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Clarke and Lexa are ex partners. Clarke’s friends invite her to the new lez nightclub thats opened up. She’s having an incredible time until she sees Lexa dancing in the middle of a group of girls.

Oh shit anon.

“Come on Griffin!! You promised!”

“I just want a quiet night in. Work has been so brutal this week” Clarke says as she drops into the oversized chair.

“Pleeeeease???? You said I had to wait a month until the opening rush slowed down. It’s been TWO!” The dark haired woman drops into Clarkes lap making puppy dog eyes. “Please Clarke?”

With an annoyed glare Clarke speaks through her teeth. “Fine.”

An excited Raven pecks Clarkes cheek and gets up. Quickly running towards her room. But before she closes her door, she pokes her head out “And, wear something nice…”

Clarke immediately groans and rolls her eyes.

Ravens door closes and Clarke forces herself up. Walking into the kitchen and making herself a sandwich. Staring out the window as she stands at the counter forcing herself to eat. Once she finishes she releases a deep sigh dropping her head. She just wants to go to bed. She’s so fucking tired.

Clubs are noisy, full of drunk girls, and always have an overly fruity smell.

With a groan she trudges up the steps.

Taking her sweet ass time to get ready, she hears all her friends gathering downstairs.

Pulling on her black jeans, a loose fitting tee that clings to her just right, and a black blazer she tailored herself, she sits on the side of her bed and slips her feet into her boots. When they are tied, she looks up and sees herself in her full length mirror.

Studying her reflection, she knows she looks good. She knows she will be approached tonight. Probably even invited back to someone’s place. But she’s so sick of the meaningless sex. So sick of the meaningless relationships.

But, her anger got the better of her and ruined the only relationship that was ever worth a damn.

Standing, she turns the mirror around so it faces the wall. Putting her wallet and phone in her pockets, she heads downstairs.

She is met with a resounding “HEEEEEY!!! CLARKE!!” By the group. It makes her smile. Her friends have always been there to support her and pull her through the tough times. But a lot of them became angry and distant the more she blew them off.

Clarke looks around the room, a group of 6 all dressed up and ready to go.

“I called two cabs, they should be here shortly” Raven says as she links arms with Clarke. “I’m so glad you’re coming. I need my wingman”

With a laugh Clarke pulls Raven closer and hugs her tightly. As if on cue, a horn honks outside as they release. 4 piling into one can and three into the other.

It’s only a fifteen minute drive, but Raven’s mom was killed in an accident by a drunk driver when she was really little. So she doesn't let any of her friends drive if they have had even a sip of alcohol.

They wait in line to get in and the place is already packed. Bodies as far as the eye can see.

The dancefloor takes up the entirety of the middle of the room, but is two steps lower than the floor the bar and tables are on.

When Clarke see’s the line for the bar, she leans in towards Raven’s ear. “Have everyone text me their drink order. Go grab a table and I’ll meet you there”

Raven nods, grabbing the rest of the girls and corralling them towards a table while Clarke makes her way to the bar.

Standing in line she pulls her phone out. Looking at her schedule for the rest of the week. Thinking to herself Fuck. This is my only night off for 6 more days. Why did I let Raven talk me into this??

She is immediately grumpy and kicking herself. So much so that she doesn't notice that she's almost at the front of the line.

She’s interrupted mid groan by a “Can I buy you a drink?”.

Without looking up Clarke says “my tab is going to be far more than you can afford”

She hears the girl scoff and immediately feels bad. She gently grabs the girl by the arm and says “I’m sorry. That was really fucking rude. What I meant was that I’m here with my friends and I have to buy seven drinks. And I don't think you want to buy me seven $20 drinks”

The girl immediately softens. Taking a half step into Clarke and says “since you’re already buying seven, care to make it eight?” She says with a grin.

Clarke looks at her with an almost scolding look when she answers. “Usually, no. But since I was such an ass, I will buy you an apology drink”

The girl moves towards Clarke’s ear and says “I’d prefer a dance instead”. Before slightly backing down.

