A/N: Don't take this too seriously, I wrote it in one go and my nights out tend to inspire me to write the dumbest things.

Content warning: Alcohol mentions

The club is buzzing, the bass drumming loudly through Lexa's body. Anya and Echo are dancing without a care in the world and Lexa fiddles around in her pocket for change. Clubs have never really been her type of scenery, but she's not finding it as suffocating as before. She's almost enjoying it. Almost.

Anya catches her eyes and Lexa motions that she's going to get something to drink. Perhaps a shot of something strong is all she needs to loosen up that little bit more and make this night a little more enjoyable.

She navigates her way to the bar, dodging the movement of dancing bodies and trying not to step in puddles of spilled beer.

She nears the bar and looks up. Up until now she had been able to step around most groups that were in her way, but this one's an exception.

Her path is blocked.

The bar is right there, the bartender carelessly washing shot glasses and she's so close to getting her drink.

Perhaps if she had already had one, she would have the courage to just push through this group. They are, after all, standing in a very inconvenient spot for anyone who is trying to reach the bar.

She contemplates it for a second, standing awkwardly behind a blonde haired girl with a snapback and hoping that someone of the group will notice and let her through.

They don't.

She glances around to try and find another route to the bar but finds none, and for the shortest moment she looks back at Anya and Echo, considering to just give up on her drink and make her way back to them.

But that's ridiculous, she tells herself.

She's not going to be restricted by some random group of people that have chosen the most terrible spot to stand in.

She tenses her jaw and tries to decide if she should say something (or technically yell something, since the music's way too loud), or alert the girl that's standing between her and her drink of her presence by touch.

Unintentionally, she does both.

In a poor attempt to squeeze past the girl without seeming too rude, her hand accidentally brushes against the back of the blonde's thigh in a way it's not supposed to, who immediately turns around at the feeling of someone behind her.

Lexa's eyes go wide and she raises her hands in defense, feeling unfairly guilty about pushing herself behind the girl.

"Sorry!" she shouts over the music, and the girl's startled expression turns into a smile.

A really beautiful smile, Lexa notes.

The girl's friends have their eyes on Lexa as well, but Lexa doesn't look at them. She gives the blonde an apologetic smile and makes her way over to the bar.

For some reason, her heart is pounding and she thinks that was way too much of a hassle to get her drink.

She orders and the bartender nods as he goes to get her drink.

"Lexa?"

She turns to the group that she had just pushed through and finds Lincoln's friendly face looking at her. He has an arm around a pretty brunette next to him.

"Lincoln."

He smiles and she returns it.

"This is Octavia," he shouts over the music, and Lexa gives the brunette a friendly nod, remembering how Lincoln had told her of his girlfriend.

She finally roams her eyes over the other faces of the group. There's another girl with brown hair leaning against the bar with a smug look on her face, and two guys, one of which is wearing goggles for some reason that Lexa can't figure out. There's another young man standing next to Octavia with the same dark hair as she, and he flicks his hand against the cap of the blonde next to him. She gives him a jokingly annoyed look and Lexa's eyes fall on her last.

Oh, right. And there's her.

The corner of her mouth tugs up but she decides she's made a fool of herself enough and turns towards the bar where the bartender places her drink in front of her.

"Didn't take you for a tequila girl."

Lexa's eyes shoot up to the blonde that's taken a seat next to her.

She wants to smile, but instead her brow furrows and she shrugs. "Why not?" Lexa replies.

The girl smirks and leans forward to Lexa's ear to be heard better over the music. "Most people would just push past someone without a second glance. You were apologizing over the brush of a hand," she laughs. "I just figured you'd be someone who sticks to wine or something."

"Wine?" Lexa echoes. She likes wine, but it's definitely not what she'd order in a club at 1am on a night out.

"Yeah," the girl replies. "'Cause it's classy."

Lexa quirks an eyebrow. "You think I'm classy?" she asks, laughing.

The girl nods her head with a shrug of her shoulders like it's something she had carefully contemplated.

