A/N: So this is my first attempt at smut…I'm sorry if its shit, I don't know what I'm doing and I'm probably one of the most awkward people you will ever meet. But, I told RhydianKnight that I would do pretty much anything if she added something into her story. She asked me to do this. This shit is dedicated to her and her thirsty ass. Enjoy. ~TGF
Library Fun
Lexa was seated on the second floor of the library, hidden away by dusty bookshelves lined with unused textbooks. She wasn't sure who else would use them besides her, sometimes she just liked to come up and sit in the secluded section to get some peace and quiet. But once she'd discovered that the books in the back were mostly on ancient history and philosophy it had become her secret place. Nobody else came there, well, except for one person.
"Lex? You back here?" Clarke called noisily from somewhere near the stairwell. Lexa heard the loud hissing and shushing she received from being so loud. The brunette rolled her eyes and a smile curved her lips reluctantly but didn't look up from the book she was currently engrossed in. The woman didn't seem capable of being quiet in any situation.
The muffled footfalls of Clarke's ever present worn out Chucks were the only indications Lexa had that she was heading her way. It was several moments before a blonde head peaked around a bookshelf and flashed a lopsided grin at her girlfriend.
"Hey, babe, I'm just checking up on ya."
Lexa glanced up from the book on the table. "Hey, did you finish studying?"
Clarke nodded and moved to sit in the vacant seat opposite the brunette. She noticed that everything was packed away and whatever book she was in the process of reading was over halfway completed. "What are you reading?"
"The Moral Sayings of Publius Syrus. It's really good, about an ancient Syrian slave. Very interesting," Lexa smiled politely and stuffed the sequential of her and Clarke at the carnival into the book, marking her spot. She'd begun using it as a bookmark almost as soon as they'd taken it. It was from their second…or maybe third date and worn out but still viewable. She liked to look at it sometimes and remember how big of an idiot she had been to try and tamp down her feelings.
Clarke grinned at the thoughtful expression on her girlfriend's face. She was used to Lexa going off on mental tangents in the middle of a conversation and waited patiently for her to come back so she could reply. When Lexa met her eyes with a sheepish smile, she leaned forward, "I was wondering if you wanted to go back to my place tonight?"
"With you?"
"No, with Raven," Clarke deadpanned, barely managing to mask her amusement. When Lexa frowned at her in confusion she dropped the façade, "Yes, with me silly." She leaned further across the table, nearly completely out of her chair to peck Lexa on the lips.
The brunette hummed as they pulled apart, allowing herself to relax fully. It was finally the weekend and she didn't have to worry about any tests or deadlines for projects until the next Tuesday. Now was her time to indulge in her girlfriend. Thank god.
She finally allowed her eyes to flutter open to find Clarke's baby blues staring at her curiously. "What?" she asked.
"Nothing," Clarke plastered that lopsided Griffin grin on her face, her eyes crinkled in the most adorable way when she did that. The one Lexa always insisted looked like her dad's but that Clarke had always disagreed with. Hers was most definitely not as mischievous as her father's had been.
"You sure?"
"Yes," Clarke nodded and rested her chin on her hand so she could stay close to Lexa, "Now do you want to come back to my dorm or what?" her voice had dropped to an insistent, husk that made Lexa's heart jump in her chest.
She sucked in a deep breath, knowing exactly where this was going and tried not to let herself get flustered. It had been nearly a week since they'd had enough free, alone time to spend together to do anything remotely sexual besides quick pecks and lingering touches. Most of their time together had been spent with friends or separate study groups across the library from each other.
Lexa schooled her features and tried to flash a cheeky smirk, "What would we be doing there?" she was good at maintaining a tight control of her expressions and emotions, except when it came to the woman sitting before her.
Clarke settled forward, placing more weight on her elbows than absolutely necessary exposing an abundance of cleavage over her sinfully low cut t-shirt. Lexa's eyes dropped to her girlfriend's chest of their own accord, obtaining the ultimate view right down her shirt. Lacy red fabric twined with black. Lexa had to force herself to swallow and glance back up into the teasing, coy blue before her.
