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Clarke Griffin did not want to be here. She made that known from the beginning, but her two best friends insisted she go. They insisted she be social for once in her life, though being here didn't do much to change that since she was just sitting in the corner watching as Octavia and Raven mingled and drank and danced.
Clarke was never one for parties. She was really never one for anything that involved a lot of people or social interaction. She was always a bit on the shy side, but her aversion to other people also had a bit to do with the fact that she was often made fun of when she was younger. The words most commonly thrown around were nerd, dork, geek, loser, loner...which really showed the limited wit of her fellow grade school classmates. Not all of them teased her. It was mainly one specific group. For the most part, the others just ignored her. All except for Octavia and Raven, her two best friends since kindergarten. They had been inseparable ever since and the two of them did their best to protect Clarke from any bullying, but when they weren't around, it was fair game.
They loved Clarke and saw past her shyness and awkwardness. As years passed, they didn't care that she preferred to stay home and read or watch History Channel documentaries instead of going to the mall or a school dance. Sometimes they would get her to compromise and get her to go shopping with them if they promised they would all spend at least half an hour in the vintage bookstore and promised not to make her try on any clothes. Clothes were never really important to her. She liked her jeans and t-shirts. They were comfortable.
By the time junior high came around, Raven and Octavia had discovered boys. And they had branched out in who they hung out with. Clarke was always their friend, but getting her to hang out was like pulling teeth. She would just sit there quietly and not contribute to the conversation. They never pressured her to talk, but the others started to think she was a bit of a freak. And by this point, Clarke was thinking that maybe she was.
Even though they expanded their friend group, Raven and Octavia never allowed Clarke to feel left out. They knew the blonde liked to spend her lunch time at school reading under the tree, so they never bothered her and hung out with their new friends at that time. But they would try to reserve their weekends for just the three of them. Not every weekend, because Clarke sometimes volunteered at the hospital her mom worked at. Raven even often went out of her way to help Clarke practice chess for her chess team matches. Once, Raven even beat her, but Clarke didn't have the heart to tell her it was by an illegal move. She loved that Raven actually got passionate about chess. She hadn't had someone to play with since her father passed away when she was in eighth grade. Raven was sweet enough to learn because she knew how important the chess team was for Clarke. She joined in honor of her father. It was his favorite game. Clarke was grateful for her friends. She never really felt comfortable around people, but she always felt comfortable around them.
Tonight, however, she was not comfortable. It was early December of their sophomore year in high school and Octavia had started dating one of the popular jocks of the school, Lincoln. As a result, she was invited to a house party thrown by one of the football players, so she insisted on bringing reinforcements in the form of her two best friends. Raven was all too happy to go, but it took a lot of convincing to get Clarke to cancel her plan to study that Saturday night. After an infinite amount of begging, she finally relented because she wanted to be there for her friend. But then the girls decided to press their luck. They insisted she leave her glasses at home and put her contacts in. They also made sure her hair was not in its usual ponytail and fawned over it until her blonde locks were down and flowing around her shoulders. And they dressed her in one of Octavia's low-cut black shirts. It was a bit tight on Clarke, but that only made her cleavage all the more ample. Raven and Octavia were quite proud of the makeover. It was rare for Clarke to show so much skin. She would still wear a one-piece at the pool even though they both tried to get her to take advantage of the naturally big assets she was blessed with. But Clarke would just turn red and cover herself with a t-shirt.
Clarke continued watching her friends laughing and having a good time. She was happy for them, but really wished they hadn't made her leave her book at home. She pulled out her phone and pretended to make herself look busy. She was nervous and after a while, she started looking around, taking in her surroundings. No one seemed to see her. People always had a tendency to look past her, which was something she was fine with. And right now was no different. No one seemed to be paying her any attention. Except for one person. Every time she made eye contact with the brunette across the way, the other girl would immediately look away. Clarke saw her right when they got to the party.
Lexa Woods was kind of hard to miss. Tall, tan, gorgeous, legs for days and by far the most popular girl at Arkadia High. And the most popular girl at Arkadia High has been looking over at Clarke every few minutes since she walked in.
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Lexa had just finished making her rounds and stopped to say hello to Lincoln, Ryder and Echo to ask where the rest of the gang was. Her core friend group was quite large and she knew she had definitely not seen everyone yet, even Anya who swore she was coming tonight. Lincoln informed her that some of them were pre-gaming and planning on showing up fashionably late.
Lexa simply rolled her eyes at that. She wasn't a fan of pre-gaming. She wasn't really a fan of drinking at all. She was actually one of the few seniors who opted not to partake in getting wildly drunk every weekend. She would maybe have a beer or two, but never more than that. But it didn't matter. Everyone still adored her. She had always been somewhat charismatic and people were always naturally drawn to her. She had always been a leader and people were all too happy to follow her.
