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Lexa groaned as she flopped down on the bed.
“We have a problem.”
Clarke looked up from her tablet.
“Which would be?”
Lexa just tossed the card on top of the pile of mail she’d brought in to Clarke.
“Oh shit.”
“Yep. Your mom and Marcus’ wedding invitation. I told you we’d have to deal with them eventually.”
“Lex there is literally nothing wrong with this. Marcus is your stepdad. Technically that doesn’t even make us stepsisters when they get married.”
“Your mother will murder me when she finds out we’ve been together since before college.”
“Murder you?”
“What. I’m older. I should know better or something. Besides… all those summers spent together at the lake house…” Lexa shook her head.
“Where they left us by ourselves because he wanted to take mom on vacation. Lexa, at least Marcus is okay with the fact that you’re gay. Mom can’t even say the word Bisexual.”
“Yeah, so what are they going to do when they find out their perfect daughters have really been having an illicit affair behind their backs for over a decade.”
“Affair. Is what we are just an affair Lex? We’ve been together for twelve years. Literally everyone else important knows we are not just roommates.”
“I think you missed my key word. Illicit. As in forbidden romance. As in will get Marcus and your mom in the papers for weeks when they find out their shining senators’ daughters are fucking.”
“You are being dramatic.” Clarke crawled over to Lexa’s side of the bed and straddled her. Lexa’s eyes widened, Clarke always had one thing on her mind when she acted all catlike. “We are adults.”
“We weren’t when we got together.”
“We are adults.” Clarke unbuttoned the top button of Lexa’s business shirt. “The only reason we aren’t married yet is we agreed to let mom and Marcus make it to the big wedding before we told them.” Another button gone. “It.” Clarke laid a kiss on the exposed skin of Lexa’s breasts before popping another button. “Will.” Kiss, and Lexa remembered why she and Clarke fit so well together. “Be.” Another kiss to exposed skin and Lexa’s breathing sped up a little bit even as her anxious heart started to calm down even as her heartbeat sped up. “Fine.”
“Clarke.” Lexa groaned as her girlfriend popped the button on her slacks. “We need to talk about what were gonna do.”
“Not right now we don’t.” Clarke stripped off her comfortable Capitan America t-shirt. Lexa groaned again, Clarke’s magnificent tits were not encased by a bra. As Clarke leaned down to kiss her she suddenly remembered between work and Clarke’s exhibit opening up they hadn’t had sex in two weeks. Which was probably longer than they’d gone since Lexa went off to college.
Lexa gave in and slid her hand up and grabbed a handful of Clarke’s tits while she was worked out of her pants. Clarke was still in her paint splashed jeans… which Lexa briefly remembered they’d had a fight about her wearing in bed about a week ago and then promptly ceased to care she was wearing them in bed today… and Lexa protested as Clarke slid a hand into her panties.
Clarke knew she preferred to be able to feel her partner close without the netting of clothing.
“Shut it Lex.” Clarke mumbled into the kiss before making her way down her neck as her hand brushed Lexa’s engorged clit. Lexa whimpered and Clarke would have grinned but she was on a mission. “You never know when Raven’s gonna call about some issue with the club. I haven’t touched you in weeks.”
“Oh-” Lexa’s whole body twitched as Clarke gathered wetness from her center and came back up to rub her clit some more. “Kay… fuck.” She suddenly realized that her body wouldn’t allow her to protest even if she really wanted to. She craved Clarke, and had ever since they first kissed at fifteen. Clarke rubbed patterns into her clit as her hips jerked up, Lexa felt empty but she knew Clarke was going to use her as she wanted right now. So many years together let her know Clarke’s mood just by the way she kissed her on her way back up her neck. The kiss was deep and dangerous. Lexa loved every minute of it.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Clarke broke the kiss and entered her in one swift motion, also simultaneously somehow pulling down the cup of her bra to capture a rock hard nipple in her mouth.
“Oh god… Klark… fuck…” Clarke grinned and just raised a thumb to batter her poor clit.
“You want it fast?” Clarke asked, kissing her way back up to her lips. Lexa nodded, making something that resembled a sound. Fuck she hadn’t had Clarke inside her for weeks. How had she managed not having Clarke inside her for weeks?
“Yeah? Faster Lex?” Lexa nodded faster, knowing what Clarke wanted but being too far gone to fast to give it right away. Her body shook.
“Yeah.” She breathed. “Yes. God yes.”
“Yeah, faster?” Lexa groaned and answered again. Clarke nodded, and Lexa saw her own lids were heavy and she was panting with desire as well. “Okay, hold on baby.”
Lexa did as told as she felt Clarke speed up her motions inside her and around her clit even as the kiss slowed down. She gripped Clarke’s back and pulled her close with one hand, another slipping under the waistband of her baggy jeans to get a better grip on her partner. Lexa’s hips matched Clarke’s pace for as long as she could before they started to falter. Eventually the rhythmic thrusting of Lexa’s hips gave way to the power of Clarke’s thrusting fingers and she just laid back and shivered. Clarke was hitting her spot on almost every re-entry and her clit felt like it was twice its usual size as her girlfriend slid over it with her thumb.
