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As a young girl, Clarke had often felt drawn to Lexa. She was her dad’s more interesting friend, a lawyer with a variety of interesting hobbies. She had an otherworldly collection of stories that she told with a flourish that left you gasping at the edge of your seat. Clarke often thought if Lexa wasn’t a lawyer, she’d have made an excellent writer.
She was easy on the eyes too. Absolutely drop dead gorgeous, while age had hardened her dad and their other friends, Lexa had grown more refined in her maturity. She was the only one who treated Clarke equally.
Alright, she had a crush. Lexa was her bisexual awakening, something she sensed Lexa knew since much of her teenager years were spent fumbling around conversations with the woman.
The first summer she had come back from college, she had come with a newfound confidence. With some experience under her belt, she thought she knew it all. The ins and outs of women, how to please, how to tease. How to seduce.
It was something she had to try. She owed it to her younger self. Everything else be damned. If it went up in flames, she had some amount of confidence that it would remain a secret between the two. She had two sections to her plan. She had to dress the part and she had to act the part.
On the night of her dad’s lavish birthday party, it went underway.
Clarke put on a tight, low cut black dress. Utterly gorgeous but equally slutty. When she saw the tight pursing of her mother’s lips, she knew it had been the right choice. She had gotten decked out in a vivid makeup tone. She had met Lexa’s ex, Costia. Lexa had a penchant for the more femme presenting women.
Nursing a flute of champagne, she flittered from one group to the other. Making light, easy conversation. Most seemed shocked at her appearance. Gone was the little girl they once knew; she was a woman now. She knew her charms, which part of her men and women liked. And she knew how to play it to her advantage.
By her fifth drink, Lexa had arrived. She had never been one for formality, claiming the court was enough. But even in a simple leather jacket and dark jeans, she was easily the hottest person in the party.
Schooling her expression, Clarke steeled herself. She waited an acceptable amount of time. Carefully but subtly watching as Lexa hugged her dad and handed him a present. She was always the life of the crowd and she fell into her old charming routine instantly.
When their eyes caught though, Clarke’s Lexa-watching came to a standstill. There was a look of shock, then a dawning of realisation but what she noticed was the quick sweep of Lexa’s green eyes over her, lingering a millisecond longer on her tits.
Game on.
//
“Well, well. Look at you,” Lexa greeted her, gesturing widely at her, “Are you trying to give Abby a heart attack?”
“Maybe,” Clarke grinned, taking a small bow. “Is it working?”
“You certainly look very pretty Clarke,” Lexa smiled. “Though it may be wasted on our crowd.”
“I don’t think it’s being wasted for a few certain people in this crowd,” Clarke winked.
“Yes well,” Lexa coughed, “Is college going well?”
“Fantastic. Met some amazing new people, went to lots of parties. Had some new experiences.”
“What about what you actually went to college for?” Lexa asked with a grin and a shake of her head.
“Oh, classes are going well too. It’s easy so far so I’ve been trying to enjoy my time before it gets tough.”
Lexa nodded, “That sounds like a smart idea. I just partied in my first year too. I don’t think I slept in my third year though.”
“What about you? What have you been up to in the last 6 months?”
“Well,” Lexa took a flute of champagne off a waiter, “Won a big case. Went to Nepal and did some trekking. The usual.”
“God. I envy you. I want to go trekking so bad.”
Lexa chuckled and raised a brow, “I thought you hate running?”
“Well. Trekking is prettier. And I’m all about pretty sights.”
“If you are genuinely interested,” Lexa continued, ignoring the subtle flirting, “You can tag along to my next one. I’m thinking of heading to Oregon.
Clarke smiled brightly and clapped her hands once, “I am so down for that.”
Lexa paused, eyes quickly darting at the small jiggle of Clarke’s tits before looking away. Her cheeks pinked and she gestured at a crowd in the corner, “I should go. See where your dad is hiding the good scotch. I’ll see you around Clarke.”
As far as victories went, it was a small one but it did wonders for her confidence.
//
Slightly buzzed on too much champagne, Clarke snuck into her dad’s study. The good scotch was hidden in one of her dad’s oak cabinets. For this party, it was on the second one from the big window.
“Aha!” she mumbled to herself, quickly opening it up for a quick swig.