Her mind drifted to the matching set of underwear Lexa knew all too well. Her mind conjured an image of them in Clarke's bed, the blonde writhing beneath her as she pulled those tantalizingly flimsy garments on the floor.
"Fuck, Clarke."
"Like what you see, Lex?" Clarke's fingers drifted down Lexa's forearm, leaving a wake of hot sparks coursing from her touch straight to Lexa's stomach. She hadn't realized she'd said her words out loud until she'd received a response. Her face heated in embarrassment and she moved to cover it, groaning in the process.
Lexa felt Clarke stand and move around the table before firm hands grabbed at either wrist. Clarke pried her hands from her face and maneuvered to sit in Lexa's lap. She slid her fingers to intertwine with Lexa's so she couldn't cover her face again.
"You're just too easy to tease," the seductive, husky chuckle in Clarke's voice sent a shiver straight down Lexa's spine. The warmth radiating from the blonde relaxed the tension in Lexa's shoulders and she slouched forward. Her hands squeezed unconsciously at Clarke's three times.
The warm, genuine smile that spread across those pink lips made Lexa's breath hitch slightly at the brightness of it. "I love you too, you dork," Clarke murmured and leaned over, pressing her lips to Lexa's hard.
Lexa pulled one hand from Clarke's to tangle in her brilliant hair, kissing her back passionately. She didn't think she could ever be able to get tired of kissing the gorgeous artist before her. The feelings that twisted in her stomach and made her so embarrassingly self-conscious when it came to her girlfriend were welcome even if they sometimes managed to make things awkward.
Clarke shifted in her lap, trying to push herself even closer to the body underneath her. She tilted her head, nipping at Lexa's lower lip before soothing the bite with her tongue and asking for permission to enter.
It took all of the blonde's willpower not to grind herself into Lexa's lap to obtain some type of friction. It had been a long, hard week of classes, work and drama she'd grown tired of on Monday. She'd built up a considerable amount of frustration in more ways than one though and needed to let it out sooner rather than later. She didn't think that she would be able to wait until they got back to her place.
"Hold on," she murmured against Lexa's lips, pulling away just enough to stand and turn, straddling her girlfriend.
Lexa let out a huff of air, "Babe, we can go back to your place now." There was an undertone of urgency in her voice.
Clarke grinned mischievously at the obvious effect she was having, "Hmm, how quiet do you think you can be?"
The brunette frowned in confusion because both of them knew she wasn't the loudest in bed, but she definitely wasn't quiet either. Clarke maintained her impish expression, waiting for Lexa to catch up to her. She wiggled a little on top of her girlfriend and raised both of her eyebrows.
When her expression cleared, Lexa's jaw and body went ridged. She wasn't sure if she was bothered enough to actually want to do it in the library. Clarke must have noticed her expression change because she leaned forward placed tender kisses down the long expanse of exposed neck.
Lexa hummed quietly and her body melted against the soft, flawless curves of Clarke's body. She settled her hands on the swell of her girlfriend's hips before sliding them up and under the back of her shirt. Fingers roamed over smooth skin and blunt nails scrapped back down, causing Clarke to arch her body into Lexa's.
The silence that surrounded permeated the library made it all too easy for both of them to get lost in each other's bodies. The chair might have been uncomfortable and the possibility that they could be discovered was always in the back of Lexa's mind, but she really wasn't caring at that point.
Clarke made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl and her teeth grazed lightly over sensitive skin. Lexa stifled a moan as electricity spread from her neck through her body and settled between her legs, "Clarke."
"Mmm?" the blonde acknowledged, sucking lightly at Lexa's pulse point.
Lexa moaned and squirmed, warmth spreading swiftly through her body at Clarke's ministrations. She tried to focus, to put together some form of a coherent sentence, but when Clarke bit down hard and began grinding down against her,she was utterly lost. Instead of speaking, she dug her hands into the arches of Clarke's to pull her down and provide more friction for her.
Maybe Lexa wasn't getting much physical pleasure from the movements, but she didn't mind. The thought of Clarke getting pleasure from being with her was more than enough for the moment.
