AN: Happy Sunday, everyone! Next Sunday is Christmas, and I will try to have the next chapter up by then, but I'm just warning you now that I might be a few days late. I will be on vacation this week, and so I might not have as much time to write. Thank you all for reading, and I hope that you enjoy this second-to-last chapter!
After curling her hair to perfection, Lexa went downstairs with Anya to join their friends, who were most likely waiting on them. The members of Arkadia House all wanted to go to the dance together, and Lexa knew that there were probably a few members who were now regretting that they had ever wanted such a thing. Anya had been helping Lexa get ready, and the brunette finally felt satisfied with the way that her hair looked, even if it was just hanging loosely over her right shoulder. She hoped that her housemates were not too upset with her for probably being the last one to join them.
"Hey, guys," Raven greeted when the two of them entered the living room. "Are you finally ready to go?"
"Yes, but it appears that Clarke is still getting dressed," Lexa noticed, not seeing her girlfriend anywhere in the room.
Raven groaned in annoyance. "Oh, I know. She and Octavia have been upstairs for ages. They're taking forever."
Lexa just chuckled, sharing an amused glance with Lincoln. Clearly, neither of them minded that their girlfriends were taking what was obviously a little too long for Raven's liking. Lexa was fine with waiting. She was honestly just excited that she was even getting to go to this dance with Clarke at all. Lexa might not be the best dancer, but that did nothing to dull her enthusiasm, and she knew that her girlfriend wouldn't care either. A night spent together was more than enough for the both of them.
As the brunette looked around the room, she noticed that she and Lincoln, and probably Anya, seemed to be the only ones who were fine with waiting a bit longer before heading over to the dance. Emori was chattering excitedly to Anya, clearly more than ready to go, and Raven looked like she was about ready to storm out the door. Bellamy was trying to calm his girlfriend down a bit, but even he was looking antsy. It was at that moment that Lexa realized that Clarke and Octavia weren't the only ones missing from the group downstairs.
"Where are Jasper and Monty?" she asked. "Are they still getting ready as well?"
"No. They went to Mount Weather because they wanted to pick up Maya and Harper and bring them here," Lincoln explained.
"Yeah. They left like half an hour ago," Raven complained. "They'll be back any minute now, and Clarke and Octavia will never even know they were gone. You and Anya almost didn't know either."
"Well, some of us actually want to look good for our dates," Lexa teased, and Raven stuck out her tongue, cracking a smile.
The girl was about to say something back when she was interrupted by the front door opening, and Maya and Harper wandered in with their boyfriends.
"I guess we get to stare longingly at the Cup now whenever we come to visit you," Harper teased.
"That's right." Monty kissed her cheek. "And we're never giving it back."
"We'll see about that."
Lexa's eyes were drawn away from the conversation by Maya pulling her into a hug. She stiffened at first, but she soon relaxed and returned it, glad that it was not a tight one.
"Are you still doing alright, Lexa?" Maya asked when she pulled away.
"I'm doing great, actually," Lexa informed her. "I'm really excited to be going to the dance."
Maya smiled brightly. "I am, too. It's good to hear that you and Clarke are back together again."
"It feels good to be back with her." Lexa eyed the ground. "I was stupid to ever think letting her go was a good idea in the first place."
"We all make mistakes, Lexa," Maya said, placing a gentle hand on the brunette's arm and drawing green eyes back up to her own. "What happened in the past doesn't matter anymore. It's all about what we do to fix it."
Lexa nodded gratefully. She certainly understood that, after everything that she had been through in her life, and she was glad to hear that the other girl thought that there was still hope for her. She was finally starting to believe that, too. "Thanks, Maya."
Before she could say another word, voices were heard from the hallway, and Lexa was made speechless by the sight of Clarke descending the staircase with Octavia behind her.
"Finally," Raven muttered, following Lexa's gaze, but Lexa almost didn't even hear her.
Even if Lexa had been annoyed with Clarke for taking so long, she would have forgotten all about it the moment that she saw the blonde. Now, she knew exactly why Clarke had insisted on getting ready in Octavia's room today. She had wanted to surprise Lexa. Clarke was wearing a beautiful blue silk gown that really accentuated the color of her eyes, and her hair was styled in an elaborate bun behind her head. Lexa couldn't help but notice how the dress was especially form-fitting in the breast area, and there was an ample amount of cleavage showing.
