Alpha/Alpha II (E)
Lexa’s thighs trembled as she lowered herself to the floor, her left knee popping as it hit the soft carpet of Clarke’s room.
A cool thumb touched the side of her lips and she opened it, but Clarke didn’t push it in, holding her chin instead.
“You don’t have to do this,” Clarke said in the darkness of her room, the soft early night rain splashing against the closed window.
Lexa shook her head. “But I want to.”
A thin ring of blue was the only light in Clarke’s dark eyes. “You don’t have to do this only because I do it for you.”
Lexa felt the skin between her eyes tighten at her frown. “I don’t do things only because you do them too.”
Clarke smiled, cupping Lexa’s cheek in surrender. She spread her legs on the bed, leaning backwards. Her erection bobbed between them, thick and angry red. “I’m not challenging you. But I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
Lexa swallowed her pride, closing her eyes. Clarke’s hands were always so warm, with a soft, caring touch to her face. But Lexa was scared. She didn’t want to disappoint, and Clarke was so good at oral, and now she was afraid she would pale in comparison.
“Can—” Lexa cleared her throat, steeling herself and opening her eyes to find desire in Clarke’s face. “Can you tell me what to do?”
“Oh, darling.” Clarke sat up straighter on the bed, her knees engulfing Lexa’s shoulders. “I’ll do anything you want.”
The hand on Lexa’s waist burned as it tightened its grip. Lexa breathed slowly, her entire body shaking as she buried her face in Clarke’s pillow.
She wanted this; she had asked Clarke for this, and she thought she was ready. But as Clarke finally slipped in with a broken whimper, Lexa was nothing but overwhelmed. Everything tightened like it had never been before. Her blunt nails hurt against the sheets, her skin itched, and the air was suddenly thin.
“Stop, stop,” Lexa mumbled under her breath, wiggling against the heated body behind her. She didn’t wait for Clarke, turning and ignoring the searching hands as she escaped to her en suite bathroom. The door locked with a low click. Her legs trembled as she sat on the closed toilet lid, and muscles she didn’t know she had were complaining and begging to be sore. Hard and leaking, her erection mocked her.
“Lexa?” Clarke asked with a shake of her voice. The following knocks on the door were fast, almost desperate. “Talk to me. Are you okay?” The doorknob rattled once.
Shame rose to Lexa’s cheeks, and she bit down on a sob.
“Do you want me to go?”
Lexa hated how small Clarke sounded. Either way, she didn’t reply.
It was close to an hour later when she opened the door, hoping to find her empty bedroom. Instead, sitting on the floor with her back against the bedside, Clarke looked up at her with red, puffy eyes. It made Lexa feel better and worse.
Clarke stood up and took a step closer, but stopped, pulling her arms back. The hesitation hurt, and then it hurt more because Lexa knew it was her fault.
“Can we just cuddle?” Lexa asked, avoiding pleading blue eyes.
Clarke nodded so fast her curls bounced, and Lexa hid under her girlfriend’s chin.
“I’m sorry,” Lexa whispered to a little freckle on Clarke’s neck. “I thought I was ready, but…”
“Did I hurt you?”
Lexa looked up to see tears on Clarke’s cheek. It downed on her what Clarke must be thinking, and she felt like crying, but it came out as an irritated snarl, and Clarke flinched.
“No, babe, no, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. I was overwhelmed.”
“I thought I had hurt you.”
“Fuck, Clarke, I’m sorry.” She melted into Clarke’s trembling arms. “I’m embarrassed.”
“We don’t have to do it if—”
“I’m embarrassed that I can’t take it the way you can.”
Clarke hugged her tighter, her warm hands rooming over Lexa’s back. Her touch was soothing, and Lexa took a deep breath, finally relaxing.
“We can start slow, babe,” Clarke said and kissed Lexa’s cheek. “We have all the time in the world.”
Lexa guided them to the bed and turned to let Clarke be the big spoon. She gasped when Clarke pulled her close.
“Clarke? Are you still hard?”
