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Lexa licked her lips and suppressed a groan while she watched Clarke welcome everyone into the club. Even though they had just opened up for the night Polaris was packed. The crowed cheered and looked up at the catwalk VIP section as Clarke walked up. She looked good in a short black dress and calf-high boots. Lexa waved. She was a bit of a celebrity in the LGBT community in San Francisco, having starred in several indie movies in her early twenties.
She looked over the new DJ. The blonde was good, and as much as she hated Coachella on principle the fact she had played there let her boost ticket prices for her first night playing for them. Lexa herself was wearing a crisp dark red button up, dark jeans and a short brimmed fedora to top off the ensemble. Clarke was at her side instantly, but she didn’t see Raven, their sound tech, there anywhere.
“Where’s O tonight?” Lexa asked, heading into their private section of the club that was set up in an old warehouse in an increasingly gentrified part of the city.
“Setting up the Gallery for tomorrow night.” Clarke answered, leaning into her as they sat down on the couch. “I think she’s also looking into another location for us in LA. We’ll have to look at it when we visit my mom and Marcus.”
“Joy.”
“Lexa!”
“What! We have to tell them! They're already gonna have a conniption when they find out about Lincoln ‘letting’ O date women too.”
“Yes but we should be happy about them knowing were not just business partners, then…”
“I know I know, we can tell the press. So you can stop getting hit on at red carpet events. Thank the spirits they’re moderates!”
This had been a fight their entire relationship. Lexa wanted to be open, Clarke was worried. Clarke would want to be open and Lexa would be worried. They just kind of spun around each other until their entire extended family, including Lexa’s half-brother, knew about them.
“So. You guys got the invitation too huh?” Clarke stated as Lincoln and O sat down.”
“Yup. So did Raven, which is going to be an interesting conversation when she comes as Anya’s date.” Anya, their cousin, was a guitarist and lead singer for Grounders, a band that had recently gone global and that Lexa frequently guested with when they were in town and playing Polaris. She and Raven had an interesting relationship.
“Seriously, what are we going to do?” Lexa bemoaned yet again.
“We are going to sit them down, at the house, the night before the wedding and tell them.” Clarke said matter of fact.
“Before!?”
“Yes before. Think of it tactically.”
“Well. Your mom won’t call off the wedding that close to it; too expensive and too much press coverage…”
“And it’s her were worried about more than Marcus.” Clarke finished, sipping her margarita. “Plus we get to dance at the wedding.”
Lexa spit out a little of her gin and tonic.
“What, you don’t want to dance with me baby?” Clarke said, coy.
“Of… of course I do. I just…”
“I know. You’re nervous.”
“Yeah.” Lexa said sheepishly.
Six months later and Clarke was laying, in nothing but a paint spattered shirt and panties, on a hotel bed in their gigantic suite, which Marcus and Abby hadn’t been to yet. One room, one bed; no room for misinterpretation which was freaking Lexa out; they were set to talk to their parents tomorrow.
“Lexa…” Clarke whined.
“Yeah baby?” Lexa said questioningly from the bathroom. Whining was not a usual Clarke trait. Unless.
“I really need you to stop stressing and come in here already.”
Lexa peeked her head out of the bathroom.
Fucking Clarke; literally. Clarke had her hand down her panties and there, on the bed, was Lexa’s strap on. Lexa groaned.
Lexa preferred Clarke’s fingers to anything else. Clarke, however, needed deeper penetration sometimes. Hence, Clarke’s strap on for her was a little smaller and was double sided. Lexa’s special one, for Clarke, which was now laying on the bed, was much larger and often took some work for Clarke to take all the way. Though, from the look and sound of it Clarke had worked herself up pretty hard already while Lexa had been ranting on in the bathroom.
“Lexa?” Clarke panted.
“Yeah?” Licking her lips and eyeing Clarke and the strap on laid out on the bed Lexa’s mouth was suddenly dry. Clarke only brought this one out when she was in a specific mood. She wanted to be fucked, hard, and full of Lexa.
“I need you to stop thinking, shut up, and put your dick on. Kay?”
“Yeah.” Lexa said.
She obeyed. Having been straight out of the shower she only had to shed her towel, but didn’t get the chance to crawl up and worship Clarke’s body like she wanted. She was thrown on her back almost instantly. Clarke’s panties had gone missing while she had adjusted the straps around herself.
“Okay then.” Lexa groaned, just going with it and tearing off Clarke’s shirt. Her girlfriend absolutely hated wearing bra’s. Necessary to every day life for her size but completely ignored in private. She reached for Clarke’s clit, groaning when she found it twice the size and thrumming with a pulse. It wasn’t long before she was batted away with a whine and positioned at Clarke’s entrance.
“Clarke are you ready already?” She asked, always the one to worry about Clarke.
“Make me ready.”
“Fuck.”
“That’s the idea.” Clarke gritted out while grinding down on the large appendage. Lexa groaned herself, her vision filled with a naked Clarke trying to get her dick inside, and said dick also grinding down on her clit.
It took Clarke careful minutes to fit the tip inside, torturous for both herself and Lexa.
“Ahhhh, god!” She finally slid down, leaving marks on Lexa’s shoulder from the grip she had on one of them.
It was slow going, and Clarke made obscene sounds through the whole process in which Lexa had to carefully manage either staying perfectly still or thrusting just slightly to work herself into Clarke’s pussy.
