AN: Since last chapter was such a heavy one, this chapter is a more lighthearted one for you guys. Enjoy!
That afternoon, Clarke got home from school to find Lexa already there, as usual. This time, Clarke was extra late though, as she had been talking with one of her teachers about a project, rather than just goofing off with Octavia and Raven. Lexa had already changed out of her uniform and into more comfortable clothes and was now presumably working on some homework on her laptop.
Lexa looked up from what she was doing the minute that Clarke walked in, and the brunette shot her roommate a small smile, almost as if she was unsure of how to act around the other girl now that the blonde knew about her past. Clarke knew that this was her chance to prove to Lexa that she wasn't going to act any differently, but she wanted to make sure that the other girl was okay first.
"How are you doing, Lexa?" she asked.
"Fine. I'm really glad that I finally told you all that stuff though. It was nice to let you in," Lexa said.
"It's nice to know that you can trust me enough to tell me," Clarke said truthfully.
Lexa looked up at Clarke with a conflicted look, and the blonde just nodded at her, trying to encourage her roommate to go on with what it was that she so clearly wanted to say. "As am I. I just want you to know, though, that my childhood is a thing of the past, Clarke, and I don't want you to treat me any differently because of it."
"Of course." Clarke took Lexa's hands in her own. "Have I ever treated you any differently before?"
Lexa smiled and shook her head. Clarke couldn't help but lean down and capture her girlfriend's lips in her own, biting gently on the bottom one that she loved so much, and Lexa returned the kiss, deepening it. After a few more seconds, Lexa tried to pull Clarke down to sit in her lap, but the blonde pulled away, feeling extremely hot in her sweater.
Clarke did not miss the confused frown that Lexa was wearing upon her face, and the blonde lightly pinched her roommate's cheeks. "No frowning. I'm just taking off my sweater because I'm hot."
Lexa smirked in Clarke's direction. "That you are."
Clarke stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend, and then she lifted the sweater up and over her head, tossing it into her laundry basket. She knew that Lexa realized instantly why it was that she had been wearing it because the second it was off, the brunette's eyes were drawn like magnets to Clarke's chest. The blond girl looked down at her own chest and winced when she saw how her breasts were straining against the material.
She immediately brought her eyes back up to Lexa's to explain, and she was sure that her face was the deepest possible shade of scarlet. "So I borrowed your shirt this morning because I forgot to bring my laundry downstairs last night, and I was going to tell you, but you were in the shower, and then I forgot later." Clarke took a deep breath, trying to stop herself from rambling any further. "I'm sorry that I'm, you know, stretching it out."
"That's fine. It looks nice," Lexa said absentmindedly, staring at Clarke's chest with hungry green eyes.
Clarke rolled her eyes at her roommate. "My eyes are up here, Lexa."
Lexa didn't say a word in response, but she did raise her eyes up to meet Clarke's. The blonde had to stop herself from shuddering when she saw that Lexa's eyes were almost black with desire. Lexa reached out and pulled Clarke onto her lap, and this time, the blond girl didn't try to stop her. Lexa collided her mouth with Clarke's in a heated frenzy and immediately began unbuttoning the blonde's shirt. Or rather Lexa's shirt that Clarke was borrowing. Clarke felt wetness already beginning to pool between her legs at how worked up her girlfriend had already become, and she tried not to blush when the buttons of the shirt sprang open almost of their own accord. Soon, the shirt was being discarded, and Clarke could not stop herself from bringing Lexa's shirt up and over her head as well. The blond girl moaned as she brought their bra-clad breasts together. She surged forward to suck hard on the brunette's pulse point, and she smiled in delight at the sound of the brunette's responding moan. Lexa's fingers immediately went to Clarke's bra clasp, fumbling around a bit due to Clarke's work on her neck before finally freeing the breasts that she wanted so badly to see.