Lexa just laughs and licks the inside of her wrist before taking the salt shaker from the bar and pouring some salt on her skin. She feels the girl's eyes following her movement and tries to ignore the warm feeling that settles in her stomach.

Within a few seconds, she licks the salt, downs the shot and bites off the lemon with only the slightest twitch of her face. The girl next to her is still watching her with some sort of smile and Lexa can't help the way the corner of her mouth lifts.

"Do another one with me," the blonde says and Lexa nods.

This wasn't the plan; she was going to get just one drink and make this club feel a little less suffocating, maybe have a dance with Anya and Echo.

But within moments two shots are lined up in front of them, and the girl is already pouring salt on a moistened side of her hand.

"Come on Lexa, hold out your hand," the girl encourages her with a bright smile, holding the salt shaker ready. Lexa startles for a moment at the use of her name, but then realizes Lincoln had mentioned it. She licks her wrist once more before extending her arm.

Their empty shot glasses slam onto the bar at the same time, and Lexa barely notices the burn down her chest as she watches the girl bite into the lemon.

"I'm Clarke, by the way," the girl says and Lexa smiles.

She glances over Clarke's shoulder and sees the girl's friends have migrated to the dance floor.

"Do you want to dance?" Lexa asks her, and she convinces herself it's not considered awkward when both their friends are already on the dance floor as well.

Clarke looks over her shoulder at the crowd and bites her lip.

"Sure," she says eventually, and smiles at Lexa as she grabs her hand and tugs her through the mass of bodies.

Her hand is soft, like, incredibly soft and suddenly the nerves in Lexa's own hand seem to have increased in sensitivity in an attempt to fully capture the feeling of the other girl's warm hand.

They dance to the typical remixes of well-known songs and every now and then Clarke is shouting along with the lyrics, causing Lexa to bite her lip in amusement.

Gradually, Clarke moves closer to her until their bodies are only shy of touching, except for the occasional touch of hands or the press against each other as someone bumps into them.

Their movements are synchronized and in the middle of one song, the way Clarke is looking at her drives her insane. For a brief moment she wonders if she's imagining things, if she's making a mistake, but then Clarke's hips brush against hers and she decides - fuck it.

Lexa brings her arms around the girl's middle and presses them closer against each other, and Clarke smiles brightly like she's been waiting for it. Their bodies move against each other and their faces are close enough for Lexa to feel Clarke's breath on her lips.

The song switches and it's a terrible transition, throwing their rhythm apart and Clarke chuckles as their movements still.

"Do you want another drink?" Clarke asks in Lexa's ear and her arms let go as she nods, because her mouth is dry and she should probably drink something to get rid of it.

What she didn't expect was for Clarke to order two more tequila shots.

Okay, maybe part of her did expect it.

Still, Lexa gulps down some water before turning to meet Clarke's eyes. Clarke has pulled her snapback backwards and she's standing closer than Lexa had expected, but she doesn't mind it.

She doesn't mind it at all.

Her eyes glance down at Clarke's lips shortly, allowing herself a moment to admire them and wondering if they would feel just as soft as her hands had felt.

Her gaze snaps back up when Clarke smirks and leans in closer.

"Can I do a body shot?" she asks, lips teasingly close to Lexa's ear and Lexa's eyes widen as something flips in her stomach.

She nods and Clarke merely nudges the side of her face against Lexa's chin. She complies and arches her head, giving Clarke the access she asked for.

She feels Clarke's tongue wet the skin, and Lexa's fairly sure it's more of a kiss than a simple lick to ready it for the salt. Clarke's lips brush over the moistened area as she pulls back.

Her eyes find Lexa's blown pupils and she pushes Lexa further against the bar, sprinkling a line of salt on the curve of her neck.

Clarke then stares at Lexa expectantly, quirking an eyebrow.

Oh, right.

