothing special, it was awful, really, they were in a stranger's room with very little time, but Costial had fun, she liked the fact that Lexa saw her like a goddess, so she kept Lexa around. So for whole six months Lexa was the epitome of perfection, she was an inexperienced kid about love and relationships, she felt that she must do everything Costia told her, after all a girl like that was very rare to find.

"So... Elvira? Really, sexy?" They were having lunch at some cafe away from their high schools.

"Yeah! It's the third time this week that she asks me out. I kept telling her that I'm not interested... she just... she doesn't care." Lexa bit her sandwich and went silent.

"So do you want to go out with her? You can you know. We are only dating." That, years later, Costia understood was her first mistake.

"I don't want to. I know we are not exclusive but I don't like Elvira." Costia smiled, Lexa's loyalty was one of a kind.

"Who do you like?"

"You, only you. You… Well, you know me and you are not scared of me." Lexa smiled and took Costia's hand in hers.

"You know that no girl, lesbian, bi or straight would mind your… Friend, right? I know I would never… And not before how well you learnt to use it." Lexa blushed and kept eating.

She thought she was in love with the older brunette, but how could she not feel like that? Her life had been a bitch, nobody ever loved her, she needed to fight for everything, surviving, food, shelter, money, life itself, until now. Now she had a family, a home, friends, she was playing rugby, she was pretty good, and finally, she got a beautiful girlfriend that wasn't disgusted about her penis. She had it all, even though they were a secret.

"Yeah well, I'm not looking for anyone." She kissed Costia and they fell in a comfortable silence.

A month later something really unexpected happened to the older brunette, a friend of her told her about being a model for him, she accepted and Ryder made a profile for her, a couple of days later she met some people from the modelling world. She was happy, couldn't believe it. She, as Lexa and the majority of the people at her school and community, had a very few shots in life. They need to work harder and longer for the things that they want. So when Costia got cast as a model for Closet London she simply let her mind go. She was meeting new people, new life, she wanted to go to places, to feel powerful, so she just wanted to live her life; sadly for the younger brunette Costia's life was without her.

"You fucking cheated on me, Costia. What the fucking fuck?" Lexa was in Costia's bedroom, the older brunette was preparing her move to America.

"We are not exclusive Lexa. We discussed this." Lexa was speechless. She was sixteen years old and her world was falling apart.

"What? You know I have never been with anyone else. I love you Costia." Lexa was crying. Wasn't she enough? Was she damaged?

"I'm sorry Lexa I... God! I have an amazing opportunity for me. It's Victoria's Secret. Lexa I'm sorry... Don't cry... please." Costia was going for the last strike. She had loved Lexa, or at least she had cared for her deeply, but this was her opportunity and no one could stop her. "I loved you, but I want to be with Emilia, she's normal and she is going to go with me to America. I'm sorry." Suddenly Lexa stopped crying. She realised something.

"Fuck you Costia!" Lexa was leaving the bedroom. "I'm gonna make you regret this. Do you remember what you told me? That no girl would ever reject me? Remember that. Go have your dreamy life. So when you come back crawling I'm gonna fucking end you… See you in hell."

That was the last time they spoke until the day she met her outside the pub were Clarke and Lexa had their disastrous date. Costia saw how changed Lexa was, she was getting hotter and she was taken, that made her curious. Some of her friends back in town never met Lexa, never knew they were dating, but everyone in town knew of Lexa, about her athletic skills and her womanizer ways around London. So when Costia saw Lexa she simply felt the need to have her no matter what, no matter who. Except Clarke did stop her in a very nasty way.