A shove from Anya brought Lexa to her senses, and she quickly brought her eyes back up to her roommate's face before they could darken past the point of no return. She hurried over to the bottom of the stairs to meet her girlfriend, holding out her arm for Clarke, who gratefully took it as she descended the last few stairs.
"You look beautiful." Lexa didn't even want to know how love-struck she looked right now.
"You look pretty good yourself." Clarke raked her eyes up and down Lexa's body, which was clad in a one-shoulder black satin dress, before bringing them back up to meet Lexa's with a smile.
Lexa was about to lean in for a quick kiss when Indra emerged from the laundry room. "Oh, my goodness. You all look so lovely tonight."
Everyone thanked her, and Indra was quick to say, "Let me go get my camera, and I'll take pictures of everyone."
"Do we have to?" Raven whined.
"Come on, Rae. Don't you want to remember this night forever?" Octavia asked.
Raven rolled her eyes, mumbling something about how they had these dances every semester, but she did not complain anymore. First, Indra took pictures of all of the couples, and Lexa smiled brightly as she posed with Clarke. She wondered how on earth such a beautiful girl could love her, and she knew that she was beyond lucky to be able to call this blond girl hers. She held Clarke tighter and smiled brighter as the camera flashed.
After their couples photos, Indra took one of the whole group and then a silly one, of course. Lexa stuck her tongue out and went cross-eyed, and Clarke held bunny ears behind the brunette's head while wearing a duck face.
When they were finally on their way to the dance, the entire group talked excitedly, and Lexa just clung to Clarke's hand as they walked over to the school gymnasium. They entered the huge space to hear fast-paced music, and once Emori met up with her own boyfriend, the entire group of friends began jumping around excitedly. Lexa was dancing with Clarke at first, but soon everyone was intermingling, and Lexa found herself being spun to so many people that she didn't even know who she was dancing with anymore. The crowd of bodies pressing against Lexa didn't even bother her at all, and she knew that it was because these people had become like siblings to her. She was completely comfortable around all of them, and that was saying something, considering that she hadn't wanted anything to do with any of them at the beginning of the year.
After about an hour had gone by, the group decided to take a break and head over to grab drinks, all of them getting large cups of fruit punch and drinking them dry within seconds. Lexa grabbed a second cup and then walked around the food area, trying to decide on something that she might like to snack on. The first thing that she noticed were buffalo chicken wings, and she thought what an odd food item that was to have at a dance. It wasn't that Lexa didn't like buffalo chicken. She just did not want to get it on her dress, and she knew that someone most likely would by the end of the night.
It turned out that someone got the sauce on their dress a lot sooner than Lexa had anticipated, and that someone was Raven. Lexa turned her head up from the pretzels that she was munching on when she heard the sound of Raven's slightly embarrassed voice. "I accidentally got buffalo sauce on my dress."
Of course, the girl's dress was white, and Lexa just laughed as she grabbed a napkin, running some water from one of the jugs onto it. "Hold still, Raven."
"Do you think you're gonna be able to get it out?" the other girl asked hopefully.
Lexa started scrubbing small circles over the spot near Raven's collarbone, trying her best not to make the stain even larger. "I should be able to get some of it out, but I don't know about all of it. That's more of a job for Indra."
Raven nodded as Lexa continued her work until the spot looked as good as it was going to get. The orange had faded considerably, and Lexa was proud of her work, even though it hadn't come out completely.
"There you go." Lexa backed away and focused her eyes on Raven's. "It's not nearly as noticeable now."
"Thank you, Lexa," Raven said appreciatively. She paused, looking as if she wanted to say more, so Lexa patiently waited for her to gather her thoughts or decide not to say anything else. Raven continued after a few more seconds. "I'm really glad that we became friends this year. You're not nearly as bad as I thought you were."
"You're not so bad yourself," Lexa returned with a small smile.
Before Raven could say anything else, Octavia came over with a plate of chocolate fondue. "You guys should try the chocolate fountain. It tastes amazing."
Raven's eyes sparked with excitement. "Chocolate fountain? Where?"
Octavia pointed in the direction that she had come from. Raven was about to run off towards the fountain when Lexa caught her arm to stop her. "Be careful this time. You don't need a chocolate stain to match the one from the buffalo sauce."
"Yes, Mother." Raven rolled her eyes before her face broke out in a grin. "I promise I'll be extra careful this time."
"She won't," Octavia said as soon as her roommate was out of earshot.
Lexa nodded in agreement. "I'll get another napkin ready."
