A/N Hi everyone. Sorry I was hoping to get this out to you last night but my eyes couldn't function and I had a small writers block. I am not 100% in love with this chapter it ended up being a 50/50 but it should still have a great set up for the next one. I have today and the whole weekend off so I should get another chapter out real soon. Please review tell me what you think or if you have any suggestions. I'm open to ideas. Have a wonderful weekend. =)
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Lexa stood watching her words affect the blonde. She was thankful she wasn't the only one thrown off by just a voice. Clarke didn't stiffen it almost looked like she relaxed. Watching her turn around blue eyes meeting green Lexa could feel the heat rise in her body.
"What are you doing here?" Clarke spoke trying to hold back the shock in her voice.
"Here." Lexa lifted her hands. "Well you see we make donations to the university and I just thought I would stop by and check things out." Lexa smirked at Clarke knowing damn well it was an excuse.
"Reaaallyyy" Clarke drew out her words. "You just randomly found your way into the art studio and all the way back her in the pottery section." Clarke lifted her eyebrow at the brunette.
Lexa took her time to glance around the room now diverting Clarke's glare. There was sculptors, pots, vases, and even piggy banks everywhere around the room. Some were painted and some were not. Seeing where the blonde was standing it looked like she had been painting a pot sitting on the table. It was in a few different shades of green. For a pot it was gorgeous the way she had blended the colors across the pot in circles and grooves.
"Interesting" Lexa stepped farther into the room pointing to the pot she had been painting. "Is green your favorite color?" Lexa looked back up to meet the blondes eyes.
Clarke had been watching Lexa slowly step into the pottery room. She didn't realize how small the room actually was till it was just her and Lexa standing in it. She could see the confidence flow off the brunette it was starting to invade her senses. Hearing Lexa speak she looked up staring right into her green emerald eyes. She had seen them be a lighter green before but now they were dark and deep. Looking at the pot she now realized why she had went with green. It was because of Lexa's eyes.
"Umm no it isn't. I just uhhh …. picked a color and went with it." Clarke refused to admit the real reason.
Now that Lexa was closer she scanned Clarke's body. She was standing next to a pottery wheel. To the looks of it she wasn't doing so well. Her tank top and arms were spotted with clay it was even on her face and in her hair. You could visibly see hand prints down her jeans where she seemed to have been wiping her hands off with them. Slowly bringing her eyes back up to meet the blondes. They were a deep blue now and her face seemed to be flushed like she was frustrated.
Clarke watched as Lexa fit her eyes to every curve of her body. She could feel the blush come to face before she knew it. She watched the girl linger on her thighs, hips, mid section before connecting their eyes back together. The girl was seriously checking her out with her watching as she did so. No shame at all Clarke thought being thankful she works out on a regular bases.
"Did you know it's not smart to sit in a small room by yourself. Anyone could just walk up on you." Lexa finally spoke causing Clarke to jump this time. Taking a few steps closer she watched as Clarke stepped back one bumping the pottery wheel. Lexa couldn't help but love seeing Clarke caught off guard.
"I like to work alone." Clarke tried to find something to say. She was too consumed by watching Lexa step closer to her. The girl was wearing baggy shorts that obviously hung right on her hips with a tank top that Clarke imagined would ride up a little with movement and her hair was braided back into one solid braid.. She didn't look like professional Lexa today. She finally looked relaxed but it was the shine in her eyes that had Clarke almost holding her breathe.
"Did you know you're doing that wrong." Lexa leaned forward tapping on the clay wheel next to Clarke making sure to put herself directly into Clarke's personal space. They were almost touching now and she could see the blondes eyes flutter shut just a little.
Clarke watched Lexa slowly stepped towards her. She knew she would have to see the girl again but she didn't expect it to be so soon or anything like this. She was standing in her comfort zone all walls down. The art studio is where she felt at home and now the girl she might have been crushing on was standing in it but not only in it but inches away from her.
"Oh so are you telling me you know how to use one of these?" Clarke gestured towards the wheel trying her hardest to pull some confidence together and not retreat.
"Clarke I am great with my hands." Lexa pushed watching Clarke take a deep breath. She knew she was slowly getting to the blonde.