She didn't know who Clarke was. Until a year later. She was surfing the net, wasting her time, trying to know about her home town, she was living in America for a long time and her relationship was not ideal. Emilia was cheating on her and her family didn't accept her. It was bad enough that Emilia was a lesbian, the atrocious thing was that Costia wasn't part of the nobility. Her dream life was rubbish. Then she saw a little article on Heat, it was just few lines and a photo. The article was about the aristocratic love life. The photo was from a gala in the Griffin's mansion, and there, in all her glory was Lexa, in a black Dolce & Gabbana tuxedo and at her right in her arm was the blonde who almost broke her nose, Lady Clarke Griffin, wearing a black dress with black laces, the D&G couple, Costia mocked. They seem like a golden couple and the report said the same.

"The couple of the fairy tale, Lady Clarke Griffin and Alexandria Woods. The young couple met at the Arkadia High School a year ago where they are currently attending. Our sources affirm that the outstanding young rugby player (Woods) and the raising artist, young Lady (Griffin) are in a very serious and solid relationship. We are pretty happy for them, love is very difficult to find. Cheers to the young golden couple."

That was all. Costia knew that she needed to see it for herself. Love? Costia knew that she was Lexa's first love. She knew Lexa's aberration for the nobility, for the high class. And now she was dating a Lady and appearing in magazines?

She needed to see it for herself. Luckily her job bought her home. The older brunette wanted to apologise, leave the horrible story behind Lexa and her, be friends, and little by little get Lexa back, after all, the young brunette was the best girlfriend the model could ever have. The huge problem was Clarke. The blonde was a beast, defending what was hers vehemently, so she would playe her cards well, time will tell if Lexa and Clarke were meant to be, in her head, they weren't, she knew that, no high class bitch will be ever good enough for them, Emilia had made it clear, she knew Lexa will see it too. She would play long, she will get back her admire, Lexa. And then she was here, at Oxford.


Lexa picked up some Italian food and went to see her girlfriend. She was happy, thinking about politics and rugby made her happy. Be with her friends made her happy. Being with Clarke, well that was the absolute exquisiteness of her life. Seeing her girlfriend in her element, deep in her art, expressing herself, feeling, being part in the intimate daily nature of the artist that was love.

Clarke was so into her mind that she didn't hear Lexa get in. So Lexa stood there, watching her girlfriend being all frustrated in front of her canvas. Her eyebrows furrowed, then her hand made violent moves over the painting, like if she was trying to destroy it. Clarke suddenly stopped and threw her brush out.

"Fucking hell!" Clarke yelled.

"Wow, love! You really are stressing over this assignment." Clarke jumped when she heard her girlfriend's voice. "And fuck, you hate the model!" Lexa was in front of the canvas, studying it.

"No... Why would you say that?" Clarke asked innocently.

"You're using beige. Fucking beige. Near to brown, those are your horrible colors... oh, fuck... there... brown." Lexa was pointing the upper part of the painting where was a brown shadow. She knew her girlfriend, something was off and was pissing Clarke off. And when the blonde was angry the only two things that could calm her was painting or angry sex. The brunette was preparing for the latter.

"How do you know that? Your hair is brown and I love it." Clarke took the bag from Lexa's hands and placed the takeout on a table in the far corner.

"Don't be daft, love. My hair is light chestnut, you love it because it's natural and mine. Now this... is plain brown... you, love-hate beige... so... emotions... hate... everything is beautiful, as always, but babe... you do hate this poor girl." Clarke hugged Lexa's waist from behind and kissed her neck.

"Sometimes I just hate that I can't keep anything from you." Lexa chuckled and leaned her back on Clarke's front.

"I saw Costia today. She wanted to catch up with me. I'm meeting her tomorrow. Wanna come?" Lexa asked.

"No, you go. I trust you. But if she tries to make a move on you, you call me or text me and I will be there to end her." Lexa smiled and faced Clarke.

"Aye, love. Promise... Fuck, you are so hot when you get angry. What about if we... do... Things?" Lexa wiggled her eyebrows at the blonde and Clarke stroked Lexa's bulge.

"We haven't done it here!" Clarke kissed Lexa's neck while opening Lexa's jeans.

"Oh... and why's that?!" The brunette put her hands over the blonde's hips. "Are you sure you wanna do this before we eat something."