She shifted forward, pulling her right hand from under Clarke's shirt to tug at her hair. When Clarke finally let go and met her eyes, they were darker than before. Her pupils were blown so wide, Lexa was surprised to see how far gone she was already. She moved her hand to cup the blonde's cheek softly, brushing a calloused thumb over flushed cheeks.
Blue eyes fluttered closed and their lips met in a much rougher kiss. Lexa's bottom lip was caught between Clarke's teeth to be pulled and sucked on almost painfully for a few seconds. To sooth the pain, Clarke's tongue brushed over the bruising skin eliciting a moan from Lexa.
Lexa tightened her hand in Clarke's hair, pushing forward to try to gain the upper hand. Her tongue probed for entrance after capturing Clarke's lips in a more dominant kiss. Her left hand slid down to Clarke's lower back, pressing hard before she stood and moved the short distance to the table.
The blonde made a surprised noise before she shuffled to the left and tilted, pulling Lexa's book from under her ass. Clarke wrapped her arms around Lexa's neck again, pressing them flushed against each other.
Tanned hands wandered over yoga pwhippeant clad thighs, securing under knees and wrapping both legs around her waist. Clarke seemed to get the hint and hooked her legs tighter around Lexa's hips. The angle allowed Lexa to explore further up and her girlfriend's thighs. She had an unhealthy obsession with Clarke's thighs.
Clarke yanked herself away, chest heaving with lack of oxygen, "Baby, please," she whined, "either do something or lets go back to my place."
Lexa smirked and allowed her fingers to trail around to her girlfriend's backside, pulling her lower body flush against her own. She tilted her head down to place heated, open-mouthed kisses along a pale neck and pressed her body forward, rolling her hips into Clarke's at the same time.
The moan that slipped from Clarke's lips was loud enough to send her already pounding heart into overdrive and her movements froze. For a second, she debated on stopping this and retreating back to Clarke's place, but there was a certain thrill to being partially exposed like this. Lexa's final decision to stay put was solidified with the knowledge of knowing that her hideout was rarely used by anyone besides her. She fleetingly wondered why they'd never done something like this before.
Clarke's tugging insistently at her hair drew her from her thoughts and once she pulled away from the inviting neck before her, her lips were captured in an impassioned, sloppy kiss. The noise of frustration that vibrated from Clarke's mouth into her own sent a jolt of heat and possessive arousal surging through her body to settle in her already heavy and warmed core.
Her fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of Clarke's yoga pants, teasing and grazing over the sensitive skin just underneath. Lexa loved the way her muscles trembled and jumped under her touch.
"Babe," the moan was laced with desperation, need and a little bit of frustration, "stop teasing."
Lexa grinned, unable to maintain a straight face at the furious redness of her girlfriend's neck and cheeks. Her hair was mussed and her t-shirt was wrinkled and bunched up under her stomach. She looked ready to be fucked.
Instead of drawing it out further, Lexa yanked at the pants insistently until Clarke slid off of the table and allowed her to pull them down to just below her knees. She pulled away for instant, enjoying the sight before her.
Clarke leaned against the table, yoga pants nearly completely off exposing perfect pale legs and a set of black and red laced underwear that contrasted perfectly against her skin. It took Lexa a moment of staring before she was able stand back up straight. Clarke kept her darkened eyes glued on Lexa's and worried her lower lip between her teeth. Both of her eyebrows were raised in a silent challenge that Lexa couldn't resist accepting.
She broke eye contact and brushed her finger over the ridged, lacy waistband before her, biting her lower lip at the thoughts it elicited. Lexa really wanted to see the matching set on the floor, but she couldn't do that now. Not in such an exposed place, instead, she brushed her fingers up Clarke's outer thigh, tracing random patterns so slowly slapped her hand away.
Lexa looked up in shock, pulling her hand back with a frown, "What the hell?"
"Stop teasing me and fuck me or I'll seriously make you pay," the exasperated, feisty blonde waved an angry finger at her chest.