Her palate was not really refined enough to discern between the notes of ass and whatever it was that Lexa and Jake tended to go on about. But her palate mattered very little tonight. The scotch was her in with Lexa.
Soon enough the study door creaked open and a lone figure slinked in. With practiced steps they walked towards the cabinets where Clarke was leaning, holding a tumbler of whiskey. Without the lights on, it was just the bright rays of the moonlight peering in from the window that illuminated the room.
Lexa’s eyes were even brighter under the moon and once again there was shock and recognition in them.
“I should have known,” Lexa laughed.
“Just like I knew it was you?” Clarke wordlessly handed Lexa the scotch.
“Well, hope you forgive me for saying this but your dad’s a real bastard with the drinks at his big parties,” Lexa took the offered bottle and poured it into one of the tumblers Jake kept in his cabinet.
“Oh, I know.”
“Here’s to stealing Jake’s booze,” Lexa grinned holding her glass up.
Clarke clinked it with a smile.
//
“No really!” Lexa laughed, “They really do show My Cousin Vinny in law school. It’s a fantastic way of teaching evidence and cross examination.”
“It seems unlikely. But you are the lawyer here.”
“Besides Marissa Tomei is smoking ho-” Lexa stopped herself and shook her head, “You should just watch it.”
“No please complete that other sentence,” Clarke grinned, “I’m starting to understand why you like it so much now.”
“I’m not that shallow, Clarke. But fine it may be a factor. This scotch always gets me on these impassioned rants.”
“I like it when you get like that,” Clarke whispered, boldly placing her hand on Lexa’s wrist. The skin was warm to touch and the contact felt like an explosive spark.
Lexa raised her brow at the touch but didn’t remove it.
“Tell me something Clarke. Did you ever manage to satisfy your curiosity about women? What you once confided in me about.”
“I did.”
“What was the verdict?”
“The verdict was,” Clarke paused for an answer, “the verdict is that I am bi.”
“And so now that you have come out as bi, you figured it was time to try your luck with me?”
Figures. She never should have tried to play a lawyer.
“Well, is it working?” she countered.
“You are my best friend’s daughter.”
“I didn’t ask our relation to each other. I asked,” Clarke’s hand slipped from Lexa’s wrist and trailed up her arm, “if it is working.”
“That is still my answer. Take from that what you will,” whatever admission Lexa made, she still made no move to get away from Clarke or take it further.
So, Clarke, fuelled by liquid courage stepped up and placed a light kiss on Lexa’s jaw.
Then as if a light had been lit, Lexa crashed her lips against Clarke’s. The kiss was hungry, brimming with passion and finally unleashed want. But underneath the hungry push and pull, there was a gentleness to Lexa too. Just as quickly as they kissed, Lexa placed her hand on Clarke’s stomach to push her away.
Her lips were swollen from the kisses and her eyes had glazed over but there was a look of resignation that made Clarke pause.
“I can’t. I’m sorry, Clarke.”
//
Clarke never gave up. It was a quality she had, almost to a fault. It certainly was in that occasion. All she knew really was the taste of Lexa’s lips – a faint cherry chapstick and the smokiness of expensive scotch. What she could only do after that encounter in the study was to chase after the older woman.
Lexa seemed uneasy in her steps. She was still stone cold sober. Clarke had seen Lexa and her dad down an entire bottle in one sitting and still remain in almost perfect control of their senses. No, Lexa was uneasy because of Clarke.
Instead of sticking to the aggressive approach, she chose to hold off. Allow Lexa to simmer in the feeling and come to a sudden boil again on her own. Lexa was busy allowing herself to be flirted with by an extremely attractive woman. On any other day, Clarke’s bold new outlook on life might have seen her trying her luck with the woman. But today was meant for Clarke and Lexa.
It was as though Lexa was well aware of this too, because occasionally she would break off and searching eyes would look for a flash of blonde. Her eyes would carefully, hungrily follow Clarke’s form.
Clarke caught up with Lexa near a food table. She had finally managed to break herself off from the lady momentarily. Clarke sidled up close to Lexa. As if by instinct her spine straightened up and she stood there silently, waiting.
“I’m going to retire to my room. You are free to come up and join me. If you don’t, I’ll know that you don’t truly want it and respect your wishes,” Clarke whispered carefully.
In answer, Lexa simply nodded once.
“You could have all of me. Any way you wanted.”
