Catch me, I'm falling. (Lexa/you)

Chapter 44

Lexa's day was extensive, almost to the point of cruelty. Workout after workout, play after play, interview after interview.

And no (Y/n) to snuggle up to at nights.

No pretty laughs, talk about their future, or gentle massages.

Lexa hadn't fully realized how attached she was to her best friend and lover.

Or, not until she'd gotten those texts.

She had shoved her meal aside, bidding her teammates an early goodnight as she darted away from the hotel restaurant, away from their hollers and snickers about what exactly she was leaving to do.

She was breathless as she darted out of the elevator, entirely worried about losing your interest in the time it'd take her to get to her room.

She whipped the keycard out from her back pocket, scanning it two or three times before the godforsaken lock finally glowed green, and she slipped inside, practically darting for her laptop.

Except, Anya was lazily lounging on her bed, glancing at Lexa with a raised brow as she paused her facetime chat with Raven.

"Lex?" She queried. "About to throw up that steak?"

Lexa blinked, feeling her heart drop into her stomach. There was no sexting with Anya around, that was for sure.

When she trusted her voice enough not to stutter she murmured, "Ah...was just gonna skype with (Y/n)."

Anya nodded, eyes never leaving Lexa. "...okay."

Lexa nodded, starting up her laptop as she tried to think of an excuse. The bathroom? No, that was too loud, Anya would hear. She was seriously considering booking a new room, when she decided to just come out and say it.

"Anya...I want to have phone sex with (Y/n)." Lexa huffed out, cheeks burning.

Anya's eyebrows shot skyward as Raven screeched on the other end of the call, so hard that Anya hung up on her abruptly. She glanced up at Lexa with a quirky smile. "...finally."

"What?" Lexa blinked.

"I figured you wouldn't last until lunch. This is...impressive, for someone as hopelessly in love and pathetic as you." Anya informed her, rising off the bed.

Lexa flipped her off, suddenly turning around to check herself in the mirror. "Do I look okay? I mean, I showered before dinner, but hair isn't properly braided, and-"

Anya's look shut Lexa up abruptly. "Lex. You're practically married. (Y/n) looks at you like you shit gold bricks. Not to mention, you have our family genes, ladykiller. You know how good you look." Anya winked.

Lexa smiled genuinely at her, causing Anya to make a face.

"Alright Romeo...I'll be back before lights out. And I know you don't last that long."

Lexa grumbled an insult as Anya headed for Lincoln's, shutting the door behind her.

She hit the skype icon with no small excitement as she logged in.

She'd never done anything like this before. And even if she had, you affected her in ways Costia and her other exes couldn't have even imagined.

It was thrilling.

The sounds of the skype video call rang out as Lexa carried her laptop to her bed, settling back against the headboard as it did.

You accepted, and within a few seconds, you were staring at each other, both in similar positions.

As expected, you both broke character in sheer excitement of seeing each other.

"Hey baby." Lexa breathed, eyes concentrated on your glowing face, the two of you grinning at each other like idiots.

"Hey yourself." You answered gently, eyes taking in Lexa's chiseled jaw line against the soft light of the hotel lamp beside her.

"I missed you." Lexa informed you with a smile. "I know we're saps, and it's only been hours, but I can't bring myself to care."

Your heart melted at that. Lexa always knew just the thing to say to have you on your knees.

"I missed you more." You echoed. "Life is really...different, without you. Empty."

Lexa gave you a stunning smile. "Three more days." She reminded. " And then I'm going to come and sweep you off your feet."

You grinned right back at her, aching for Lexa's touch, for her scent, for her kisses. "So it's been stressful, huh?"

Lexa nodded. "Nothing I can't handle. I just-" Lexa choke off, and her eyes widened as you slowly slid a hand beneath a bra cup.

"...(Y/n)." Lexa choked out, feeling a familiar pulsing heat.

"Then let me help." You smirked. "Let me put on a show for you. You can tell me what you want to see...." you bit your lip and winked suggestively, and Lexa was done for.

Lexa knew she had to take some semblance of control to play this game with you.

"I'm going to watch you come, (Y/n)." Lexa tried to make her voice as thick and demanding as possible. She flicked her gaze to yours. "Would you like that?"

You gave her a nod and a ragged breath.

"Undo your bra." Lexa spoke, mouth dry as her girlfriend complied, moving your hands behind your back to undo the hook, tossing it aside.

" Fuck , (Y/n)..." Lexa's mouth watered and her eyes widened slightly at your ample chest, unable to see that you got goosebumps under her wolfish stare.