After a brief stint at the chocolate fountain with Octavia and Raven, (by some miracle, Raven had managed to keep her dress chocolate-free), Lexa headed back out to the dance floor in search of Clarke. She spotted the blonde talking to Bellamy while they danced around a bit, so both Lexa and Raven headed that way as Octavia went off in search of Lincoln. Clarke caught her girlfriend's eye and shot her a sweet smile. "What's up, guys?"
"We were at the chocolate fountain," Raven announced.
"What's that on your dress?" Bellamy asked his girlfriend.
Raven spun around to face Lexa. "I thought you said it wasn't noticeable."
"I said it was less noticeable than it would have been if I had not tried to wipe it off," Lexa corrected her.
Clarke just chuckled. "Why am I not surprised? It was the buffalo chicken wings, wasn't it?"
The opening bars of the first slow song of the night saved Raven from answering as she quickly pulled Bellamy away to dance with her. Lexa extended her hand to Clarke, raising an eyebrow in question. The blonde smiled brightly, but before she could make any move to accept the outstretched hand, Anya cut in. "May I have this dance, Lexa?"
Lexa looked warily at both of the girls in front of her. She honestly didn't mind sharing the dance with Anya, knowing that there would be many more slow songs to come, but Lexa wanted to make sure that Clarke wouldn't be upset that she was spending the song with her best friend instead. Clarke didn't seem to mind at all, waving her off as she went to whisk Octavia right out from underneath Lincoln's nose. Lexa laughed, glad that her girlfriend didn't seem to be disappointed in the slightest. She turned her gaze back to Anya then, focusing on the girl in front of her as she clasped her hand and rested her free hand on the other girl's shoulder.
"Why did you want to dance with me, Anya?" Lexa asked with a mischievous smirk. "Is this your way of telling me that you wish to steal me away from Clarke?"
"Don't you wish?" Anya said smugly. "I have no wish to ever see you naked, Lexa. Believe me. The reason I asked you to dance is so that I could get you away from Clarke. That way, you can do that thing that you wanted to do while she's distracted? Or have you chickened out?"
"Oh." Lexa's eyes widened when she realized that she had almost forgotten, and she was extremely grateful for her best friend right then. "Of course, I haven't chickened out. I almost forgot, that's all."
Anya thumped her on the forehead. "What kind of girlfriend are you?"
Lexa shot her a smirk. "The kind that you wish you had."
"Yeah, right," Anya scoffed.
They danced closer to the DJ station, splitting when they lost sight of Clarke, and Lexa quickly went over to put in her song request. The DJ was very kind, letting her know that that would be the next song, and then Lexa returned to her dance partner. "The song's up next. Thank you for reminding me of that. And for providing the distraction, of course."
"Anytime," Anya told her. "I'm just glad that you've finally gotten your head out of your ass and started treating Clarke right again. That girl is so fucking good for you."
Not long ago, Lexa would've argued that it didn't matter because she wasn't good for the blonde, but now she thought that maybe she could be. She knew that she wasn't always good for Clarke now, but that was why she was so determined to put her shit in the past where it belonged. She was intent on becoming good for Clarke, and she was proud to think that she was well on her way.
"I think that Clarke is the best thing that's ever happened to me, An," Lexa said. "I want to be better for her. Even if I'm hard to deal with every once in a while, I know that Clarke will be patient with me because she cares about me. I mean, Costia loved me, too, but there's just something about Clarke. It's hard for me to explain it." Lexa struggled to find the right words. "She's just…she's special."
"Okay, I may not know Clarke half as well as you do, but I can agree that she's special. That girl loves you, and she's willing to do anything for you. She's a keeper, Lexa. Don't let her go again."
"I won't. I was stupid to ever even think that could possibly be a good idea."
The two of them fell into silence then, enjoying the other's company as the song played on. A few more seconds went by before Lexa spoke again. "I'm going to miss you nest year. I really wish that you never had to leave."
"I do, too, Lexie," Anya said, using a nickname that she hadn't used since freshman year. She continued on, regardless of the surprised green eyes that were now fixed upon her. "But don't worry about it. We still have another semester together. It's not like I'm graduating right away."
"I know," Lexa said softly, "but a semester is not a very long time. What happens after it's over?"