“Look at you.” Lexa said, breathy, as she was finally sheathed in Clarke. Clarke was sweaty, as if they had been fucking for an hour already, and her eyes were blown to almost black. She panted and whimpered just sitting there on the dildo. Lexa stroked just above Clarke’s pussy and just below her belly where she knew the cock, her cock, sat. “It’s all the way in you isn’t it baby?”
Clarke whimpered and pitched forward, a hand on Lexa’s shoulder and one on the pillow next to her head.
“You. You’re all the way in me.” She whined, starting to roll her hips. Lexa couldn’t thrust much in this position, due to the size of the dildo and being worried about hurting Clarke. Her girlfriend would have her fun for a few more minutes though and then Lexa was going to have her way.
Clarke whimpered as Lexa finally slid inside her. She hated the stressed feeling she got while grinding down on Lexa’s cock. Impatience, Lexa called it when she was in control of their coupling with this particular toy, Clarke called it torture. To be so close to her partner yet so far from full. When she finally slid down, she saw the awe in Lexa’s face, the awe that they were connected like this. She knew it was a kink for Lexa, being inside her as deep as possible, just as being filled like this was a particular kink of hers.
Lexa’s line, and the slight touch on her lower abs had her clenching and she pitched forward, catching herself on Lexa and the bed next to her head. Her hips started rolling of their own accord, and she was whimpering almost constantly. She knew what this was doing to Lexa as well, and she prepared herself mentally. The longer Clarke rolled her hips, the harder she knew she was going to get fucked.
“Lex. Lex I’m gonna come already.”
“Then come.”
“You’re so big, fuck.” Clarke loved feeling this full.
“Am I deep?” Lexa asked.
“Oh god, yes.” Clarke panted. “Ahhh… So deep, Lex.” A spasm, not quite an orgasm but a stab of feeling rushed from her pussy through her entire body. She shook, but determined to have one orgasm in this position, filled this much with Lexa, she kept rolling her hips.
“God, I wish I could put a baby in you like this.”
Clarke cried out and almost pitched forward again, clenching her hands. It was a kink she and Lexa shared. Clearly, neither one of them was ready for a child but the idea of it, of being able to conceive naturally with each other, turned them both on incredibly. Fortunately they both also shared a rich imagination. Clarke’s hips started a faster figure eight motion.
“God, I need you Lex. Please.”
“You want me? You want me to fuck you until there’s no chance of you not being pregnant.”
“Yeah. Yes. Yes Lex please…”
“You want me to fuck you hard?”
“I wanna come Lex…”
“You wanna come?”
“Fuck yes. Like this. Just once… fuck. Fuck. I’m so full of you.”
“You want me to make you come?”
“Lexaaaa.”
Lexa brought her hand down to Clarke’s clit and rubbed hard. She didn’t have patience for this, she wanted to flip Clarke over and fuck her, but if Clarke wanted to come while riding her dick, Clarke got to come while riding her dick; especially while she was being this vocal.
“Oh god. Yes baby. Yeah. Keep going. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Tell me what you feel babe.”
“Oh god. Oh. You’re big, and fuck I’m full and I’m gonna come.”
“You’re going to come.”
Clarke, with great effort, raised her head and looked Lexa dead in the eye.
“You need to look at me when you come baby?”
“Fuck. Fuck. Yes.”
“Come on baby.”
“I’m almost there. Lex… Ah… Lexa!”
And with that she was shuddering, didn’t even know how she got on her back and how Lexa had managed to flip them again but an aftershock hit her and she registered the resistance to Lexa reentering her as she came back to reality.
“Oh god, Lex I’m still…”
“I know baby, I’ve got you. I’m right here.” The thrusts were shallow and purposeful at first, while Clarke rode out her aftershocks, but soon they became erratic. Clarke whimpered again. Lexa was going to come. Just from the friction on her clit from the dildo and the idea of impregnating her. Lexa wasn’t hitting as deep anymore but she was hitting her g-spot every time she entered and rubbing it on every exit. Clarke was ready to come again.
“Lexa. Lexa please.”
“Please what baby?”
“Please come.”
“You want me to come with you baby?”
“With… with me… in me… give me…Ah god…give me that baby Lexa…”
That made Lexa lose it, as it usually did. Clarke reached down and rubbed her clit what must have been twice before she came again, the thought of Lexa actually coming inside her accelerating her orgasm and intensifying it.
Aftershocks rang through her, one after another, the only thing keeping her grounded at first was the arrhythmic thrust of Lexa’s cock inside her. The thought of Lexa pumping cum into her causing another orgasm; then it was Lexa’s soothing hand on her back, and soon her side. She wasn’t aware of being moved, just the clench of her hand as a mini-orgasm hit her going from around the blankets, to around Lexa’s bicep. She wasn’t sure how long it took her to come down but when she did it was dark out, only the lamp on Lexa’s side illuminating them. Lexa had moved from softly rubbing her arms and side to caressing her belly.
“You’ll look so beautiful one day…” Lexa mused.
“One day?” Clarke asked, too exhausted to be offended or confused, just curious.
“When we finally decide to have that baby; you’ll be so beautiful carrying our son or daughter.”
“That’s a long way off Lexa.”
“I know, love. We have wild and crazy lives to live first. I can already see it though.”
“Yeah? First we have to get through tomorrow.”
“Ugh. You had to remind me.” Lexa rolled her eyes playfully.
“Shhhh. Shut up and tell me how pretty I’m going to look again.”