Lexa's high school experience was quite different than Clarke's. First of all, she was wealthy, which certainly didn't hurt. She never flaunted her money, though, and would even anonymously donate some to the school lunch program to pay for lunches for those who couldn't afford it. It was an initiative she brought up with the school board on the day she was elected student body president. Her high school accolades were quite impressive. Captain of the girls' basketball team and soccer team, head of the social committee, junior prom queen, and most recently: senior homecoming queen. She was friends with all the jocks and the cheerleaders, though it was fairly obvious many of the cheerleaders wanted a bit more from her. Some of them were pretty shameless in their flirting and it used to work on her. That is until Lexa started her senior year and informed her friends she wasn't interested in sleeping around or casual dating because she wanted to focus on her studies and college applications. Many hearts were broken that day.
That didn't mean she wasn't up for a good party, which was why she was here.
She was in the middle of talking to Lincoln and Echo when something caught her eye and made her forget what she was even talking about. At first, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her because the blonde looked different. Her hair was down and...wow...that was quite a shirt she was wearing. But when she saw the girl take a seat in the corner of the room when her friends went off to get some drinks, she knew it was her. The notoriously quiet girl was actually at a party.
"Lincoln?"
"Yeah?"
"What's she doing here?" Lexa nodded over to Clarke.
"Oh, yeah...her. Uh...well, she's friends with the girl I'm sort of dating. I honestly didn't even think she would come. Kinda weird seeing her at a social function."
Lexa just hummed her response and kept looking over at the blonde. When the blonde caught her, she immediately looked away, unsure of what to make of the situation.
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When Octavia and Raven came back with drinks, Clarke took a sip and made a face.
"What's in this?"
"It's fine. Just drink it."
"Rae..."
"Vodka. But there's barely any in there."
She handed the drink back, but Raven refused to take it.
"It's one drink, Clarke. I love you, but you have got to loosen up. It's a party."
Clarke sighed and took another drink. She knew better than to argue with Raven and had to pick her battles. She felt her left eye flutter and closed it for a minute, trying to adjust her contact.
"Why couldn't I wear my glasses tonight?"
"Because everyone deserves to see those beautiful blue eyes of yours," informed Octavia. "And stop folding your arms over your chest. Let those ladies out! People need to see what you've got going on there."
Clarke knew what they were up to and they weren't the least bit subtle about it. They told her over the summer that their goal was get Clarke a boyfriend or a girlfriend this year. She simply scoffed at the idea, not thinking that they were actually serious about it. They had tried once before in sixth grade. Jasper Jordan was shy and sweet and they thought he'd be a good match for Clarke. That was when Clarke informed them that not only was she not interested in Jasper, but she was also attracted to girls. Both her friends were completely supportive, but also found it rather confusing since Clarke had never kissed anyone, guy or girl. She just shrugged and said "I like what I like" and that was it. For someone so reserved, at least Clarke had a good sense of who she was as a person. They actually liked it because that meant there was more of a chance they could find someone for her with girls now as an option.
"Guys, I think I'm gonna go."
"You can't leave!"
"Why not?"
"Because I heard they're going to play spin the bottle soon. We have to play," replied Octavia.
"That sounds like the very last thing I would ever want to do," Clarke deadpanned. "And isn't this crowd a little old for that?"
"Too old for kissing? Never. Come on, Clarke. Stay."
"Fine." She looked over at Lexa, feeling the girl's eyes on her once again. She shifted uncomfortably when the brunette looked away once more. "But don't expect me to participate."
"We'll see about that." Raven always loved a good challenge. "We're gonna go dance. We'll be right over there if you need us or, God forbid, you want to come join us."
Clarke stood as they sauntered away. She watched as Lincoln came over to dance with Octavia and Raven found some random guy to dance with.
She took a sip of her drink. It was actually starting to taste okay to her. She felt herself starting to loosen up a bit. Perhaps it was the alcohol. But any chance of loosening up went straight to hell when she saw Lexa Woods approaching her. She nervously took another drink.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" asked Lexa.
Clarke gulped and looked around to see if anyone else was seeing this. The most popular girl in school talking to a nobody. She cleared her throat and did her best to reply.
"Aren't you?"
Lexa grinned. "I'm a senior. You're a sophomore. I'm going to have to confiscate that." She took the drink away from Clarke. "Wouldn't want you to be hungover on Monday and ruin your perfect attendance record."
There was a moment when Lexa's hand grazed Clarke's fingers while taking the drink and her heart did this weird sputtering thing. She quickly tried to recover from the interaction, but by then, Lexa had already walked away.
She immediately wished she still had her drink. Perhaps it would help calm her racing heart. And really, she wasn't THAT young. Having turned sixteen in September, she was the oldest sophomore in her class. Her parents put her in kindergarten a year later than she normally would have because she was rather small for her age. She was always a bit scrawny. That is until freshman year when her body suddenly became something her friends were very jealous of.
