Clexa One Shots

The Girlfriend Experience (AU)

                                By: ShayDez13
The cool, brass metal strap is somewhat soothing against Clarke's hot flushed skin. These brand new Prada heels are undoubtedly flawless, complementing the Dolce&Gabbana silk black dress she's sporting. Tonight is date night and she's got a hot date with...Clarke trailers her freshly manicured nails down the thin sheet of paper...Alexandria Woods.

"Well, Miss Woods" Clarke hums her name in curiosity, her finger tapping intriguingly against the small paragraph showcasing Alexandria's biography. Twenty seven, she's young, still older than her but only by a few years. Clarke fishes her work phone out of her handbag, her personal one remaining untouched atop the Snow White marble bench top. She checks the time, she's fifteen minutes ahead but there's still an unread message she needs to address.

Alexandria Woods: I will see you then. Clarke had texted the brunette earlier that day, confirming a location and time; the rest was up to Alexandria to organise.

It's still enthralling the first time Clarke walks through the luxurious entrance of the extravagant hotel, although her locations never fall below four stars. She knows her clients are more than capable of covering the grand expense. All the walls are a white wash marble with golden boarders, hell all the surfaces in here are gold, even the door handles. There are floor to ceiling glass windows, showcasing intricately chic designed boardrooms, bars and restaurants, there's even a casino.

"Good evening, reservation for two under Miss Woods" the lady behind the desk smiles politely as she confirms.

"Certainly, right this way please" Clarke follows as they make their way through the crowded dining room. "The other party is already here" the hostress says just before she gestures towards a single table, set for two.

It's always a surprise the first time Clarke meets with her clients. Usually the photos depict quite adequately the person that is seated in front of her, but sometimes pictures aren't enough. Usually they don't capture the emotions behind their eyes, the nervousness, shame, desire, or lust. Or the subtle physical behaviours, subconsciously brought on by her presence, the hesitation, doubt, excitement, or impatience. In this case, Alexandria photos had failed to capture the sheer beauty of the woman dressed smartly in a three piece, perfectly hand tailored, probably brand named charcoal black suit. It's elegant, the way it clings to all the right places, even though Lexa is lean she clearly has the body of a woman. She has class also; judging by that expensive, yet subtle watch peeking out from behind her jacket sleeve and those black, leather Jimmy Choo's.

"Elyza" her voice is deep and so confident that Clarke has to fight off the urge to swallow, her mouth now suddenly dry and itchy. Focus. This is not the time to falter.

"Miss Woods" a strong unwavering hand stretches out and it's eagerly met with the taller woman's. Deliciously long, soft fingers wrap firmly around Clarke's wrist, almost burning the skin beneath them. Clarke appreciates a woman with a strong hand shake and already, it tells her a lot about what kind of woman Lexa is.

"Please, call me Lexa" there's a second of wordless exchange as sapphires meet emeralds. Lexa's stare is enough to set Clarke skin alight and she is instantly addicted to those majestic green orbs.

"It's a pleasure to meet you" Clarke's voice is also quite deep and husky, but her pronunciation is clear, she's a professional and she's here for work.  She is so focused on the woman in-front of her that she doesn't notice the hostess politely excuse herself.

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine" there's an intriguing darkness to the way those words fall confidently from Lexa's lips "please" she gestures towards the chair.

"So, Lexa" Clarke says seconds after she's seated. She watches intently as the other woman draws a scotch glass to her lips and revels in the way Lexa's throat flexes as she takes a confident gulp, expression remaining firm and unaffected by the sure burn left behind. Usually most her clients cut straight to the chase, the need to justify their decisions outweighs the need for small talk. But Clarke knows that Lexa is different, she's enjoying this.