Clarke smirks. “I’ll tell you what” she points towards the far end of the club. “My table is somewhere over there. Come find me in a little while. I’m not good on my feet until I’ve gotten a couple drinks in me”

The girl kisses Clarke’s cheek. “Deal”

Once Clarke makes it to the front she orders. Quickly realizing carrying seven drinks through a crowded club was a terrible life choice.

She dodges elbows and shoulders. Hands from people talking excitedly.

Relief washing over her when she spots Raven.

She sets all the drinks down, everyone takes theirs and they ‘cheers’.

They chat, finishing their drinks. Get a round of shots from the waitress walking around.

Clarke spots the little blonde from earlier approaching. She immediately turns to Raven “Do.Not”

Ravens eyes immediately turn to confusion until she sees the little blonde approach Clarke.

“Have you had enough liquid courage?”

Clarke steals another shot off the table. “Sure. Why not?”

The girl grabs Clarke's hand and pulls her towards the floor. She hears Raven yelling behind her “Go get ‘em Griff!!”

She immediately turns her head and shoots her best friend a dirty look.

Her table of friends chuckling, finishing their shots and heading to the floor themselves.

Clarke dances with this girl for a good hour. Both getting sweaty and slightly out of breath. Their bodies moving and fitting together better than expected. Hands wandering, bodies grinding, lips getting closer and closer to one another. Clarke starting to think she may actually go home with this girl. They are near the middle of the crowd when she spots her.

Her ex.

Lexa.

She continues to dance with the small girl. But cant take her eyes off Lexa.

She’s in a skimpy black dress. She’s surrounded by four women.

She watches Lexa kiss the first girl. Then the one behind her roughly grabs her by the hips. Forcing her to face her as a third grabs her chin and begins to kiss her deeply.

She watches Lexa’s fingers intertwine themselves in this woman's hair.

Clarke watches them paw and grope at Lexa. Not one single gentle touch or caress. All seeming to just take whatever they want from the brunette.

A fire begins to build in her stomach.

The small blonde grabs her arm “are you okay??”

With a growl Clarke says “I need a break”. Ripping herself from the girls hand and forcing her way off the dance floor.

Raven watches her go up the couple steps. She knows that look. She immediately abandons their group and heads towards Clarke who is hunched over one of the standing room tables with her face in her hands.

She puts her arm around Clarke’s waist. To which Clarke jumps at the touch. Ready to shove off whoever is touching her until she notices its Raven. She relaxes.

“What happened??” Raven asks.

Through gritted teeth Clarke replies “she’s here…”

“Who’s…” but she doesn't have to ask. She already knows there's only one person who could have this affect on her best friend. Only one person on this entire planet can affect Clarke Griffin's mood this much.

The small blonde now approaching, a little out of breath “are you.. okay?” Taking a few more breaths “Is it something I did?”

Clarke doesn't even register the words.

Raven turns to the girl and says “give us a second. It’s not you, she just had a long week”

The girl nods a little apprehensively.

This is when a switch flips in Clarke’s head.

She stands tall, brushes past Raven, grabs the girls hand and guides her back to the floor. She is not letting Lexa ruin this for her.

Not again.

They once again begin to dance. Clarke definitely being a little more aggressive this time.

Her hands on the girl's ass. Grinding against her. Kissing her deeply as the girls hands begin to roam under Clarke’s blazer.

Clarke is distracted by a body behind her that keeps half shoving her into the small blonde. She’s trying to keep them both stable, but the woman behind her seems to be getting more aggressive about it.

When she turns around to confront them, she sees the back of her head, the head connected to a pair of lips that are far too familiar.

The bright green eyes open, make contact with her, and register what is happening.

She doesn't hear anything, but the ringing in her ears. She sees her name escape Lexa’s mouth. ‘Clarke?’.

She immediately shoves past the group. Lexa tries to grab her arm to stop her. But one of the 4 in her group pull her back and begin to kiss her neck.

The small blonde decides to cut her losses. She came here for a good time, not a moody project.

Clarke rushes towards the bathroom. Fighting through the crowd. When she finally gets there, it's HUGE. Which makes sense. If you’re going to have a large lesbian club, you better have a big ass nice bathroom.

There are 6 seperate rows of stalls. Long lines of sinks separating every row. Large vanities against the back wall. A couple small couches. They really went all out.