Rather than risk her girlfriend's wrath, Lexa surged forward, capturing Clarke's lips roughly with her own and pushed her underwear to the side with the hand not holding Clarke's hip. Clarke settled herself back against the table when blessed fingers pressed against her.
Lexa explored, rubbing the pads of her finger tips experimentally through Clarke's folds. She pulled out of the kiss when Clarke's head dropped back, kissing was most likely out of the question for the next couple of minutes. When the blonde was this turned on, she could barely think, let alone move her lips to do anything other than moan nonsensical words.
The brunette wasn't sure why she wanted to tease her girlfriend so much, but it would provoke a response she knew would come in handy if they took this back to the apartment. So instead of doing exactly what Clarke wanted, she smirked and kissed along the sensitive underside of a pink tinged jaw until she reached Clarke's ear.
She rubbed her fingers along Clarke's slit, amazed at how wet the woman was already. She made a low, approving noise near Clarke's ear, nipping lightly at the lobe, "So wet." She observed, playfully circling the engorged bundle of nerves centered at the apex of glistening thighs.
That comment earned her a nice whack to the shoulder and an involuntary jerk of hips that made her fingers slip and rub right over the exact area she was attempting to avoid. Blunt fingernails raked down the back of Lexa's neck almost painfully and caused her to lose whatever restraint she had left.
In lieu of teasing further, she rubbed the pad of her finger over Clarke's clit in quick circular motions, prompting a not so quiet moan to escape kiss bruised lips, "Fuck."
"You're gonna have to be quiet, baby girl," Lexa murmured and brought her free hand under Clarke's shirt, kneading at a bra clad breast. She could feel Clarke's nipple stiffen beneath the fabric. Rather than focus on her chest, Lexa moved her attention to the wet warmth between the frustrated girl's legs.
Clarke tilted her head down, burying it into the crook of Lexa's neck and pressing her lips to the barely exposed skin of the curve of her neck. Her nails dug into the material of Lexa's shirt and fisted it tightly against her shoulders.
Lexa slid her fingers away from circling the blonde's clit and down to the source of her wetness. She pushed the tip of her middle finger inside, feeling the muscles there clench around the minor intrusion. Clarke canted her hips forward, grinding down to try and gain more friction. Her body rolled and writhed underneath Lexa when the brunette thrusted the single finger all of the way inside.
"Fuck, Lexa," Clarke gasped heatedly into the older girl's neck, stifling a moan at her ministrations, "more, please."
Not normally one to deny Clarke anything, Lexa added a second finger. She thrusted them forward, rubbing at the soaking walls and found Clarke's clit once again with her thumb. The feeling of the body beneath her made Lexa's own heat and grow heavy with lust and desire.
Nearly a year with one person teaches you how to work their body like an instrument. Lexa knew exactly where to push, pull and pinch at the right amount to maximize her girlfriend's pleasure. But that didn't mean she ever got tired of the unbelievably attractive noises Clarke made. She also never got tired of being the one capable of provoking such reactions from the gorgeous girl.
Lexa shifted so that her thigh was between Clarke's and she could move more freely. She curled her fingers upwards against the frontal wall, probing and rubbing hard. Her stomach clenched tighter with every moan, whimper and curse word breathed as silently as possible against her skin.
She thrusted harder, a sudden idea taking holding and building in her brain. She wanted to make it hard for Clarke to keep her mouth shut and she knew just how to do it.
Nimble fingers pulled from within Clarke and the blonde nearly punched her infuriating girlfriend. The burning coil in the pit of her stomach simmer just a little, but the throbbing between her legs protested at the sudden emptiness. But even through her aroused haze, Clarke was able to determine Lexa's plan when she dropped to her knees and pulled her underwear down to join her yoga pants.
Firm, warm hands grasped at her thighs and pulled her closer before those sinful fingers were replaced by an equally as sinful tongue. Clarke had to bring her own hand to cover her mouth when a moan escaped as Lexa's tongue swirled over her clit without preamble.
The brunette flattened her tongue and licked up Clarke's slit, moaning softly at the taste. Lexa tilted her head down and spread milky thighs apart further, swiping her tongue downward to thrust inside of her girlfriend.