Lexa’s hands clenched as her insides clenched around Clarke, shuddering and sputtering profanities. Clarke didn’t stop, but slowed down to help her through her first orgasm. She shuddered through two more before Clarke pulled out of her with a groan, sitting up and cleaning her fingers with her mouth.
“God you are hot when you come for me.”
Clarke gasped as she ended up on her back. Her plan had worked and Lexa’s superior endurance showed itself again. It was probably all that time at the gym perfecting those insanely perfect abs.
“Lexa, hurry.” Clarke panted. They’d been so busy, and she needed her partner so badly she was already shaking. Thankfully for her Lexa was clearly feeling all business and no play as she divested herself of the rest of her clothing and pulled Clarke’s jeans and panties off in one fell swoop.
“Shut up.” Clarke groaned. Fuck, Lexa was in that mood. “The only thing I want to hear out of you until I’ve made you come at least twice is my name and how you want it.” Then suddenly her nipples were being sucked on and her breasts kneaded and tweaked until she was crying out. Clarke obeyed her orders.
“Lex.” Her hips were canting up. She hadn’t gone this long without Lexa inside her in years and her body was not at all happy about it. “Lex, mouth, please baby.”
Lexa didn’t even respond, just kissed and nipped and bit her way down her abdomen and straight to her core. Clarke didn’t have time to protest as a hot mouth came down on her clit, sucking for a few seconds and then pulling back to gently coax her too sensitive clit out of its hood. She could feel her heartbeat in it and cried out at the feeling.
“Inside. Inside Lex. Inside, inside in… ohhhgodyes.” Lexa’s tongue entered her quickly and the fucking she received was rivaled by nothing she could remember. Her hips canted up and a hand gripped Lexa’s hair crying out again, profanities and Lexa’s name over and over again.
Just as she started coming a ringtone she recognized went off next to her head.
“Oh fuck.” She grabbed for the phone, fumbling but Lexa didn’t stop, working her through her orgasm as Clarke saw Octavia’s picture popped up on the screen. Lexa slid two fingers in her and Clarke shuddered.
“Answer it and I’ll stop.” Lexa was next to her ear.
“It could… ah… could be the gallery…”
“The gallery will be there after you come again.” Lexa’s voice was hard and demanding and Clarke shuddered at it. Her partner took the phone out of her hand and set it on the table again, speeding up her thrusts and tripping her thumb expertly over Clarke’s clit.
“Lexa…”
“Yes love?” Lexa growled.
“Lexa I need you, Ah god…”
“I know babe, hold on.” Thrusts faster, panting harder, paired with soft kisses and the feel of Lexa’s back as she scratched down it caused Clarke to fall over the edge again, and then again quickly after. Clarke had unusually intense orgasms sometimes and she let out a sob as the last one flooded over her, locking her body as Lexa lavished love over it. She shook and let out what sound she could as the first of what was likely many aftershocks hit her.
“Lexa…”
“I’m here baby.” Clarke didn’t know how she ended up curled into Lexa’s side riding out her aftershocks but she rarely did and always just appreciated the soft loving caresses over her side, back and hair that Lexa provided as she whimpered through her the jolts that randomly hit her body. She was still shaking as Lexa pulled one of the throw blankets over them and her phone went off again.
Clarke didn’t even have to tell her partner to answer it. Lexa just reached over and tapped in the code.
“It was Octavia, baby, but she’s trying to get ahold of me for Raven.”
Clarke just nodded. It was not uncommon for their friends and business partners to pass messages through them when the other was unavailable. Apparently Lexa’s phone was on their kitchen table so she called Raven back on Clarke’s after texting Octavia. She would never actually leave Clarke after an orgasm that intense, even though it once ended up in almost getting them caught when Lexa was seventeen.
“Yeah, no its Lexa, my phone died.”
Snarky comment by the sound of it from this end.
“Yeah. Yeah, make fun I know you haven’t gotten laid in a month.”
Rude word directed towards Lexa.
“What did you want, Rey?”
Silence as Raven said something into the phone.
“Yeah, no go ahead and hire the new DJ if you think they’re good, I have to run them past you and your equipment regs anyway, so long as we have something for Saturday.”
More muttering.
“Yes, we got the invitation too. I’ll let you know what we decide to do after we talk. Yeah. Okay, later Reyes.”
“What’s up?” Clarke had regained speech.
“Not much, just trying to find a new DJ for Polaris.”
Silence for a minute. Then soft lips brushing Clarke’s forhead.
“Thank you for getting me out of my head babe.”
“I like you out of your head. Kay?”
“Kay. Love you.”
Clarke was pretty sure that she said it back before she was asleep.