Clarke makes her way to one of the vanities in the back corner. Turning the water on and splashing her face. She puts her hands on the side of the sink and stares at her reflection.

“You should have known better. You should have known she would be here.”

The door bursts open and she hears a familiar voice saying “no no, grab me a cranberry and vodka. I’ll meet you at the table”

She can see the reflection of the brunettes face quickly turn from having the time of her life to like she's just seen a ghost.

She stops in her tracks and once again the blonde’s name escapes the brunette's plump lips. “Clarke?”

Lexa approaches Clarke, but the closer she gets, the angrier Clarke feels. She tries to brush past Lexa, but Lexa does not allow her to. She grabs her bicep, shoving her back towards the vanity. Clarke forgets how much stronger Lexa is than her figure makes her look.

“No. You don't get to drudge off in a huff. This is what you wanted Clarke. You don't get to be angry and treat me like shit about it”

Clarke’s eyes fill with fire. Scoffing loudly she says “what I wanted?! Fuck you Lexa”

Lexa’s eyebrows immediately go up. “YOU ended this Clarke. Not me.”

Clarke scoffs again. “Yeah. I ended it. But only because you…” Clarke can’t even finish her sentence.

“Don’t you dare. It wasn't solely my fault!”

“Who the hell else would I put it on?!?! I caught you two in bed!!! What? Did you both just slip at the same time and her face just so happened to land in your dripping cunt??”

Lexa slaps Clarke as hard as she can across the face. Both of them breathing heavily.

“How fucking dare you.” The brunette spits.

Clarke tries to push past Lexa again. This time Lexa shoves Clarke back by her shoulders. “You never even gave me a chance to explain”

“It was pretty self explanatory…”

Tears welling in Lexa’s eyes. “I loved you Clarke. I admit I didn't handle the situation well. But… I never stopped loving you”

Clarke doesn't know if it's the alcohol clouding her judgment, or if she has just been craving this closure for so many years. But she steps into Lexa and their lips smash together.

They kiss each other hungrily.

Feraly.

Aggressively.

Clarke shoves Lexa backwards into the end handicap stall. Slamming the door behind her, Lexa quickly locking it.

Their lips immediately meet again as Lexa rips Clarke’s blazer off.

Clarke’s hands all over Lexa’s tits and ass. Feeling completely intoxicated by Lexa’s overwhelming scent.

Lexa pulls herself into Clarke. Grinding against her crotch. She can already feel the bulge growing.

Clarke backs her up against the wall and is all but dry humping her.

Lexa begins to pull at the belt, button and zipper that is between her and the craving she’s been feeling for so fucking long.

Freeing Clarke’s shaft from her underwear, stroking it roughly.

Clarke growls, spinning Lexa around and bends her over.

Her hands catching herself on the sink.

Clarke pulls the skimpy dress up, and the soaked panties down. Easily slipping into her favorite dripping wet pussy.

Both of them immediately moaning.

Clarke firmly grabs handfulls of Lexa’s hips. Slamming as hard as she can into her.

Both of them already so fucking close to cumming.

Lexa’s moans getting louder and louder. Clarke grabs her around the throat. Standing her up. Trapping her hips between her cock and the sink. Gently squeezing her throat so that she can breathe, but no noise can escape.

Lexa’s mouth falls open, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her palm hitting the mirror, trying to steady them.

Clarke is thrusting up and into her like her life depends on it. She feels Lexa tightening around her shaft. As soon as she feels Lexa begin to cum, she releases her load. Gently thrusting in and out. She releases Lexa who bends over and rocks back into her. Hands tightly gripping the sides of the sink.

Clarke’s palm hits the mirror. Supporting herself as she breathes heavily. Her dick throbbing, covered in slick.

When she finally comes to her senses, she realizes that she’s just put herself back to square one.

She almost inaudibly growls out “god damn it.” Pulling her pants up, tucking her still hard shaft in her waistband and grabbing her blazer. Quickly exiting the bathroom before Lexa even has time to come down from her orgasm.

Clarke shoves her way through the crowd Raven tries to stop her but she yanks her arm away screaming “I fucking told you I didnt want to come here!!!!”

Raven knows better than to try to argue with Clarke when she’s like this.

“Do you want me to call you a cab?”

