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“That’s all for the day.” Lexa says, waving off her teammates as she rounds up the final soccer ball, “Same time tomorrow, don’t be late.”
“You gonna come over?” Anya asks, still slightly out of breath she follows her cousin towards the parking lot.
“Not today.” Lexa says, pulling her jersey off. “Maybe tomorrow. Finals are in a few weeks and I’m not even close to prepared, I need to study.”
“God, you’re such a loser.” Anya laughs, coming to a stop at her car. “How you even pull off this badass reputation is beyond me; I don’t get it.”
“Don’t be an asshole.” Lexa says, nudging her in the shoulder. “Aden broke his phone and hasn’t gotten his replacement yet, text me if he’s at your place? I’ll swing by and pick him up on my way home.”
“Will do, Commander.” Anya says, sliding into the driver’s seat.
Lexa rolls her eyes at the nickname but chooses not to make a comment, knowing it will only add fuel to the fire. After adjusting the strap of her bag, she makes her way into the empty school and over to her locker to grab the things she’ll need to study with. She’s halfway to the double doors a few minutes later when she’s nearly run over by a very upset Clarke Griffin, who is coming out of the art room, blue eyes full of tears.
“What the fuck, Woods.” Clarke says angrily, trying to cover up the fact that she’s been crying but failing miserably.
Lexa rolls her eyes, “You ran into me, Griffin. Don’t be an ass.”
“What are you even doing here?” Clarke asks, looking anywhere but at the brunette. “School ended hours ago.”
“I could ask you the same question.” Lexa says, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. “So, what’s the matter? Another boy didn’t work out?”
“Fuck you.” Clarke says, shoving the soccer captain. “You don’t know shit about me.”
“It was only a joke, Clarke.” Lexa says, a smirk playing at her lips. She just loves how much more attractive the blonde becomes when she’s ready to rip someone’s face off; it makes her day if she’s being honest. “Calm down.”
“God, you’re so infuriating sometimes, do you know that?” Clarke asks rhetorically. “Do you even give a damn about anyone else or are you really just as heartless as you seem?”
“I care a lot actually.” Lexa states, matter of fact.
Clarke laughs, a certain bite to her tone, “Like anyone would believe that.”
“You’ve never given me a chance.” Lexa says, crossing her arms across her chest as she leans against the wall, “I’m pretty great to be around.”
“I highly doubt that.” Clarke says, clenching her jaw; she’d rather be anywhere but here at the moment. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? You know, like with some random girl to hook up with?”
“They can wait.” Lexa says, although there isn’t anyone. “I’d rather stay here and talk to you, if that’s alright. You seem upset.”
“No shit, Sherlock.” Clarke says, “It’s none of your business.”
“Alright then.” Lexa says, shrugging her shoulder. “Suit yourself.”
“My dad is really sick.” Clarke says, her voice shaky.
Lexa, who has started to make her way to the exit once more, pauses to look at the blonde, a small frown on her face, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“He has cancer.” Clarke says, wiping roughly at a stray tear and she has no idea why she’s telling Lexa Woods of all people her life problems. “They caught it in time but he doesn’t look like himself anymore and…”
“It’s okay to be upset.” Lexa says, shifting from one foot to the other; she really doesn’t know how to handle the girl in front of her. “At least they got to it before it was too late, right? He’s gonna be okay?”
“They think so but it’s not definite.” Clarke says, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “God, I don’t know why I just told you that; it’s not like you care.”
Lexa sighs in frustration, “I literally just told you five seconds ago that I, in fact, cared about what you had to say. I’m not that shitty of a person.”
“Your track record proves otherwise.” Clarke says, shrugging on her jacket so she can leave as well. “You can leave.”
“Of course. Wouldn’t want to upset the Princess, now would I?” Lexa scoffs, pulling her keys from her backpack. “You know, you shouldn’t always believe what other people have to say; most of the time they don’t have a fucking clue as to what they’re talking about.”
“Yeah, right, because you don’t have a new girl every other day.” Clarke says, unwillingly following after the brunette. “People wouldn’t talk if you didn’t give them a reason to.”
“I disagree. People always talk, no matter what.” Lexa says, unlocking her car from a distance. “It sounds to me, Griff, like your jealous. Do you wish it was me you were going home with every night instead of the others? ‘Cause if it means that much to you, I think I might be able to arrange something.”
“I wouldn’t have sex with you if you were the last person on the planet.” She fires back, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips.
“Ouch, that was harsh.”
“I’m sure you’ll survive.”
“I don’t know, Clarke, that one hurt a little bit.” Lexa says, opening her driver’s side door, “Just know, you’re missing out on a good time.”
“Something tells me I’ll live.”
0o0o0
“Just twenty-four hours ago you were saying how you wouldn’t fuck me even if I was the last person on earth and now you’re telling me that you’ve changed your mind in that amount of time?” Lexa smirks as she bites down on Clarke’s exposed neck, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Woods.” Clarke says as she unzips her jeans and kicks them off to the side, trying to stifle back a moan.
“Pushy much?” Lexa asks, stepping out of her sweats, leaving her in nothing but her boxers and sports bra. “I like to take my time.”
Clarke, clearly irritated and a little sexually frustrated, reaches between their legs and tugs roughly at Lexa’s cock, smiling in triumphant when she gets the reaction she was looking for, “Hurry up or I’ll leave.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Lexa hisses as she situates herself firmly in between Clarke’s spread legs. She runs her shaft through wet folds and just as Clarke goes to open her mouth in protest, she pushes inside, bottoming out.