She was just about to go find Octavia and Raven when someone came running in to announce they were going to start playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. She tried to fight back the urge to roll her eyes, but it was just too ridiculous a notion not to.
Octavia came bounding up to her and grabbed her by the wrist.
"You're playing!"
She pulled her wrist back. "Not happening."
"Clarke, please?"
"I'll watch from the side. Not everyone's playing. There's a bunch of people in the back of the house."
"Clarke, if you do this, we won't make you go to another party for the rest of the year." Raven always did have a way of striking fair deals with Clarke.
The blonde sighed and looked around. Most people were already seated in a circle in the middle of the living room, talking amongst themselves. Others were camped out against the walls just wanting to watch the game. One of those wallflowers just happened to be Lexa.
"That's weird. Lexa Woods isn't playing? She's kind of the school player," observed Raven.
"Maybe this isn't enough of a challenge for her." Octavia shrugged, then turned back to Clarke with a pleading look on her face.
"Fine. Fine, I'll play. But I'm holding you both to the deal. No more parties for me for the rest of the year."
"Deal!"
The three of them took a seat among the circle and it was only then when Lexa decided to take part in the game, squeezing her way in between Echo and Ryder.
Clarke did her best to hide her blush when the brunette glanced over at her from across the circle.
She leaned in to Octavia. "Aren't you and Lincoln dating? Why are you both playing?"
"We're not exclusive yet. Besides, I like the idea of making him jealous."
"That's messed up."
"That's all part of the dating game, Clarke. You'll see when you start dating."
Raven leaned in to Clarke on the other side of her. "Ready for your first kiss?"
Clarke was about to respond when the girl who suggested the game spoke up. Clarke wasn't sure of her name, but she thought it was Gina. Or Tina. Or...something.
"Okay. You all know the rules. One person spins and whoever it lands on, they go off to the closet for seven minutes in heaven."
A few of them whistled while others giggled as Gina...or Tina...held up the bottle.
"And to start things off, I think we should go with our homecoming queen." She handed the bottle to Lexa. "Ms. Woods, would you do the honors?"
Clarke took notice of some of the cheerleaders and other popular girls in the circle as they suddenly straightened up and giggled amongst themselves. A few of them were checking their makeup while others where whispering to each other.
Lexa didn't seem to notice. Her face remained stoic and unaffected as she took the bottle and with a flick of her wrist, it began spinning. When it stopped, a few gasps were heard from the circle and from the spectators along the walls.
Clarke felt her stomach drop and her face suddenly felt like it was on fire when she noticed the bottle was pointed directly at her. She sat there frozen for a moment, trying to read Lexa's face, but the brunette gave nothing away as she stood up.
She wondered what everyone would think. Would Lexa's popularity be threatened if everyone watched her go into the closet with Clarke Griffin?
Lexa didn't seem to object to where the bottle landed, but some of the other girls looked rather disappointed. Clarke could swear she heard one of them say "Who the hell is that?"
Lexa walked towards the closet, then turned around to find Clarke still sitting there with wide eyes.
"You coming?" She kept walking and it took a very stunned Octavia elbowing Clarke in the ribs to get her to stand up and follow her.
"Have fun!" She heard her friend yell after her as she approached the closet.
Lexa was standing there holding the door open for her. Clarke stepped in and Lexa followed, closing the door behind her.
They stood there in silence for a moment before Lexa stepped forward, closing the gap between them. Clarke felt her breath quicken.
"You know...we only have seven minutes," Lexa reminded her with a very low and enticing voice as she moved even closer.
Clarke swallowed thickly and licked her lips. She barely even had time to react before Lexa's hands were cupping her cheeks and her lips were on Clarke's. The blonde's body had an immediate reaction and a light moan escaped her throat. Lexa's lips expertly explored hers and it was divine. She tasted like fruit punch. And a hint of vanilla, which Clarke knew was the flavor of her lip gloss.
She loved the taste and couldn't stop herself from moving her tongue along the other girl's lips to savor it even more. Apparently, that was the right move because Clarke's tongue caused the homecoming queen to moan deeply and move her hands down to Clarke's waist. At this point, Clarke couldn't control herself. She was in a dark closet with the most gorgeous girl known to man and this girl was moaning because of something Clarke did. She deepened the kiss by invading Lexa's mouth with her tongue. It felt incredible. She wanted more. She grabbed Lexa's shirt and charged forward, pushing the brunette up against the wall with a loud thud. Lexa let out a loud gasp which was immediately silenced by Clarke's hungry tongue.
"Fuck," whispered Lexa as Clarke moved down to her neck, slowly nipping at the sensitive skin. "Clarke..."
Clarke moved her mouth back up to Lexa's lips as her hands traveled down to grab Lexa's ass. It was a bold move, but Clarke was feeling rather brave at the moment, so she squeezed her ass while greedily licking into her mouth.