For once, the lawyer simply gaped, speechless.
//
Clarke waited close to an hour. She had kicked her heels off but kept the dress and makeup on hoping that perhaps Lexa would be the one to peel them off. She had finally given up once the clock struck midnight. The party was still in full swing. But the taste of defeat was bittersweet and she was ready to end the day.
It was when she was taking off her earrings by her dressing table when her door opened ominously. There was no sign of movement at first but then a steely faced Lexa entered. Clarke turned to face her in surprise.
“No one can find out,” Lexa asserted.
“No one will find out,” Clarke repeated, taking a step towards her.
“Then come here Clarke,” Lexa ordered.
A thrill went up Clarke’s spine, both at the tone of Lexa’s voice which left no room for dissent and also at the prospect of finally fulfilling a long held fantasy.
Lexa took command, drawing her in for a deep, rough kiss. She nipped at Clarke’s lip and licked at her tongue.
“You meant what you said? I can have all of you, any way I want?”
“I forgot to add one more – you can have me as long as you want.”
In lieu of an answer, Lexa simply grabbed Clarke’s hand and placed it over her crotch. At the hint of Lexa’s cock barely contained seemingly monstrous, Clarke could only lick her lips and squeeze lightly.
“I didn’t realise…” Clarke trailed, looking up at Lexa.
She had known Lexa was trans, she was always open about it. She had transitioned so long ago and in a time that was so vicious. Lexa always had the sombre look of a warrior who had dealt with far too much but with the easiness of one that had conquered their demons.
Clarke hadn’t really known what to expect.
“It was never really in my immediate plans,” Lexa shrugged, “Is it okay?”
“Of course,” Clarke leaned in to place a ghost of a kiss on Lexa’s lips. “But are there any dos or don’ts?”
“Clarke,” Lexa started a quick up and down of Lexa’s hand over her cock. “Sweet of you to ask, I promise I’ll stop you if you do something I don’t like. But I gotta fuck you right now. You’ve got me so pent up.”
Getting back into her usual role after a sober pause was surprisingly easy. Clarke shot Lexa her best smoulder and sat back down on her bed. She began pulling at the straps of her dress, allowing it to fall over – not completely but enough for Lexa’s eyes to bulge out. Her erection by now was straining her jeans in a noticeable tent.
“I wore this for you. To get you to come up here and fuck me. I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve always wondered how you would fuck me.”
Lexa chuckled, coming closer until her knees hit the bed. She cupped Clarke’s tits, already gently playing with them.
“I always knew Clarke. But you wanted it, so now you’ll take it all. If I go too far say red and I’ll stop,” Lexa husked, Clarke nodded once in understanding. “Now, unzip me and take my cock out.”
Clarke scrambled up. With slightly shaky hands, she unclasped Lexa’s belt buckle and unzipped her jeans to pull it down. The act of finally fulfilling her desires left her body warm, just raring to go. She was so pent up, even a simple touch threatened to completely render her loose.
Lexa’s cock was threatening to burst out through her boxer-briefs. It pushed against the front. But her arousal beat whatever intimidation it made her feel. With a deep breath, Clarke pulled down Lexa’s underwear, coming face to face for the first time with her cock.
It was a pretty sight, befitting of the woman it was attached to. The size and girth seemed a challenge but that was where her new experience would come in handy. It was warm to touch and the first instance of her wrapping her fist around and jacking it got a satisfied hiss out of Lexa. Her foreskin slipped down to reveal and pink cockhead and a bead of pre cum.
Without thinking, Clarke leaned forward to lap up the salty drop. Lexa raised her brow in surprise.
“Look at you – such a slut. You like this old cock that much?” Lexa taunted, grabbing herself by the base and swatting Clarke’s cheeks in quick succession. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight, Clarke.”
Lexa landed another harsh slap before plopping herself down on Clarke’s face. Her cock was big enough to cover her entire face, in fact her face was dwarfed by the length. She settled her heavy balls on Clarke’s mouth, nudging them in.
“Suck my balls,” she ordered and Clarke instantly began licking them up.
They were too big to suck up together, she paid individual attention to them. It tasted mostly of salt and sweat but it was addictive altogether. Soon enough, Clarke was slobbering over them, sucking them up dutifully, working her tongue to provide the utmost pleasure. Lexa’s cock twitched on her face, her pre cum dripping down her hairline.