The minute Clarke's bra was gone, Lexa growled hungrily and grabbed one of the blonde's nipples in her mouth, roughly kneading the other one with her hand, and Clarke couldn't hold back her moans at this new side of her girlfriend. While Lexa was usually gentle, it certainly riled Clarke up to see her girlfriend get rough with her. She tangled her fingers in Lexa's brunette locks, pushing her roommate's head further against her. Lexa's hand slowly began to creep lower, and Clarke was surprised, knowing that her roommate normally liked to take her time in the breast area. She couldn't say that she was opposed to getting off quickly this time though, now that they were both so aroused. Lexa's fingers were just about to dip below the waistband of Clarke's pants when they heard a voice behind them, causing them to spring apart.
But not soon enough.
"Clarke, you'll never believe—" Raven broke off at the sight in front of her, and Clarke turned to see both Raven and Octavia standing in the doorway, looking at the two girls with mouths dropped open in shock.
Lexa immediately moved in front of Clarke to block her from their friends' views since she still had a bra on, and Clarke was completely bare-chested. Clarke flushed in embarrassment as she grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to her chest, and she had to admit that this hadn't been how she had imagined telling her friends about her relationship with Lexa. She kind of wanted them to get out now, like she imagined any normal people would probably do, but not Octavia and Raven. They just continued to stand, gawking, in the doorway. Clarke put her hand on Lexa's shoulder, hoping that Octavia and Raven weren't making her roommate too uncomfortable with their blatant staring when she was wearing so little clothing.
Clarke was two seconds away from telling them both to get the hell out when Raven finally found her voice. "What is going on, Clarke? You and…her? You're together? Is she forcing you to do this?"
Clarke instantly jumped to Lexa's defense, wondering why it was so hard for her friends to stomach the idea of she and Lexa being a couple. "God, no. No one is forcing anyone to do anything."
"So you guys are really together then?" Octavia asked.
"Yes. I'm in love with Lexa, and she's in love with me." Clarke's gaze never left that of her friends as she said this, wanting them to see how serious she was about this.
"When were you going to tell us?" Raven asked.
Clarke noticed that the brunette still looked a bit angry, and she wondered whether it was because she was with Lexa or because she hadn't told Raven about it yet. The blonde thought that maybe it was a mixture of both. While Raven seemed to be coming around to the idea of actually being friends with Lexa lately, it was clear that she wasn't completely warmed up to the other girl just yet. Clarke understood that, but she didn't need Raven to trust Lexa. She just needed her friend to trust her.
"I swear we were going to tell you tonight at dinner."
"How long has this been going on?" Octavia questioned.
Clarke groaned at the fact that Octavia and Raven were just going to stay in the room, as if all of them were fully clothed, asking a stream of questions that seemed to be endless. "Listen, we will answer all of your questions at dinner when we won't have to repeat everything, but seriously, guys, get out! We are sitting here half-naked, and you're just going on as if this is completely normal? It's weird, and you don't need to see the sight of the two of us without shirts on for any longer."
The blonde could tell that her roommate was uncomfortable with being shirtless in front of Octavia and Raven because of the fact that she hadn't said a word to anyone since they had walked in. It warmed Clarke's heart that, no matter how uncomfortable it was making Lexa feel, the brunette still refused to move out from in front of Clarke, even though the blonde was technically less exposed than Lexa was, now that she had pulled the sheets up to cover herself.
"Fine, but you better talk," Raven told her.
Clarke nodded. "Of course."
When they left the room, the door clicking shut behind them, Clarke breathed out a sigh of relief and let the sheets fall from her chest. It seemed that the mood had been killed now by their doofus housemates because Lexa immediately got up to pull her shirt back over her head. Clarke grabbed her bra and slipped it back on before walking over to her wardrobe to find something comfortable to wear. Clarke changed out of her uniform skirt and into a pair of jeans and then she reached for a suitable shirt to wear.
"No," Lexa whined from behind her. "Put the tight shirt back on."