"Jesus!" Lexa's head fell back against the wall as Clarke went back to assaulting her neck. "God, Clarke. I love it when you take charge."
Clarke smiled against her neck.
"So you've said."
Lexa indulged in the feeling of Clarke's lips on her neck.
"Fuck...I thought...mmm...I thought you said you had plans tonight."
"I did. I had every intention of studying," replied Clarke, as she ran her tongue along Lexa's pulse point.
"You said you didn't want to come." Lexa's hands moved up and gripped Clarke's hair, digging slightly into her scalp and becoming more and more breathless with what Clarke is doing to her.
"I didn't. I wanted to study. And I didn't want to keep you from enjoying your night."
"Well, I'm certainly enjoying it a lot more now. Not that I'm complaining, but why are you here?"
"Octavia and Raven dragged me."
"I'll have to thank them."
"Lex?"
"Yeah?"
"We have four and a half minutes left. And my lips are nowhere near done with you. So I'm going to need you to stop talking."
Lexa sighed at Clarke's statement. She really, really loved her lips. They did amazing things, which is something she was quite pleased to learn about back in August.
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August
Lexa felt like death. She woke up to a room full of flowers, stuffed animals, cards and balloons from all kinds of people all telling her to get better. She would honestly rather have nobody know she was in the hospital. Especially for something so innocuous as the flu. But for some reason, she just wasn't able to keep anything down for two days and was severely dehydrated and feverish, so her parents insisted she get admitted to the hospital. It was supposed to be an overnight stay just so she could get some fluids in her system, but the doctors said it was a bit more serious with her fever and she wound up staying four days. She was hoping to get released today. Her mother insisted on telling her best friend, Anya, who then told Lincoln, who then proceeded to tell every single one of their friends, which is how her hospital room ended up turning into a gift shop.
She also had a quite a few visitors in the last three days, which she was pretty sure annoyed the doctors and nurses. Not only did they struggle to get around all the flowers and balloons, but they constantly had to ask her visitors to step outside while they checked her vitals.
Today, no one had come by and Lexa was actually grateful for that. At this point, she was exhausted and just wanted to go home. It was kind of hard to get sleep in the hospital when interns were coming in every twenty minutes to check on her and ask her the same questions over and over again.
Her doctor said there was a very good chance she would get to go home today and she was just waiting to hear any news about it. She was keeping her food down and her fever spiked twenty-four hours ago.
She had just started to doze off when the door opened once again. She was ready to yell at whoever it was that woke her up yet again, but stopped when she noticed a rather cute looking blonde with glasses and her hair in a French braid, wearing mismatched scrubs and pushing in a cart of food. She cocked her head as she watched the girl approach her without looking up from the cart.
She knew this girl. Or knew of her, anyway. She was pretty sure she had seen her lurking around the halls of Arkadia High. But she didn't know her name. Or anything about her, really. Just that she kept to herself and that she played some sort of instrument because she saw her lugging a huge case around and briefly thought about offering to help her before Anya came and pulled her away with some sort of trivial emergency.
"You work here?"
The blonde shook her head. "Not really. I volunteer on Sundays."
"Volunteer? Shouldn't you be wearing one of those cute candy striper outfits?"
That managed to get a chuckle out of her, but she still didn't look up.
"That's a bit outdated. We usually just wear regular clothes."
"So why the scrubs?"
"They're comfortable. And they're my mom's."
"Is she a nurse?" Lexa didn't know why, but she was determined to keep this conversation going. Maybe it was her own little challenge just to get the girl to look at her.
"She's a doctor here."
"Impressive." Lexa took a shot. "Is she as cute as you?"
She watched the girl falter slightly as she was setting up the food and she was pretty sure she saw a hint of a blush on her cheeks, but she still remained focused on her task.
"The nurse informed me that if you keep this down, you can go home today. So...good luck."
She started backing her way out of the room with the cart, but Lexa just couldn't have that. She at least needed the name of the girl who spent her Sunday volunteering to bring sick people their food.
"I'm pretty weak. I might need someone to feed it to me." She watched as the blonde smiled to herself. Success!
"I'm sure you'll do just fine."
"Please?"
"I'm afraid if I help you eat, you'll just take advantage of my kindness and then ask me for a sponge bath after that." The blonde chose that moment to look up at Lexa with those piercing blue eyes and that's when Lexa knew she was a goner. What started out as a little harmless flirtation with the cute volunteer was now became a full-fledged mission to get to know the girl.
"Keep talking to me like that and you might just win my heart."
Clarke looked away shyly. "I'll settle for the consolation prize."
Lexa was shocked. This girl was always so quiet in school but was able to match Lexa's sassy wit.
"Well, you're in luck. The consolation prize is my phone number."
"You're obviously feeling better, so I'll leave you to it. Have a nice day."