Her devotion left Lexa’s drooping sack gleaming with spit. They were shiny, sparkling clean. Clarke’s attention had already left the older woman dangerously close to the edge. She stood back and Clarke immediately missed the heavy weight of her cock.
“Who’d have thought that an 18 year old like you would be such a good ball cleaner,” Lexa pondered, placing her thumb inside Clarke’s mouth, “Open your mouth wide and relax your throat. I need to get myself lubed up for your tits.”
Clarke immediately complied, opening her mouth as wide as possible. Lexa watched for a heavy minute, let her fester in the utter depravity of the situation. On her knees, waiting for her dad’s friend with an age difference of close to 30 years, to fuck her throat.
And then Lexa unceremoniously shoved herself in. Clarke gagged almost as soon as the first several inches were comfortably parked into her throat. Mentally berating herself for this moment of weakness, Clarke tried to relax her throat more under the onslaught of the invading cock. It was harder said than done. Not only was the iron grip of Lexa’s hands on her head completely restricting her freedom but she just didn’t care about Clarke in that moment. All she cared about was shoving as much of her cock as she could and getting her pleasure.
Clarke was dripping in her thongs.
“God you’re eager to please. You learn all this at college Clarke?” Lexa asked, finally taking her cock.
Clarke gasped for breath, she rubbed at her face to clean off the running mascara.
“I-yes! I wanted to- I wanted to be ready for you!” she admitted, shame colouring her cheeks.
There was an odd expression on Lexa’s face at that. It wasn’t anything negative, in fact it switched to something more fiery, lustful.
“Lay down on the bed and hold your tits together,” Lexa said, voice thick with arousal. “You’ve been tempting me with these all night. Right from the start. Can’t think straight anymore.”
Lexa sidled up knees on either side of Clarke’s torso, and dropped herself down in between her tits. Clarke pushed her tits together completely engulfing the cock in a soft embrace. Lexa groaned, throwing her head back and exposing her lovely neck. Clarke just wanted to sink her teeth into the skin.
“Keep your mouth open.”
There was something compelling about the way Lexa dominated her. It came naturally. It was a quiet sort of command; she wouldn’t overtly inflict herself on Clarke but the gravity of her orders had her scrambling to obey. Submission was easily given; she didn’t really have to take.
Clarke lay there, holding her tits together and pushing them up and down to match Lexa’s shallow thrusts. This particular experience she’d never had before but she wasn’t a stranger to the concept. Lexa began a faster motion, moving up closer so that her cockhead pushed up against Clarke’s mouth each time.
That was why her mouth was open. She focussed more on catching and sucking her cock than keeping her breasts in place; it worked just as well, Lexa was clearly close to the edge and preferred more control. She groped and held the fat mounds in place and went at it on a frenzy. In a sudden staccato of her hips, Lexa groaned aloud and began to spurt her cum across Clarke’s chest and face. Ropes of cum painted her white, Clarke kept her mouth open trying to catch something in her mouth. She was rewarded near the end, when a solid, sticky rope of cum landed on her mouth. Clarke hungrily swallowed, uncaring of how slutty it made her look.
Lexa seemed enamoured by her devotion in fact and she got up, squeezing everything she could with her foreskin and shoving her head inside for one last suck. Clarke hollowed her mouth and sucked as hard as she possibly could.
“You liked that?” Lexa asked.
Clarke just nodded.
“Say thank you and give my balls a kiss,” Lexa dropped down, smothering Clarke with her ballsack.
“Tmankyou,” came a muffled answer followed by a wet kiss on the seam of her sack.
Satisfied, Lexa got up, her eyes roved across Clarke’s form in clear appreciation of her debauched state.
//
“Takes me a while to get going again,” Lexa mumbled, “Hormones and old age. Not a pretty combination in this case.”
“S’alright,” Clarke replied, still sprawled on her bed with Lexa’s cum drying on her tits and face.
“Just enough time for me to eat that college pussy,” Lexa grinned dirtily. She tugged down Clarke’s underwear and whistled at the glistening pussy now revealed. “Such a pretty little cunt,” Lexa trailed her finger over Clarke’s folds and pressed against her clit. Clarke shivered at the attention.
“Maybe I should have told you that I have a weakness for younger women. Maybe not long term but you are all such good fucks,” Lexa dipped a finger into Clarke’s tight hole. “Always the tightest. Comes so easily and tastes so good.”