"Most likely, I'll go to Polis University, just like almost everyone else who graduates from this school does. If you decide to go there, too, then we'll only be apart for a year," Anya said simply. "If, for some reason, that doesn't work out, I have also applied to NYU, where I could see you and Clarke anytime you decide to stay at her house. Besides, I will definitely be coming back to this school some to visit Emori, and I suppose I might be able to make some time for you during those visits."
Lexa smiled widely, and she thought, for what felt like the millionth time this week, that she was so grateful that Clarke had brought her to her senses at the beginning of this year. If the blonde had just left her alone, then Lexa would have wasted yet another semester of her limited time with her best friend, and she didn't want that. What she wanted was to make every minute of next semester count, and she also wanted Anya to know how much she meant to her, even if it felt a little sappy. "I love you, Anya."
"Love you, too, kid."
Lexa raised surprised green eyes on her best friend for the second time that night. She had thought that Anya would brush her off and make a joke about it, maybe say something about how Clarke might get jealous if Lexa kept saying stuff like that. However, the older girl said nothing of the sort, and Lexa knew that her best friend was feeling the imminent possibility of their separation as much as she was. Anya was never this open about her feelings.
Lexa rested her head against her best friend's shoulder for the short remainder of the song, wanting to just take a moment and feel close to this girl who was so important to her. She smiled when she felt Anya's head lean against her own.
When the next song started, the moment was broken because Lexa needed to hurry up and find Clarke. She pulled back from her best friend, still wearing that smile on her face, and Anya nudged her off in the direction that they had last seen Clarke. "Go get your girl."
Lexa found Clarke already looking for her, and she quickly grabbed the girl's hand, twirling her around before pulling her body right up against her own. Clarke giggled happily, and Lexa smiled even wider at the sound that she would never tire of hearing. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist then, pulling her impossibly closer, and the blonde gave her a knowing look. "You asked them to play this, didn't you?"
"Maybe," Lexa said, her lips pulling up a little further. Her face turned pink at the fact that Clarke had figured it out so quickly. She supposed it was probably pretty obvious, though.
"Is this becoming our song now?" Clarke asked curiously.
"Only if you want it to."
"I do." Clarke pressed a happy kiss to Lexa's lips, their teeth clashing because of their wide smiles, but neither girl seemed to mind.
The song, of course, was Taylor Swift's "Begin Again," and Lexa could tell that Clarke was as happy as she was that they were getting a chance to dance to it properly, on a dance floor, rather than pressed between a crowd of people at a concert. Lexa reveled in the feeling of Clarke against her, wishing that she could stay in this moment for all of eternity.
At the constant feeling of their chests pressed together, Lexa found it hard not to glance down at her girlfriend's cleavage. When she finally allowed herself to look, thinking that one glance could not do any harm, she found herself pressing kisses to the tops of the other girl's breasts before she could even think to stop herself. Only when she lifted her head and saw Clarke's shocked expression did she realize what she had done. Her entire face flushed red, and her smile fell away.
"I am so sorry, Clarke. I—"
She was cut off by the feeling of the blonde's lips pressing against hers, and she melted into the kiss, forgetting her embarrassment since Clarke clearly was not mad about it. Once Clarke had pulled away, Lexa's eyes fluttered open at the lack of contact to see Clarke looking at her with a smug smirk. "It must be hard on you, having to keep your hands off my boobs, huh?"
Lexa hadn't even thought it was possible for her to blush harder than she had been a few moments ago, but she quickly found that it was. Clarke was right about that. Not being able to touch the blond girl's boobs was torture for Lexa, but she wasn't going to complain about it. Obviously, she shouldn't be touching Clarke there if they were taking things slow. However, she now found it hard to keep her eyes away from the one place that they shouldn't be. She cleared her throat before finally forcing her eyes back up onto Clarke's.
"Maybe one little squeeze would help," Lexa said hoarsely.
"Tonight," Clarke promised. "If you're good."
Lexa let out a laugh as she gripped Clarke tighter. "I will be on my very best behavior, then."
She may have tried to joke a bit, but god, was she serious. She would do anything for just a little squeeze of Clarke's breasts. She had missed them so much in the past few weeks. But she would never touch Clarke without her permission, would never even ask for permission when Clarke had requested to take things slow. She didn't want her girlfriend to feel pressured into doing anything with Lexa before she was ready to. One little squeeze wouldn't hurt, though, would it?
"How was your dance with Anya?" Clarke asked, drawing Lexa's mind back to the present.