"Agh! Way to kill the mood, lad." Clarke complained and went to the table where the food was, Lexa followed her laughing.

"No, but, I promised Jake and Abby to look after you. Keep you well fed is in order... and later... we'll fuck like maniacs."

"I knew about Costia being here. I didn't tell you because the thing with Raven and then you had to go to the meeting... I'm sorry."

"Hey, its OK... oh... OK..." Lexa went silent abruptly, her mind was working hard and fast, then everything clicked. "Costia is the model, isn't she?"

"Agh! I swear I hate this telepathic shit between us sometimes." Clarke rubbed her hands over her face trying to get rid of the frustrations that she felt.

"No you don't... Did she tell you something that upset you?" There it was again. Five years together made Lexa read Clarke's emotions like an open book.

"No. It... God... She just remembered me that she was your first. That kind of... fucked me up a little." Lexa grabbed Clarke's hand and squeezed it.

"I don't care about Costia. I only care about you. I love you. So don't... listen to her."

"I know that Lex, but..."

"I got it. I would feel the same if Niylah would show her ugly face." Clarke chuckled.

"She's not ugly."

"Yeah well... she is to me." Lexa was setting the table trying to be busy to not let her jealousy show.

"Oh my god! Really?"

"What?"

"How I can tell that Costia is attractive but you can't accept the fact that Naiylah is hot?"

"Because I'm a fucking jealous asshole in love." Clarke chuckled and Lexa smiled.

"I'm a fucking jealous asshole in love as well. But here we are, talking abut our hot ex girlfriends."

"She wasn't your girlfriend, darling. And yeah, she is OK" Lexa finished serving the plates and looked at Clarke. "Have you ever wondered why we are so... like we are?" Lexa asked.

"Clingy?" Clarke said it like it was the most normal question in the world. "Don't know. I don't mind. Do you?"

"No. I like it, actually." Lexa smiled.

"My theory is that we are like that because we had tons of casual fucks, that once we found love we defend it with all our strength. But it's just a theory."

"Fucking hell! You thought about this really deeply, didn't you?"

"Yup. After I knocked you out, I started to think about why I was so angry and jealous about her. And the reason was that I love you so much that if you wanted to go back to her I would leave you to be happy with her; that's how much I love you. Obviously… I punched her after having that epiphany." Clarke wasn't looking at Lexa. How could she? She just admitted her deepest fear, Lexa leaving her willingly for someone else.

"Fucking hell! Now I understand why you were so sure about... letting me go when the Catherine thing..."

"And after that I understood that we are meant to be together, because you will fight for us until the end and I will do the same for you, for us. This is the first time that we are really in love... like really in love."

"Really in love." They kept talking, eating and laughing. Alexandria Sophia Woods knew that she had it all.

"Let's go, it's late and tomorrow we have classes. So help me clean up." Clarke stood up and started to clean. "Be a dear, put the paint on the top shelf." Lexa did what she was told, she stood and her top lifted, she was showing her abs, Clarke saw it, she felt the unavoidable feeling that only Lexa could bring her: lust. The blonde put her hands over Lexa's abs and stroked them lightly.

"Everything OK, babe?" Lexa put her hands over the blonde's.

"Yeah! It's just that you are so hot. I love your abs… your beautiful ass… so perfect… God!" The blonde kissed Lexa's neck, her hands travelled from her waist to her ass. "Fuck! How can you do that?"

"What? You are the one who's grabbing my ass." The blonde chuckled.

"Let's do the nasty here." Lexa turned around and face the blonde without releasing her.

"You were the one who told me that this was your sacred place. So... your call."

"Let's fuck here... on every possible surface." Lexa's junk was starting to wake. "I want to suck your cock while I put a finger in your ass. Just like you like to do to me. So you can come so hard that you won't be able to function. I'm gonna ruin you for any bitch in the planet. Because Lexa, you are fucking mine." Clarke licked Lexa's neck while she stroked the brunette's bulge.