Lexa popped her finger out, inspecting the sticky cum stuck on it. She extended her hand and nudged Clarke’s lips until she got the message and sucked on it.
“How do you taste?”
“Uh-” Clarke gaped.
“You’ve eaten out girls before I assume. How do you taste in comparison with other college pussy?”
“Good. You uh won’t be disappointed.”
With a smirk, Lexa buried her head between Clarke’s legs. She swiped her tongue across her pussy, licking up all the wetness that had been pooling. Lexa moaned into her, took out her head for a brief moment, face coated with Clarke’s arousal, “You were right.”
Diving back down again, Lexa was almost systematic in the way she set out to break down Clarke’s resolve. She tested out the waters first, thrusting into Clarke with two of her fingers and seeing what brought out the longest moans. Then she settled her mouth firmly over her clit. She licked up her quivering clit in a quick motion. Clarke almost shot off her bed at the combined pleasure.
Lexa didn’t falter no matter how much Clarke thrashed about. Her mouth was firmly latched on and her long fingers were at it, thrusting fast and curling up to scrape at her walls. She drank Clarke for all she was worth.
It was noisy too. No one had ever devoured Clarke with his much thirst. It was as though Lexa was possessed, parched and Clarke was the only source for miles.
“Fuck! Lexa that feels so fucking good!” Clarke shrieked. Her hand went to grasp at Lexa’s mane.
Lexa went on, without a pause for even a breath. Clarke’s peak came embarrassingly quickly, the minute Lexa began to suck on her clit. And the more she gushed the noisier Lexa was at slurping her up. She didn’t stop when Clarke came the first time. Only went at it harder to get the second one. That came too, on the tail end of the first orgasm.
And then finally, once Clarke’s cries of pleasure turned more pained by over sensitivity, Lexa stopped, not before licking up all of her cum. She sat up, Clarke’s cum shining on her grinning face.
“Best drink Jake had tonight,” Lexa joked, draping herself on top of Clarke.
Clarke laughed, “That’s easily the dirtiest thing you said to me tonight.”
“You’re the one fucking your dad’s friend,” Lexa muttered, kissing Clarke’s jaw. “You laughed.”
“Mm. I love dirty,” Clarke kissed Lexa, “This drink was just for you.”
“I’m ready to go again,” Lexa said in between kisses. “I need to fuck you so bad.”
“Fuck me. Take this young pussy, ruin me.”
“Fuck,” Lexa blurted out. She planted one last, hungry kiss on Clarke before sitting up for a brief second. “Condom?”
“I’m on the pill.”
Lexa chuckled at the over eager reply, “There are more reasons than that to wear condoms.”
“Could we not have this lesson right now? I’m clean! I’ve never done it without – I want you to be my first raw fuck,” Clarke said.
“You really fucking know how to get under my skin don’t you,” Lexa said through gritted teeth. “Fine.”
Lexa gripped her cock in hand, that’s when Clarke got a glimpse of just how hard she was. Somehow all this time the math didn’t connect in her mind. That was going to seriously hurt. And judging by the fire in Lexa’s eyes – she didn’t care.
Lexa was more girthy than long, she met more resistance trying to fit in. But with a forceful thrust she finally managed to penetrate Clarke. And what a glorious stretch it was. Completely painful, Lexa’s cock had stretched her to the limit.
Lexa didn’t even pause to give Clarke a pause. Clarke had asked for this after all. So, she kept surging forward, trying to bury her cock to the balls. Lexa grunted above her, drops of sweat beading at her forehead. She grit her teeth and hissed at the velvet cocoon that was Clarke’s tight cunt. It was possibly the tightest fit she ever had. Or maybe it was more of a psychological thing.
Her best friend’s daughter, a girl she had helped raise too was under her, getting dicked down within an inch of her life. And what truly blew this crazy situation out of the water was that his daughter was so eager for her cock. She was willing to ruin it all, pussy included, just for this moment.
When she finally settled in completely, to the balls, Lexa grinned widely in triumph and then without warning, began to thrust. It was tough, Clarke was barely letting her go. But through will, she began to go fast, rough. So rough that Clarke cried out in pain. Lexa clasped her hand over Clarke’s mouth, and began to pump away until Clarke’s tears and spit stained her hand.