"Tease yourself. Gently." Lexa commanded, leaning back further for support. "Soft palming, little pinches, just like I do. I want to hear your moans, (Y/n)."

Your eyes were blown with lust as you nodded, making sure Lexa could see as you moved to cup your own breast, head against the back of the pillow as you groaned, palming and kneading the soft flesh, knowing how much pleasure it gave Lexa.

"Fuck, Lexa." You groaned with your eyes squeezed shut, your hands busying themselves on either breast.

"(Y/n)." Lexa growled, low, guttural, sending another wave of heat down your body to your already wet center.

"Lex..." your moan was soft, almost more a mewl. "I need..."

"Tell me, (Y/n)." Lexa's voice had a sharp edge to it. "What is it, baby?"

"I need you..." You bit your lip to keep silent in hopes that Abby wouldn't hear you, feeling dangerously close to crying out.

"To what, (Y/n)? Say it." Lexa's cockiness was exactly the right thrill for you, as each word rolled off those plump, luscious lips you were entranced by.

"To...fuck me. I need you inside me, Lexa." You managed not to stumble over each word.

"Panties." Lexa instructed, her voice a bit softer. "Let me see your beautiful body, (Y/n)."

You blushed at that, and Lexa had to hide her smile. You were adorable, and even though now wasn't the time to gush over it, she'd remember to remind you later. You sensually ran your hands down your stomach, closing your eyes, wishing for Lexa's fingers instead.

You hooked a finger around your panties, but you were stopped short by Lexa's abrupt, "No."

You paused. Had you misstepped? Before worry could flood your expression, Lexa was shaking one of her impossibly long, perfect fingers.

"Tease yourself, first, (Y/n)." Lexa's voice was dangerous and velvety all at once.

You let out a low moan, drawing two fingers over the fabric of your panties, pushing down into your slick heat. There would have already been a damp spot visible, had it not been for the dark black shade of the material.

You pressed a thumb to your clit, biting back a yelp as you ached to remove the barrier between you and sweet, sweet satisfaction.

"How do you feel, (Y/n)?" Lexa asked softly, her voice edging to a groan. "Are you wet for me, baby?" As endearing and saccharine as her tone was, there was a teasing, vicious quality that you found absolutely delectable.

"I'm..." You gasped. "My...pussy is..."

Lexa felt another burst of uncomfortable heat between her legs as the confession rolled off your lush lips. "Show me." She demanded softly, willing herself to take a breath.

You nodded eagerly, practically dying to peel away the ruined pair, drawing them slowly off your legs as your pink, slick heat was revealed to Lexa, whose throbbing increased tenfold.

"Fuck, babygirl." Lexa whispered, and the faint meaning of the word sent chills through you. "You're fucking beautiful. You're dripping."

"Please, Lexa." You gasped as you barely trailed your fingers over your sex, sending shivers through your own body. "I want you." You were explicitly asking permission, and in giving yourself over to Lexa like this so completely, so raw and vulnerable; Lexa knew to be humbled.

"Go ahead." Lexa murmured. "Slowly, though. I like watching you fall apart."

You squeezed your eyes shut as one hand slipped beneath your folds, brushing against your clit and circling your tight entrance, while another roamed up to toy with a pert nipple.

For Lexa, it was the sexiest image she'd ever seen. You, getting off just for her, moaning her name to a silent bedroom, in short pleas of desire.

"Ah...” You let out a soft moan as you inserted a finger, disappearing easily into your slicked sex. "Lexa. Baby I'm so wet for you." It was barely a choked out whisper.

"Yeah?" Lexa's voice croaked slightly, as she wasn't used to something this stimulating either. "What are you imagining, (Y/n)?" Her eyes roamed your body, the curves of your hips to your voluptuous breasts, aching for Lexa's warm mouth.

She tried her best to ignore the aching throb in her pants. This was about you.

"I'm...." You panted as you slowly added another finger. "I'm...imagining you."

"Yeah baby?" Lexa prodded, watching as you began to slowly pump the fingers in and out of your throbbing sex, the heel of your hand pushing against your clit. "What about me?"

"...fucking me!" You gasped as you rode another short crest of pleasure before plateauing once more. "You're...fucking me so good, Lex."

Your hips were slowly but surely bucking up to meet your fingers as they plunged within your depths.

Lexa was completely enamored by it, the microphone of your laptop catching quiet, wet sounds of you moving against your sex.