"Fuck baby girl, you are so naughty." Lexa put her hand over Clarke's and stopped the stroking. "This is because of Costia, isn't it?" Clarke sighed and turned her back.

"I swear I fucking hate this telepathic rubbish." Lexa hugged Clarke tightly form behind.

"I don't mind. In fact, I love the idea of you being here and remembering how good you fucked me. So... baby girl... let's fuck." Clarke turned around and hugged Lexa's neck and sucked over her pulse point with so much force that she left a mark. "Marking your territory little girl?"

"No need, you are mine. It's just for fun."

"Oh fun yeah! It's nothing to do with the fact that I'm gonna see Costia tomorrow, right?"

"Ugh! You know what? I'm not in the mood anymore. Let's go home." Clarke was about to let go Lexa's neck when the brunette hugged her tight.

"Clarke, I know why you're doing this, I don't mind. I… Understand. A few days ago I almost made a sweet little gay guy shit his pants because I thought he wanted to ask you out. I've been there." Lexa chuckled and kissed Clarke's nose. "I'm just teasing you because now I know that I'm not alone in the jealousy department." Clarke smiled at her.

"You've never been alone in that. I'm sorry… I gave you a love bite… Forgive me?" Lexa smiled, put her forehead over the blonde's.

"You know what? Mark me. All over my body, I want people to know that I'm taken."

"Would you do that to me too? Mark me, I mean."

"Yup! Scratches, love bites, I also can write my name over your fanny if you'd like." Lexa smirked at that comment. She felt the blonde's mouth over her neck once again, Clarke was sucking again at the same spot, just harder this time.

"We are a fucking weird couple." Lexa put her hands over Clarke's ass.

"Oh baby you have no idea." Clarke took a step back and started to take Lexa's clothes off.

"I wanna suck your cock."

"OK… Let's just… Wait… why do you have a sofa-bed in here? Is this like a motel or something that I wasn't aware of?"

"Nope. It's here for the models, when we need to do the… You know, anatomy shit."

"Oh… Let's fuck there." Lexa smiled. "Although… We should need sheets. I'm planing to be sooo naughty that you are going to blush every time you come here." Lexa's perfect body was in all her dorky naked glory, moving to the cupboard looking for sheets. Clarke only could see her while she was getting naked herself. She was so lucky to have someone like Lexa in her life. She could be anything that Clarke needed in any circumstance. She could be sweet, pleasant, gentle, protective, funny, dorky, harsh, stubborn, mental, unstoppable. And she was all hers. She had no doubt about that.

"Look in the top shelf near the paints." Lexa grabbed the sheets and put them over the sofa, she didn't move at first, she looked at Clarke instead. She would let the blonde decide the love making.

"OK… Now… How do you wanna do this? Do you wanna play or just us?" Lexa could do the oddest questions in the inappropriate times, but that was what Clarke loved about her, always looking out for the blonde's needs.

"Let's just go with the flow… And now the flow is in my favour, so… Lay on the sofa and play with your cock."

"Fuck Clarke, you certainly know how to talk like a Lady."

"I know, right? Tell me what you like about me." Clarke needed this. Of course Lexa always told her how beautiful she was, that she loved her curves and her smile and, actually everything about her, but she needed to hear it know.

"I love your neck… the way you get horny when I kiss the spot right between your jaw and your neck." It seemed like Lexa's hand had a life or its own. She stroked her dick lightly but firmly, wishing the blonde was the one doing it.

"Keep going, baby. Stroke that beautiful cock of yours. Tell me more." She felt Clarke's eyes on her, she knew the blonde liked to be in control any other day, those times were few but effective when the blonde needed to blow some steam, it happened when the blonde was jealous or insecure, so Lexa did everything in her power to show the blonde that she was the only one for her.

"Are you gonna touch yourself too? Please? I love see you fucking yourself." At that comment Clarke put a feet on the bed showing to Lexa her wet pussy. The brunette loved to see it, always ready for her.