“Wait – wait. It hurts. Give me a second please,” Clarke began to beg when Lexa took her hand off.
“C’mon baby,” Lexa continued on, ignoring Clarke’s pleas. She began to lick at Clarke’s neck trailing up to her ear. “This is what you wanted. You’re gonna take what you wanted. You’re gonna sit there and let me use you. Got it?”
“Stop for a second. Just need to – it really hurts. You’re too big.”
“I am,” Lexa sucked on her earlobe. “I am the biggest you’re gonna get. I don’t know what limp dick losers have been fucking you. It’s time you had a real cock from a real woman to show you what fucking is. This is how girls like you are supposed to please. So be quiet and take my cock.”
“Fuck,” Clarke cried, tears escaping her.
“You wanted this. You wanted me to ruin you. You pushed me this far,” Lexa whispered into Clarke’s ear.
“I want this,” Clarke mumbled back, letting the force of Lexa’s thrusts push her back on the bed.
“That’s right. Fuck Clarke you’re such a fucking slut. I’m your daddy’s age. Huh? You whored yourself out for an old woman like me huh?” Lexa gently slapped gripped Clarke by her cheeks. “You like this old lady cock so much?”
“Ido,” came Clarke’s garbled reply.
“This is how we fuck.”
Lexa began to jackhammer her cock, hard and fast. It took up all her stamina. It wasn’t in any way sustainable but Lexa was past the point of caring. She needed to cum. She needed to finish this destruction, this conquering. Paint Clarke’s pussy with her seed so deep the reminder of Lexa would never leave her.
Not when some limp dicked Tom, Dick or Harry was fucking her in college. Clarke would always be taken by Lexa.
“I’m gonna cum inside you, Clarke,” Lexa warned breathlessly. Her toned body was shining with sweat and her muscles were burning from over exertion but her cock was throbbing, so close to the finish line. Her balls drew up and Lexa shouted Clarke’s name hoarsely before dropping her head down to tuck it next to Clarke.
And in thick ropes she began to cum inside. It was the best nut of her life. Clarke’s walls tightened around her, milking her cock until her balls were completely empty. Lexa groaned into her neck before suddenly sitting up and taking out her cock. She aimed her still twitching cock on the rest of Clarke’s pussy, painting her folds and clit white with her semen.
“Holy fuck. Clarke,” Lexa panted, smiling. She whistled at Clarke’s gaping hole and snapped her fingers at the blonde. “Get yourself off. Rub your clit.”
Clarke’s arms were too heavy in that moment but she needed to obey no matter what. She began to rub herself furiously, smearing Lexa’s cum all over her hands and thighs. Clarke was utterly shameless in the way that she was masturbating for Lexa. It didn’t even feel like she was coming for herself. Her orgasm felt more like it was owed to Lexa.
“Cum for me. Come for me, Clarke. Say my name.”
“Lexa. Lexa. Please. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum for you! FUCK! LEXA!”
What it finally took was the searing look Lexa was giving her. The way her gaze seemed to possess her mind and soul. And then she gave herself to Lexa. She came – squirted in fact. A gush of fluid hit Lexa square on her stomach and crotch. It drenched the bed and Clarke wailed in pleasure.
She almost passed out. It felt like she had left the mortal realm and she was floating instead. On a plane not anywhere near Earth.
//
When she came to, she found herself nestled on the bed. A still very naked but clearly very tired Lexa next to her.
“How – how long was I out?” Clarke asked gingerly.
“About 5 minutes. Enough time to clean you up. Though I suggest changing the bedsheets in the morning. That half of the bed is ruined,” Lexa smiled.
“Jesus. Are you always this good at sex? Why did Costia ever leave you?” Clarke thought aloud, cheeks pinking when she realised she vocalised it.
“That’s one of the perks of fucking old people. It might take us a while to get it up but we have experience. And I am particularly good, yes,” Lexa laughed. “As for Costia, I guess amazing sex just didn’t cut it.”
Clarke nodded sagely, “Was this a one-time thing?”
“I – well. It was when I walked in here.”
“And now?”
“I guess. I guess I would like to do it again while you’re still here,” Lexa said somewhat shyly, “That is, if you want to?”
“Are you kidding!?” Clarke jumped up, landing a long kiss on Lexa. “There’s nothing I want more.”