Lexa gasps and clutches the sheets in her hands as Clarke's tongue laps around her sensitive nipple. "Clarke," she whispers, lifting her hands up to put them on her girlfriend's shoulders. "We should sleep."
Clarke briefly looks up at Lexa. "I'm not tired yet," she replies, bringing her mouth back to her nipple.
"Your parents are down the hall," Lexa whispers, sighing as she lightly pushes Clarke away. As much as she was enjoying it, they can't be doing this.
"Then we'll just have to keep quiet," Clarke whispers, unrelenting. She grinds against Lexa, eliciting a moan from her that automatically draws a moan from her as well. Hearing her girlfriend moan is a major turn on for her.
"What exactly do you think is going to happen tonight?" Lexa asks quietly, frowning.
Clarke kisses Lexa's cheek and then her lips. "Nothing you don't want to happen," she answers, toying with a lock of her girlfriend's hair.
"I don't want to have sex," Lexa whispers, holding Clarke's gaze to let her know she's serious. "Especially not here."
"Okay," Clarke replies, not minding that even though she's a bit turned on. "Do you want your shirt back?"
Lexa nods and two seconds later Clarke is handing her shirt over. "Would you like to spend New Year's at my place?" she asks once her shirt is tugged into place. "It will be just the two of us," she whispers, wanting to create some romance.
"I'd love to," Clarke answers, smiling as she nods. She kisses Lexa's jawline and stops close to her mouth. "You're special," she whispers, melting their lips together.
Lexa is having a hard time now that Clarke is grinding on top of her again, literally. "You're torturing me," she whimpers.
"I'm sorry," Clarke whispers, smiling down at Lexa.
"No you're not," Lexa replies, knowing that Clarke is enjoying this. "Behave or I will punish you."
"Mhmm," Clarke moans, biting her bottom lip. "Are you going to punish me for being a naughty girl?"
Lexa sighs. She should have seen that coming. "You are going to be the death of me," she whispers, wrapping Clarke in her arms.
"I can feel how hard you are," Clarke whispers, tucking her head under Lexa's chin.
"Go to sleep, Clarke," Lexa replies, wishing to ignore that she is aroused. It's neither the time nor the place.
It's silent for a while until Clarke quietly starts singing killing me softly.
"Dork," Lexa whispers, caressing Clarke's back. "Goodnight, Clarke."
Lexa is wearing one of her best suits because it's important to look decent for the court case. She was surprised by how fast it's all taking place, though at the same time she wants to get it over with. It's somewhat frustrating that some students have been called in for their testimony, which she is sure they don't appreciate much during the holidays.
"Thank you for representing me on such a short notice," Lexa says politely to Indra. She gives the older woman a firm handshake.
"It is a small favor, Miss Woods," Indra replies respectfully. "Are you ready to go in?"
Lexa sucks a deep breath into her lungs and releases it slowly before nodding. She follows her lawyer inside. On the benches she sees the witnesses who had seen her have that allergic reaction. She sees Clarke, who will be called to the stand because she was the one to utilize the epipen. Next to her girlfriend she sees her younger cousin, who was the one who called 911.