"OK. Just keep going, baby. I get wetter when you talk." Clarke put two fingers in her pussy and started to move them up and down slowly.

"Shit, Clarke. Come on, lay next to me." The blonde did. It was amazing how dirty and loving their sex could be.

"I love your tits. So perfect. When my dick is between them... shit, I just wanna come all over them... I love your arms... it's just fantastic how warm they are when you hug me." Lexa was looking at the blonde directly into her eyes. She could hear the noise that Clarke's finger made when the blonde put them in her cunt. Lexa was so turned on. "I love your hands, they are so dedicated and strong at the same time... Just like you."

"Fuck!" Clarke was horny, pleasuring herself with the help of Lexa's words that always were so hot for the blonde.

"Keep going, baby... fuck your fingers... does it feel good? Like my cock in you?" Lexa was as worked up as Clarke, to prevent herself from cumming, she squeezed the base of her cock, she wanted to fuck Clarke, she wanted to be fucked by the blonde.

"Nothing ever feels as good as you, Lexa... shit! I love to see you touching yourself."

"I wanna be in you, baby. Please..." Lexa was holding on poorly.

"No. A little more." Both of them were in sync. Looking straight to their eyes. "Tell me more, please." Lexa took a breath to calm herself.

"I love your wet, warm pussy all over my cock. I love the fact that the only one who can pleasure you like you need it's me… I'm the only one Clarke, because no one has this fucking cock that you love to fuck. I just… I like everything about you… Please baby, let me fuck you good… Please!" Clarke was about to cum but she stopped her movement. She took her fingers off her pussy and sat down on the bed edge. "Stand up in front of me." Lexa did was she was told. Her cock was in front of Clarke's face. The blonde guided her wet finger to the brunette's mouth. "Suck them while I suck your cock… Make my finger really wet because these babies are gonna be in your ass, and you gonna love it." Lexa was so turned on that she went straight to sucking the blonde's fingers. The position was a little uncomfortable for Clarke, but she managed to put her mouth on her girlfriend's cock. She just gave her two kisses on the head and grabbed the big penis in her hand.

"Come on, Lexa. Suck them good. Imagine that they are my clit. How you love to lick my pink hard clit." Lexa did it, suddenly Clarke pushed her fingers out of the brunette's mouth.

"OK, show time, baby. Relax… I'm with you, I know you love me, I know you love that I own you, let's do that." Lexa breathed and tried to relax as best as she could. Since the first time Clarke did that to her, she always got excited and nervous at the same time because she knew that she would cum in no time. She didn't want that, she wanted to last as long as she could, or at least to be ready in a second for her girl. All those thoughts disappeared when she felt the mouth of her girl in the tip of her cock and a very soft hand running through her thighs close to her ass. "Shit baby, move a little. I need to feel these glorious ass muscles on my hands."

"Fuck!" Lexa thrusted her hips lightly, carefully avoiding deep throating her girlfriend, which was really difficult while being sucked the life out of by the talented mouth and tongue of Clarke. The brunette was looking at the blonde, just her, just Clarke. The aristocrat Lady who fell in love with her, a ruffian, a criminal, a jerk; and the blonde changed her. Now Lexa was in love, she has been in love with the blonde since she met her.

"God, babe! Your mouth is… Fuck! The greatest weapon of love." Clarke laughed hard, she almost choked at that declaration. The blonde spanked the brunette's hard ass.

"Really Lexa? That was a horrible line… Way to kill the mood!" The blonde was about to complain more but the brunette took her head and guided it to her cock with a smile on her face. Clarke kissed the tip of her cock before putting all the member into her mouth.

