Massage (E)
Candles burned in the quiet bedroom, filling the air with a bittersweet smell. It was a rare day that Clarke got to their quarters hours before Lexa. She had time to bathe, change into a soft cotton shirt and pants loose enough to let the stress of her day go. She rested on their bed, reading a book from the Commander’s library while her mate fulfilled her duties as the Coalition leader. The bed furs were warm against Clarke's skin, cocooning her in a perfect, peaceful reading refuge on a chilly autumn night.
Until a whirlwind of frustration barreled through the door, grunting and groaning.
Clarke raised one eyebrow, unsure at first. Even after years as Lexa’s mate, Clarke wasn't sure of many things.
The signs came at Lexa’s mumbled greeting, sweat clinging to her skin. Clarke didn't move from the bed, blonde hair wild against the headboard, finger firm while turning a page.
Then, with grunts of pain, each piece of Lexa’s armor hit the floor.
“Lexa?”
No response but an annoyed growl.
Still, Clarke wasn't sure. Lexa being the powerful omega she was, any mistake could lead to extreme consequences. It was a delicate game to play, this mating thing.
Without another word, Lexa entered the bathroom. Half an hour later, she emerged along the lingering scent of lavender candles. She wore a shirt a little too big for her frame, probably Clarke’s.
Only when the omega crawled into bed, hair damp and naked flesh smelling of soap, throwing herself with little grace on the other side of the bed, did Clarke know.
Lexa was needy. Only the highest levels of cuddling and kissing and attention could satisfy her in that moment.
Realization in mind, the alpha didn't move. Instead, she turned another page.
After endless sighs and copious wiggle of her body — face first on the pillows — Lexa finally, with just the side of an elbow, touched Clarke. A whine accompanied it for good measure.
“What?” The fight to keep the smirk out of her voice was almost lost, but Clarke insisted with the certainty it would be worth it. “Anything you need, Lexa?”
An unintelligent string of words flowed from Lexa’s mouth straight into the pillow.
“I can’t hear you.”
More wiggling, and a forehead, hot and sun-kissed, touched Clarke’s forearm. She could feel the heat of Lexa’s skin through her cotton pants and she had to bite her lip.
“Clarke,” Lexa whined, an emphasis on the first syllable.
Clarke couldn’t state the obvious, that Lexa was acting like a pup, but that was just how they worked sometimes.
“What do you want?” A barely-there flinch and a turn of a page accompanied the alpha’s question.
Then, her mistake.
She looked down to find the most pleading set of green eyes, red-rimmed with tiredness and a nuance of heat.
Clarke pursed her lips, staring down at the omega.
Lexa’s long lips curved down in a pout, long eyelashes blinking slowly, a crease forming between her eyebrows.
Clarke broke down at that.
“You can ask, you know?” she said as the book was discarded, thrown haphazardly on the floor.
Lexa nodded, sighing long and deep when Clarke set her weight on her backside. The body above Lexa’s inclined to reach the oil by their bed, a constant presence due to Lexa’s occasional muscle strain — and Clarke would not allow anyone else relieving her mate’s pain.
Clarke caught the hint of a smile as her hands started to work the battle-worn knots on Lexa’s neck.
“You enjoy this, don’t you?” She leaned down to whisper behind fine hairs on Lexa’s nape, nipping slightly and feeling the shudder that went down the omega’s spine. “Commanding me without words?”
Lexa couldn’t hold the full blow smile and tried to hide it in the pillows.
“I’m so in love with you,” Clarke said before one last kiss to the exposed skin, pulling away to continue the path down her mate’s sculpted back.
With the caress of a healer hand, Clarke massaged away the many knots laced in Lexa’s muscles. One by one, some with a hiss of protest and others more quietly, the tensed tissue dissolved in a lithe mass. Clarke didn’t stop, though. Har palms and fingers continued to run over olive skin, digging into sensitive spots and drawing out satisfied sighs, and barely-there whimpers. Oily hands explored a well-known body, pressing on sensitive nerves and dissolving the Commander in a pleading pile of flesh and bones.
Whimpers grew in intensity and frequency, higher and needier, until the first moan filled the once quiet room.
It wasn’t Lexa’s.
Clarke would say the omega was responsible for it nonetheless.
A triumphant smile painted Lexa’s plump lips, her hips finding a soft grind against Clarke’s front.
“You’re doing it on purpose,” Clarke complained, but there was no real threat behind her words as she felt herself hardening while Lexa teased the alpha straddling her with slow moves of her hips.
“What?” Lexa asked innocently, and Clarke could swear lust exploded in her pupils, though all Clarke could see was a wild mane of chestnut hair.
This is a game two can play.
Clarke didn’t move at first. She waited for the chest under her to expand in an anxious breath, holding it there, craving for the next move. When Lexa could not wait anymore, at the final drop of patience, Clarke pushed forward with her hips, ready and full for anything Lexa could offer.
She hoped Lexa would offer more.