Clarke was holding her breath just a little cursing herself for being caught alone. She knew she flirted her ass off last night pushing every button she could and she knew right now was payback.
"I could show you if you'd like." Lexa smirked continue to talk and just watch the blondes reaction.
"What makes you think I want that?" Clarke said without even looking at Lexa.
"Well from the looks of it." Lexa lifted her hand to smear some of the clay marks left over on Clarke's arm making sure she drew the line slowly. "You could use someone with experience." Lexa watched as the blonde shivered mentally telling herself Lexa - 1 Clarke - 0
Clarke knew she was losing this game already. She was overwhelmed by everything Lexa. Feeling the burn on her skin where Lexa's finger once was made her yearn to feel more of the girl. She needed to find a way out.
"Please be my guest. Show me how it's done." Clarke tried to turn and back away from the wheel hoping this would cause some room between them so she could calm down but she realized behind her was the table and that might not be a smart idea. .
"Are you sure, I mean I don't want to show you up." Lexa smiled looking for a chair or stool of some type to place behind the station. She knew Clarke had no idea what she was in for. She pretty much fell right into her plan and even though this was payback she was going to enjoy every second of it.
Grabbing a chunk of clay Lexa put it on the board next to the wheel. Double checking she had everything she needs she turned to Clarke who seemed to be lost in thought but with a small smile on her face. She had felt Clarke's eyes on her the whole time she was getting things ready but seeing the trance she couldn't help but pat herself on the back.
"Come here." Lexa waved Clarke over watching the confusion pop up in her eyes.
"Seriously Clarke come here." Lexa walked towards her grabbing her hand causing both of them to pause with the contact. It was like electrical heat sparking between the two of them. Lexa could see Clarke's eyes darken again. Pulling her weight she forced Clarke to walk with her over to the stool making her sit. She ran her hands down the back of the blondes shoulders and down the side of her arms stopping on her hands feeling her shiver.
"Were going knead the clay. We want to make sure we get all the bubbles and air pockets out of it." she heard Lexa say. Her hands were on her shoulders then arms she could feel the heat run down her body. She bit her lip making sure not to make any noises. She had never worked with clay before and she had no idea what she was doing but some how of all people Lexa seemed to be an expert at it.
"Like this…" she heard Lexa say when Clarke had hardly moved. Feeling Lexa's strong hands grip over hers pushing it into the clay she started to follow the same motion Lexa was pushing her hands to do. It was different but Clarke was starting to get the hang of it when she heard Lexa slide up a chair behind her.
"Ummm….." Clarke slowly spoke not sure what was about to happen.
"It's okay Clarke." Lexa whispered against the blondes neck. "Were going to take this slow." pushing herself up against the back of the blonde hard so there bodies were flush. She felt Clarke stiffen just a little at the feeling of there bodies touching causing her to bite her lip so she wouldn't laugh she reached up and covered Clarke's hands with her own once again.
"Now use your fingers" Lexa said in Clarke's ear hearing the blonde almost gasp out she told herself. Lexa - 2 Clarke -0
Clarke felt like she was being tortured she needed to find words to help calm herself down before she turned around in the stool and devoured Lexa. She could feel the brunette's toned body down her back and how her thighs would squeeze in against her own when they moved together. She was currently wrapped in Lexa and she didn't know what to do with herself.
"Mmm.. so how did you learn how to do this." Clarke spoke trying to focus on the fact that they had just kneaded out two separate sections of clay rather than their close proximity.
"My mother." Lexa answered as she shifted both of them to put a slab of clay on the wheel.
"So you are a fancy lawyer by day and a bartender by night and a girl who likes to make clay pots on the weekends with her mother." Clarke elbowed Lexa in the gut a little laughing.
"Yeah something like that." Lexa couldn't help but laugh at Clarke's image of herself even though it wasn't the full story.
"Next step we have to roll the clay out like a worm and spiraling it in a circle like this." Lexa lifted her hand really quick to move Clarke's hair letting her fingers slide down the blondes neck briefly. Feeling every flinch, breathe intake or small noise coming from Clarke was starting to drive her nuts as well. She had stopped to look at Clarke's neck a few times wondering what it would be like to push her lips against it.