"Fucking hell… Keep going, love… Oh my god… Yes… Come on… Take it… Shit!" The blonde was sucking her and playing with the brunette's ass. Lexa felt in heaven. "Shit… Baby… Wait, don't put your finger in my ass… Make them wet with your juices… Play with your twat a little." Clarke did, she knew how tight Lexa's ass was, she wanted to give her pleasure not discomfort. "God! Your pussy is always so wet for me baby girl… So lovely… Come on… Play with that beautiful cunt! Make it wet for me… Because after this I'm gonna fuck you so good my love… So, so, so, so good that you're gonna ruin you knickers just by coming in here." Lexa kept pumping her hips lightly when she felt her girlfriend's wet fingers slowly enter her ass. "God, baby girl… Slowly… Just like that… Fucking hell… Yeah… Suck my cock, love… Fuck… You fell so good… Yes… Oh baby… Keep sucking it… Shit… Your finger is in… All the way… Fuck…" Lexa knew that she was going to cum hard. The way that Clarke was fucking her ass was an indication of it. The blonde had a finger up her ass, while her other hand was stroking the brunette's balls and her mouth was sucking the tip of her cock like a lollipop. "Fuck Clarke… Take what you need baby… I'm all yours… Come on! Shit… Move that finger love… Oh god! Yeah! Oh my god! Bob that clever head of yours… Shit… Faster love… Come on! Baby girl… Make me cum!" The pleasure was enormous. Lexa was screaming. All her muscles were tense, she knew that she wasn't going to last long. The blonde owned her, she was making a sexual statement. Clarke tasted the precum on her lover's cock and sucked her harder and faster. Lexa's thrusts helped her fuck her ass while she was squeezing her balls. She was on a mission, make the brunette cum hard all over the place. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum… God! I'm… Take it baby… Take my cum… Oh my god! OH MY GOD CLARKE… YEAH! I FUCKING… LOVE YOU… GOD!" The brunette cummed hard. So hard that she had to grab the blonde's shoulders to support herself. "You… You… God! I… Lay down, I need to lay down…" Clarke chuckled and kissed Lexa's abs, helping her lay down next to her.

"Was it good?" Lexa chuckled. She had her eyes closed and her breathing was irregular.

"Good? ... Good? ... My god! That was… Was… Shit… I don't even have the words right now… Come here… Let me kiss you." The blonde straddled the brunette's hips, carefully avoiding the brunette's semi hard cock. Lexa kissed her softly, caressing the blonde's back, rubbing and squeezing her ass. "I love everything about you Clarke. You're perfection. Your curves, your smooth skin. Shit, I truly understand why everybody looks at you and drool over your shadow. And god that makes me so fucking jealous! But then, you came running to me with that big smile and kiss me like I was the only thing in your mind, and then I feel like the luckiest girl in the world because you are mine. Not because I'm forcing you, but because you want to be mine. That is what I love the most about you, that despite our differences you want to be with me." Clarke laid on top of Lexa's body, she wanted to feel close to her girlfriend. "The fact that you are smoking hot helps a lot…" She said playfully. "And your eyes… Your eyes are poetry, so blue, so pure… God I'm such a lesbian in love."

"Yeah! You are." Clarke felt her girlfriends cock getting harder.

"How much time do we have in here?" Clarke looked at the clock on the wall.

"About… Twenty more minutes." Lexa nodded, took her cock and started to rub it on Clarke's cunt.

"I'm gonna make you scream, baby." Clarke kissed Lexa's neck and helped her guide her cock in her pussy.

"Promises… Promises…" Lexa thrust deep and fast. Clarke's pussy was so wet that the brunette had no difficulties entering her.

"As promised, love… Come on baby, move that beautiful body of yours… God you're always so tight… Shit… Like that… good… Up and down… Fuck you're so fucking good. Look at those tits bouncing… Shit… God." Lexa grabbed Clarke's tits in her hands while the blonde put her hands over Lexa's ribs and fucked her hard. The sound of skin slapping skin was filling the room. They were into their own world.

