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Lexa has been reading the same three sentences over and over for the past fifteen minutes and her brain now feels like it’s been forced inside a spin dryer. She likes her new job, she really does, and she tries to remind herself every day of why she is doing this. She wants to become a lawyer, that’s the goal. And it’s the reason she accepted this position as an assistant at a law firm. You’ve gotta start somewhere, and then work your way to the top. She’s repeated herself the same mantra over the past few weeks, and has been mulling it over since 8pm when she started reading the minutes of this meeting with a client; all fifty-seven pages, for tomorrow. And she’s taking notes.
The brunette stretches her arms behind the back of her desk chair and sighs. The artificial light from her laptop makes her eyes prickle and she just wants to close them for a minute, but she knows she’ll likely fall asleep if she does.
‘Lex, are you still working?’ Clarke calls from the bedroom.
‘Yeah, I have to finish this…’
‘You can finish it tomorrow, babe. Come to bed, it’s late.’
‘I’m sorry, I can’t. Fifteen pages left.’ Lexa mutters, rubbing her fingers against her temples and attempting to go back to her reading.
The words don’t even make sense anymore. They’re just random combinations of letters to her sleep-deprived mind. She lets out a yawn just as Clarke walks into the room, blinking at the harsh artificial light.
‘Lexaaa…’ The blonde whines, pouting. ‘I can’t sleep, your side of the bed is cold.’
‘I know, I’m sorry.’ Lexa repeats, torn between the appeal of a good sleep and her duties at work. ‘I just have a meeting with my boss first thing tomorrow morning and we’re going to talk about this report. I have to read it tonight.’
‘Okay, then just wake up one hour early tomorrow morning and finish reading it before work. You look exhausted. I know this job is your stepping stone and you want to prove your value but trust me, you’ll be more productive with a fresh mind.’
‘I could do that…’ Lexa sighs, tempted. ‘But it would be very unprofessional.’
‘Oh for fucks’ sake, no one will know.’ Clarke insists, taking a few steps towards Lexa. ‘If common sense won’t convince you then I know something else that will.’
Clarke starts peeling off her robe, letting it slide down bare shoulders, and just when Lexa expects to see the usual tank top and shorts she wears to bed, there is nothing. She’s completely naked underneath, and it takes all of Lexa’s attention away from her work for good. The robe falls to the floor, pooling at Clarke’s feet.
‘That was your last resort solution?’ The brunette asks with a quirk of her brow.
‘Yup.’ Clarke answers proudly.
‘Well, it worked.’
Lexa closes her laptop half-heartedly, and gets up off her chair to wrap her arms around Clarke’s waist, kissing her.
‘I knew it would. I mean, look at these.’
Clarke winks as she cups her own breasts, squeezing them and putting on a show for Lexa who watches intently. It’s been four years, and she never got over Clarke’s breasts. In fact, she doesn’t think she ever will. As tired as Lexa is, she can feel the familiar rush build in the pit of her stomach and knows that some part of her is very much awake. She takes Clarke’s hands away and leans forward to press kisses against the supple, creamy flesh of her breasts, humming low.
She feels Clarke’s fingers in her hair, pressing her into her chest and scratching at her scalp, and Lexa opens her mouth to take a straining nipple between her lips.
‘Mmh that’s very nice, babe, but that’s not what I had in mind.’ Clarke purrs, gently lifting Lexa’s face from her cleavage.
‘What did you have in mind?’ Lexa asks, pouting but not any less curious.
‘Get back in that chair.’
Clarke’s tone is commanding as she backs Lexa into her desk chair. The brunette drops into the cushioned seat with a huff and the small wheels squeak under her weight. She’s unable to detach her gaze from Clarke’s darkening blue eyes. Clarke preys on her, bracing one hand on each arm of the chair and kissing her thoroughly, leaving Lexa a shuddering mess.
She wants to reach out to cup the ample breasts hanging in front of her face, but Clarke swats her hand away with a challenging grin.
