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Can we get a snippet of whatever you are writing for #MBFW? Kind of missing my favorite two idiots.

Aight this completely unedited, literally just copy and pasted from the doc without looking it over so excuse any mess ups 😬

Snippet from their first time

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The hallway smelled of stale perfume and mildew with just a hint of old, teenage sweat. The air thick with hormones and heisted dining hall treasures left forgotten and traces of lingering academic regret. The carpet muffled the thuds of their footsteps as they took their sweet tipsy time, winding away from the communal clump of rooms toward the block of private singles on the other side.

Lexa wondered if it was the alcohol flowing through her veins that altered her brain power, or if the kiss that still sat heavy on her lips was entirely to blame. She ran her tongue along her teeth, ground it against the ridged roof of her mouth in a nervous tick, still tasting hints of cherry vodka mixed with the sweetness of her best friend's lips.

The strum and thump of base grew distant, swelled and died along with the few snickered cheers at their departure. The fingers lazily twined with her own gave a little squeeze when they pulled even with a now familiar door. She'd been wet for hours. Biting her lip and digging her nails in just too hard for comfort, anything to just to keep her composure while surrounded by the chatter of upperclassmen. Bodies pressed tight in a sea of sweaty bodies, moving to the base of unknown songs as she'd held Clarke close. Ass grinding into the cradle of her hips. Lips ghosting lines along her neck

She'll wonder for years if she looked as dopey as she felt, smiling so brightly, so gently in the dimmed light of that dorm corridor. But it didn't matter. Not when blue eyes glanced at her with such heat over the bend of a bare shoulder.

Blood rushed hot in Lexa's veins when they pulled to a stop just outside Clarke's door. The alcohol and perfume and sweat from too many wasted touches as they'd grinded rather obscenely on the makeshift dance floor left Lexa feeling greedy. Hungry for more.

She crowded into Clarke's space, pushing her hips firm against the curve of Clarke's ass. Felt Clarke's shudder as she smoothed her palms over her waist, over her ribs, caressed the softness of her belly and down.

Fingers skating over the button and zip, they nearly collapsed against the door, moan echoing moan when Lexa found the seam of tight jeans and cupped the heat between Clarke's legs.

She grinned at the buck of Clarke's hips, both writhing with each grind against her palm as Lexa rubbed at the wetness hidden beneath tight jeans that let her strokes move so easily. Her other hand slipped up Clarke's ribs and cupped the generous curve of her breast, her arms around Clarke's waist the only thing keeping them up.

Clarke's head fell with a thunk against her door as she covered the hand on her breast and squeezed. "Fuck, Lex."

"I'm trying, love."

Her words, whispered hot into the skin of Clarke's neck, earned her a delicious little whimper.

Clarke unlocked the door with an impatient grunt and shoved it wide, stumbling out of Lexa's hold just long enough to whip around and reach for her again. To find Lexa's hands and pull her closer. Palm to palm, fingers laced, and a spark of fire in blue eyes.

"You coming?" Clarke asked in a teasing hush, using her grip to sway Lexa into her till their chests brushed.

Lexa gave a whiskey-laced nod.

If she had her way, there wasn't a prayer's chance in hell they would be doing anything else.

She let herself be pulled over the threshold. Barely noticed when the door was kicked closed behind her with a rather inconsiderate slam. Couldn't be bothered to take in one single thing other than her friend, this siren, beckoning her forward to a most pleasurable kind of death. Her heart raced as she matched every one of Clarke's slinking steps across the dorm room. Stalking her. Crowding Clarke toward the bed she'd spent hours lounged across pretending to study, sneaking glances and too-intimate touches that never felt like enough, while dreaming of this exact moment.

Her stomach swooped at the look of hunger that darkened such warm and inviting blue. Faces so close she felt each fan of Clarke's breath, so close all it would take was a lift of Lexa's chin to make the charged energy of the spell break.

It didn't feel strange to blindly sneak her fingers under the soft cotton of Clarke's shirt. To find the fiery warmth of skin that laid below. It didn't feel strange to match Clarke's pleased sigh when she obediently raised her arms, letting Lexa pull the shirt over her head in a cascade of blonde that stuck wild and frizzed in the aftermath.

It felt right.

With how easy it all was.

To be touching her friend so intimately. To feel how easily they could shift from serious to giggling with just a look as Lexa reached out and tucked back a few particularly wild curls.

Half-drunk laughs bounced off paper-thin walls between the heat of deep, breathy kisses. Clarke wrenched Lexa's shirt off far less gently, tossing it aside without a care before reeling them back together in a clash of skin.

It felt right to take a moment when their legs hit the bed to kiss her. To let their smiles fall away as Lexa pressed close. Flush against the heated skin of Clarke's body. Belly to belly. Breast to breast, feeling the hard peaks of Clarke's nipples against her own through her bra.