Clarke rolled her eyes at her girlfriend. "Lex, that shirt wasn't tight. It didn't even fit at all. Besides, I don't want to stretch it out more than I already did."
"Please, Clarke, please." Lexa looked up at her roommate with big puppy dog eyes.
"Lexa, it's going to be dinnertime soon, and I am not wearing that shirt down to dinner. I don't want everybody ogling my breasts the whole time, and you probably don't want that either." Lexa looked disappointed, and Clarke had to resist the urge to roll her eyes again before giving in. "But since you're clearly pretty horny today, I'll put it back on later, so you can rip it off again." Clarke shot a wink at Lexa. "Deal?"
Lexa swallowed thickly at the thought, and Clarke smirked when she noticed that the brunette's eyes were already darkening again. She went to grab her laundry basket to bring it downstairs, wanting to get it done before she forgot again. She added an extra sway to her step as she sauntered out of the room, hoping to drive her girlfriend crazy as she left her all alone.
When it was finally time for dinner, Clarke could tell that Lexa was nervous by the way the brunette grabbed her hand and refused to let go as they descended the staircase. Clarke knew that it didn't matter if they held hands now though because they were just going to tell everyone about their relationship anyway. Clarke suspected that Octavia and Raven probably already had, knowing them. These suspicions were confirmed when the two girls walked into the dining room, and everyone immediately cheered, congratulating them on their newfound relationship. Jasper and Monty even went as far as to do wolf whistles.
When Clarke and Lexa had taken their seats around the table, Emori was the first to speak up. "So I heard that Octavia and Raven walked in on you guys earlier when you were both topless."
"They weren't just topless. Clarke's breast was in Lexa's mouth," Raven announced to everyone at the table, and Clarke wished that she could just disappear, suddenly wondering why she had ever thought that it would be a good idea to come down here tonight in the first place. She looked over to see Lexa blushing profusely, and she was sure that her girlfriend's blush was matched on her own cheeks.
"Guys, seriously, cut it out," Clarke scolded the people at the table.
Octavia chose to ignore Clarke's wishes. "You know, I did think that I heard someone moaning last night, but I didn't really think anything of it. I thought it was just someone watching porn."
Clarke closed her eyes in utter embarrassment, wishing that there was some way that she could get her friends to stop talking. She sighed before opening her eyes again. "If you guys are going to keep making comments like that, we're going back upstairs."
"You wouldn't want to miss tonight," Raven argued. "Indra made tacos."
"You finally got her to make tacos?" Clarke raised an eyebrow at the brunette, knowing that this was something her friend had wanted for over a week now.
Raven smiled proudly. "After two weeks of pleading. I know that she loves to make home-cooked meals, but I finally got her to cave and buy taco mix from the store for me. That's what I was coming to tell you when I walked in on, you know."
Clarke rolled her eyes at her friend, but she decided to let the comment slide. The room devolved into silence as Clarke began to prepare herself a taco, and she shifted nervously in her seat because she could feel everyone's eyes on her. She knew they would speak up sooner or later, so she decided to just ignore them for now. As she bit into the crunchy shell of the taco, she felt Lexa's hand squeeze her knee under the table, and she instantly picked up on the brunette girl's discomfort.
She finally brought her gaze up to meet everyone else's with a slightly annoyed glare. "If you have questions, we'll answer them, but please stop staring and ask."
A moment of silence followed, and Clarke was relieved when it was broken by Lincoln. "How long have you two been together?"
"Around two weeks," Clarke answered honestly.
Raven shot her a look of betrayal. "And you didn't tell us until now?"
Clarke sighed in exasperation. She should have known that her friends would act like this. "Lexa didn't want anyone to know, and I agreed that we could keep it a secret. I wasn't going to force her to tell everyone when she wasn't ready to just because you feel like you needed to know, Raven."
Raven scoffed at Clarke and was about to respond when Octavia jumped in with a question. "May I ask why you didn't want anyone to know, Lexa?"