‘Stay.’ She says coolly, but the grin doesn’t leave her face.
Even though Lexa isn’t a dog, she feels compelled to oblige and she leans back into her seat, waiting for her girlfriend’s next move. What Clarke does next sends another rush of heat to her core. The blonde sinks to her knees on the hardwood floor and runs her fingers over Lexa’s knees and thighs. Lexa can feel Clarke’s hungry look between her legs when she eyes the slight bulge there – Lexa’s still wearing her compression shorts because she spent the entire day at work, and they feel quite uncomfortable against her growing erection.
Clarke must see the slight grimace on her face then, because she swiftly pops open the button of her slacks and lowers the zipper. Blue eyes flicker up to meet Lexa’s and they’re no longer light as the sea by the shore – they’re dark and heavy like the ocean before the storm, when the water starts to stir and ripples break the smooth surface.
‘Clarke, please…’ Lexa whimpers when her girlfriend just brushes her fingertips against her length through the fabric of her underwear.
Clarke understands. She lowers her boxers and Lexa breathes out in relief – it was long overdue, she’s almost fully hard already and as soon as she’s freed from the constricting garment, she can feel more blood rushing down and pulsing through her.
Clarke wraps a hand around Lexa’s aching length and rises to her feet, kissing her hard. Lexa moans into the kiss, feeling Clarke’s bruising lips against hers and her hand stroking her cock languidly. Clarke tastes like toothpaste and, well, Clarke, and it drives Lexa wild with need. Her fingers find Clarke’s hair and she brings her closer, begs for more of her mouth and tongue until Clarke slips past her lips.
‘You want my mouth?’ The blonde asks coyly when she breaks the kiss, her thumb rubbing the underside of Lexa’s length.
Lexa makes a noise of approval that’s more like a high-pitched whimper than a proper answer, and Clarke chuckles before settling back on her knees. She nudges Lexa’s legs apart and tugs until the brunette is sat on the edge of the chair.
Clarke moves closer and Lexa can feel her hot breath against her throbbing cock. The blonde’s eyes flicker up and she smiles, meeting Lexa’s gaze and oh - it’s on.
Clarke teases her with kisses and kitten licks before wrapping her lips around the sensitive tip and sucking. Her hands reach up to Lexa’s hips for leverage, bracing herself as she works her throat down the length of Lexa’s cock almost effortlessly.
‘Mmmh, fuck-‘ Lexa gasps when Clarke sets a steady rhythm and starts bobbing her head, hollowing her cheeks.
The wheels of the desk chair start squeaking when Clarke picks up the pace, engulfing the brunette’s cock wetly, her nose touching Lexa’s lower belly with every pass. It’s too much, all at once, and Lexa feels like Clarke is actively trying to suck the soul out of her body. Her eyes roll back and her hand shoots down to Clarke’s scalp, burying her fingers in blonde hair. Clarke hums and looks up briefly; the soft crinkles at the corners of her eyes tell Lexa she’s enjoying this very much – she’s enjoying making Lexa weak, making her a whimpering mess and having her entire self-control on the tip of her tongue, literally.
Clarke stops after a while and Lexa whines at the loss of her mouth. The blonde grins, her chin shiny with spit and precum, and she gets back up on her feet to kiss Lexa again.
‘You always taste so good, baby.’ Clarke smiles.
She puts one knee on the chair next to Lexa’s thigh and throws her other leg up to straddle her clumsily. The springs squeal in protest at their combined weight and when Clarke leans forward to kiss Lexa again, the seat topples backwards.
‘Ow!’ Lexa groans when the back of her head hits the floor.
‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry!’ Clarke says, although she can’t quite contain her laughter. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Yeah, yeah…’
She rubs the back of her skull gingerly and raises herself up on her elbows.
‘Maybe we should use the bed.’ She says.
‘Maybe we should.’
