truth is... I am in love with you

Part 3

'Clarke?' Lexa asks.

'Hi,' she says.

'What are you doing here, it's 1 am,' Lexa says.

'I'm not sure either,' she says.

Lexa leaning against the door frame made Clarke think about things she shouldn't be thinking about.

'Do you want to come in?' Lexa asks.

'No. Yes. Maybe,' Clarke says.

'Just come in,' Lexa says.

'I'm sorry I shouldn't have come,' Clarke says.

'Well you're here now so why don't you tell me why you came here. At night,' Lexa says. Clarke chuckles nervously. I came here because you're hot and I can't stop thinking about fucking you on your desk might be a little inappropriate.

'I know you can't be my girlfriend,' Clarke pauses. She didn't realize she was saying it until she said it. She doesn't know where she's going with this sentence.

'Says who?' Lexa smirks.

'The school you work at,' Clarke says. Lexa groans. Clarke didn't expect this to happen. She thought Lexa agreed with her. That last night was a one night thing and nothing more.

'It's already awkward between us in class,' Lexa says.

'I know we can't make it worse but,' Clarke can't even finish her sentence before Lexa cuts her off.

'Clarke I don't think you know where I'm going with this,' Lexa says. Clarke raises an eyebrow.

'Just,' Lexa groans. She pulls Clarke close and their faces are inches away from each other. Their foreheads touch. Clarke wants to close the gap between them she really does, but she knows she can't. She pulls away.

'I'm sorry,' Clarke whispers. Lexa loosens her grip on Clarke's waist.

'It's okay. I understand,' Lexa says.

Clarke closes the front door behind her. She really wanted to kiss Lexa. Maybe she should have. Maybe it's a mistake walking away from her. Clarke closes her eyes. She can't date her teacher. She really can't, but she feels a strong urge to just walk back in there and kiss her. She really wants to kiss those pink lips. Those pink lips that she knows too well. Before she realizes it she's knocking on Lexa's door.

'Clarke?' Lexa asks. Clarke walks into Lexa's apartment and before Lexa can say anything else she pressed her lips on Lexa's. She pushes Lexa against the wall. She places her leg in between Lexa's legs to make her spread her legs. Lexa pulled away for air and looked into Clarke's eyes. Her pupils were dilated. 'Lex I want this,' Clarke whispers. Lexa nodded. Clarke pushes further into Lexa's body. Lexa leans her head against the wall she's pinned up against. Clarke takes the opportunity to attach her lips to Lexa's name.

'Clarke,' Lexa breathed. She breathed heavily.

'What is it?' Clarke asked, staring into Lexa's dilated pupils.

'You,' Lexa starts. Clarke raises an eyebrow and smirks. 'I,' she continues. Lexa groans. She lost the ability to speak. 'Bedroom,' Lexa finally whispers. Clarke's smirk grows wider. She picked up Lexa and carried her to the bedroom. Her lips never leaving Lexa's body. Lexa's fingertips digging into Clarke's shoulder blades. She carefully places Lexa on the end of the bed. She slowly takes her shirt off. Lexa grabs Clarke's waist. She looks up and Clarke looks down.

'Clarke,' Lexa whined. Clarke sat down on Lexa's lap. Lexa helped Clarke take off her shirt. Lexa reached out to take off Clarke's bra but the blonde stopped her. She slowly unbuttoned Lexa's shirt and threw it on the floor. She kissed down Lexa's body. Clarke wanted to tease Lexa. She wanted to tease her until she couldn't take it anymore but it seemed like she was the one who couldn't take it anymore. So she gave Lexa exactly what she wanted.