She reaches for the slice of lemon and holds it between her teeth. Clarke smiles and Lexa tries not to gasp at the feeling of her tongue against her skin once more. This time Clarke sucks, leaving Lexa's pulse throbbing in her throat and in a dozen other places of her body.

Clarke maintains eye contact as she reaches for the shot glass behind Lexa and downs it. She slams it back down on the bar and stays pressed up against Lexa. She leans in to take the lemon from Lexa's mouth, letting their lips brush only slightly and leaving Lexa to watch her breathlessly.

Only two seconds later, the lemon is out of Clarke's mouth and Lexa crashes their lips together. They taste of salt and lemon and the distinctly harsh taste of the alcohol, and Lexa sighs into the kiss because Clarke's lips really are as soft as she imagined them to be.

Their tongues meet expertly in between the sucking and nibbling of each other's lips, heads leaning sideways in desperate attempts to deepen the kiss even further.

Their bodies press together and the soft moans can't be heard over the loud music, but they vibrate against the other's mouth. The kiss is hungry and Lexa can't remember the last time she felt this aroused, and she fears she might have forgotten how she's supposed to take it from here.

They break apart for air, still leaving the occasional nibble on the side of a mouth or along a jaw.

"So are you gonna ask me if I'm coming home with you?" Clarke chuckles into her ear and Lexa bites her own swollen lip.

"I thought that was your line?"

Lexa ignores the way Anya's eyebrow rises when she says she's leaving.

Lincoln merely chuckles as Clarke hastily says goodbye to her friends.

Her apartment is colorful, Lexa notices. It's not necessarily messy, but it's lively and when her eyes fall on a half-finished painting she realizes why Clarke's hands felt so soft.

They're delicate.

Clarke pushes her into her bedroom, jackets already shrugged off in the hallway and hands clawing at shirts. The desperate sounds coming from their mouths are no longer drowned out by music and every gasp from Clarke's mouth sets Lexa's insides on fire.

Shirts are tossed and Lexa pulls back for a short moment, realizing what is happening, but then Clarke presses their bare skin together and reaches for the clasp of her bra with a silent question in her eyes and just like that Lexa is caught up in a haze of desire again.

Lexa's bra slides down her arms and Clarke moves to take off her own. Lexa's mouth is immediately back to dry and she tries not to gasp at the look of Clarke's exposed breasts - she does at the feel of them against her own.

They stumble against the wall, through the room and eventually make it into bed. Their need for each other seems extreme, like the tension has been building up for so much longer than they've actually known each other. Clarke sighs into Lexa's mouth and her muddled thoughts wonder if she's ever felt that before - because she could swear she had missed it.

The heat doesn't die down and neither does their passion. Every now and then blue eyes meet green ones, sending up a spark of recognition, of connection, but neither can place their finger on it and they just assume it's because of the hunger in their eyes.

Clarke's hands were soft in Lexa's own, they're soft against her skin even when they send sparks of electricity through her, but they're also persistent as they find their way into Lexa. She gasps at the feeling, and for some reason Clarke keeps placing the sweetest kisses on her lips that feel so out of place, but so natural.

The way she whispers, "Clarke," feels natural as well.

Clarke's voice is low and husky, but gradually her soft sighs make way for louder moans with a higher pitch and Lexa's heart swells at her sounds of pleasure.

Whereas Lexa normally closes her eyes tightly when she comes undone and sees the brightest stars, she finds Clarke's eyes instead and swears she can still see them.

Clarke moans out Lexa's name accompanied by a loud slur of curse when she comes and Lexa works her over three times more, just to hear it again.

Lexa's body is flushed under the covers and she wonders if she should leave, if Clarke wanted nothing more from her than a good release and it really wasn't her place to stay in Clarke's bed.

But the blonde smiles at her, and it's different from the smirk or the smug look she had given earlier - it's sweet and warm, and Lexa feels the same smile tug on her own lips as Clarke moves closer to cuddle into her.

Clarke falls asleep to the feeling of Lexa's bare skin against her.

And Lexa silently thanks her for standing in the most inconvenient spot in front of the bar.