Clarke shakes her head no and continues out of the club.

Once outside she pulls her blazer over her shoulders and digs in her pocket for her phone. It's only now that she realizes that it's no longer in her pocket.

She yells “fuck!” As she squats down and puts her head in her hands. Trying her hardest to pull herself together.

She sits like this for a few minutes. Shaking in anger and hurt. Disappointed in herself. Disappointed for not only doing this to herself, but to Lexa as well.

She feels someone squat down next to her and gently tap her knee. When she drops her hands she sees her phone. It takes her another moment before she realizes it’s Lexa.

She takes it from her, stands, says “thanks” and starts walking away.

“Clarke, stop!”

Once again her bicep is being grabbed by a firm grip.

“Come on. Please talk to me” Lexa begs.

Clarke turns and stares into the eyes that she thought she would wake up to for the rest of her life. Slightly shaking her head no. Her voice barely audible when she says “I can't do this again Lex. I can't go through this again.” Shaking her head she begs “Please. Please just let me go”.

Lexa shakes her head no and tightens her grip. “No. I’m not doing that again. I’m not making the mistake of letting you run off and lick your wounds alone”

Lexa hooks her arm with Clarkes and sharts to pull her towards the parking lot. “Come on, we can go back to our place” she quickly corrects herself. “My place”.

She can't believe how instantaneously she’s fallen back into sync with Clarke.

Clarke doesn't have the strength to say no. Not to Lexa. She never has. The one time she did it burned her entire life to embers.

She allows the brunette to lead her to her car. Slumping into the passenger seat.

They drive is silence.

Clarke feeling immediately sick when they park in front of their old apartment building. She looks at Lexa with slight panic.

“Come on. It’s okay.”

Clarke’s jaw immediately tightens.

Lexa exits, walks to the passenger side, opening the door and offering Clarke her hand.

Clarke stares at it for a moment before taking it. She’s already put herself back at square one. Nothing else can make it worse, right?

They get in the elevator, Lexa hitting the button. Number ten glowing.

They wait in silence as they ascend upwards.

The elevator opens and Lexa steps out. Clarke walks slowly and cautiously. It still smells the same. Looks the same.

Like no time has passed.

Lexa futzes with the lock and opens the door. Throwing her keys into the bowl.

Clarke stands in the doorway.

Frozen.

Apartment 1010. The apartment they fell in love in. The apartment they created a home in. The apartment they planned their future in. Where she envisioned what their babies would look like. Where they would move to and grow old together…

The apartment where it all went wrong and her happily ever after was ripped from underneath her.

Lexa comes back, grabbing Clarke’s hand and pulling her inside. Closing and locking the door behind her.

She guides her to the couch and pushes her down into it. “Do you still drink spotted cow?”

Clarke swallows hard. “I think I need something a little stronger…”

With a smile Lexa makes her way to the kitchen. Pouring Clarke a Jack and Coke and a glass of wine for herself.

Walking back towards Clarke she offers the glass. Clarke taking it without looking at her. Lexa excuses herself for a moment, changing out of the dress and into an oversized tshirt.

She takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch and grabs her glass of wine, settling in. “Do you want something to change into?”

Clarke shakes her head no and says “I’m fine”

Lexa puts her glass on the table and scoots closer to Clarke. “I know you dont want to listen to what I have to say. But, can you please try? For the sake of everything we’ve been through? Just give me five uninterrupted minutes? If you still hate me at the end, i'll drive you home”

Clarke doesn't answer, or even look up from her glass. She just nods.

Lexa wants to reach out and touch Clarke. But she knows it'll make her uncomfortable and she’s already pushed her far past what she should be. She swore she would let Clarke go. Give her the space she demanded. But this is her one and only chance she will ever get to fix this.

The memory of Clarke’s face replaying in her mind like it has thousands of times before this.

The shock.

The devastation.

The anger.

Costia quickly getting dressed and running out the door.

Clarke gathering her things as Lexa cries and apologizes. Begging Clarke not to go.

“I never blamed you for leaving.” She stares down at her hands, picking at her fingers. “I fucked up. I never denied that.”

Clarke’s jaw tightens before interrupting. “Why?”

“Why what?”