"Wait!" Lexa was getting desperate. "Um...what's your name?"
"Clarke."
"Hi Clarke. I'm Lexa."
"I know who you are. It's kind of hard not to."
Lexa felt like a grade-A asshole. She was going to start the school year as the student body president and didn't even know this girl's name. Not that she knew every single person's name at the school, but still. She was pretty sure she knew all the cute girls.
"Feel better. Remember to try to keep the food down. I'm sure you're probably sick of being here."
Lexa smiled at her. "For some reason, it's not so bad now."
Clarke bit her lip and shied away again, but Lexa was pretty sure she caught a bit of an eye roll from her. Clarke may have been shy, but Lexa was pretty sure there was a bit of a smartass in her. And she liked that.
--
The following Sunday, Clarke arrived at the hospital for her volunteer shift. She checked in with her supervisor who informed her that another volunteer would be starting today and he wanted Clarke to show the girl around. What she wasn't expecting when she walked into the break room was to see Lexa Woods sitting there waiting for her.
"I...what...what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to help."
"You want to volunteer?"
"I heard it's good for college applications. Plus, you seem to enjoy doing it. I wanted to see what all the fuss is about."
Clarke could feel her heart rate quicken. She wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that she couldn't stop thinking about Lexa Woods since she saw her in her hospital bed last week. She honestly didn't even think she'd see the girl again until school started, but here she was, ready and willing to screw up Clarke's concentration.
"Um...okay. Well, let me show you around so you can get a feel for where everything is."
"You look cute with the French braid. You usually just have your hair in a ponytail."
"I find this keeps my hair out of my face easier. There's a lot of walking and moving around at this job. You might consider it, too." She regretted even suggesting it. Lexa was wearing her hair down. And it was long and flowing and gorgeous and should never be tied back. That would be an atrocity.
"I'll keep that in mind."
Clarke spent the next couple hours showing Lexa around and instructing her on how to do certain things. She tried not to pay any attention to how close in proximity the girl stood when she was trying to explain something to her. She tried to ignore the little sideways glances Lexa would give her when she was slacking off on a project Clarke would give her. She tried to ignore the flutter in her stomach when Lexa asked to buy her lunch in the cafeteria on her break. She tried not to let her nerves show when they sat across from each other making small talk at lunch. Clarke didn't do small talk and she was pretty sure Lexa could tell. She was awkward and uncomfortable and quiet during most of their lunch, constantly looking around so she could focus on anything but Lexa's eyes. She waited for the other girl to just give up and grow bored of her. But that didn't happen. She simply sat in silence with her, waiting until she was ready to speak.
By the end of their shift, Lexa stood dangerously close to her as their supervisor signed their volunteer sheets. Clarke tried to ignore the way it made her feel. Because this was Lexa Woods. And she absolutely refused to develop a crush on a girl who was not only out of her league, but pretty much out of everyone else's league, as well.
She tried to ignore the fact that Lexa followed her out of the hospital and started walking next to her.
"Thanks for all your help today. I had fun. I can see why you like doing it."
"You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it." She tried to keep her voice as stoic as possible.
"I still say you should start wearing one of those candy striper outfits. It would look hot on you."
Clarke almost tripped over her own foot but managed to catch herself.
"Okay, well I'll see you next Sunday."
"Wait. Do you need a ride? My car is just over here."
Clarke stopped and thought for a moment. Her mom was still working for another four hours and it was a bit of a walk back home and she definitely wasn't in the mood to wait for the bus.
"Okay."
The smile on Lexa's face made Clarke wonder what it meant. She was waiting for Lexa's kindness to be revealed as a cruel joke, but something told her that just wasn't going to be the case. She got into Lexa's car and directed her on how to get to her house. When they pulled up, Lexa got out and came around to open the door for Clarke.
"You really didn't have to take me home, but I appreciate it," said Clarke as she walked up to her front door with Lexa right behind her.
"Yes, I did."
"You did?" She stopped at the front door and looked at Lexa quizzically.
"If I hadn't driven you home, I wouldn't have been able to do this."
She watched the brunette, with all the confidence in the world, lean in to her. The moment she captured her lips, Clarke's body immediately reacted to it. This was her first kiss. Her first ever kiss and it was with the most popular girl in school. Her first kiss and it was fucking incredible. And she was missing out on the moment because all she could think about was the fact that it was her first kiss.
It was over way too soon when Lexa pulled back.
"Was um...was that okay?"
All Clarke could do was nod. She gave her a small smile as she disappeared into her house and closed the door behind her.
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September
"Mmm...Lexa, we should go."