"Lexa" Clarke spoke unsure of what else to say. She was losing her self control quickly. She knew it had been awhile since she got laid but having Lexa this close for this long was pretty much lethal.
"Clarke?" Lexa said feeling the blonde start to turn a little in the stool. She knew if she let Clarke face her there was no going back so she locked her arms keeping the blonde forward. This was payback and fun she couldn't let herself slip even though she could feel desire coursing through both of them.
"Roll that piece of clay out Clarke" She had to divert both of their attention to the clay again.
Clarke knew she just faltered a little she tried to turn and she felt Lexa stop her. She couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing but she had heard Lexa's tone and it sounded like she was out of breathe and she thought for once she might get the upper hand on the brunette.
"Like this?" Clarke asked slowly pushing her ass back into Lexa's body. Finally she felt the brunette's breath catch on her neck. Two can play the game Clarke thought.
Lexa felt Clarke push back against her she was a little caught off guard by the blondes sudden confidence. She needed to up her game a little.
"No like this." Lexa took one of her hands off of Clarke's and brushed it against the blondes rib cage closer to her breast then she expected to get. She needed room to show Clarke how to roll out the clay. She knew she wasn't playing fair but she didn't care.
"Now that we have two weaved out circles. Were going to place one on the wheel. Are you ready?" Lexa asked Clarke who was completely frozen. She could feel her uneven breathing and it made her smile. Shifting both of them a little to the right Lexa put her foot on the pedal preparing to make the wheel start to spin.
Focus Clarke she told herself. You are falling apart right in this girls arms over making a damn pot. Who knew pottery could be such a freaking turn on. Lexa seemed to be smothering her with her hands and god they were strong. Feeling Lexa move them again this time facing the wheel she seen a window of opportunity to try and get Lexa back just a little even though she knew this was already a one sided game the second Lexa wrapped her arms around herself.
"Yes I'm ready." Clarke dropped one hand off the wheel and placed it on Lexa's thigh acting like she was adjusting herself in the stool a little better she slid it up higher then needed.. She felt the brunette tighten her thighs around Clarke's just a little.
"Hands on the wheel Clarke." Lexa pretty much said with her jaw clenched. The blonde was doing a decent job and making Lexa wish she hadn't stopped her from turning around. Feeling Clarke lift her hand back up to the wheel she started to spin it just a little.
"Time to get wet." Lexa said in a husky tone, she felt Clarke turn her head almost smacking her dead in the face that is how close they were together.
"What?" Clarke spit out quickly feeling the blush rise to her cheeks.
"Time to get wet Clarke." Lexa said again inches away from the blondes mouth. "The water bowl Clarke. You have to get the clay wet in order to start spinning it into a pot." Lexa heard Clarke pretty much groan under her breathe. She felt her shift slightly like she was having a hard time sitting still now. Smirking she knew it now was Lexa - 3 Clarke - 0
They both hand there hands in the wet clay and they were failing to make the pot form. It was splashing them and just forming a big clump of mud in the middle of the wheel. It was weird Clarke thought to herself this almost felt like a real date. Like they had actually met up to purposely try and spin clay together. She knew she was frustrated with Lexa pushing her buttons but she couldn't help but smile at the thought.
'I thought you knew what you were doing?" Clarke tipped her head to the side glancing at Lexa.
"I do but it's not easy making a pot with someone who can't seem to focus on that actual job." Lexa laughed.
"Are you distracted or something Clarke." She whispered to the blonde making her shiver again.
"You know what Lexa" Clarke had hit her breaking point. She grabbed some of the clay in both hands and lifted them to the brunette's arms feeling her toned muscles as she smeared it all the way down to her hands.
"That's about as focused as I can get." Clarke laughed watching Lexa lift her arms off the wheel. There was a break between their bodies now and Clarke couldn't help but want the touch back.
"Ohhh you are in for it now." Lexa couldn't believe what just happened. Smiling to Clarke's back she took her clay filled hands and gripped Clarke's hips and smeared the clay all the way down her thighs feeling the blonde tighten her legs together.
