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Clarke taps her highlighter against her forehead, only partly focusing on her textbook. She's waiting really. For her.
"The hot librarian," as Clarke referred to her in her mind even though she's read her name tag dozens of times. Clarke had successfully managed to convince her two days ago to make out in the reference stacks on the sixth floor, but is still trying to get into to her pants. Or skirt as it would be today. Today is going to be different. Clarke was using her secret weapon.
She spots Lexa out of the corner of her eye and feels her nerves spike a bit. Lexa is putting away books on the bottom shelf and it's the most provocative sight Clarke has ever seen. Her tight tweed skirt is hugging her ass like a glove, her high heels showing off toned long legs, light brown hair falling like a curtain around that gorgeous face. What Clarke would give to see her own come all over that face. She will soon if her plan works.
Today is going to different because Clarke's isn't wearing her usual discrete pants. She's in baggy sweatpants and thin boxer shorts, and her dick outline is about as visible as possible.
When Lexa straightens up, she glances over at Clarke with a small smirk. The way she pushes her glasses back up her face somehow makes Clarke's dick jump. Clarke steels her resolve and walks over to her.
"Hey Clarke," Lexa whispers, "How'd that paper go?"
Clarke wracks her brain then remembers their conversation last week.
"That was an elaborate lie to get you to spend time with me."
Lexa just cocks her head to the side and narrows her eyes. She had guessed as much when Clarke seemed less interested in the books about the French Revolution Lexa was showing her and more into the way she climbed the wheeled latter to the very top shelf.
"Why didn't you just say that?"
Clarke giggles softly.
"I have been for weeks. And the truth is I want to do more than just spend time with you."
"Like what, Clarke?" Lexa whispers.
Clarke points her eyes down at her own crotch and grabs her length over her sweatpants for emphasis.
"What I really want to do is dick you down so hard you have to use a wheelchair to get around this library."
Lexa blushes deep then darts her eyes around their surroundings, licking her lips as she glances back to what Clarke's not so shyly holding.
Clarke steps up into Lexa's space, hot breath in her ear.
"Reference stacks? In five minutes?" Clarke asks lowly.
Lexa shakes her head no and shoves a book from her cart into Clarke's chest. She's gone before Clarke even has a chance to take in the cover.
The Kama Sutra.
Twenty minutes on and Clarke sees her again. Lexa must feel her eyes on her, because she sways her hips more than usual. Clarke watches her push her cart into the backroom, and then she's bouncing her knee fast under the table, twirling her pen in her fingers.
Clarke counts to ten, then launches from her seat, almost running to the backroom. She pushes the swinging door open and heads for the very back where it's dark and quiet.
"Hey, you're not supposed to be in here!" some haggard old lady hisses. Clarke just flips her off without sparing her a glare and speed walks on.
Lexa's waiting for her, a half annoyed half pleased look on her face. Her arms are crossed over her chest, leaning back onto the concrete wall.
"Took you long enough," Lexa breathes out.
Clarke doesn't speak just presses into Lexa, sure hands hooking under each thigh to hoist her up. Legs lock around her waist as Clarke bunches the skirt around her hips and kisses behind her tiny ear and down to her neck, trying and failing not to suck obvious marks into the sweet smelling skin.
Clarke's been rock hard since she saw Lexa walk back here, and as Lexa grinds down needily onto her straining bulge she gets even more ready.
Lexa's hands find Clarke's member and pulls it out into the open while Clarke is pushing her wet lace panties to the side.
Clarke kisses her hard, pressing her firmly into the wall as Lexa lines her up at her entrance. Her pink head slips in and Lexa lets out a quiet moan. They break and Clarke rests her forehead in Lexa's cleavage as she continues to push into velvety tightness. Once she's fully inside, she feels hands on either side of her face urging her to look up.
"We have fifteen minutes, and if you don't make me come hard, I'm calling campus police," Lexa says shakily. Clarke nods mutely and starts pumping into her. Lexa's head thumps back into the walls and Clarke pops the buttons open on her blouse.
Sucking a deep purple mark into the skin just above her lace bra, Clarke starts moving her hips with no regard for human life. She's slamming into Lexa hard and fast, and the woman in her arms is tearing up, staring down at her with her mouth hanging open, strangled groans coming out with heavy breathes. Clarke kisses her again to shut her up.
She's hitting the spots Lexa's needs her to with ease, hands on her full ass to hold her up. Lexa's nails are clawing into her neck and shoulders. She's scrambling for purchase and starting to meet Clarke's hard upward thrusts. Taking a fast glance at the clock on the other wall, Clarke slips her fingertips over Lexa's throbbing clit. She rubs circles there, and Lexa almost screams before Clarke clamps her other hand over her mouth to muffle her. She can feel Lexa shaking, and goes in for the kill.
She pulls almost all of the way out then drives forward so forcefully that the lamps falls off the table next to them. The shade falls off and Clarke gets a beautiful view of Lexa's neck straining, eyes screwed shut, hands scrambling everywhere across her own body, wetness dripping down her thighs. Lexa's coming harder than she expected, mouth hanging open in a perfect look of ecstasy.
Clarke lets go and Lexa lets out a long deep moan into her ear as she feels her release filling her. Knees hit the floor a half second later, high heels pressing into Clarke's back as she sucks Lexa's throbbing clit into her mouth, tongue flicking quickly. Hands pulls hard on blonde hair then clear liquid shoots onto her chin and drips down to the floor. It keeps coming as Clarke sucks harder.
"Fuuuck," she hears above her, and a clinched fist slams back into the wall. Clarke slows as her second release tappers off. Lexa slumps and her entire body goes limp. Clarke helps her down to sit on the floor in front of her. The kiss they share tastes like Lexa's pussy, and Lexa is humming into her mouth at the taste.
Slow minutes pass then Lexa is cradling her face, pulling back with heavy lidded eyes.
"Was it good or shall I call campus police for you?" Clarke laughs.
"Shut the fuck up you smug asshole," Lexa giggles with a soft punch to Clarke's shoulder. Mocking a scoff, Clarke pretends to be hurt then wraps her arms around Lexa tight, presses kiss everywhere her lips can reach.
She pulls back when Lexa stops scratching at the blonde baby hairs at the top of neck.
"Let me buy you dinner?" Clarke asks shyly.
Lexa gives her a throaty laugh and nods.
"Come on, Clarke. I have a reference book I think you might like," Lexa whispers and Clarke knows exactly what she means.