Lexa’s moan spilled on the pillow, a long exhale as Clarke dragged her full length against the firm ass of her mate.
“What do you want?” Clarke took off her shirt, her question muffled by the fabric. She gave another push forward with her hips before peeling off her pants in a show of flexibility, claiming her place behind Lexa. She leaned down one more time, her hard nipples grazing on the oily back, grinning at the whimpers falling from Lexa’s mouth under the grinding contact. Clarke helped Lexa get rid of her single undergarment, bronze skin in display. Her member snuggled, hot and ready, between Lexa’s cheeks, and the whimpers morphed into a needy gasp.“What do you want, Lexa?”
Words were never Lexa’s forte. But actions, oh, she was excellent at those.
Clarke moaned unabashedly on Lexa’s neck when the omega squirmed her hips up in invitation. Clarke felt her mate’s arousal, the dampness between them coating her and coaxing another jerk of hips.
With a steadying breath, Clarke sat on Lexa’s ass, not missing the shudder that ran down Lexa’s spine. She watched the marvelous muscles turn and move, Lexa trying to look at her and request with the most beautiful green eyes for Clarke to lay on her again. But Clarke had other ideas.
Not understanding what was happening, Lexa gasped in surprise when the first kiss landed on her lower back muscle, and then giggled at the playful bite on her ass cheek. “Clarke!” It wasn’t an order to stop, so Clarke continued her exploration of supple skin.
One inch away from the final destination, Clarke took a deep breath of the earthy scent of omega. Her life could be defined by this moment, by her mate spread, wet and open for her.
Prolonging the wait for the impatient omega, Clarke blew on sensitive warmth, a predatory smirk forming on her lips when Lexa shook on reflex. Deciding to end her mercy, Clarke’s tongue poked out to tease increasingly wet folds.
The velvet walls vibrating on Clarke’s tongue coerced a long moan from the alpha. The sound joined Lexa’s plea in the quietness of their quarters.
Clarke stopped teasing at the despair growing in Lexa’s gasps; Lexa was tired, aroused, painfully so, and it was her duty to give her complete satisfaction.
Her tongue explored the deepness of her mate as far she could go, but it wouldn’t be enough for the needy omega. Clarke pulled back to trace her tongue higher, plunging the sensitive patch between Lexa’s entrance and ass. A shiver and a trembling whine were her responses.
“What do you want?” Clarke whispered to hot skin, mouth watering at the taste of sweat.
Lexa spread wider, knees digging into the bed, allowing Clarke’s chin to hit the fur mattress under them.
“This?” A fast hand wove its way around Lexa’s hip, finding an engorged clit pulsing out its hood. Clarke didn’t waste time and pressed fast, intense circles around and upon the bundle of nerves. Her cock throbbed against the furs on the bed, seeping jealously with precome. But there would be time for it soon.
Lexa’s hip responded to Clarke’s touch in the same fast tandem, grinding to establish a rhythm. A layer of sweat blossomed on her tanned back, and Clarke watched, mesmerized, how greedy Lexa raced after climax against her hand.
Idle fingers that rested on the omega’s hips plunged into clinging wetness without warning, matching the fast pace at the first two strokes. Lexa’s knee dug deeper in the bed, and Clarke saw her head moving and something akin to a series of ‘yes’ falling from the Commander’s mouth.
In her own trance, Clarke picked up the pace of both her hands. She ignored the tingle of muscles on forearms and didn’t relent, investing in her mate’s pleasure until drops of sweat fell from her chin and temple. The sight of her pale fingers disappearing inside welcoming warmth made Clarke’s cock jerk at attention, but she would get Lexa off before joining in her pleasure.
“Clarke!” The broken sound of her name was the last drop and Clarke sped up to almost cramping, blue eyes widening when Lexa arched her back for long, delicious seconds of tension before melting down in a tired heap of pleas and gasps.
Clarke stopped slowly, giving one last flik to a trembling clit before withdrawing.
“Good?” Clarke kissed the back of Lexa’s thigh, smiling on the skin when all the almighty Commander could answer was a long whimper of agreement.
Like a predator, Clarke sneaked up the body at her mercy, her erect nipples grazing its way up Lexa’s back until Clarke could nip at a little ear hidden behind wild curls.
“Lexa?” This time it was an invitation, with the scorching hot weight of Clarke’s cock grazing the flesh of Lexa’s ass. A warning, a request; it was anything that would lead the alpha to bury deep into her omega.
Lexa nodded her permission with a small smile that Clarke kissed into a moan.
Clarke slipped inside in an agonizing slow pace. With an orgasm on the count, she could tease Lexa into a whimpering mess again. Or maybe she just needed time for herself and not to come as fast as a rutting pup.
Feeling every inch of herself slowly opening Lexa was one of the best feelings life on Earth offered Clarke. Heat embraced her until she bottomed out, reaching as far as she could. Clarke wasn’t the biggest alpha around when young, but puberty had done wonders for her and what she couldn’t reach in length, she compensated in girth.
Lexa reached behind to find Clarke’s fingers, silently asking for her to move.