Fingers found the sweat dampened curls that clung along her neck and tugged Lexa into a slower, languid kiss. And Lexa really didn't understand how she had managed these few weeks since they'd met. Of not letting herself kiss her best friend. She couldn't fathom how she'd survived without it, how'd she'd just let herself walk away time and again. Couldn't begin to imagine ever going back to days of not having Clarke, exactly like this…

She settled in Clarke's lap, the tired springs from the surely used-and-abused mattress groaning under their weight as she straddled jean-clad thighs. It felt powerful in that moment, rising up on her knees and feeling the stretch of Clarke's neck as she reached to follow. It felt powerful leaning over her. Seeing such yearning just for her. Leaning down to recapture those perfectly kiss-sheened lips.

Hands slipped up her spine in drags of fingertips and tickling nails as teeth raked over her bottom lip, moaning at the soothing caress of satin tongue that followed. Her hips jerked with a pulse of arousal that pounded hot between her thighs, nodding in a hurry when Clarke clipped Lexa's bra free and followed with her own. Arms twisting and fumbling in the rush to rid themselves of any barriers left until they were bare. Leaving them open to wandering eyes and hands, each hissing in pleasured relief at the soft crush of their breasts.

The groaned sound of Clarke's, "Fuck, I need you," nearly burned Lexa alive.

They pulled back just far enough to gulp down a lungful of air, each still grasping at any bit of skin within reach to keep them close.

"What do you like?" Clarke panted in lust-laden breaths between nips along Lexa's chin, sucking marks Lexa knew she'd pretend to be mad about later as fingers dipped below the waistline of her jeans.

Lost in the feel of hands greedily palming her ass, all Lexa could manage is a strangled, "I don't know."

"Fingers or tongue, babe."

"Either. Just— Whatever you want."

"No, beautiful. I wanna hear you tell me how to how to make you come."

Lexa bit her lip with whimper. "I don't know, just anything. Whatever you want, love. I trust you."

The lips against her collarbones kissed to a devastatingly slow stop.

"Lex... Have you done this before?"

Even in the haze of just how fucking turned on she was and, god, how good Clarke's teeth, lips and tongue felt dragging across her skin, Lexa heard the muffled question against her skin and felt every muscle in her body tense.

"Um," she croaked around the desert lodged in her throat, weighing her answer before settling on the truth. "... No."

It really shouldn't have felt like a revelation at all because she'd been honest with Clarke, with only Clarke, about her upbringing and the years spent mostly in solitude. Hiding these particular pieces of herself away in the shadows of her small town.

But still, it'd become a habit in the weeks leading up to this moment. To skirt around the topic of exes and intimacy, to along the grey areas between insulation and outright lying about all things Lexa wasn't entirely well versed in.

Beyond theory, that is.

She wasn't ashamed to admit it, despite the distinct sudden grip of her fingers on Clarke's shoulders, because she knew the fundamentals backwards and front (quite literally). Had considered herself a walking lesbian encyclopedia since the ripe old age of sixteen, and could rattle off every position and erogenous zone with an ease that she was convinced would put her high school sex ed teacher to shame.

The problem was, embarrassingly, she'd never actually quite gotten around to put all her hard earned knowledge into action. Not with her grandfather and not with balancing her schoolwork and jobs, and she certainly hadn't dared to slip one toe out of line (much less a finger) when accepting the hospitality of those who'd let her crash on their couch for a few days.

So it really shouldn't have been an surprise.

And yet she prepared herself for a stutter of hands all the same. She scrunched her eyes shut to block out the devastation that would come of any judgmental looks when Clarke inevitably pulled back and pushed her away.

Her stomach dropped at the thought of her friend's incredulous look of surprise and dismay.

But… it never came.

In the rather scant amount of time that had seemed to stretch on for miles within the confines of Lexa's own mind, the hot mouth working against her skin had trailed up her neck in a line of lingering kisses to wrap around her earlobe and suck.

She felt the sting of Clarke's smile and the bite of her grin. Felt as much as heard Clarke husk in a voice made of pure sex and smoke against her ear, "Don't worry, baby. I'll show you."

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#anon #MBFW #Clexa #it gets pretty filthy after that #but then there's afterglow #and a snack #and stuff that'll recur in the fic because Andi Likes To Hurt Her Own Feelings 🙂#sorry it's taking so long for everything i know it sucks waiting #i appreciate the patience and the kindness of sticking with me #just been a lot of days of feeling terrible plus doctors appointments and tests #but i am working and moving things along i promise #medusa has like 20k professor au has like 10k this has like 5k and ths main fic has like 3k words #so there's stuff on the horizon i promise

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