Clarke smirks like she’s planned this all along; Lexa gets up on her feet, hoisting Clarke up and making her yelp in surprise. She marches to the bedroom with a very naked, laughing Clarke in her arms, and throws the blonde on the bed unceremoniously.
‘I thought you were tired.’ Clarke quips playfully when Lexa rearranges her onto her hands and knees, snatching control away from her.
‘I thought you couldn’t sleep?’ The brunette retorts with a smirk, shedding her clothes quickly but never taking her eyes away from her prize.
Clarke snorts into the pillow and wiggles her ass in the air while her upper body rests on her elbows. Lexa reaches between her girlfriend’s legs, testing. When fingers find a thick coating of arousal there, her cock gives a little twitch. She can’t believe how turned on Clarke can get from just pleasuring her.
‘Come on, Lex.’ Clarke urges her impatiently, thrusting her ass up higher in front of Lexa.
The brunette settles behind her and lines herself up, pushing into wet heat without a second thought. Clarke gasps when Lexa bottoms out on the first thrust and sets up a steady pace. Toned, olive-skinned thighs slap against Clarke’s round backside with each snap of Lexa’s hips. She holds on to Clarke’s waist for leverage, soft grunts leaving her lips and she can’t control them. She knows she’ll come soon – she’s been on the edge since Clarke went down on her.
‘Clarke, I can’t-‘ She groans, slowing down a bit to stave off her impending orgasm.
She’s painfully close to release and it hurts to delay it. Lexa bites her lip around a gasp when Clarke purposefully clenches around her, squeezing her.
‘Just do it!’ Clarke pants against the pillows.
Lexa drapes herself over her girlfriend’s sweat-slicked back and pounds into her, relentlessly and selfishly, until she finally finds the relief she’s been craving for a while. She empties herself inside Clarke with a quiet whimper, pressing her lips into the crook of her girlfriend’s shoulder.
Clarke collapses under her with a giggle, and Lexa blushes. It feels like her first time all over again.
‘Sorry,’ she mumbles sheepishly when she pulls out, dusting apologetic kisses along Clarke’s spine.
Clarke rolls onto her back and gazes up at her, all rosy cheeks and clouded eyes, blue oceans still stirring with unresolved desire. Lexa kisses her and moves her lips over to her cheek, her jaw, her neck.
‘Lexa.’ Clarke says, pushing down against the brunette’s shoulders.
Her voice is thick and heavy with lust and Lexa understands that Clarke doesn’t want to be teased. She shifts lower between smooth creamy thighs and nuzzles the blonde patch of curly hair above her dripping slit, taking in their combined scent, before dragging her tongue through swollen folds. Clarke is a garbled mess of yes’s and please’s and oh fuck’s when Lexa starts working on her clit, circling it with the tip of her tongue and sucking it between her lips.
She can taste herself, mixed with Clarke’s essence and it gets to her head, the eroticism in tasting the proof of their shared pleasure. She hums low against Clarke’s skin, fingernails digging into her thighs and opening her up wider. Clarke’s hands are in her hair, pressing her closer to where she needs her, urgently seeking her own release like Lexa did moments ago, and Lexa has to give it to her.
Clarke’s thighs clench hard around Lexa’s head and she cries out, body arching off the bed. The brunette hurries to catch her release on her tongue, drinking Clarke in until she feels a tired hand tugging at her hair.
‘Thank you.’ Clarke sighs when Lexa crawls back up her body to press a sticky kiss on the apple of her cheek.
Clarke has that dazed, faraway look in her eyes and a silly smile tugging at the corners of her lips, and Lexa grins proudly.
‘Don’t thank me. You know I love doing this. I could do this all night.’
‘Mm-hm?’ The blonde says lazily. ‘Your boss will be happy to learn that you spent the whole night eating me out and were too tired to do the reading before your meeting.’
‘At least, he’ll know I’m getting some.’ Lexa retorts playfully, and Clarke rolls her eyes.
‘How romantic of you. Come on, get under the covers before that beautiful ass of yours catches a cold.’