And move Clarke did.
As soon as Lexa had accustomed to Clarke’s fullness inside her, Clarke set most of her weight on her left leg, knee balancing on the furs. Her left hand never left Lexa’s and her right dug firmly on grinding hips.
Lexa squeezed her fingers because she knew what was coming, gasp locked on her throat in the second it took for Clarke to move.
One of Clarke’s favorite hobbies was to search for Lexa’s sweet, sweet spot that seemed to change at each new position.
The omega rose her hips a little bit before the next thrust, offering her body at complete mercy, neck thrown back to find blue eyes darkened with lust. Lexa made sure to expose her neck, a primal sign of submission.
The first thrust was shallow and fast, a test to Lexa’s will.
Deeper.
The second went until Clarke’s forming knot stopped her movement, cock jerking to hit Lexa’s upper wall. The omega moaned, but it wasn’t what Clarke was looking for.
Faster.
Finally, the hand that held Lexa’s hip moved to her lower stomach, pulling Lexa’s body to meet Clarke’s deep, strong thrust that reached as far as they both could.
Clarke felt the iron grip on her hand before she heard the animalistic grunt Lexa failed to suppress: wild, high and free.
Got it.
Unrelenting, Clarke set a pace that would leave them both limping the next morning, a great punishing staccato on the perfect spot. Lexa couldn’t keep up with the rhythm, accepting the plunging as best as she could, mouth agape in a silently scream.
Clarke’s leg ached with the effort, her hand responding in kind to Lexa’s blind grip as hips slapped loudly in the once quiet room.
Lexa fought for her breath like underwater, lost, blind and at mercy of a thirsty predator. Clarke felt the walls around her cock vibrate as a sobbed gasp escaped Lexa.
With a last hard thrust, she pulled out; her knot was half formed, red, angry and sustaining a full, throbbing erection, coated in Lexa’s arousal.
Before Lexa could wail her protest, one single finger found her clit in the same restless pace, and at that she froze.
“Jok,” Lexa moaned to the pillow, hips stopped in mid air and thighs shaking.
Clarke expected the flood, but was surprised at the intensity of the jets soaking the furs between them. Lexa moaned her bliss away, squirming under Clarke’s touch, her come flowing and flowing, and Clarke had to grip herself not to come from the sight.
Lexa trembled for a good whole minute before she finally slumped on the mattress, exhausted.
Where Lexa didn’t have words, Clarke had many.
“That was so hot,” Clarke said in awe as she climbed her way back to her mate’s neck. Lexa, flushed and sweaty, buried her face into the pillow. Clarke smiled at the display of bashfulness. “I love you,” she whispered into damp hair, hips snuggling into Lexa’s full backside.
“I almost never do that,” Lexa said in a low, raspy voice. It made Clarke’s cock jump.
“I know. That’s why I love it.”
Turning her body, Lexa kissed Clarke’s smirk, fingers threading into blonde locks.
“Let me have you,” Clarke asked in reverence, her own pleasure still denied.
She felt the nod on her lips, Lexa’s full ones never breaking the kiss. Clarke took a deep breath and sat back on her haunches, smiling when Lexa’s shuddered at the loss of contact.
Before Lexa could fully face her mate, Clarke’s arms pulled Lexa’s back flush into her chest, hands hooking on her shoulders. Lexa fell limply against her mate, her knees open wide to accommodate them both. Clarke heard a gasp when lifting her enough to slip in again, though the delicacy from the first time was gone.
Teeth closed on Lexa’s neck and she screamed, pain and pleasure vying for dominance; at the first deep thrust, with a knot expanding inside her, pleasure won.
“I’m knotting,” Clarke blew on Lexa’s skin, her teeth relenting just for the words to slip out.
Lexa held Clarke close, hands behind her to grip blonde locks, head turning to try and find skin, nose hiding in Clarke’s hair. The hips moving under her sped up with desire and despair. Clarke’s knot expanded inside Lexa, and the last of it penetrated with a reinvigorated thrust that had the hands around Lexa grasping her tightly so she wouldn’t fall face first on the bed.
Clarke felt a pull on her hair and Lexa’s body tensed for the last time. The approaching heat grew until all Clarke could see was white pleasure filling her limbs, her lungs, her cock. She bit one last time on the mating mark, tasting copper and sweat. With a long growl, abs tense in the upcoming release, Clarke felt it coming, tingling her belly and knot.
The orgasm went on for minutes, Clarke grunting on Lexa’s neck at each new wave. One hand leaned down to cup Lexa’s belly, feeling it expand with the pressure inside. Clarke’s knees trembled and she turned them on the last second so they fell on their side, moaning at the move.
When Clarke opened her eyes again, it was to a soothing hand caressing the side of her head.
“I love you,” she whispered to the dark hair threatening to drown her, nuzzing her way to Lexa’s ear. She pressed softly to the swollen belly, delicately drawing patterns on the scarred skin.
The last thing Clarke heard was a contented sigh.