Might As Well

Chapter 14 - Ending

"I thought we were never going to leave!" Clarke gasped as Lexa pushed her into the wall inside their room. High on declarations of new love and buzzed on summer cocktails, they stayed at the party until it was socially acceptable to disappear.

"You weren't making it easy to stay," Lexa said between wet kisses on Clarke's neck and chest.

Clarke, frisky with the blurred lines between them officially erased, wouldn't let go of Lexa. She was introduced to everyone, made them laugh, learned how they knew Lexa and relished in all of the gushing about how amazing Lexa was, all while at the very least hand in hand.

They enjoyed lawn games with Aden's friends who couldn't get enough. Lexa was a cornhole ace and Clarke was an expert in trash talk. Anya kept them flush with snacks and the groomsmen made sure their glasses were never empty. Clarke didn't have to lie when she joined Aden and Emily's parents in going on and on about Lexa.

Dinner was full of lively hands under the table. Dancing became too dangerous to continue in public, and they slipped out during a rowdy number between Emily and her college friends.

"If you thought I was handsy when it was fake," Clarke raked her fingers through Lexa's hair and pulled her closer. "You're in for a treat now that it's not."

"Your skin is just," Lexa couldn't finish her thought. She needed her mouth on any exposed part of Clarke she could get. "I've been thinking about it since the first time I saw you."

"I've been thinking about your ass," Clarke kept one hand tangled in Lexa's hair and reached the other down to grip a full handful of Lexa's toned butt. Lexa jumped and they both laughed.

"I told you fake me doesn't like that," Lexa's smile was perfect as she glanced down at Clarke's chest. She was too excited, too giddy, too full of pent up want to pretend she wasn't completely and totally taking every inch of Clarke in.

"Yeah, but real you fuckin' loves it," Clarke smirked as she untucked Lexa's shirt and pushed a hand up her back. Lexa was lean and defined and Clarke had been starving for the chance to move her hands with time, care and intention all over Lexa's body. Every time they touched for show, it drove Clarke further over the cliff of want for the real thing.

"Real me is into all kinds of shit you're gonna like," Lexa slid her open palms up Clarke's bare thighs under her dress. Clarke's hips twitched forward in response and she gripped a tight fistful of Lexa's hair. "Up until now, I was just being polite," Lexa caught Clarke's lips with her own and pushed her further into the wall.

Clarke fumbled with the buttons on Lexa's shirt. She lost focus over and over as Lexa's nimble fingers skated and teased over the curves of her hips and thighs and waist under her dress while deepening every kiss. They stalled, too lost in the kisses they could finally enjoy with Lexa's hands on Clarke's bare waist. Lexa's shirt hung open, gripped in each of Clarke's fists.

As tongues slipped past lips, pent up passion took over. They tore at one another's clothing with fervor. Lexa's shirt lost a button on the cuff. Clarke clutched Lexa's strong shoulders and exhaled a deep, long satisfied breath at being able to take what she wanted after being tortuously deprived.

They couldn't get close enough together. Couldn't consume the other fast enough. Couldn't stop.

"Son of a bitch!" Clarke groaned as Lexa ground her thigh into her. She cast a wild hand to the side and knocked over the lamp and the clock on the nightstand. Lexa glanced at it, alarmed. "Fuck it," Clarke pulled her closer. "I'll buy a new one," Clarke brought Lexa's lips back to hers.

Lexa pulled her off of the wall as she gathered Clarke's dress to push it up over her head. The moments where the fabric came between them felt too long. Clarke yanked it the rest of the way off before pushing Lexa across the room towards the dresser. Clarke's makeup and hair products sitting on top all rattled and toppled over on impact. Lexa whipped her head around to check the damage as Clarke worked her belt.