"Okay." Lexa heard Clarke say something, but had no idea what it was. She just thought it was best to agree with whatever it was. She was far too busy exploring the lips of the girl who had captivated her nearly a month ago. They were a week into the new school year and Lexa insisted Clarke pick her up on the way to school this morning to celebrate the fact that Clarke got her license. She made sure to tell her to pick her up extra early, then told her to take a detour over near the park. The sun was barely out and they still had twenty minutes before Lexa needed to be at school. So they decided to create their own little high school cliche by fogging up the windows in Clarke's mom's car.
For almost a month they had been meeting up for these clandestine makeout sessions. It all started that day she kissed Clarke in front of her house. She had to wait until the following Sunday to see Clarke again at the hospital. That day, she made it a point to get her phone number, and then she pulled her into an empty janitor's closet to kiss her the way she'd been thinking about all week. Clarke seemed to enjoy it. For a while, Lexa was always the one to have to initiate it, but she was okay with that. As long as Clarke was comfortable.
She currently had the blonde pressed up against the driver seat door. It was kind of an awkward position with the center console in the way, but it would have to do. She was too concerned with keeping those soft lips against her own.
She felt a sigh come from the blonde and knew what was coming next.
"Lexa...we should stop."
"Okay."
She didn't stop.
"You said you have an early ASB meeting. You don't want to be late."
"Mmm...the only student body I care about right now is yours."
Clarke rolled her eye at that. She knew the blonde would hate her little pun.
"There's no meeting is there?"
Lexa pulled back and looked at her guiltily. She was caught.
"No. There's no meeting. But I was going crazy from not being able to kiss you at all yesterday. So I figured I'd start my morning right today."
Clarke kissed her, thankfully finding it cute that she tricked her.
"Sorry. I had a chess club meeting at lunch and orchestra practice after school."
Lexa kissed her temple and nuzzled into her neck. "You still have to play your cello for me."
"No. It's too embarrassing."
"I know. That's why I want you to play it for me. I love it when your face gets all red from blushing."
Clarke playfully pushed her. Lexa laughed and tried to adjust her position.
"This is not comfortable." She was so close to suggesting they move to the back seat, but she didn't want to scare the poor girl. "I just...I wish I could be closer to you."
Clarke had an unreadable look on her face and Lexa thought maybe she went too far with her statement. So she was pleasantly surprised when Clarke pushed her back into the passenger seat and climbed over on top of her so she was straddling her. Lexa's eyes grew wide and her mouth hung open. This was by far the sexiest thing she had ever encountered. And yes, she was a girl who had quite the sexual past, but none of it compared to what she had been experiencing with Clarke over the last month. Even if all they do is make out heatedly. It's still the best thing Lexa had ever experienced.
But now the blonde was on top of her, straddling her, and boldly even grinding on her a little bit. She was in complete awe. She wasn't even remotely prepared for the moment Clarke attacked her lips and moaned deeply into the kiss. Holy fuck, was that ever hot. She felt like all the air was being sucked out of her lungs by the way Clarke was kissing her so deliciously. She had to remind herself to remain respectful, so she kept her hands at her side, just enjoying Clarke's hands around her neck as she was gently grinding down on her. She should have had her pick her up even earlier because there was no way they were making it to school on time today.
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October
Lexa's back was pressed up against the wall of the bathroom stall. She was supposed to be in her third period calculus class and Clarke was supposed to be in her English class. Instead, they arranged for this little meetup. She could always tutor Clarke later on what the girl may have missed in class.
She was panting heavily, reveling in the feeling of Clarke's hands up her shirt and vigorously exploring the expanse of her skin and eagerly cupping her breasts over her bra. She pulled at one of the silky cups, bringing it down and moving her hand up to touch her bare breast and Lexa went insane. She loved this side of Clarke. The side that no one else go to see. The side that took charge and took what she wanted when she wanted. It was seriously so hot. Not that she didn't love every side to Clarke. It's just that this one in particular got her wildly turned on.
She kept her hands at Clarke's waist, gripping tightly. Not moving them until Clarke told her to. She had tried before, but Clarke had admonished her and told her to wait her turn. Lexa was all too happy to comply. It didn't take long, though. Soon, Clarke grabbed her hands and Lexa excitedly felt a throbbing sensation between her legs when she felt Clarke guiding her hands up to her breasts. She had only recently been granted access to them. It happened last week after one of the football games. Clarke stated that she didn't want to go, but promised Lexa she'd make up for it when she came over after the game. And Lexa was not disappointed.
She greedily palmed at Clarke's breasts, pulling at the fabric of her bra to try to get her hands fully on them. They were spectacular. Clarke never really showed off how amazing her body was, and Lexa was fine with that. But it certainly came as a surprise the first time Clarke took her shirt off for her. That was the most pleasant surprise she had ever had.
Clarke was attacking her neck as Lexa just sighed into feeling the weight of the other girl's breasts in her hands. Seriously, it didn't get any better than this. But they were running out of time. There's only so long a person can be in the bathroom without their teacher getting suspicious. So she took a deep breath and decided to make this the moment she would ask her.
