I'll sing for you

Broken Rule

The light pouring in through her curtains is what stirred Clarke from her slumber, the morning sun being her alarm system and holy shit did her head hurt. She hadn't even drank a lot last night knowing that she was work the following day but apparently the lack of sleep wasn't the best idea she'd had.

She laid there for a moment willing for her eyes to stay open when she felt movement behind her. Was there an arm on her? Wait, why hadn't she noticed? Craning her neck to look behind her she was met with a main of curly brown hair. Her eyes followed down from the head upon a bare shoulder, down a toned arm that held a tribal tattoo until she peered under the covers to see the owners arm perched across her abdomen, a hand resting cupped around one of her breasts. Okay, so she was naked in bed with another naked human not that she'd noticed in her haze of sleep. That's when consciousness finally hit her that the hand on her chest belonged to an absolute goddess. How the hell could she forget that she brought Lexa home last night? Holy shit, she brought Lexa home last night!!

*night prior*

Clarke was definitely feeling a buzz, but that wasn't the only thing she was feeling. Some how she'd ended up pushed up against the door of her apartment with Lexa's lips attached to her own, tongues battling for dominance. How did she get here? Clarke couldn't remember, but Clarke also didn't care.

They'd been flirting shamelessly all night, her friends not paying any mind the more alcohol that they consumed but Clarke paced herself. She didn't want to be too drunk and have the brunettes impression of her be a sloppy one, that and she had scheduled surgeries for the next day that she definitely couldn't do with a hangover, even if they were in the afternoon. Of course once everyone started to announce their departure, her two roommates going separately with their significant others it left Clarke do go home alone. Lexa had offered her a ride, something about a driver but Clarke wasn't sure. She'd gingerly accepted the brunettes request and now she found herself pinned up against her door, lips attached to her neck whilst she fumbled with her keys.

Clarke managed to locate her keys in her jacket pocket, she turned to face away from the brunette only to have her hair swiped to one side and plump lips attached back onto her pulse point. She could feel her underwear becoming uncomfortable due to the slick heat coming from her core. Her hands fumbled but she managed to get the door open before strong hand were pushing her back and pinning her again the door as soon as it was closed and came face to face with Lexa once again. Fuck this girl is strong.

They kissed hungrily, breathing become rapid and moans echoed through her apartment not knowing who was the source of the sound not really caring. All Clarke cared about was getting out of her clothes and getting this gorgeous woman into her bed.

"Bed" was all Clarke could mumble between kisses.

She pushed off the door leading Lexa blindly in the direction of her bedroom, clothing being shed as soon as they made it to their destination. Her leather jacket made a heavy thump when it hit the floor, the buckles of her boots scraping the surface under their feet once they'd been kicked off. Clarke almost ripped the buttons of the girls dress shirt in frustration because they just didn't seem to be coming apart quick enough. As soon as they made it to the bedroom wearing nothing but bottom underwear, Clarke thanked her past self for choosing to wear a Lacey thong whilst Lexa was clad in boy shorts that hugged her thighs and ass just right.

Clarke was losing control, which wasn't something she did often. Whenever she'd sleep with a woman, she was always in control of the situation but Lexa was just something else. She found herself being picked up and gingerly thrown onto her bed, bouncing on the mattress before the lawyer was between her legs pulling her thong off with her teeth. Yes, her fucking teeth! Clarke thought.