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“... Alright, I’m just getting onto the train now. I’ll see you later. Bye, Cos. Love you.”
Lexa hangs up the phone and is just sitting down in her seat on the train for the ride back home when she smells her. The scent is unmistakably alpha and it is practically calling to her. It smells of wet earth and sunshine. Though Lexa isn’t exactly sure what sunshine would smell like, she is positive that it would smell like this woman. She can feel her mouth practically watering and the person to whom this scent belongs is getting closer, the smell getting stronger.
A blonde slides in front of her and takes the seat closest to the window and introduces herself right away, “Hi, my name is Clarke… Clarke Griffin.”
Lexa hesitates. She’s unsure if she should even go as far as introducing herself because it could spell trouble. The closer she gets to this woman the better it feels, not that that is a good thing. She has Costia at home and right now, she can already feel her cheeks burning and her stomach churning with a unfamiliar wave of arousal. The reason for it being so unfamiliar is the fact that it is so damn strong.
Nonetheless, she can’t help herself as she replies, “Hi, I’m Lexa... Woods.”
The tantalizing woman, Clarke, smiles, “It’s nice to meet you. Is it alright if I sit here? I forgot to ask before I sat down.”
No. It most certainly is not okay. But her mouth moves of its own accord, “Yes, that is fine.”
Soon enough, a man comes to check their tickets, making it an appropriate time for Lexa to pull out her headphones in an effort to distract herself. She’s never felt this way about any alpha. Sure, they smelled nice enough. She is an omega for heaven’s sakes, they are supposed to smell good to her. But they’ve always been too territorial, too dominating for Lexa to really appreciate. That’s why she loves Costia, she’s an omega just like her. Her smell is comforting and loving and just what Lexa needs.
Or thought she needed.
The blue-eyed stranger, Clarke Griffin, is starting to prove her wrong and the smell coats her sinuses. Her whole body feels warm and tingly just sitting next to her. Her reaction is so strong she would think that she is going into heat had it not been for the fact that it is too early for that to happen. She still has another month before her heat arrives.
But that doesn’t explain why her clothes feel scratchy all of a sudden, or why she just wants the stranger next to her to kiss her, to touch her. It also doesn't explain the need she feels to mate with the alpha. She shouldn’t be having these thoughts and feelings with a girlfriend at home; yet, she is. The guilt she feels rises in the back of her throat like bile. She glances around her, anywhere but at the alpha. But her mind keeps conjuring images of this woman. Her blue eyes, her blonde hair, her forehead with a sheen of sweat, her naked chest bouncing with the rhythm of her hips as she- STOP.
Lexa presses her legs together in a vain attempt at relieving the arousal between her legs. She can feel the heat pooling in her lower belly and her slick starting to soak into the thong she’s wearing under her black slacks. There’s no doubt in her mind that the woman next to her can smell her arousal if the bulge in her pants is any indication. But seeing the effect her arousal has on Clarke doesn’t just comfort her, it adds to the already uncomfortable arousal in her pants.
All Lexa can think about is wanting to get off the train at the next stop, only that isn’t for a while and she will still be a long way away from home. She just cannot shake the feeling that if she doesn’t get away now, she will do something that will hurt Costia. She doesn’t want to do that, but she also doesn’t want to leave and never smell this scent ever again. There are so many conflicting emotions running through her that it is making it hard to think and all she really wants to focus on is Clarke’s smell, the woman who smells like sunshine and wet earth and home. Lexa doesn’t even know her and she smells like home, where Lexa really belongs. She knows it would feel so absolutely right just to give into her instincts and turn into the woman next to her. She also knows though that it would be so absolutely wrong.
Before she even knows what she’s doing, she’s taking out her headphones and turning to the blonde next to her. When she does, the woman is already looking at her with her eyes almost black with arousal. The sight is to predatory and simply arousing.
“When is your stop?” No, why the hell did I just ask that?!
“My stop is next, only another 10 minutes or so.” Her voice is husky as she replies and lord does it do things to Lexa.
Lexa can feel a whine building in the back of her throat and is helpless to stop it as it breaks past her lips in the softest of ways. Her legs feel weak and her fingers fist at her sides. She wants nothing more than to jump into this woman’s lap and feel her lips against hers. An uncertain amount of time passes before they are interrupted in the form of a man’s hand touching Lexa’s shoulder. The simple act leaves her wanting and craving more, but from Clarke, not the hand that is clamped on her shoulder.
Lexa glances up behind her at the beast of man, whose paw is like a vise. The strong smell of alpha fills her nose, but it isn’t as nice as Clarke’s. There’s a growl from beside her and when she looks back, Clarke is standing, albeit awkwardly between the seats. Her hands are in fists at her sides, her posture is intimidating, and the look in her eyes is menacing. Though Lexa has never cared for the “intimidating alpha” act, she cannot deny that this is undoubtedly a major turn on for her when Clarke does it.