"Clarke?"
"Hmm?"
"I know you don't like going to the football games or anything, but do you think you can make an exception for the homecoming game next week? I want you there when I'm crowned homecoming queen."
She felt Clarke's lips pause on her neck as she tensed up a bit.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah. I'll be there. Octavia and Raven said they wanted to go. It'll be cool to see you get crowned."
Lexa smiled at her and pulled her in for a kiss.
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The night of the homecoming game, Clarke watched from the stands as Lexa was crowned. She looked drop dead gorgeous in her silver dress and Clarke found herself wishing at that moment that she could be the one up there next to Lexa as she got crowned. Instead, she watched as Finn Collins was crowned as homecoming king and walked arm in arm with Lexa down the field. It brought about an unsettling feeling in her stomach and after the game, she texted Lexa to meet her behind the locker rooms where no one could see them under the cover of darkness. She then spent over half an hour leaving marks all over Lexa's neck. She'd be damned if Finn Collins would even consider he'd have a shot with Lexa.
Lexa was surprisingly okay with this turn of events. She found out that night that the brunette actually had a thing for being marked. She found it sexy that Clarke felt so possessive of her. Which was weird since neither of them had established exactly what kind of relationship the two of them had.
She was in the middle of leaving a very red mark on Lexa's shoulder when Lexa blurted out,
"Come to the homecoming dance with me."
"What?"
"I know it's tomorrow and I know you already said you didn't want to go, but maybe I could change your mind?"
Clarke pulled away, her lips puffy and red.
"Lexa...I...I'm sorry. I can't."
"Why?"
"Because I'm me. And you're you. And no one will ever believe that you want to be there with me."
She could see a look of hurt flash across the brunette's face, but then she steeled herself.
"I don't care what they think. I DO want to be there with you. That's why I asked."
"I just...I don't do so well with crowds." It was a lie. She could do it. She could go to the dance for Lexa, but that's also why she refused to go. It was for Lexa. She had a reputation. She had friends. She was popular and everyone loved and adored her and if she showed up at the dance with someone like Clarke...well, Clarke knew how cruel teenagers were. She had experienced it first-hand many times. And she refused to let that happen to Lexa. She couldn't do that to her.
"Okay," Lexa sounded a little disappointed. "I understand. I don't want you to do anything that'll make you uncomfortable."
"You look gorgeous, though. I know you'll have fun without me."
Lexa nodded, but it wasn't very convincing. Clarke tried to make it up to her by grinding her thigh between her legs and it certainly seemed to cheer Lexa up.
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November
Lexa felt her insides get weak every time Clarke's eyes locked with hers. She was sitting in the front row, making it a point to get to the recital early to get a good seat, and waited patiently as the room filled with parents and faculty. When the orchestra took their places, she gave Clarke a sweet smile to make sure she knew she was proud of her. This was her first time seeing Clarke play the cello and she just so happened to have a solo at tonight's performance so it was the perfect one to watch. Clarke had nervously asked her to attend and Lexa loved how adorably shy she was in asking her. Of course she said yes immediately. She didn't even ask when it was and ended up having to miss an important basketball practice that night in order to attend. The extra suicides she would have to run the next day would be worth it.
This was the first time she had ever attended a function for the school orchestra. It was never really her scene until she met Clarke. And now, seeing the blonde up on stage with all the other musicians, dressed in black slacks and a proper white, button down blouse, beautifully moving the bow along the strings creating a sound Lexa could never in a million years replicate, she decided to never miss another orchestra recital. At least not one that Clarke was a part of. She beamed with pride while watching her entire solo and clapped the loudest of anyone there as they all took their bows afterwards.
Lexa waited around long after the room cleared out. And when Clarke walked back out on the stage, Lexa ran up to her and kissed her wildly.
"You were so good! So, so good. I had no idea, Clarke. You're so damn talented."
Clarke immediately blushed and Lexa just wanted to kissed her everywhere. She surged forward, pushing Clarke across the stage until the back of her legs hit the piano bench. She lost her balance and fell back onto the seat with a huff. Lexa didn't even slow down. She kept kissing her, leaning Clarke down against the piano with her back mashing the middle keys which filled the room with an awkward, unharmonized sound. Clarke winced only a little when her back met the keys, but she pulled Lexa on top of her. So Lexa straddled her on the bench and kissed her way down from her lips to her neck to her chest, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse.
"Wow," exclaimed Clarke. "I should play for you more often."
"Yes, I think you should." Lexa moved her hips against Clarke's and loved the reaction she got from it. She liked that she could touch Clarke more freely without being tentative about how the girl felt about it. She had made it pretty clear in the last few weeks that she very much enjoyed Lexa's hands all over her.
"You should play me like you play your cello."
Clarke burst out laughing at the suggestion.
"You and your lines are ridiculous."