"Good. I suppose that you know by now that she asked to dance with me so that I could put in my song request." Clarke nodded, and Lexa continued. "It was still a nice dance, though. I'm going to miss her after next semester. I don't want her to leave, and I don't want you to leave either."
"You still have three more semesters with me." Clarke smiled warmly at the thought. "Even after we graduate, I won't pass up the chance to go to the same college as you. It would be weird for us not to be roommates, and if I think that's weird now, I can't even imagine what it will feel like after we've lived together for three more semesters."
"But what if we don't both get accepted to the school we choose?" Lexa asked. "What if we end up going to different schools anyway?"
"Then, we'll find a way to make it work," Clarke said honestly. "I'm in this for the long run, Lexa, and I'm not going to give you up just because I don't get to see you very often. I love you, and you're stuck with me until you don't want me anymore."
"Then, you are stuck with me as well," Lexa said with a playful grin, "because I will always want you."
The two girls fell silent then as they swayed to the music. Lexa wished that the song would go on forever, but it was already approaching the last refrain. Dancing with Clarke to this song felt so right, and Lexa vowed that she would always request the song at every single dance she went to for the rest of her life, even if Clarke was no longer there to share it with her. She trusted that the blonde had meant it, though, when she had said that she was in this for the long run, so Lexa didn't think that she would ever have to worry about dancing to this song alone.
Lexa began to sing that last refrain to her girlfriend, unable to stop herself. Clearly, Clarke had had the same idea because she opened her mouth at the same time that Lexa did. The two of them danced and sang the song to each other, lost in their own little world, just as they had on that one perfect night.
When Clarke and Lexa entered their room that night, all that the brunette could think about was whether or not her roommate was going to make good on that promise that she had made to her at the dance. It was already midnight (Mr. Kane had extended curfew because of the dance), and Lexa was feeling tired, but she couldn't really bring herself to want to fall asleep. She felt a twinge of sadness that her last night together with her housemates was over, but she pushed it to the back of her mind, knowing that they would all be together next semester. She wanted to just focus on being with Clarke now.
Lexa knew that the two of them should probably start packing their stuff up, as they had to be out of the house by three tomorrow, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All that she wanted was to touch Clarke's breasts, the sight of them in that dress only making her all the more aroused. It had been almost two months since she had last been allowed to touch her favorite part of Clarke's body, and she would be fine with not even having sex, not going any further at all, if she could just—
"Lex, before we do anything else, I got you something, and I want to give it to you." Clarke broke Lexa out of her thoughts, causing green eyes to rise from her chest.
Lexa's cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink. "You didn't have to get me anything."
"I wanted to. I helped Octavia and Raven pick out something for their boyfriends, and I wanted to get something for you. Besides, everyone tells me that it's basically tradition to get your significant other a gift for after the dance, and we're dating, so." Clarke broke off, taking a deep breath. "I'm going to stop rambling now and just give it to you."
Clarke pulled something out from under her bed and handed it to her girlfriend. Lexa looked down at it, tearing off the snowman wrapping paper to reveal a candle from the Yankee Candle store. Peppermint Swirl. Lexa's eyes lit up the moment that she saw it, and she had to stop herself from ripping off the lid and inhaling deep breaths of the scent. She hadn't had a candle since…well, it had been way too long since she had last owned a candle.
She wondered who told Clarke about her love for candles. She supposed that it could have just been a lucky pick, but she suspected that Anya probably had something to do with it. She wished that she could light her new treasure right away, but she knew that the house had a policy against lighting candles, so she supposed that she could wait another day or two. She forced herself to put the candle down on her nightstand and reach into the drawer because she had gotten Clarke a gift, too. She only hoped that her girlfriend would like it.
Clarke tore off the reindeer wrapping paper with ease, her eyes widening in shock when they fell upon the item that was inside. Lexa was silent, waiting for Clarke to respond, but she didn't for several moments. Instead, tears began to fall from Clarke's eyes as she turned them back up to meet Lexa's, looking between the girl in front of her and the item in the box several times. It was the picture frame that Lexa had smashed on Clarke's first day at Polis, painstakingly glued back together, with the picture of the blonde and her father taking up residence again in the center.
"You fixed it?" Blue eyes were shining with more love than Lexa had ever seen in them.
Lexa nodded. "Well, Anya helped me, but it was my idea. That's what we were doing when you were getting ready with Octavia. I was a little afraid that you were going to come in and see us because the glue was taking forever to dry, but you and Octavia took even longer."