“Get your hand off of her.”
“Why don’t you make me?” The big man taunts.
A menacing growl rumbles from the female alpha’s throat and Lexa cannot help but find it incredibly enticing. As the two alphas square off in a display of competing dominance, it’s clear that Clarke is the stronger alpha. Her pheromones overpower that of the male alpha’s and Lexa’s body reacts. The display is arousing for her to say the least, and though she knows she doesn’t want them to fight, she also feels that it would be oddly satisfying at the same time.
Before things can get too out of hand, there are two male betas that step in between the man and the two girls. A third beta, a woman, approaches Lexa. The beta’s pheromones helps to calm her excited nerves, but it fails to help tame her rampant arousal.
“Ma’am, are you okay? Do you need any heat-suppressors?”
As the woman goes to touch Lexa’s arm, another growl escapes Clarke’s throat. The sound is so intoxicating that all Lexa can do is reply with motions of her head. After the beta leaves, Lexa finds herself staring at the blonde alpha. She doesn’t know what happened to the other alpha or the betas, all she knows is the woman in front of her. Her ample breasts are accentuated by her tight fitting tank-top, which also grants the brunette a view of the blonde’s flat and obviously toned abdomen. When her gaze flits lower, she notices that the bulge is no longer just a bulge, but a fucking tent. From what Lexa can see, the woman is well-endowed, and it makes her mouth water, not for the first time. By this point, Lexa is past worrying about the possible consequences. She needs this alpha like she’s never needed anyone before.
The train slows to a stop and Lexa throws her bag over her shoulder and grabs for Clarke’s hand. Together, they race off the train and as the fresh air hits Lexa and her foggy brain can finally assemble some sort of coherence. She finds them a secluded corner in the train station and turns to face Clarke.
“Clarke, I-”
Then her lips are crashing into Lexa’s. They’re soft, yet firm, and this elicits a whimper from the brunette as she gives in. She opens her mouth to Clarke’s probing tongue and bites down gently, causing the blonde to moan into her mouth. To Lexa, that is the sexiest sound she’s ever heard, and by God is she going to hear it again. Their tongues dance together and their hands grab and knead and explode the expanses of each others’ bodies, the rest of the world forgotten.
Until someone is clearing their voice behind them, forcing the two to separate and face a grinning brunette. Clarke proceeds to growl in annoyance.
“You were the one that wanted me to pick you up today, Griff. Wanna introduce me to your new friend?”
The only thing that comes from Clarke’s mouth is another growl and it sends a shock of electricity straight to Lexa’s core. A low whine answers the blonde from the practically heat-crazed brunette. Clarke’s friend seems to get the picture as she smells to couple’s pheromones and sees the way the two are acting together.
She nods slowly, “Okay, well… we can’t have you two fucking in the train station. Let me get you guys back to our apartment.”
Clarke’s arm wraps possessively around Lexa’s waist as they follow the other brunette out to her car. Lexa’s arm does the same and her fingers find the belt loops of the blonde’s jeans. Now that she knows what it feels like to be in the warm embrace of the blonde, she doesn’t want to give it up. She’ll take any contact she can get from the blonde at this point. Her skin feels so sensitive that her clothes are scratchy and uncomfortable.
When they get to the car, Clarke pushes the brunette up against the car, unable to stand being this near and not kiss the girl. Clarke’s lips crash against hers and her hands find blonde locks in return. Small moans escape lips and the feel of skin on skin is so relieving Lexa can barely breathe.
“Clarke… Clarke! Oh… for the love of- CLARKE!”
They break apart again from the other brunette’s interruption and Lexa heaves a sigh of annoyance, even as Clarke just moves to nibble at her neck.
“Get in the damn car.”
When they finally break apart long enough to get into the open door of the car that the other brunette is holding open, Clarke finally speaks quietly, “Thanks, Raven.”
The girl rolls her eyes as she closes the door behind them, not that either girl sees it, then replies as she climbs into the driver’s seat, “No fucking in the backseat of my car. I mean it, Griffin.”
Lexa doesn’t listen to the girl as her lips glide across Clarke’s and Clarke's hands slide under the front of her shirt. She turns to fully face the blonde and wraps her legs around her waist. Clarke immediately grinds into her center with her clothed cock. A relieved sigh makes it’s way past the brunette’s lips and her back arches into the blonde. Her hands grip the back of Clarke’s neck and shoulder to pull her closer. The alpha pushes Lexa to lie on her back, but she feels frustration clog her throat as she tries to find more friction against Clarke and the girl is pulling away.
“Wait… wait, Lexa… are you okay with this? I mean, you’re in heat. I don’t know if we should-”
Lexa silences her with a press of her lips and a nod of her head. She wraps her legs tighter around Clarke’s hips to pull her closer.