Clarke and Lexa, falling in love in coffee shops and fucking on trains in public. #LivingTheirBestLives
“Well, that’s it for me, then, my third strike and I’m out. I’ll be fired by noon.”
Lexa’s lips twitch with her effort to suppress a smile. “What were your other two strikes?”
“First strike was for neglecting my duties to flirt with pretty customers,” says Clarke casually, reaching out to tug on Lexa’s shirt collar; Lexa’s takes a sharp intake of breath as Clarke’s fingers brush against her neck, warm and soft. She forces herself to stay still as Clarke sweeps a thumb over the fabric to smooth out the crease. When Clarke pulls her hand back, she’s smirking in triumph. “I have no idea what they were talking about, though. I don’t flirt.”
Lexa swallows thickly. “I’d say any attempts at flirting would be negated by your failure to spell their names properly, though.”
Clarke sighs. “You’re right. I guess my strengths lie in my other skills.”
Lexa’s gaze shifts from blue eyes to the tempting curve of Clarke’s lips. “Like what?”
Clarke’s smirk grows. “Stick around and maybe you’ll find out.”
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