Clarke chuckled a bit, but her eyes remained wide. Lexa thought that the blonde liked the gift, but she wanted to be absolutely sure. "Do you like it? I thought about getting you a new one, but I figured that you would probably rather have the exact one that you gave to your dad. I tried to make it perfect, but I know you can still see the cracks. I found an exact replica online, though, so I can order that one, if you want me to."
Lexa's answer came in the form of a searing kiss, Clarke forcing her tongue into the brunette's mouth. Lexa stiffened in surprise for a moment. The two of them hadn't used tongue since the night of the concert. For the past three weeks, they had kept their kisses closed-mouthed and chaste.
Lexa quickly sunk into the kiss and returned it, her heart on fire from the feeling of her tongue exploring Clarke's mouth once again. She thought, with a bit of embarrassment, that she might be about to come from this feeling alone.
Growling, lost in the heat of the moment, Clarke bit down hard on Lexa's bottom lip. A stinging sensation came over the lip, and Lexa let out a strangled sound that was somewhere between a grunt of pain and a moan. Clarke pulled back immediately at the sound of her girlfriend's discomfort, and Lexa was surprised when she saw Clarke licking blood off her teeth.
"I'm sorry," Clarke said sheepishly, handing Lexa a tissue to hold to her lip. "I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just, well, I've wanted to bite on your lip for so long, and I guess I got a bit carried away."
"It's okay," Lexa panted, dabbing at her lip to gather up the blood. She honestly didn't even feel much pain from the area, and all she wanted was for Clarke's lips to be back against her own.
"We should probably put some ice on it," Clarke said with a frown.
Lexa shook her head, tossing the tissue into her wastebasket as she pressed her lips against Clarke's again. Now that they had started, she didn't want to stop. She knew that they were still supposed to be taking things slow, but she was finding it harder and harder to abide by that rule. That was why she almost screamed in frustration when Clarke moved away again. The blonde didn't go far, and Lexa fought to keep herself in check, keeping her lips away from Clarke's when the blonde's forehead settled against hers.
"You were right about the picture frame, Lexa," Clarke murmured. "I do want the original one because it was the one that I gave to my dad, but I want it even more now because you were the one who glued it back together. Every time I look at the photo, I'll be reminded of him, but then I'll see the cracks and think of you."
Lexa hung her head, not seeing how that could possibly be a good thing. "You'll be reminded that I broke it. I'm really sorry I ever did that in the first place."
Clarke was already shaking her head. "No. I'll be reminded that you took the time and put in the effort to glue every piece of it back together." Clarke reached out to cup her girlfriend's cheek, and Lexa slowly let her green eyes wander back up to the blonde's face. "I like the cracks, Lexa. I remember reading once that everything is cracked and that's how the light gets in. We are each other's light, LW. We fill each other's cracks."
Lexa looked up at her roommate with a bit of awe in her eyes when she realized how true that statement was. Whenever either of them broke down or "cracked," the other was always there to pick up the pieces and glue them back together as best they could.
Clarke reached out to grab Lexa's hands, and the brunette smiled when Clarke brought them to hover over her chest. "I believe I owe you something."
Lexa fought the urge to just reach out and squeeze hard. She wanted to make sure that the blonde actually wanted this, too. "Are you sure?"
Clarke nodded, and Lexa could read the truthfulness in her eyes. "Yes. Squeeze. Knead. Anything you want to. You're allowed to touch me."
"Wait, touch you, as in have my way with your chest or have my way with you?" Lexa wondered if she was pushing too far for asking such a thing.
Clarke paused, considering this for a moment before she finally released a breath and answered the question that Lexa was dying to hear the answer to. "We've been taking things slow for long enough now."
Lexa reached out with a smile on her face and grabbed two handfuls of breast, squeezing hard and wanting nothing more than to rip off that beautiful blue dress so that she could take the nipples into her mouth. Not wanting to move too fast, she simply kneaded the breasts with her hands, reveling in the feeling and watching the movement that her hands created. Clarke moaned, and Lexa could tell that she was trying hard to give the brunette as much time with her breasts as she could.
Before she knew it, Lexa was being flipped onto her back, and she whined at having her contact with those beautiful breasts cut off, moaning as they pressed against her own. Lexa didn't complain though, lying out on her back without protest because she was really fine with it by now. She knew that her girlfriend always liked to start out on top. Sometimes, it was hard to get Clarke to lie out on her back at all. Lexa thought that this was probably going to be one of those nights.