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December
It was going to take at least a week to get the paint out of her hair, but after what just happened, it was worth it. Clarke had an art project due and called Lexa panicking because she had no idea what to do for it. Lexa went over to her house to try and help her calm down and to help her figure out what to paint.
Turns out all Clarke needed for inspiration was Lexa in her room.
Lexa had no idea how it happened, but before she knew it, she was topless in a very demure pose as Clarke was painting her. It was very tame and Clarke was only painting the curves and shadows of her back, as well as Lexa's turned head. By the end of the session, they were rolling around on the floor with Clarke on top of her, running her paint-covered fingers through her hair.
Lexa had paint all over her body. It was proof of where Clarke's hands had been and she loved it. Clarke was painting her with her kisses and touches and God, it was just too much. This girl was driving her crazy.
After a while, she managed to get Clarke's shirt and bra off so they were equally naked. She dipped her finger in some of the blue paint that Clarke left out and began drawing little doodles on Clarke's back.
"What are you doing Saturday night? There's a big party that everyone's going to. You wanna go?"
"I have plans."
"Do you really? Or are you just avoiding going with me?"
"I really do have plans." Clarke turned over and rested her head on Lexa's bare chest.
Lexa continued moving her finger up and down her back. "We can tell people, you know."
"Tell them what?"
"About us."
"I don't think that's the best decision."
"I don't care what people think, Clarke."
"You'll care when you're ostracized by the entire school."
Lexa chuckled. "I'm the school president. If they're mean to me, I can just threaten to invoke a rule that makes school on Saturdays mandatory." She pulled Clarke closer to her. "And if they're mean to you, I'll beat the shit out of every single one of them."
Clarke laughed into her shoulder. "I really like you, you know that?"
"Good. Because I really like you, too." She kissed her forehead. "So...will you go with me?"
She felt Clarke take a deep breath. "I want to. I do. I just....I really do have plans. Can I maybe think about it?"
Lexa smiled. Honestly, it was more that she expected to get from Clarke on the subject. She was more than willing to wait. She would wait until she was ready. She would wait for Clarke for anything.
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Present Time
After several minutes of hot and heavy kissing, groping and even a little dry-humping, Clarke pulled back to catch her breath. The closet was stifling and they were both sweating. There was no way they could step outside this closet and not have people know exactly what they were doing in here.
There was a knock at the door that made them both jump.
"Seven minutes are over, ladies. Time to give someone else a turn."
They turned to each other and laughed quietly. Lexa leaned in and kissed her once more, then leaned her forehead against Clarke's.
"You are seriously the best kisser."
"Well, I learned from you. Seeing as how you're the only person I've ever kissed."
"I kind of like that. I'm corrupting sweet, innocent Clarke Griffin."
"I'm not that innocent."
Lexa laughed. "Oh don't I know it! That thing you do with your tongue...I definitely didn't teach you that."
Clarke smiled coyly. "Yeah, that was all me."
Lexa nuzzled against Clarke's neck. "Your glasses seem to have gone missing."
"Yeah. Octavia and Raven made me wear my contacts."
"You look beautiful with or without them. But next time, wear them. I kind of have thing for girls in glasses." She placed a hot kiss on her neck.
"Next time don't steal my drink away."
"I was not about to have my girl be a drunken mess."
"It was one drink!"
"I know. I guess I was just being protective." She ran a finger down her arm.
"You're sweet." Clarke really, really didn't feel like leaving the closet. She wasn't done with Lexa. Not by a long shot.
Lexa took her hand and intertwined their fingers. "So I know you think it'll be a huge problem if people see us together. But I don't care."
"Lexa..."
"I want people to know you, Clarke. I want them to know we're together. I want them to know you're mine."
Clarke could feel the nerves kicking in, but she also felt a rush of excitement at Lexa's words. It was the first time either of them had suggested they were officially together. It wasn't a subject that either of them had really brought up. It was just assumed. It was an unspoken thing that what they were doing was more than just making out. Clarke was terrified that not only would Lexa's stock plummet after the school learned they were together, but that Clarke would solely be the one to blame for it.
But now, with Lexa looking at her with so much hope and devotion, she couldn't say no. She wanted to take this chance with her. She trusted her implicitly.
"Clarke, are you ashamed of me?"
"God, no!"
"Do you not want people to know you're bisexual?"
"I've been out since sixth grade."
"So what's stopping you?"
Clarke smiled at her. "Now? Absolutely nothing."
"Really?"
"Really."
"You're ready?"
"I'm ready. But if we do this, can I kiss you in front of all those cheerleaders?"
Lexa beamed excitedly. "You can kiss me in front of anyone you want for as long as you want. Hell, throw in a boob grab for good measure!"
"Don't tempt me."
"That's an open invitation." She squeezed Clarke's hand and led her out of the closet. "Come on. I want the world to meet my girlfriend."