Clarke now looks Lexa dead in the eyes. She wants to see the truth. “Was I not good enough? Was I not attentive enough? Caring enough? Did you fall out of love with me?”

This shatters Lexa’s heart. She cant help herself. She scoots into Clarke and takes her hand. “Clarke, I have loved you since the day we met”

Clarke pulls her hand from Lexa’s. Tears beginning to stream down her face. “Then why?! How?? How could you cheat on me?! What did I do?!” She demands.

All Lexa wants to do is touch Clarke. To comfort her.

“It all happened so fast…”

Clarke scoffs. “Fuck off”

“I didn't even invite her here Clarke, you did!”

Fire in her eyes she glares at Lexa “so what? It’s my fault?!”

Lexa immediately backs down. “That’s not what I said. Please… please just let me finish”

Clarke sits back in her seat and takes a huge gulp of her drink.

“I’m not making excuses. I’m just trying to explain where I was…” Lexa swallows hard. “You had been so busy at the hospital. And when you were home, you were so distant.”

“My Dad fucking died!!!! I’m sorry for being depressed over losing my father. I know it was a real inconvenience to you…”

Lexa interrupts this time, continuing “I thought you needed space, but I was wrong. I should have been there for you. I should have comforted you. But I felt a growing distance between us. I thought I was losing you… then Costia was here and things felt carefree again. Things felt easy. I had too much to drink, which again isn't an excuse. But it was a contributing factor. I missed our intimacy. I missed being held. I just… I felt so alone…”

Clarke inhales to speak, but Lexa does not allow her to.

“I now realize that you were feeling the same way. And I should have done so many things differently Clarke”

Lexa scoots into Clarke. Taking her drink and putting it on the table. Grabbing her hands and holding on like her life depended on it.

“It was the biggest mistake of my entire life, Clarke. And I will never forgive myself. But I can't live another day knowing you blame yourself. Because it wasn't your fault. I failed. I fell short. I should have been at your side through the whole thing.” She cups Clarkes face in her hands. Her eyes full of sadness and regret. “And instead I turned my back on you when you needed me the most. I am so fucking sorry Clarke”

Clarke is immediately up and rushing to the bathroom. She can’t deal with this. She cant do this.

Rushing down the hall, slamming the door behind her and locking it. She slides down the wall to the floor, putting her face in her hands as she cries.

Its a good five minutes before she’s able to pull herself together. When she stands she walks to the counter. Running the water and splashing her face for a second time this evening.

Then something catches her eye.

She wipes her face off to make sure she’s seeing what she thinks she is.

Her old toothbrush is still in the cup. Right next to Lexa’s.

She grabs it and storms out to the couch, holding it in front of Lexa’s face. “Why is this still here?”

Lexa speaks softly. “Look around Clarke. Everything you left behind is still here. Your photos. Clothes in the closet and drawers… cream and cologne in the vanity…”

“WHY!” Clarke demands.

Lexa stands to face her. “Because I love you Clarke. I wasn't going to throw you away a second time. And……” she takes Clarkes hands in her own “and I’d always hoped you’d come back. That you’d give me another chance”

Tears begin to fall down Clarke’s cheeks. Speaking barely above a whisper because its all she can get out. “How can I trust you again? How could I ever possibly trust my heart in your hands after all this?”

Lexa steps into her. Pulling Clarke’s hands onto her hips. “Because I know what it feels like to lose you, and I would never do anything to risk that again.” She wraps her arms around Clarke’s middle “I have been hanging onto that future we had always talked about. Stuck in this time capsule of memories. Unable to let go of you. Day after day asking myself how I could do that to the person I loved the most? Do that to the person who, until they were going through one of the hardest times of their lives, took complete care of me in every way imaginable.”

Clarke breaks. Kissing Lexa so deeply and so full of passion as tears stream down her face.

Lexa reciprocates but doesn't push it any farther.

When the kiss ends, they stare at one another and Lexa says “Clarke…”

Clarke immediately interrupts and says “shhhut up” as she smashes their lips together for a second time. Dropping the toothbrush and picking Lexa up and carrying her back to their bed.

Their bed. The bed they bought together. The sheets they picked out together. The bed they christened multiple times a day for the first two weeks of ownership.