"Low blow" Clarke barely got out as she was dazed feeling the girls hands move down her thighs.
"What was that" Lexa couldn't stop the humor from leaving her voice.
Clarke tried to stand up as quick as possible she needed air. She felt like she could just push Lexa against the table behind them and have her way with her. She was frustrated and pretty much dying with sexual tension.
Lexa felt Clarke's attempt to stand feeling her get pushed back she made sure they partially stood together. Lexa wrapped her arms around Clarke from behind letting the blonde breathe a little but she felt Clarke lean back into her body.
"Lexa we have too….. you got too…" Clarke couldn't even form a sentence.
Turning the blonde to face her now in her arms.
"We have to what Clarke?" Lexa spoke face to face with her now.
Breaking the hold a little Clarke pushed her hands against Lexa's stomach causing her to back up a few steps till she felt the table behind her. She could tell the brunette wasn't paying any attention to what she was really doing. She was focused on how Clarke played with the hem of her tank top while walking her backwards. They were still smashed together because Lexa hadn't released her grip around her. Tipping her head side ways she could see the palette of green paint she had left out. Dipping her fingers in it she was ready to attack.
"We have too…. get you dirty Lexa." Clarke said lifting her fingers up to Lexa's face smearing green down her cheek. Feeling the brunette weaken her grip around her she pushed and broke free laughing.
"You cheater." Lexa was stunned but laughing. "You know this is war right." Lexa stuck her fingers down in the paint stepping towards Clarke who had ran to the other side of the room.
"No this isn't war. This is the university and you have to keep it clean remember." Clarke tried to talk down Lexa.
"No Clarke don't you remember who I am." Lexa smirked. "My name allows me to chase girls around knowing my money can get me out of it." Lexa mocked Clarke's first words to her.
"Ohhh is that what this is now." Clarke lifted her hands in the air as they circled each other around the table.
"No Clarke this is me proving myself to you." Lexa said making Clarke stand straight up. She took advantage of the pause placing her hand in the middle of the table she hopped over it. Face to face with Clarke once again she wrapped an arm around Clarke's waist smearing green paint down her face.
"I win" Lexa said letting her go laughing knowing the blonde was still processing her words.
"Pshhh" Clarke brought herself back. Stepping towards Lexa this time she grabbed a chunk of wet clay.
"You wouldn't" Lexa stuck her hand up.
'Ohhh I would. Time to get wet Lexa." Clarke tipped her head finally smirking back at the girl.
Rinnnnggggg….. Rinnnngggggg….. what the hell Octavia tapped her foot. This is the third time she's tried calling Clarke and there is no pick up. She wanted to talk to her about operation commander part two but this girl was unreachable for god knows what reason. Sitting down on top of the picnic table outside she changed her call screen to Raven but she couldn't find herself to push call. What the hell are you doing O she cursed herself. You like Lincoln, he is great and everything you want in a man but why can you not get Raven out of your head all of a sudden. It was obvious her friend was attractive and had better confidence even then herself. She has that swagger which is what she likes to call it causing herself to laugh at little thinking of Raven saying it.
"When did it change?" Octavia said out loud spinning her phone in her hand.
The night they all went out to Voss Inc. She had watched Raven and Clarke dance that night. She had seen the way women were just drawn to her. She didn't even go looking or ask they just walked up to her and wanted to dance. Raven had great rhythm actually all three of them had always been able to dance, but Raven had that swagger. That natural sex appeal it was addicting. When she stopped in on them with beers to let Raven know about the bartender she remembered feeling Ravin's hands grab her hips and pull her closer not only listening but causing them to move as one making it look like they were just dancing rather than passing information on about Clarke. She remember feeling Raven's breath on her neck when they were talking and how she shivered. How hot it was in the bar but she felt the goosebumps rise on her arms. It was that night, that night of all nights when she walked away she took that double take back at her friend.
SMACK … Octavia jumped like 2 feet in air turning around about to punch who ever just scared the shit out of her.
"Raven what the fuck!" Octavia looked shock. "You almost just lost your teeth for scaring me like that.