Clarke kissed Lexa roughly, Lexa's lip stinging a bit from the bite, but she barely even noticed as their tongues clashed together. Clarke reached underneath Lexa to unzip her dress, and the brunette arched her back, giving her girlfriend easier access. The minute that the zipper was down, Clarke was pushing the dress off of Lexa's shoulders to get access to the brunette's breasts. Lexa made a whining sound that she was not at all proud of when Clarke trailed her tongue along the bit of Lexa's cleavage that she could get at while the other girl was still wearing a bra.
Lexa moaned loudly when she felt her roommate's thigh push in between her legs. She immediately thrusted her hips to rub herself against Clarke, and she did not miss the blonde's smile of satisfaction. The smile was followed by a quick shiver, probably at the feeling of Lexa's wetness against her thigh.
Clarke quickly removed Lexa's bra, pulling a nipple into her mouth and running her tongue roughly over the hardening nub. Lexa picked up her pace, frantically rubbing herself back and forth against her girlfriend's thigh and hoping that she might get off on dry humping alone. Clarke probably picked up on the fact that Lexa's cries were getting louder because she removed her leg from in between Lexa's right before the brunette could climax. Lexa let out a long and pitiful whine.
"Calm down, LW." Clarke chuckled. "I'll take care of you…eventually."
"Clarke, I need this now," Lexa pleaded, more worked up than she thought she had ever been before. Clarke ignored her though, pressing their lips back together to cut off any further protests.
Lexa felt herself near tears. She had been so close to reaching her climax, and she had not had an orgasm in so long. If she weren't so worked up right now, she might have played along and allowed her girlfriend to do whatever it was that she wanted, but Lexa was desperate. She hoped that Clarke would not notice as she snaked her hand down to where she needed it the most.
Lexa growled in frustration when Clarke caught her hand right before it could disappear underneath her dress. Clarke pulled back and simply smirked at the other girl before leaning down to kiss her again, pinning Lexa's wrists above her head. Lexa immediately tensed up at the action, wrenching her hands free as a gut reaction to the firm grip, her heart instantly racing. Her chin and wrists were her most sensitive areas because her stepdad always used to grab her by one or the other before a beating, and she tried her best to calm down as Clarke immediately pulled back to straddle her. Blue eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry, Lexa. I forgot."
"You're fine, Clarke," Lexa assured as her heart rate returned to normal. "I may not like being restrained by my wrists, but if that is something you like, then I can try it on you."
She blushed when her roommate moaned in response, getting the feel that this was something that Clarke would enjoy very much. It surprised her since Clarke was the more dominant one in bed, and it made Lexa feel apologetic that she could not allow the blonde to do it to her. "I'm sorry, Clarke. I didn't mean to disappoint you."
"Hey," Clarke said, looking as if she was going to reach down and grab Lexa's chin to bring the brunette's eyes back to hers. Luckily, she stopped herself, seemingly remembering that Lexa didn't like that either, and she grabbed the brunette's shoulder instead to get her attention. Lexa obliged, bringing her eyes back up to meet Clarke's.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to try something that I like," Clarke assured her. "If it makes you uncomfortable, then that's okay. I promise that you're not disappointing me. I couldn't possibly get joy out of something if I knew that it was torturing you."
Lexa nodded in understanding, wondering for what felt like the millionth time how on earth she had gotten so lucky as to be with Clarke. No one had ever known her this well before, saying exactly what she needed to hear and meaning every word of it.
Clarke held Lexa's gaze for one more second and then she tore the brunette's dress off, pulling her underwear off with it, all in one sweep. Lexa was slightly embarrassed at the way her legs spread open of their own accord. Clarke seemed to be aroused at the sight, though, and she instantly dove down to eat Lexa out. The brunette almost screamed when Clarke stopped inches from where she needed her and decided to blow on her hot sex instead.
"Clarke," Lexa whined, grabbing a fistful of blond hair and trying to shove her girlfriend's face against her.
"Uh, uh, uh," Clarke teased, resisting Lexa's push. "You have to say the magic word."
Lexa was too desperate to even argue this time. She needed to get off sooner rather than later. "Fucking please."
"Fucking please?" Clarke repeated in mock confusion. "I am not familiar with that term."
"Please fuck me, Clarke," Lexa whimpered.
"That a girl."