"Oh is that what you like, (Y/n)?" Lexa's voice had taken its alpha-like quality, teasing and brutal and filled with lust. "When I kiss your neck, and your collarbone..." Lexa watched as your fingers trailed up to the aforementioned areas, as if imagining Lexa were there with her full lips. "When I grab your beautiful hips, and lick the insides of your thighs?"

Your breathing was labored, and your moans were less than discreet, chanting Lexa's name over and over again. "Yes, Lexa-Oh. Yeah baby. Don't stop. Don't stop."

Lexa tried to keep her own hips from rocking forward as she watched you slip in a third finger, your other hand coming to rub against your clit.

"...I saw that." Lexa murmured, though her voice conveyed no threat. "Close your eyes, (Y/n)."

You obeyed, breathing hard as you worked yourself, building up a faster pace with your efforts, fucking yourself to the soft silk of Lexa's voice.

"I'm there, you're in my arms." Lexa told you, feeling a tight pull towards her own hot center as she carried on with her fantasy, pleased by your desperate mewls of pleasure. "I'm biting at your neck, moving to suck on your nipples. I'm fucking your beautiful, dripping pussy. Grind up against my fingers, (Y/n). Three fingers. Just like that. I'm going to fuck you with my mouth, when I'm done, baby. I want to taste you." Lexa instructed, watching as your mouth formed an "oh", your hips arching off the bed with each thrust.

"That's it, (Y/n). I don't care who's home. I want to hear you cry my name." Lexa husked. "You're going to be a good girl and come for me, all over my fingers, love."

There was no room for choice in that statement.

For you, it was the sweetest sensory overload you’d ever experienced.

Your body convulsed, wrapped around your own fingers as you climaxed just as Lexa had foretold. Your hips rocked out, and Lexa's name, cried back to her in erotic pleasure, filled her speakers.

Lexa watched, trying immensely to keep her jaw from hanging as her goddess rocked on her fingers, riding out a considerably long orgasm (perhaps more, it seemed), that had you humping your own hand for almost a full minute as you came down from your high. "Lexa! Oh, god, yes..." you breathed, eyes still shut, body slicked with sweat from the effort of the show you’d just given.

Gently, you teased your clit back down, imitating the soft kitten licks Lexa would give you after an immense high like that, easing you back to reality.

Lexa watched, heart hammering, throat dry, as you blinked hazily, opening your eyes to reveal not blown lusting dark eyes, but a soft, sated (y/e/c) gaze.

Wordlessly, you retrieved your fingers from where they were buried within you, coated with your slick juices as you brought them to plump lips that were usually kiss swollen by that point. You gave Lexa a wicked smirk as you swirled your tongue around your fingers, licking them clean and moaning in soft surprise at your own taste, before slowly pushing them in and out of your mouth. Your smirk only grew when you watched Lexa groan out in need, her own fingers trailing by the waistband of her jeans.

"Did you like that?" You cooed seductively, and Lexa gulped, knowing what was coming.

God, she was a lucky bastard.

Lexa nodded, managing to croak out. "I love you. You're perfect (Y/n)...and your face when you're coming..." She closed her eyes to calm herself.

"Is my poor baby horny from watching?" Your voice was like rose, laced with the sharp edge of thorns, and worked Lexa up just right. "Can I help you take care of that, Lex?" You batted your eyelashes in a way Lexa simply couldn't refuse.

Not that she was going to, anyway.

A sudden knock on your door made you jump.

Abby's voice filled the speaker.

"(Y/n)? I heard...crying, I think? Everything okay in there?"

You smirked, placing your index finger over your lips as you slid your hand back down to your sex, Lexa's eyes glued to it the entirety of the time.

"Yeah mom." You answered calmly, watching as Lexa unbuttoned her jeans. "I'm just studying by myself."





On Lexa's third and final night, after the first game was won and the team had celebrated sufficiently, Lexa texted you (keeping it PG rated, this time), and wished you luck on your art submission. You also annoyed Anya with a two hour long conversation about how much you adored each other, before you both yawned into the receiver and decided to call it a night, sometime around eleven.

That was four hours ago.

Lexa, being the incredibly gay sap she was, had left her phone off silent, in the event that you needed her for whatever reason in the middle of the night.

While she'd admittedly slept through the first two text messages, the three second call had woken her up. Blinking, she fumbled for her phone, watching your face flash upon the screen.

Lexa's heart dropped into her stomach as she glanced at Anya, who was sound asleep, ignoring any sort of commotion that had taken place.

(Y/n).

(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n).

You had needed her.

Lexa's heart was racing as she pressed the phone symbol beside your name, hoping to god it was some sort of butt dial, and nothing serious at all.

