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“You wanna go?” Clarke asked, her eyebrow quirked with a smirk, speaking over the sound of the other players talking. She was practically smiling at the brunette, trying to provoke her. The referee was telling her to cool it, but Clarke could only watch the other player, who was glaring at her, wanting to pounce if anything. “I’m right here.” She added, the other finally trying to step up to her but the referee threw himself between.
“Cool it!” He warned, “Both of you.” He looked between the two of them, Clarke with a small mischievous look in her eyes and Lexa glaring. “Or you’re both done.”
“Are you going to call that a foul or what?” Lexa turned her eyes to the referee, no hint of emotion in her eyes, maybe only a little annoyance.
“Oh come on,” Clarke tried to brush it of, “That was jus-”
“Zip it.” The referee shut her down, looking back at Lexa, “And no, not a foul.”
Why did it have to get so heated every time they were playing against each other? Why did every little thing turn into a full blown argument? Why did their teammates have to practically hold them back from each other every time there was a disagreement? It was annoying how much Lexa couldn’t just stand the blonde; she doesn’t know what it was about her that just made her so infuriating. Maybe it was the annoying smirk that seemed to be always present, or maybe how she winked every time she caught Lexa’s eye. She made her skin crawl, Clarke gave her this weird feeling in her stomach that gave her an adrenaline rush. Just looking at her made Lexa want to pick up her game, do anything to not lose. Even her teammates agreed, she played better when playing against Clarke.
Clarke just liked annoying her, it was a little too easy to get on her nerves; looking at her the wrong way, a smirk here and there, it didn’t take much. She couldn’t really put her finger on it, but she didn’t like the other player too much. She was too intense, took everything too serious, and Clarke’s not sure if she’s ever even seen her smile. Clarke was keeping score between her team and Lexa’s; it almost felt personal now, much less a team thing but just a personal competition between her and the brunette.
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“Good game,” Lexa heard a familiar voice behind her as she walked down the hotel’s hallway to her hotel room for the next few days. She turned around, finding the blonde’s blue eyes. Lexa’s neutral look changed to an annoyed one, continuing to walk as the blonde caught up to her.
“Thanks,” Lexa muttered, not stopping, Clarke now walking in stride with her. “You too.”
“Kicked your ass,” Clarke shrugged, sounding smug.
Lexa turned her head to her, noticing that smirk she hated so much, “Are you staying here?” She asked nonchalantly.
“Yeah,” Clarke nodded, “Room 335.”
Lexa let out a long slow sigh, “That’s across the hall from me.” She stopped herself from rolling her eyes, “Awesome.”
“You don’t like me, do you?” Clarke asked knowingly as they continued to walk.
“I think the feeling’s mutual.” Lexa shrugged to herself, the two of them reaching their rooms. Lexa leaned back against her door, reaching back and unlocking it, “Actually, I can’t stand you.” She added bluntly.
“That feeling’s also mutual.” Clarke replied, a forced smile playing on her lips. “But the passion’s usually a good thing.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She tilted her head slightly in confusion. But instead of a reply, Clarke only stepped closer, pressing her lips against Lexa’s. Lexa froze for a moment before she realized what was happening, she didn’t know what to do really, did she want to kiss back, did she want to push her away…? She didn’t know so all Lexa did was give in, letting Clarke push her up against the door.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the game” Clarke spoke against her lips. “And I think about you at night. After. Every. Game.” She added, her voice breathy and quiet.
Lexa kissed back this time, not knowing what had come over her, her mind was still foggy and too exhausted from the match to be thinking clearly. “Oh yeah?” She asked, wanting Clarke to continue, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t.
Clarke hummed against her in agreement, “All sweaty and breathless,” Lexa could feel her lips curl into a smile. “Can’t get it out of my head.”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about the same thing.” Lexa replied. “Every now and then.” It was true, she did think about her. Clarke may be annoying and irritating on the pitch but that didn’t take away from the fact that Lexa was very much attracted to her.
“So you get off to thinking about yourself?” Clarke asked sarcastically, causing Lexa to stop suddenly, her eyes shooting open.
“No, I meant-” Lexa tried to correct herself, bringing her head away slightly, putting some distance between her and Clarke.
Clarke couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, she was actually cute when not murdering her with her eyes. “I know what you meant.” She stopped her. “So do you wanna invite me in or do you just want me to leave ‘cause you can’t stand me?”
Her mind was still foggy, the exhaustion from the game paired with what just happened made it a little hard to think. Lexa just watched her blankly, trying to form words before finally opening her mouth, “Why don’t you come inside?” She finally asked, doing her best to sound like she had her voice under control. Lexa was still mostly just confused; sure there was chemistry between the two of them, anyone watching their games knew that – but it was the explosive and destructive kind of chemistry. Clarke was attractive, there was no getting around that, and there were a few images of her, sweaty and breathless and maybe lying on the grass on her back that Lexa couldn’t get out of her mind. “I’m gonna get you a drink.” Lexa didn’t really ask, only waited till Clarke was inside before closing the door and making her way towards the mini bar.
“Aren’t we like, not supposed to drink between games?” Clarke asked with a quirked eyebrow – it’s not like half her team listened to that unless the game was the next morning.
“Well you see,” Lexa started, standing up straight with two bottles of beer in her hand as she closed the mini fridge. “This was my last game of the season, you knocked us out.” She answered matter-of-factly. “And I don’t really care about you, there’s nothing new about that.”
“That’s true.” Clarke nodded as Lexa handed her one of the bottles. “You’re still hot as hell though, that’s why I’m here really.” She shrugged. “How do you wind down after a game?” Clarke asked Lexa casually once Lexa sat down on the couch next to her. From what Clarke could tell, Lexa’s room was identical to the one she was staying in. It was quite big, a decent sized living room with a couch and TV that the kitchen opened into. There was one door there other than the one they had come in through, that led into the bedroom – the door was open, the bed made.