Clarke drops Lexa onto the bed. Ripping her blazer, top and bra off as Lexa quickly works on her pants and underwear.

Immediately stroking Clarke as she nips and kisses her hips. Once semi-hard, she takes the tip in her mouth. Sucking hard.

Clarke immediately groans. She’s been with women since Lexa, but no one has ever sucked her dick like Lexa does. She all but sucks the soul right out of her body.

Clarke’s right hand cups the base of Lexa’s head. Pulling her in as she thrusts.

Lexa’s hands move to Clarke’s ass.

Clarke’s hands now on both sides of Lexa’s head. The sloppy spit noises getting louder and louder as her tip hits the back of Lexa’s throat.

Clarke can tell she’s out of practice, but fuck if her throat doesnt feel incredible. She can feel the precum dripping from her tip.

Lexa throating her shaft and swallowing the little bit.

Clarke pulls out, pulls the tee off Lexa and forces her up the bed.

Climbing on top they begin to kiss. Clumsily. Lexa’s nails tearing at Clarke’s back as she growls into Lexa’s mouth.

She lines her tip up and slowly pushes in. Clarke’s elbows near Lexa’s shoulders.

Lexa’s arms up her back. Holding her tightly into her.

Clarke kissing her cheek, her jawline, her neck. Humping like there’s no tomorrow.

Lexa moaning into Clarke’s ear as both their hips meet one another.

Both of them so close to an orgasm already and neither of them care.

Lexa cums first. Quickly followed by Clarke who continues to slowly thrust in and out. Enjoying the sloppy sounds of her balls slapping against Lexa’s dripping pussy.

They kiss. Slowly and full of meaning. When Clarke looks down at Lexa, tears are streaming down her face. Clarke immediately freezes. “Did I hurt you??”

Lexa tries to wipe her eyes as she shakes her head no. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. Since the day you left, I’ve wanted you back in our bed”

Clarke plants a few soft kisses on her plump lips.

Lexa whispers “I love you so much”

This hits Clarke in the chest harder than she expected.

Lexa grabs her face and forces her to keep eye contact. “You don't have to say it back. I know you probably don't feel it. But I have never stopped loving you Clarke”

Very gently shaking her head back and forth. “That’s the entirety of the problem Lexa. I never stopped loving you. I hated you at first. I hated everything about you. But what I hated the most, was the fact that I never stopped loving you. Not for a single second”

Lexa grabs Clarke’s face and pulls her down. Both of them crying while kissing one another.

Everything gets soft and Lexa pushes Clarke onto her back. Getting comfortable laying on top of her.

They snuggle together as their fingers gently caress one another's skin.

At one point Clarke tries to get up and Lexa’s grip tightents. Her fingertips going white.

“Please dont leave me Clarke. Not again”

Clarke plants a soft kiss on Lexa’s lips. “I’m going to go to the bathroom, and I’m going to make you some tea. I’ll be back in a little bit”

Lexa’s grip doesn't loosen. She stares at Clarke with concern.

Clarke puts her hand on Lexams face. Her thumb gently stroking Lexa’s cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. But, I do need to gather my thoughts for a minute.”

Lexa nods, kissing Clarke one more time.

“Camomile?” The gruff voice asks.

“Yes please.” The brunette squeaks out.

Clarke gets out of bed, covering Lexa up. Her hand on her hip as she bends over and kisses her again. “Rest. I’ll be back”

Lexa holds onto Clarke's hand. “Promise?”

Their lips meet again. “I promise.”

#so many thoughts oh my lord #1st of: raven and Clarke's friendship? absolutely adorable #2nd: LEXA YOU REALLY FUMBLE THE BAG HERE but at the same time *get it girl* dndjdndkdndj queen of the lesbian club 🤣#the smut? 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 the throat grabbing and then the way Lexa grabbed Clarke's ass so she could suck her better??? mah god 🥵#and 3rd: LEXA REALLY REALLY FUCKED UP!!! but they still love each other so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#Lexa opening the car door for clarke and holding her hand out for her was so cute shut up 🥺🥺🥺#oh i love them oh my god 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#clexa #fic rec #wanheda's dagger #🦦 tag

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