dreamsaremywords: The first time she saw her, the rest of the world fell away. The pub was rowdy and
dreamsaremywords: The first time she saw her, the rest of the world fell away. The pub was rowdy and crowded tonight; perfect to slip away unnoticed. Lexa sat in her usual stool at the corner, the optimal position to observe the rest of the bar. Nothing of interest had happened so far in the three quarters of an hour she’d been here, nursing a single glass of whiskey. Nothing until the scent drifted over to her and she was lifting her head, nose to the air, before she could even think about it, head turning toward the direction it had came from. The rest of the pub faded into a blur, dull and gray and inconsequential, her vision narrowing onto one person as her gaze fell on the girl with golden hair. She smelled absolutely divine.That was Lexa’s first thought, as the scent of the blonde sitting at the end of the bar washed over her. Something flowery and not at all subtle, hitting her with as much subtlety as the stormy sea crashed the shore. Her next thought was not quite as innocent. The woman was beautiful. Loose curls of blonde hair tipped a vivid pink framed a pretty face. Gorgeous curves hugged by a blue dress, cleavage spilling out, exposing the fullness of her breasts with every laugh, and oh, the woman was laughing, pink-slicked mouth stretched in a wide grin as she giggled at the inane suggestion the human beefcake next to her muttered in her ear. Her eyes were most captivating. A bright, clear blue. Lexa felt the shift inside her when she met them; when the girl happened to glance over the rim of her martini as she brought it to her lips. Lexa froze, mouth dry, and the girl’s eyes seemed to sparkle at the reaction, something mischievous in their depths. Lexa realized her mouth was open slightly and she snapped it shut. Her third thought: this woman, whoever she was, looked good enough to eat. An understatement, really.That settled it, then. Lexa downed the rest of her whiskey, only a faint twitch of her mouth hiding her grimace at the bitterness, and pushed her stool from the bar. She dropped more than enough cash to cover it on the counter and made sure to take her time, stretching out. She glanced over at the beautiful stranger, noted with satisfaction the girl’s eyes had lingered at the flash of skin above her waist, and waited for blue eyes to flick up before Lexa tilted her head. Usually they looked away at this point; usually, this played out like a game of cat and mouse. Not tonight. The blonde looked right back at her, blatantly ignoring the two men on either side of her who were still speaking to her, and stared at Lexa with a small smirk toying at her lips. She licked them a moment later, and Lexa’s stomach gave another pleasant lurch. The girl tilted her head much the same way Lexa had; it took her a second to realize she was subtletly gesturing toward the door. Lexa gave one short nod, pulled on her jacket, and began weaving her way through the crowd of drunken fools who formed a clumsy makeshift dance floor in the center of the pub. She didn’t have to look back to know the girl was following her; she heard her murmuring a cheerful apology to the men at her table before ignoring their protests and following Lexa.The silence of the cool night greeted her as she stepped out the side door into the deserted alleyway, holding it cracked open. Warm fingers brushed against hers as the blonde pushed the door open again and slipped out to stand beside her. They were quiet for a moment, simply quietly studying one another, Lexa not having to play up the easy smile on her face for once; the girl really was gorgeous, the perfume of her scent up close dizzying her. She’d certainly been lucky tonight. She didn’t think she’d met anyone quite so mouthwatering.“Hello,” said the girl, still smiling that strange little smile as though she knew something Lexa didn’t. She stuck her hand out. “I’m Clarke.”“Alexandria,” said Lexa. She always used her full name with strangers. Tonight was no exception, even if Clarke was the most gorgeous woman she’d ever met. She shook her hand and Clarke raised a brow.“Cold?” she asked, still smiling as she gestured at their clasped hands. Lexa let go and smoothly tucked her hands into her coat pocket. “I always am.”The girl nodded, blue eyes traveling up and down the length of Lexa in a way that almost made her feel warm. The tip of a tongue darted out to wet pink lips and the feeling intensified. “Maybe I can warm you up, then. Do you have a place nearby?”Lexa inclined her head. “It’s not far from here. Follow me.”She turned, fully anticipating Clarke to just wordless follow her—she had not expected a hand to shoot out and close around her wrist, nor had she anticipated she’d let the girl push her up against the wall, but here they were.“First, I want to do what I’ve been thinking about since I laid eyes on you,” said Clarke, pupils wide and dark, licking her lips again; Lexa’s gaze tracked the movement. Clarke pressed up close to her, full breasts pushing against Lexa’s, and Lexa took a sharp intake of breath—something she had not done in so long.She didn’t usually let it come to this. The girl’s hands were smoothing the collar of her jacket, slipping up to cup the back of Lexa’s neck. Hazy blue eyes drifted shut, lashes fluttering, as she brought their faces together. Lexa didn’t resist, didn’t want to. She closed her eyes and tipped her head down, and let the sensation wash over her as warm lips brushed against her own once, twice, before a tongue ventured out and the kiss was abruptly pulled into something deeper, darker, that had fingers twisting in the locks of her hair and greedily pull her even closer. Fuck.The hunger stirring in the pit of her stomach was not the usual singular one, the one that had her fangs descending in anticipation of the burst of wet warmth of blood into her mouth, for the trickle down her throat, coating her tongue—God, she wanted it now, more than anything, but the strange thing was…that wasn’t all.She wanted to take this girl home. Wanted to peel her clothes off one by one, to watch the way the candlelight flickered over sun kissed skin, to feel the heavy warmth of those breasts in her hands, to seek out another kind of wet heat with her mouth. Wanted to see this girl gasping for breath beneath her, to see the curling of her toes and the curling of her lips in a satisfied smile. Wanted to watch her come, to listen to her beg for more. She wanted this girl almost as much as she wanted her blood. It had been so long since she’d felt this way and that, more than anything, was what she blamed for what happened next. It was the combined effects of Clarke and of shock that had her losing grip on her control so easily. That, and the fact that Clarke’s hand had somehow managed to slip down her pants and cup her, one finger dipping into the proof of her wild thoughts.Her fangs descended.The growl in the back of her throat rumbled against Clarke’s neck; the girl didn’t seem to notice, really, just humming in approval and pressing even closer. It was a shame, really, that this was happening so soon, and right here in this dirty alleyway, but it looked as though Lexa had no other choice now. It was probably better this way, anyway. The bloodlust boiling in her stomach was too much to bear, her eyes flashing red. She licked a strip up Clarke’s throat, unable to so much as hear her gasp and moan, hunger buzzing in her ears. Just one thing left to do.She always let them see her first. Let them see her fangs, her eyes. Their fear made the blood taste sweeter. She reared back, prepared to strike, and Clarke looked up, still smiling as she blinked dazedly at Lexa, and Lexa—Lexa hesitated.That was all it took. In the space of a second, blue eyes went wide, pink lips formed an ‘o’ of surprise—And then wings burst out of the girl’s back. Read more- Cobweb Hearts -- source link