"Shit Lexa… Come on… Suck my nipples… Fuck you're so hot… Baby, come on!" Lexa sat up and took a nipple in her mouth, the other was between her fingers, she was twisting it hard, Clarke liked it like that. "God you have a glorious cock, baby… So big… So strong… Keep going… I need to feel how you stretch my cunt… God! Yeah! Like that! Do you like my pussy? Fucking… Yeah…" Lexa was thrusting her fast but not as hard as the blonde wanted. "Baby… Let's… God! Top me… Please, I need you hard and fast." Lexa turned them without pulling out of Clarke, she grabbed the back of the sofa to help herself thrust harder and faster. Clarke's hands were on her ass once again but this time she was just squeezing it. She felt her girlfriends hot and warm breath on her neck, then she felt a wet tongue on her pulse point.

"Fuck… Do it Clarke… Do it... Bite me, suck my neck… Fuck you're so wet… So warm… Shit… I love this cunt… it's mine… just mine… OH GOD!" Clarke's teeth were over her pulse point, the biting and the sucking were so hot that she moved her hips faster and harder. She was concentrating just in the pleasure, for a moment she didn't hear her girlfriend.

"Lexa stop… Baby… Baby please stop." The pleading took her out of her trance, making her stop completely.

"Fuck! Baby did I hurt you… Do I pull out? Are you OK?"

"Yeah… We are going to break the sofa Lex… So we need to slow down or move." Lexa blushed and Clarke smiled.

"No slowing down… Come on… Let me…" Lexa pulled out of Clarke, put the blonde's legs over her waist, she was searching for a place to fuck her girlfriend, but apart from the sofa there was nothing available. "Shit… why every surface on this place it's full of art stuff."

"Really?" The blonde chuckled.

"That was rhetorical… fuck it… The wall will do." Lexa carried Clarke to the only wall that was empty of canvas or sculptures, the one near the door. Luckily for them the door had just a little window, if they were lucky no one would see them. "Fuck baby… Let me… Shit… I love fucking you like this… I can be so deep inside you." Lexa kissed Clarke's neck and put the tip of her dick carefully into the blonde's twat. She needed to be focused, carrying her girlfriend and fucking her at the same time was a pretty difficult tasks.

"Fuck Lexa! You feel huge… I love it… I love you… God… Right there baby… Yeah! Shit… Fuck, the wall is cold." That sudden jump made Clarke's pussy squeeze hard around Lexa's cock.

"Shit… Oh my god! Clarke… Let me… Fuck… Let me enter you… Like… Yeah! Oh my god, you're so wet." Lexa moved her hips slowly.

"Come on, love! God! Your cock it's so good… Come on! Fuck me… Fuck me good! Shit… Come on, baby, take that cunt… Take it, own it. So, so, so good! Yeah! Fuck me… Oh god!"

"Shit… Yeah… Like that? Do you like my cock deep in your cunt? Eh? Shit… Feel it… Feel me in you… Shit… Your cunt it's always so good, baby girl… so so good… And mine… Only mine… Shit… You feel fucking beautiful… oh my god! Tell me how much you love my cock! How wet do you get when you see me."

"So wet… So good! Keep going." Lexa put her mouth on Clarke's neck, she was sucking hard. Everything felt so good. "Come on Lex… Bite me." The brunette changed their position, her back was now on the wall and the blonde was holding the brunette's neck. Clarke felt Lexa's teeth on her pulse point and a bite while the brunette was thrusting hard. "Fuck Lexa… You're mine… Just mine… God, your cock… Fuck, like that… So good!"

"Who do you belong to Clarke?"