Lexa swallowed nervously and then nodded. "You may. It's because I didn't want people to know that I was moving on from Costia because I was afraid that you guys would expect me to be perfectly fine now that I'm giving Clarke a chance."
"I helped you with this, didn't I?" Anya asked from her place at the other end of the table. "When I was in your room last week, I told you that people wouldn't expect you to be the same person you were before you lost Costia if you started being friends with Clarke and the rest of the house."
"Little did you know, I would soon be banging Clarke," Lexa said boldly with a wink, evoking a chorus of surprise and approval from the table around her.
Clarke knew that she was blushing, and she felt utterly betrayed that Lexa was joking about their sex life now when only minutes ago, their friends discussing it had made her squirm. Clarke cleared her throat. "Any more questions?"
"How in the world did this happen?" Bellamy asked.
The rest of the table nodded their heads in agreement, and Clarke could see that this was a question that was on everyone's mind. When she thought about it, she supposed she could see where her housemates were coming from, since she and Lexa had hated each other at first, but she didn't think it was that bizarre for the two of them to come together.
Clarke took control of the answer. "Okay, so I know that Lexa and I started out hating each other's guts, but when she started opening up to me, we started to grow closer. You guys know that. The more we spent time together, the more our feelings developed. When we were playing kickball a few weeks ago, I kissed Lexa on the cheek after she scored a home run, and then she started to avoid me for reasons that she should probably explain."
Clarke turned her expectant gaze on Lexa, spurring the brunette to action, and she took it in stride. "So the reason that I started avoiding Clarke was because I knew that I returned her feelings, and I felt like I would be betraying Costia by starting a relationship with her. When Costia died, I vowed that I would never give myself to anyone ever again because I thought that love only ever hurts you in the end, but Clarke helped to remind me that love is beautiful. When Clarke found me up in the attic, thanks to Anya," Lexa shot a pointed look in her best friend's direction, "we argued about it, and she got me to see that Costia wouldn't want me to stay hung up on her forever. So Clarke and I made out, and we've been dating ever since."
Realization dawned on Octavia's face at Lexa's words. "When Raven and I joined you guys at Jaha's last weekend, you weren't just hanging out. That was a date, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Clarke admitted.
Octavia's lips curled down in a frown. "I'm really sorry about butting in like that."
"It's okay," Lexa assured her. "There was no way you could have known. Besides, we didn't mind. Well, apart from the fact that we both wanted to get back and have sex."
"Lexa," Clarke scolded, and the brunette just laughed, leaning over to kiss her girlfriend's cheek in apology.
"Well, that's really great, guys," Jasper said. "I'm glad to see you giving relationships another go, Lexa."
"I agree. I think you guys make a very cute couple," Monty added.
"It's nice to see that you're finally moving on," Anya said, and Clarke didn't think she had ever seen the other girl look so serious about anything.
Lexa smiled at her friend and nodded in appreciation, and Clarke was happy to see that Anya still cared about Lexa so much. Perhaps it was because Anya knew that there was more to Lexa's story than just losing Costia, but Clarke didn't think so. The fact that Anya knew about Lexa's past already proved to Clarke that there had been a special bond between the two best friends in the first place. Clarke was glad that Anya had not been put off by Lexa's behavior and was sticking around for the brunette, and she could see that the older girl was a great friend to Lexa.
As Clarke looked around at the people that were gathered at the table, she was relieved to see that there was no more resentment towards the girl who had pushed everyone away for so long. Most of the people here simply seemed to have missed the brunette in her time that she had spent holed up in her room. Clarke was not surprised by this though. She imagined that Lexa would be an easy person to miss.
"One more question," Raven said, and Clarke could tell by the mischievous look on her friend's face that the blonde was not going to like whatever she was going to ask.
Clarke decided to allow it anyway, steeling herself to accept whatever ridiculous question Raven was about to throw her way. "Yes, Raven?"
"What me and O walked in on earlier. Was it or was it not because of the shirt?"