Clarke's free hand came down and tangled in Lexa's hair, the table digging into her backside almost painfully. But it didn't bother her too much, she was intently focused on the face buried between her legs.
After several seconds of exploring and massaging Clarke's inner walls with her tongue, she moved upward. Capturing the slick clit in her mouth, Lexa flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth over the engorged organ. Lexa thrusted two fingers back inside of the tight warmth and curled her fingers upward.
Another moan tore from Clarke's throat, "Lexa," she gasped, hooking a leg over the brunette's shoulder to keep herself upright. She had to force herself to not move Lexa's head in the direction she wanted it and allowed herself to succumb to whatever her girlfriend was willing to give her.
Finally Lexa's fingertips pressed against the spongy muscle that made Clarke utterly palpable in her hands. She rubbed harder, honing in on that one spot and thrusting her fingers as deeply as she could. Clarke's wetness coated over her hand and chin already but the woman was still rolling and thrusting her hips, making Lexa's face even more of a mess.
Clarke's muscles shuttered and she let a whimper slip from between her fingers clamped over her own mouth. The waves of pleasure coursing through her body had her toes curling and she was right on the precipice of bliss.
A rather harsh thrust of Lexa's fingers made the wooden legs of the table to screech loudly and Clarke almost fell. She let out a sharp yelp and opted to grab onto the table rather than muffle her noises. It would be incredibly stupid and graceless to fall with her underwear around her ankles and her girlfriend between her legs.
Lexa sped up her ministrations, plunging her fingers deeper and sucking harder at Clarke's clit. She was worried that if someone hadn't heard the noises Clarke had been making before, they would now and maybe someone would come and investigate. They would probably be banned from the library if they were caught in this position. Lexa could definitely not afford that.
A low, guttural moan escaped Clarke's mouth when a particularly sharp jolt of pleasure caused her core to clench. Wave after wave crashed over her with every stroke of Lexa's fingers and flick of her tongue, Clarke felt herself grow closer and closer.
"Fuck, baby," Clarke breathed, fisting and yanking at the soft tendrils of Lexa's hair, "I'm so close."
The only response she received was a low moan that sent vibrations straight through Clarke's clit, causing her to jerk. The table shrieked and pushed back several inches under the blonde's weight and she squealed again, but didn't pay it too much mind. She was too focused on coming.
Lexa pulled her fingers out completely before simultaneously plunging back in and curling her fingers one last time and grazing her teeth delicately over the bud in her mouth. With a keening moan Clarke muffled by biting down on her own shirt, she came with a flood of heat and unparalleled pleasure.
Her hips jerked involuntarily forward and Lexa grabbed at her ass with her free hand, keeping her mouth where it was. Clarke's thighs clenched and Lexa's fingers were sucked deeper when the blonde's inner walls clamped down tightly around them with a gush of juices.
Lexa lightly flicked her tongue over Clarke's clit while moving her fingers as best as she could with every tremble and clench of ridged inner muscles to bring her girlfriend down from her high. Through a final judder of her hips and a last painful yank at Lexa's hair, Clarke slouched back, pushing the table back another couple of inches.
Clarke untangled her fingers from Lexa's hair, tapping at her shoulder a silent request for her to stand up. Lexa kissed along a glistening inner thigh for a second before standing up slowly, kissing along the exposed expanse of a soft, flawless stomach. She finally got to Clarke's sweat dampened neck and peppered tender kisses on her way up to the younger woman's jaw.
"Mmm," Clarke hummed with satisfaction, sliding her hands up to Lexa's neck, "hey."
"Hey," Lexa grinned at the husk in her tone. Clarke's face was still red and slightly glistening with sweat and her chest rose and fell quickly. Her eyes were still darkened and reminded Lexa of a stormy sea in the middle of hurricane season. She buried her face in the crook of Lexa's neck, holding onto her tightly.
Clarke was a cuddler, Lexa knew and was content to hold her through the insistent throb between her own legs. She was almost certain her underwear were ruined already, but didn't care all that much.
