I've Got You Under My Skin

Chapter 7

"God! Can you type any faster, Clarke. I'm getting old here." Lexa said out loud.

It confused Clarke at first, she looked at Lexa, and then saw Lexa signaling to her that Anya was in the room. Oh right.

"What a pity, aging but haven't gotten any prettier even now" Clarke retorted.

Lexa made a face.

"You two should at least try to be kinder to each other"

"Never" Lexa said.

"That's one thing we agree on" Clarke said, still typing away.

"Okay, I've got to head out to run some errands, can I trust you two won't murder each other while I'm away? Anya said.

That got both their attention.

"We'll try" Clarke said.

"Can't promise you anything" Lexa said, getting up from her seat to walk Anya to the door so that she can close it behind her.

"What time will you be back?"

"In an hour and a half, just got to check on a friend of mine. She's unwell and no one's at home with her."

"Oh okay."

"Is Clarke staying for dinner? Ask her. Make sure she eats before she leaves"

"Ugh, isn't it enough I have to deal with her on an assignment"

"Shhh Lexa! She can hear you. That's very rude"

"okay okay, I'll ask her. Only because you insisted" Lexa said.

Once Anya was gone, and Lexa returned to the living room, Clarke kept her laptop back down on the table in front of the couch, Lexa came up and sat right beside her, and it didn't take long for their lips to lock once more.

The kiss grew heated, hands roamed, Clarke climbed on to Lexa's lap, straddling her thighs.

"You taste like cherries" Lexa said when she pulled away to catch her breath between kisses and dove right back in, Clarke smiled in the kiss and then asked against her lips.

"You like it?"

"Hmmmm" Lexa moaned, her tongue fighting for dominance. Lexa's hands were placed firmly on Clarke's hips, she hadn't moved them an inch. Clarke guided them a little higher, so that her fingers grazed the skin above the waistline of her jeans.

Lexa broke the kiss to look down at where her hands were holding Clarke's waist under the hem of her t-shirt.

Her hands then very boldly inched higher, until her palms were flat against Clarke's sides "you're so warm" Lexa whispered.

"I prefer hot" Clarke teased, then leaned down to kiss Lexa's lips again, this time when Lexa broke the kiss, her lips latched on to Clarke's neck, kissing and sucking at her skin, causing Clarke to moan pleasurably.

Lexa's hands got bolder, creeping up into Clarke's t-shirt, to softly fondle Clarke's breasts over her bra.

"Oh yes..." Clarke encouraged, and without warning she began to grind down on Lexa's hips.

"Wow" Lexa breathed into Clarke's shoulder

"Ughhh Lexa, today was supposed to be about me taking care of you!"

"We can do both. I'd like to watch you come again..."

Those words on her lips, in that raspy bedroom voice, Clarke wanted to kiss those lips forever.

"Can we go to your room?" Clarke asked between kisses.

"Yes" Lexa said, unable to find words at the feelings growing inside her, the pool of arousal between her legs was distracting, and she couldn't wait to finally touch Clarke again.