Is It Over Now? || A Taylor Swift Inspired Clexa AU

Ch. 7 - Sparks Fly

Lexa didn't even think when she walked away from her date abruptly. The dull drum of the crowded room instantly faded as Lexa stepped out of the ballroom into the long hallway to the bathrooms, which was also the first time she realized that she was starting to feel buzzed despite barely drinking so far tonight. She hadn't eaten all day, so it wouldn't have taken much for her to start feeling effects.

Her heart was ready to jump out of her chest from beating so hard.

It was eerily quiet, as she slowed, and paused to catch her breath when she reached the door to the ladies room. She tried to listen for any noises of other people inside, but then didn't want to be caught awkwardly standing against the door outside so she pushed in, nervous in a way that was entirely foreign to her.

Sure enough her gaze lands on a black dress, hugging the curvy blue-eyed blonde leaning against the sink with her arms crossed and lips pursed.

After the door falls fully closed behind her, she barely takes a step forward before the blonde pushes off the sink and walks towards her, slowly, like a panther stalking prey. Lexa freezes, trying to gauge what exactly is happening. Those crystal blue eyes stay locked onto her until the girl is right up close, and her hand reaches out.

Lexa waits for the hand to make contact with her waist, her skin, anything.

But it doesn't.

Blue eyes just stay staring, piercing straight through her.

Until she hears the click of the lock behind her.

Her breath hitches, and she cautiously holds the blonde's gaze as the girl then steps backwards, just as slowly as she came forward, until she comes to rest back against the sink.

She cocks her head slightly to the side, looking Lexa up and down brazenly, exposing more of her neck, as she lifts two fingers up to her pulse point and utters a single command in a sultry tone.

"Mouth."

Lexa instantly obeys without question or remark. She closes the gap between them and plants her lips against Clarke's neck firmly, moaning in relief, and hears the faintest gasp from the blonde who then orders Lexa again.

"Hands."

Lexa's hands that were braced against the sink on either side of Clarke grasp at the blonde's waist, quickly sliding up the sides, trying to hold all of her at once but they can't so they frantically roam and cling to each part of her, moving up her back then back down to to her hips before dropping to cup her ass with such force it pulls Clarke away from the sink.

The blonde tangles her hand into the hair at the base of Lexa's neck to hold herself steady, breathing heavily in a way that is setting Lexa's entire body on fire.

She's sucking at the skin along Clarke's neck and is tempted to do so hard enough to leave a mark for her date to see when they leave here, which Clarke must have sensed as well because with a singe finger under Lexa's chin, the blonde lifts her head up so that their lips meet, and Clarke captures the brunette's soft plush lips with her own, biting and tugging on her lower lip with her teeth.

Lexa is instantly out of breath from the urgency of which she needs to be consumed by Clarke. Her knees almost buckle when she feels hands slide down the outside of her exposed legs, grabbing at her thighs to pull the pair back towards the sink until Lexa's hips are fully pressed against Clarke, and if this were anyone else Lexa would have already lifted them up onto the marble surface.

Instead Clarke's foot taps the inside of Lexa's, innocently separating the brunette's legs a little wider, their lips refusing to disconnect despite being desperate for oxygen.