She didn't know how she heard it while being wrapped up in Clarke. Her senses should have been muddled and her brain a scattered mess, but the shuffled of a shoe on the carpet and the rustle of a set of keys drew her attention. Her heart leapt in her chest and she remembered they weren't in the comfort and privacy of Clarke's dorm room, no they were in the middle of the fucking library.
"Shit, Clarke. Put your pants back on, I think I heard someone coming," Lexa tensed and begrudgingly pulled herself out of Clarke's grasp, who in turn, scrambled forward and attempting to pull her pants back up.
It probably would have been comical to watch her hop around and trip over herself if they weren't about to get caught. Clarke managed to scramble to get her pants on while Lexa wiped her hand over her mouth and rub Clarke's residual arousal on the fabric of her jeans.
The blonde was in the process of finding her keys when a security guard turned around the furthest bookcase and glanced at them curiously. The skin where his non-existent eyebrows were was wrinkled and raised while he looked between the two.
"Everything okay back here?"
Lexa's voice caught in her throat and Clarke jumped, yelping with her keys in her hands. The blonde's face was beet red and she stood several feet away from Lexa, her hands held tightly behind her while she rocked on the balls of her feet.
"Um," Lexa finally managed to choke out while rubbing the back of her neck self-consciously, "yeah, cool. We were just heading out." Does it smell like sex? I think it smells like sex.
The security guard glanced between them again before his eyes settled on Clarke's disgruntled outfit. She had managed to somehow get part of her shirt stuck in the waistband of her pants while other parts stuck out, "Are you okay, ma'am?"
Clarke nodded, "Yeah, just a little hot." She fanned her face to further the explanation.
"Alright," the older man murmured, his hands still on his waist. He stared at them again, a wrinkle developing between his eyebrows and he scrunched his nose, "the library is going to be closing pretty soon. Go out and enjoy your Friday night."
He turned away but twisted to look over his shoulder one last time, his eyes dropping to something just below Lexa's face. With a shake of his head and one more disapproving look, he was gone. Lexa let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and let her hands drop to her sides with relief.
"Well that was close," Clarke chuckled breathily.
The nervous tension seemed to dissipate at that and both girls glanced at each other, blue and green automatically meeting out of habit. They glanced over each other's flushed features before breaking down into inevitable laughter. Clarke marveled at the melodious sound escaping her girlfriend, unable to resist the way she managed to make tears of mirth look attractive.
"Babe, you should have seen your face," Lexa got out between giggles as she pointed at her girlfriend, "you were as red as a tomato!"
Clarke gasped, feigning hurt and brought her hand to her chest before laughing again, nearly doubling over it hurt so much, "Me? You looked like you wanted to melt into the floorboards."
Neither of them couldn't stop laughing for several moments afterward. They doubled over and clutched at their aching muscles, their faces hurt but they couldn't stop. The adrenaline and fear that had coursed through them when they'd thought they'd been caught had melted into giddy relief.
But finally, Clarke sobered and dragged Lexa closer by the belt loops of her jeans, "Why don't we go back to my room now?" Her voice had dropped again, back into that sultry, seductive tone Lexa recognized as lets fuck.
Lexa nodded eagerly, "Um, let me just grab my stuff." Her brain was drawn back to the lack of satisfaction she felt between her legs as she scrambled around to stuff her discarded book into her bag. Once she had it, she slung her bag over her shoulder.
Clarke grabbed the table and shifted it back to its original position. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah," Lexa nodded, then frowned, "what was that guy staring at anyway?" her hand rose to her neck, feeling for something.
"Oh," Clarke had the elegance to bite her lip sheepishly, even though it was only withhold a smirk, "I might have left a little," she stepped forward and removed Lexa's hand, placing a kiss on a spot on her neck, "mark on your neck. No big deal."
Lexa blushed and covered it up, even though she felt a sense of pride and a little bit of arousal at the possessive gesture. Clarke just grinned cheekily and looped her arm around her girlfriend's waist, "I cannot wait to get you home."