"Well see the thing here is O. I tried to get your attention like five times but you were stuck in that serious but cheesy ass grin you usually have when you are thinking about a guy." Raven hopped up next to her on the picnic table.
"So who is it?" she heard Raven ask.
Octavia stopped realizing Raven had plastered them next to each other on the table. She felt a little smothered by Raven's sudden presence especially after thinking so much about her so she scooted away from her a little bit.
"Who is what?" Octavia was obviously not listening.
Raven seen the sudden change in her friend and wondered if it had anything to do with her. She seemed cheesy and happy before she walked up and now she seemed shy almost. It was weird and unexpected.
"The guy? Who is he? Do I need to break his face?" Raven smiled shoving Octavia's shoulder a bit trying to lighten up the mood but not realizing how close she actually was to the edge of the table. She watched Octavia throw her hands up and her weight shift to fall backwards. Raven immediately grabbed the front of Octavia's shirt yanking them both towards each other.
"Oh SHIT. I just saved your ass." Raven laughed. "You should have seen your face O it was like complete I'm going to die moment." Raven was still laughing.
Octavia knew her face showed the I'm going to die look just about a minute ago but right now she was sure all her face showed was desire. She was smack face to face with Raven, who currently still had a hold on the front of her shirt. She could pretty much feel half of herself sitting in Raven's lap. The force she had pulled her shirt at made her come back farther than expected. Realizing one hand was on her hip and the other hand was grabbing her arm she was stuck like in cement on how to move or where to move. She could feel Raven's breath on her face. The girl was smiling and laughing about everything that just happened.
"Octavia." Raven yelled snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Sorry" Octavia pushed herself off of Raven thinking she was totally busted.
"Your back from the dead O haha and guess who saved your life." she felt Raven throw her arm over her shoulder. Get it together O figure your shit out she was mentally cursing herself.
"Your an asshole Raven." She ducked out from under her friends arm to stand and look at her.
"You could of hurt this beautiful fine ass by shoving me, do you realize that.?" Octavia said smiling shaking off her feelings.
"Ohhh yelling at the person who saved your life when really you should be giving me a kiss and saying thank you." Raven pushed her foot out to shove Octavia again. She had seen the change in Octavia's face earlier and just now. Something was bother the girl and she planned on figuring it out.
"Raven you are testing your luck trying to put your hands and feet on me. You do know that I took martial arts right because I can easily kick your ass right now." Octavia raised an eyebrow at the girl hoping it didn't seem too challenging.
"Reaallllly now." Raven stood up off the table coming face to face with Octavia.
"You think you could kick my ass." Raven smiled staring straight into the brunette's eyes watching them go a hint darker. She had seen that look before it was the look Octavia gave to guys she liked. Ones she found attractive. She could see it in her eyes now, but she had to be wrong because everyone knew how straight her friend was. Watching Octavia slightly glance down at her lips had her second guessing her first opinion. Maybe this is why she had been so off lately but then again I ran out of Clarke's apartment today after looking at her ass. Could we both be wrong Raven asked herself.
Beep beep beep…. snapping them both out of there stare down Raven reached for her phone in her back pocket.
Octavia was thankful there was an interruption she wasn't sure how long she could have lasted staring at Raven. She knew she felt something but she never had desire hit her like that before. Stepping back a little she pulled herself together once again.
"Boom" Raven shoved her phone in Octavia's face. "Tell me what you think?" she forced Octavia to take a look at the picture.
"Who is that?" Octavia took in a redhead with cute freckles and simple glasses. She was attractive but seemed young or maybe too innocent.
"That is Elliot. She was my date last night." Raven smiled pulling her phone back sending a quick text back.
"Ohh." Octavia was short and she knew she didn't have a right to be. She still had Lincoln but she couldn't help but be a little jealous.
"I have to go find Clarke. See you later Raven." Octavia made a quick exit but not before hitting Ravens phone making it fly in the air, hearing it hit the ground she glanced over her shoulder and could see Raven giving her a dirty look.
"Payback is a bitch O." Is all Raven could say watching her walk away.
A/N Sorry to cut it off randomly. It was a long chapter as is so I decided to cut off the end and make it the start of the next chapter which means I am already half way there. =)