Clarke was immediately overcome with an extreme embarrassment at Raven's question, especially because the other girl was exactly right, and she gasped in outrage, throwing a bit of meat from the taco fixings at her friend. She refused to answer the question, instead choosing to bury her face in Lexa's chest to hide her growing blush. She did not miss it though as Lexa nodded her head in answer to Raven's question, and everyone around the table laughed. Clarke burrowed deeper into Lexa's chest due to the newfound embarrassment that sprung up at the realization that Raven and Octavia had clearly told everyone sitting around the table about the shirt predicament. Clarke wished that she could just sink to the floor and crawl back to her room or spontaneously combust on the spot or something. Anything to escape this feeling of mortification.
Lexa seemed to be pretty at ease with everyone at the table, and Clarke was surprised that Lexa so easily discussed their sex life without feeling embarrassed. She had thought that her girlfriend would be just as shy about it as she was, but she was clearly wrong. She was glad though that Lexa had seemed to recover her incredibly happy mood that she had had earlier in the day before she had told Clarke about her tragic past.
The blonde recovered from her embarrassment a bit when Lexa looped an arm around her and began running her hand up and down her roommate's back. Clarke was soothed by the motion, and suddenly, she found that she didn't want to be anywhere other than where she already was. She couldn't help but smile when she heard Octavia and Raven already planning a triple date for them and their significant others, and Clarke had to admit that it sounded like a really fun idea. She lifted her head from her girlfriend's chest just in time to see Lexa flash a grin at Anya. "So, An. How does it feel to be the only single one at this table?"
Anya playfully rolled her eyes and shrugged. "I'll manage."
Later that night, Clarke and Lexa slipped into their bedclothes, even though lately, they had just been tearing these clothes right back off shortly after having put them on. Clarke pulled on her sleep shorts, but she didn't even bother putting on the loose T-shirt that she normally slept in, knowing that Lexa wanted her to wear what the brunette had referred to earlier as "the tight shirt." Clarke had barely even slid her arms through the sleeves when Lexa's hungry gaze was already drawn to her, and the blonde started to doubt that they had enough self-control to be getting changed in the same room.
Lexa reached out to still Clarke's hands before they could even touch the buttons of the shirt. "May I?"
Clarke nodded shyly, and Lexa began popping the buttons into place. Or more like button. She got the top button in fine, but when she moved to the next button, no matter how hard she tried to pull the two sides of the shirt together, she couldn't get them to meet long enough to pull the button through. Clarke's cheeks flushed in mild embarrassment.
Lexa huffed in slight frustration, letting go of the two sides of the shirt that refused to meet. "I'm sorry, Clarke. I can't do it. Your chest is just so…big. I'm not complaining though. I mean, I love your breasts. I just have no idea how you fit yourself into that shirt this morning."
"Easy," Clarke said. "Well, not completely easy, but not as hard as you make it out to be. You just have to press them down. Move them around a bit."
"I didn't want to hurt you," Lexa admitted, and Clarke waved her off, indicating that she was just being silly.
"You didn't have that concern when you were being so rough earlier," Clarke said with a smirk, which only grew when Lexa looked away with a blush.
Clarke then brought the two ends of the fabric together and buttoned the area over her breasts with only slight difficulty, having already figured out the way to maneuver them to get it to work this morning. After that was done, she buttoned the area covering her stomach with ease.
"Ta-da." Clarke spun around in a circle to show off her work to Lexa.
The buttons over her chest were straining in their holes, but they held fast, a fact that Clarke was glad for. She knew that she would die of embarrassment if any of the buttons popped off of the shirt. Lexa's eyes immediately fell to Clarke's chest, drinking in the sight that she had clearly been waiting for hours to see again. The blonde was slightly pleased that she had such an effect on her girlfriend, and she decided that she wanted to mess with the brunette for a little bit longer before she gave her what she wanted.
"Lexa, you're not allowed to look at them yet," Clarke scolded. "Not until I give you permission."