“Well, if we’re out of the game,” Lexa started, “I have a bit to drink to calm the nerves.” She answered, “Then go to bed.”
“That’s boring.” Clarke rolled her eyes, “What if you have another game?” She asked instead.
“Play video games, take another shower, then go to bed.” Lexa answered simply.
“That’s even worse.”
“What do you do?” Lexa asked instead, sounding a little annoyed.
“You know how I said I think about you after every game?” Clarke reminded her, Lexa nodding in response. “Yeah, I get myself off.” She stated simply. “Usually anyways,” She shrugged lightly. “Every now and then I might get someone to help out.”
“Is that all I am right now?” Lexa asked, feigning hurt. “Someone to help you get off?”
“Kind of yeah.” Clarke nodded, “I mean, you can’t stand me, so why would you be anything more?”
Lexa only gave her a smug, suggestive smile. “I’ll make you wanna keep coming back.”
“Someone’s confident.” Clarke smiled, “Guess that goes beyond just the soccer pitch.”
“And you’re still getting on my nerves.” Lexa shrugged, “So we’re both consistent.”
“Are you consistent in bed though?” Clarke questioned, her tone serious now. “I mean, you’re cocky on the pitch but you put your feet where you mouth is – I mean, you’re a pretty decent player.” She admitted reluctantly. “But does this hold up in bed?”
“Do you want to find out?”
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Clarke had wanted to leave after they were both done. She wanted to go back to her room because this was just sex and nothing else, they didn’t even like each other to be honest. If anything though, that made the whole night much better. Their explosive chemistry seemed to translate very well off the pitch and in the bed. Honestly, this was probably one of the best nights Clarke has spent with anyone – top five definitely. The passion, the drive, the intensity didn’t seem to just be restricted to just when they were on the pitch and playing against each other. It was just red hot passion, and every second of it was intense.
So yes, Clarke would’ve preferred to have left right after; get up, grab her clothes and walk out of Lexa’s room and back to her’s. But she was worn out, and Lexa seemed insistent on wanting her to just stay the night here because “there’s no point in getting out of bed to just walk across the hallway”. It was no more than a couple of minutes after that that Lexa fell asleep, her hand on Clarke’s arm almost keeping her there. And Clarke…well, she didn’t want to move because it might’ve woken Lexa up so she decided to just sleep there with Lexa.
There was something else though, that made Clarke stay. Just the sight of Lexa right then, asleep and calm and at peace, some things Clarke never saw in her because she only saw the brunette on the field. There was something…pure about it, just the softness of her face, those gentle features which seem anything but when she’s glaring her down on the pitch. She actually looked like she could be a decent person who Clarke could get along with. That was unusual, usually just the sight of her that made Clarke’s blood boil. But when she was asleep, not competitive, but just…gentle, she seemed a lot different. If anything, a part of her wanted to get to know what Lexa was while when not in that jersey.
Right now, Clarke was still in bed, just stirring awake as she found herself turning to face Lexa’s side of the bed only to be greeted by empty space. A part of her was a little disappointed, she had fallen asleep thinking positively of Lexa; but then again there was a part of her that was relieved. Maybe Lexa had left early to get breakfast or meet up with her team, and that meant Clarke could just leave without having to talk about last night, without having to bring up how much she did actually like it or any of that awkward morning after talk.
Getting out of bed, Clarke collected some of her clothes from the floor; underwear, sweat pants, her t-shirt. She wasn’t quite sure where her bra was, her hoodie was there somewhere but Clarke didn’t bother picking it up. Somewhat dressed, Clarke walked out of the room, not really expecting to see anyone when the sight of Lexa in the kitchen made her jump.
“I thought you were gone.” Clarke greeted her, her tone annoyed and irritated.
“We’re in my room.” Lexa reminded her calmly. She was sitting at the kitchen counter on one of the two stools, and there seemed to be breakfast out in front of her. “Where am I supposed to be?”
“Breakfast?” Clarke asked, walking up to her, there seemed to be way too much for one person. “You’re gonna eat all that?”
“No,” Lexa shrugged, “I mean, some of it, yes.” She added. “The rest is for you.”
Clarke just looked confused, unsure of how to react really, did Lexa really order room service for her? And why? Why would she do that when all the two of them wanted was to just get away from each other? “You ordered room service?” Clarke asked, giving her a questioning look. “For me?” It didn’t add up, even in Clarke’s mind, it didn’t make sense. “Why? Don’t you want me out of here as soon as possible?”
“Yes.” Lexa replied, nodding at her to sit down. “But usually when I spend the night with someone, I buy them dinner first.” She explained, watching as Clarke made her way up to her. “So I have to do it the other way around now because you came out of nowhere last night.” She looked different, nicer, softer, but just as beautiful as she was in that dark bedroom last night. Her hair looked nice, that was the first thing Lexa thought when Clarke sat down next to her; she always had her hair up when Lexa saw her, even when she had seen her walking up to her room. But it was down for most of the night, falling past her shoulders in soft curls. It looked even better now, it was messy and undone and just added more to the straight out of bed look. “You look good.” The words left Lexa before she could even stop herself.
Clarke gave her another confused look, “Did you just…” She trailed off, “Compliment me…?”
“Yes, why?” Lexa asked in response nonchalantly. “Here,” She passed her a fork and knife. “I don’t know what you like, so…I may have gotten practically everything.”
“You’re actually being nice to me, wow.” This time Clarke smiled, “Was last night that good?” She quirked an eyebrow, nudging Lexa’s shoulder.
“It was yeah.” Lexa nodded, “And this is my way of saying thank you.”