"You… Only you." Lexa bit her as hard as Clarke did before. Now the blonde was sure that they got teeth marks on their necks like fucking animals. Clarke was smiling. When she opened her eyes she was surprised with a pair of honey brown eyes looking direct to her. Costia's eyes and mouth were wide open. She was just there, watching them making love. She couldn't believe it, when she was with Lexa, the young brunette was so gentle, so sweet. Now, this Lexa was pure hormones and rough sex appeal that she didn't recognise. For a moment she though that Clarke was with someone else, until…

"Fuck me Clarke… Please baby… Fuck me… Let me… God… Do it… Please… You feel so good on my cock… God." Clarke looked at Costia with a smirk on her face. She understood that she had nothing to worry about, Lexa was hers, only hers. "God… I need… Where… A stool…" Lexa opened her eyes to look for a stool, a table, something to put Clarke on and fuck her senseless, to finish. She stopped her thrusting and walked to the stool in the middle of the room, sitting Clarke on it. The blonde looked at the door but Costia wasn't there anymore. "I'm gonna cum baby… Open your legs wide… Fuck…"

"Harder, Lex… Play with my clit… I wanna cum with you…" Lexa put a finger over Clarke's clit and stared rubbing it while her hips moved violently, her cock was in and out of Clarke's cunt with so much force that the stool was moving with them.

"Fuck Clarke… I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum…"

"Yeah! Me too… Suck my nipples… God!" Lexa did, Clarke's pussy was squeezing her hard, she wasn't gonna last. "Fuck! Come inside Lexa…"

"I love you." Lexa was about to cum, when she murmured something close to marry me. Clarke wasn't sure, her orgasm was so hard that she forgot how to breathe.

"OH MY GOD LEXA! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" Clarke came and Lexa did a little after her. She felt the creamy cum of her girl filling her. After a moment of silence the blonde spoke. "Fuck that was good!" Clarke was breathless trying to hold herself and her girlfriend form falling off the stool. Lexa was laying on top of her unable to move.

"I think what you're trying to say is 'it was fucking mind blowing', but your brain is not ready yet." Clarke chuckled.

"Exactly! Do you want to lay down, Lex?" Lexa nodded but did nothing to move. "Need a hand?" Lexa shook her head. "Lex… Are you OK?" The brunette shook her head again and the blonde felt a little moisture in her neck. "Baby, are you crying?" Lexa didn't respond, she just hugged Clarke tightly.

"I need to tell you something." This was it. This was the time when Lexa told Clarke that she rather be with Costia. Clarke was going to lose the love of her life forever. Just minutes ago she thought that she had nothing to worry about. She didn't know what to do.

"Do you want to… Pull out and face me?" Clarke was tense, Lexa could feel it.

"It's not a bad thing. I'm not gonna break up with you. So don't panic. And I don't wanna pull out. Clarke…" With all the strength that the brunette had she rose up and faced her girlfriend. "I have never done this."

"Fucking in an art studio? I hope not, all your first times are with me… Well, not all of them, but you get it." Clarke wanted to light the mood, she never had seen Lexa so serious after sex.

"I have never had rough sex with anyone. I have never been… I…" Lexa was stroking Clarke's thighs trying to calm her nerves. "I thought about it, but I never did it with anybody until you. It was scary for me, you know? Being a girl who has a cock, then the sex… I always have been a little wild, but not with sex… They… I… You are so special Clarke, you accept all of me… And I mean all, nobody has ever done that. I don't know if you understand." Lexa was now looking at Clarke's eyes. She did understand. "I had to play nice in order to be accepted. I fucked a lot, just not rough, I had to be another person, just… Get in and get out, never stay… Just… Good fuck, I came, never see you again… And probably you think that that was easy, it wasn't. I couldn't be my wild self with anyone… For that you need a certain connection with someone. Trust in them. And I never had that, until you. What I'm trying to say is that, I trust you Clarke Griffin, I trust you with everything I have. And that mean… Everything… So you can use my body, because I know that you are never going to use my heart. So I trust you with both." That was it, the ultimate love declaration. Clarke couldn't say it better, they trusted each other beyond jealousy, possessions or uncertainty. They were meant to be.

"God Lexa! I thought I couldn't be more in love with you and then… I wanna be with you for the rest of my life!" Lexa was surprised, forever was a long time that she would accept gladly.

"Really?"

"Yeah! Forever!"