“Fuck.” Clarke hiss, wrapping her legs firmly around Lexa’s waist.
Lexa pulls out slowly only to slam back in a second later; being inside Clarke is better than she would’ve ever thought possible. “So good.” She groans, pleasure coursing through her veins.
“Harder.” Clarke moans as she rakes her nails down a well-toned back, her hips rocking in time with every movement. Her head drops back against the wall at a particularly hard thrust and it takes everything in her not to cry out. “Faster, I’m almost there.”
Lexa starts pounding into Clarke, hard and fast, all resolve thrown out the window as she feels her own release fast approaching. Clarke buries her face in Lexa’s neck as her orgasm rips through her, causing her entire body to shake from the aftershock. Lexa follows closely behind, sending thick ropes of cum deep inside the blonde as wetness drips down their thighs.
“Fuck me.” Clarke says, out of breath.
Lexa pulls out, sighing in content, “I think I just did, Clarke.”
“You know what I meant.” Clarke says, pulling her clothes back on.
“You’re already done? What, can’t handle more?” Lexa asks, although she herself is putting her clothes back on. “I thought you were fun.”
“Believe me, I am fun.” Clarke says, adjusting her top. “Just be lucky you even got me for ten minutes because it won’t happen again.”
“Yeah, okay.” Lexa says, situating herself in her boxers. “Give it a few days and then we’ll be right back here, fucking like animals.”
“Charming.” Clarke says sarcastically. “I was stressed, I needed a distraction, that’s exactly what you gave me. So, uh, thanks.”
“Anytime.” Lexa says, making her way out of the janitor’s closet and back into the empty hallway. “Really, anytime.”
“Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”
Lexa looks at her, an eyebrow raised in amusement, “Ashamed of me?”
“I…” Clarke shakes her head, “Everyone talks, I’d rather them not.”
Lexa nods in understanding, “You okay?”
Clarke looks at her, taken aback but she waves it off, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Good.” Lexa says, shrugging on her jacket. “Hope all is well, Clarke. See you class.”
0o0o0
“We really have to stop meeting like this.” Lexa says through clenched teeth as she grips the shelf behind her. “Fuck, Clarke.”
Clarke releases Lexa’s cock with a soft pop as she stands back up, a mischievous look on her face, “Do you not like our arrangement?” She asks, ignoring the look of shock on the soccer captain’s face. “What?”
Lexa looks at her, clearly frustrated, “You can’t just not finish!’
“I think I can.” Clarke says as she pulls up her skirt, moving her panties to the side before sinking down onto Lexa’s shaft. “Uh, yes.”
“You play dirty.” Lexa says, thrusting up into wet heat.
Clarke starts moving her hips, her hands gripping Lexa’s shoulders to use as more support while the older girl watches her in awe, “Only with you.”
“Not fair.” Lexa gasps as Clarke lifts up only to drop back down seconds later. “God, I hate how good you are at this.”
“It’s a gift.” Clarke says, eyes closing in bliss as Lexa’s cock brushes past a certain spot, “Do that again.”
Lexa repeats the motion, smiling in triumphant when Clarke cries out; she quickly brings the blonde into a kiss to quiet her down, “You like that?”
“Don’t be cocky.” Clarke says as she starts to move her hips faster.
Lexa, knowing they don’t have much time left, removes one of her hands from off the shelf and slides it in between their bodies. A single finger slips through wet folds and before Clarke has a time to protest, she presses her thumb down on her swollen clit, “I’m far from cocky, just honest.”
“I think- fuck- that’s the definition of cocky.” Clarke says, shuttering as Lexa starts to rub her clit in small, quick circles. “I’m gonna cum.”
“That’s the plan.” Lexa says, moaning out in pleasure as she orgasms.
“Don’t stop.” Clarke says, biting her lip as Lexa fastens her pace. “Yes, that’s it, right there.” She whines as her release burns through her. “Ugh!”
Lexa waits a minute before pulling out, knowing that Clarke must be pretty sensitive, “You’re gonna get us caught, you know.”
Clarke rolls her eyes as she stands up, fixing her outfit, “Who’s the one who nearly knocked over the shelf yesterday because they couldn’t handle a simple blow job?”
“In my defense, I wasn’t expecting it.” Lexa says, zipping her jeans.
“Not my fault.” Clarke sing-songs as she opens the door.
“You’re ridiculous.” Lexa says, grabbing her backpack from the floor. “And to answer your other question, I like our arrangement just fine but more times than not I do have an entire house to myself. It just makes more sense to me that we maybe meet there instead, you know, so you don’t have to keep holding everything back. I know you’re struggling to stay quiet.”
Clarke gives her a look, “You’re never gonna stop, are you?”
“Not in this lifetime, no.” Lexa says, “Dad still alright?”
“For now.” Clarke says. She still doesn’t know why Lexa of all people always asks how her father is doing especially when she doesn’t even know him but who is she to question it. “You know; fuck buddies aren’t really supposed to talk about personal things. Just saying.”
“Well, I’m not like everyone else.” Lexa says, indifferent as they make their way towards their next classes, “So, same time tomorrow or are you gonna take me up on my offer and come over after school?”
“You won’t kill me?”
“Never even crossed my mind, Griffin.”
“Five, is that okay?” Clarke asks, pausing outside the art room.
Lexa nods, “I won’t have time to shower from practice before…”
“I’ll have to join you then.”
Lexa’s eyes widened, clearly surprised.
Clarke Griffin was going to be the death of her, of that she had no doubt.