The dial tone rang out into the silence.

And rang.

And rang.

Finally, the receiver crackled, and your voice sounded. "...Lex."

Lexa's heart was shattered. Your voice was broken, almost unintelligible. Your tone was fragile, shaky, and it sounded as if you couldn't really breathe.

Lexa blinked away any sleepiness, smashing the phone against her ear. "(Y/n)?" She murmured, absolutely terrified. "(Y/n)? Baby? Talk to me. I'm here."

You took a ragged breath before answering. "...I'm okay." You prefaced, and Lexa wanted nothing more than to be wherever the hell you were, to hold you, to comfort you.

"...What's going on?" Lexa asked, perhaps a bit too wired up.

"...Nothing." You sniffled. "Nothing, Lexa. It's stupid. I had a nightmare. And it's storming and I just. It's stupid."

Lexa heaved a sigh of relief, settling back against her headboard as she steadied her heartrate, thanking every and any god that you were okay.

"That's not stupid." Lexa murmured, rubbing her eyes as she glanced at the time. Three in the morning.

"Lex. It's....it's three AM." You sniffled. "I should've been more sensitive, I'm sorry I-"

"Hey, hey." Lexa cooed. "None of that, baby. I love your voice any time, day or night." Lexa offered warmly, and you seemed to relax at that.

"...I love you." You whispered. "I want you to come home. I never have nightmares when I sleep with you."

Lexa's heart ached. "I'm coming home tomorrow, (Y/n)." She reminded gently. "I'm going to kiss and hug you so much, you're going to dump me." Lexa teased lightly.

You chuckled messily at that over the line, and Lexa's heart soared. "I wouldn't." You promised quietly.

"So...." Lexa murmured. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"....No." You admitted. "Can you just...talk me to sleep?" You asked.

Lexa snorted. "Am I that boring?"

Your laugh illuminated her entire being. "Not what I meant, jerk."

"I know." Lexa sighed lovingly. "Alright. You want to hear about my fantasy football draft?"

Your giggles soon faded as your eyelids grew heavy, and Lexa was left with soft breathing on your end of the line.

You had never told her that the dream was you practically reliving the accident.

Lexa didn't need to know.





Lexa, high off her victory and drunk on the thought of seeing her girlfriend again after their short time apart, had practically shoved Anya into her car to drive home as soon as the game itself was over.

"Sheesh," Anya huffed, "overeager, much?"

Lexa ignored her, practically bouncing. You didn't know that she was coming home at that moment, so she'd decided she'd surprise you, smiling again at the thought of being able to hold her girlfriend in her arms.

"Looks like it's storming pretty bad back home," Anya commented as they got closer to their destination, nodding in the direction of the visible dark haze in the sky of rain, as well as the dark, ominous looking clouds.

"(Y/n) mentioned it was storming last night, too," Lexa commented with a frown, chancing a look down at her phone, away from the road, to check and see if she had any messages from her girlfriend.

"She hasn't messaged me at all," Lexa frowned, "An, can you try calling her from my phone."

"Sure, your password is still 1313, right?"

"Yeah."

Lexa again turned her focus on the road while Anya sifted through her contacts until she came to your information, hitting the dial button.

"Straight to voicemail," Anya told her faithfully, "her phone's either dead, or the storm is causing a disruption in the service, my bet would be the latter, it doesn't look particularly friendly, and Raven hasn't texted me either."

"Alright," Lexa said, somewhat uneasily, unable to shake the feeling that something was the matter. Suddenly, getting to your house became increasingly more important.

"I'm sure she's fine," Anya reassured.

Lexa wasn't convinced.

The storm didn't feel particularly friendly either.

Once they'd entered the boundaries of the turbulent weather, Lexa had been forced to slow down her driving speed, the streets already slick and unsafe. It was hard to see through the haze of the rain, but Lexa knew her way around the city well, and managed to make it to the residential suburbs where you lived easily.

Only the familiar car belonging to Marcus Kane was parked in the driveway, and he seemed in a rush, flying out of his car and into the house quickly, as though he needed something desperately.

The worry in Lexa's stomach only grew.

She got out of her own car almost without realizing it, almost not noticing the harsh torrents of water raining down on her.

"Kane!"

"Oh, Lexa," he seemed slightly out of breath, "I was just about to call you-"

"Where's (Y/n)?" Lexa asked before he could continue, and the look on his face gave her all the answer she needed.

"(Y/n)'s in the hospital, she's been in an accident."

Lexa's blood ran cold.

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