"Clarke, I am your girlfriend. Those boobs are mine," Lexa growled possessively, and that sound shot arousal straight to Clarke's core.
Clarke made a show of looking down at her chest before bringing her eyes back up to meet Lexa's. "Oh, really? It looks like they are attached to me, not you, which would make them mine. These are yours." Clarke smirked mischievously as she reached out to grope Lexa's breasts, and the brunette could not hold back a moan. Lexa immediately reciprocated by reaching out to squeeze Clarke's breasts, which elicited a moan from the blonde as well. It took all of Clarke's willpower to pull back, as she wanted to tease her girlfriend some more.
"Sorry. I'm feeling really tired right now." Clarke yawned to prove her point. "Maybe we should just go to bed tonight."
Clarke wandered over to Lexa's bed and lied down on her back, looking up at Lexa to gauge her reaction. The brunette looked uncertain if her roommate was being serious or not, and so, Clarke shot the other girl a look that said that she was most definitely not going to sleep. When Lexa didn't move to join her, Clarke brought her hands up to knead her own breasts, trying not to make a sound as she kept her eyes on Lexa's. She watched as her roommate's eyes went black with desire, just like they had earlier, and Clarke could feel the wetness pool between her thighs when Lexa growled.
Lexa was on top of her girlfriend in an instant, pulling Clarke's hands roughly away and replacing them with her own. Lexa crashed their lips together, and she had the blonde's shirt off in record time. Clarke was surprised that Lexa didn't tear off a single button with how fast she was moving. Soon, Clarke's bra was being unclasped and tossed aside, and then Lexa's mouth was on Clarke's nipple, sucking roughly while her hand kneaded the other. Clarke pulled at Lexa's hair, delighted at the sensations that were rippling through her body at the feel of her girlfriend's actions. Lexa spent an excruciatingly long time playing with Clarke's breasts tonight, but the blonde didn't complain, knowing that her roommate was still worked up from when they had been interrupted earlier.
When Lexa finally moved lower on the blonde, she removed Clarke's pants and underwear at the same time. Soon, Clarke was lying completely naked underneath Lexa, and she supposed that she should probably be embarrassed by how wet the other girl found her, but for what felt like the first time that day, she actually wasn't.
Lexa turned teasing green eyes up to meet Clarke's. "You're a little worked up, aren't you?"
"That's what happens when someone spends twenty minutes playing with your breasts," Clarke shot back, not even fazed in the slightest by Lexa's teasing.
"Well, I suppose since you were so patient with me and allowed me to have my way with you, I should not tease you any further." Lexa did not even give Clarke a chance to respond before dipping her tongue inside the blonde, and Clarke moaned at the feeling. She gripped the sheets as Lexa's tongue thrusted in and out of her, and Clarke felt her back arch up off the bed, completely lost in the intense pleasure that Lexa was giving her tonight. As Clarke's moans grew louder, Lexa removed her tongue and entered Clarke immediately with three fingers instead, moving up to swallow Clarke's moans with a kiss. Clarke squealed in delight when she tasted herself on Lexa's tongue, fisting her fingers into brunette hair to pull her girlfriend impossibly closer.
When Clarke finally fell over the edge, she screamed Lexa's name louder than she ever had before, her body overstimulated due to all of the foreplay, and she was suddenly glad that Lexa's mouth was there to muffle it, especially since Octavia had commented at dinner about having heard one of them moan last night. Lexa's fingers remained in Clarke's body to help her ride out her orgasm, and when Clarke finally came down from her high, she watched as Lexa removed her fingers and sucked them clean.
Clarke curled into Lexa's side to rest for a moment as her breathing returned to normal. "I may need to rest for a few minutes after that one. Then, I'll try my best to give you as good of an orgasm as you just gave me."
Lexa smiled and pressed a light kiss to the top of her roommate's blond head. "We have all night, Clarke. Take all the time you need."