Lexa didn't even have time to be embarrassed by her behavior before Clarke's tongue was thrusting in and out of her. The brunette turned into a moaning mess as she writhed beneath her girlfriend, feeling as if moans might be the only sound that would ever leave her lips again. She began thrusting her hips in rhythm with Clarke's tongue, and it only took her a few seconds more to reach her climax. She screamed Clarke's name so loud that she was sure everyone on her floor could have heard her. She could only hope that they were all too busy with their own significant others to notice.
Clarke didn't stop once Lexa's body stilled, keeping up her thrusts to drive the brunette to another orgasm. Lexa involuntarily resumed her own thrusting in response to the other girl's motions. She briefly wondered how Clarke's tongue wasn't feeling stiff by now, but she supposed that she had come pretty quickly the first time. She came even faster the second. When Clarke's tongue didn't stop after orgasm number two, Lexa grabbed her by the hair and tugged her face away.
"Clarke, please stop it," she cried. "I can't take it anymore."
The blonde complied, lapping her tongue up Lexa's sensitive slit once more to collect any remaining juices before pulling away completely. She moved up to lie on top of Lexa again as the brunette rested for a moment, peppering kisses all over her roommate's face.
Once Lexa finally got her breathing under control, she tried to roll Clarke over, but the blonde resisted, putting her hands down on either side of Lexa's head to brace herself. Lexa looked up at her curiously, although she already knew what was coming next.
"I want to stay on top."
"But I want to play with your breasts," Lexa whined. "I want you underneath me."
Clarke contemplated this for a moment before sighing and rolling onto her back. "Fine, but my dress stays on."
Lexa looked at her in slight disbelief, but the blonde only winked at her, and Lexa supposed that this was her punishment for forcing Clarke to be on the bottom. Lexa just shrugged then, willing to accept it if she got her way. She rolled onto Clarke and pulled the blonde's dress down a bit, making quick work of disposing of the girl's bra so that she could get her mouth on those delicious nipples. Lexa was rough, leaving small bites around the smooth flesh of Clarke's soft mounds, pulling and pinching at the nipples with her fingers. After fifteen or twenty heavenly minutes, Clarke pulled Lexa back by her hair, forcing green eyes onto blue. Lexa was surprised when she wasn't bothered at all by the yanking grip, even though she thought that probably had something to do with what had previously been in her mouth.
"Lexa, enough with the breasts," Clarke pleaded. "They will still be there after I have had at least one orgasm."
"You do not like it when I play with your breasts?" Lexa teased.
"Not as much as you do," Clarke shot back. "I haven't had an orgasm in months either. I'm probably as desperate as you were. Well, maybe not that desperate."
Lexa decided to ignore the jibe. "Maybe I will give you three orgasms in a row."
Clarke visibly grimaced at the thought, but she did not argue, seemingly willing to let her girlfriend do what she wanted. Remembering their conversation from earlier, Lexa pulled Clarke's wrists above her head and pinned them there with one hand. Clarke began to struggle, but Lexa held her tightly, clearly proving to be stronger than her girlfriend when the other girl could not get free. Lexa trailed her other hand down her roommate's body, dipping it under her dress and bringing her lips to Clarke's ear to whisper in it. "Safe word is rainbow, okay? Say that, and I'll let go."
The blonde laughed at Lexa's choice of safe word, but the laugh died in her throat when Lexa winked at her before dropping her mouth back down to an irresistible breast. Before her girlfriend could complain, Lexa dipped her hand beneath the waistband of Clarke's underwear and thrust her fingers into the blonde's soft folds. She didn't even take the time to tease, wanting to keep her roommate pleased so that she could be pleased as well. Clarke started to struggle harder against Lexa's grip, clearly wanting to tangle her fingers in brown hair, but no safe word was spoken, so no hands were released. Lexa kept up her pace as she drove her girlfriend up to her climax. She considered pulling out of Clarke right before she could reach her high, to tease her, but she decided not to, wanting to give the other girl consecutive orgasms like the blonde had done to her.
Lexa was surprised when she was actually able to go through with her three-orgasm threat without any complaints from the blonde, although she could see that her roommate was practically crying by the third one. Once Clarke's body had finally stopped shaking for the third time, Lexa pulled her fingers out from the blonde's underwear and sucked them clean, feeling mighty pleased with herself. Lexa curled into Clarke's side to go to sleep, but it seemed that her girlfriend had other ideas. Clarke rolled on top of Lexa again, and the brunette gulped at the devilish smirk on her roommate's face. She shuddered in anticipation, wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into.