Clarke cleared her throat. “I kind of panicked when I thought I had hurt you, but I guess that half a second inside you will get me going for a while,” Clarke confessed from the protection of Lexa’s nape.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Lexa felt Clarke swallowing. “You’re sensitive. Let me use my mouth on you.”
The moan Clarke breathed on her skin was enough of a reply.
It started as an argument.
Between the two alphas, arguments sometimes escalated to yelling, and then snarling, and finally, a hot, apologetic and anger-infused make out.
But Lexa wouldn’t let this one go easily, even if Clarke’s tongue worked marvels inside her mouth.
They had been to another of Anya’s obnoxious parties, chilling on the front porch with Clarke’s friends. A girl that later Lexa discovered was in the class Clarke TA’d, approached them with a smile Lexa immediately disliked.
The girl was insistent, Lexa had to give her that.
She flirted with Clarke in front of her, and while Clarke politely declined any suggested offers, Lexa intervened when the girl touched Clarke’s thigh without consent.
“Whoa, why do you even care?” the girl had asked with cheap alcohol in her breath, a sly smile as she looked Lexa up and down. “You’re an alpha.”
“I’m her girlfriend,” Lexa spit between gritted teeth, anger warming up her belly. Or those two shots of tequila, either or.
The girl stared Lexa down and laughed, high and sickly sweet. “But you’re an alpha. You can’t give her what I can.”
Before Lexa could react, Clarke, always the ambassador, stepped between them and said something that made the girl walk away with a mumbled “whatever.”
The fight unfolded after that, leading to the arguing in the car, the yelling outside Clarke’s apartment, and now the sweaty hand inside Lexa’s underwear.
Their clothes fell in batches, pools of polyester and cotton leaving a trail to Clarke’s bed. Clarke breathed hard as her back hit the mattress, her legs spreading to cradle Lexa between them. But Lexa shook her head, one hand firm on Clarke’s chest.
“I’m not going to fuck you.”
Clarke’s frustrated whine would be comic if it wasn’t for the desperate glint in her eyes. “Babe, I told you that I had never talked to that girl—” Lexa’s hand on Clarke’s throat cut her off. Not enough to choke, but more than necessary to shut her up. Clarke swallowed hard, and Lexa watched her pupil dilate.
“You’re going to fuck me, and you’re going to do it like you fucking mean it.”
Clarke swallowed again, nodding, and her dick throbbed against Lexa’s abs, earnest and leaking.
“Good.” Lexa let go of Clarke’s throat and allowed the other alpha to switch their positions. She hoped she sounded more assertive than she felt, but after many slow, patient times, Lexa was ready to feel Clarke letting go with her.
It was an understatement that neither would last the moment Clarke entered her, the arguing and the anger forgotten as Lexa clung to Clarke’s back. Her thighs trembled open, and Clarke kissed her chin and helped her lock them around her waist. She didn’t move at first, hovering over Lexa as they shared wet, deep pulls of air until Lexa nodded, Clarke’s long curls sticking to her forehead.
There was no warning as Clarke set a rhythm of shallow and fast thrusts, her headboard hitting the wall at a relentless pace. Lexa whined and held on, enjoying the way Clarke’s soft belly teased the head of her cock at each thrust. She pulled on blonde downy hair at Clarke’s neck, and Clarke growled, pulling Lexa’s hips higher and deepening her reach. Her broken, pitiful whine would embarrass Lexa if it didn’t feel so good.
“You ok?” Clarke panted between the sharp pumping of her hips and Lexa nodded, scratching the blonde’s back.
“Don’t stop.”
“Anything for you,” Clarke promised and pulled back enough for a messy, tech-clashing kiss, and found her spot on Lexa’s neck to keep fucking her silly into the bed.
Lexa didn’t know how long she could take that, with her legs already burning in protest, but she wouldn’t have to; she felt her climax climbing its way from her center, and instead of pursuing it, she let it come to her, surrendering any amount of control and letting Clarke do the hard work.
And God, she did it right.
Lexa dug her nails into supple flesh as a warning, gasping a single “Clarke” into the panting girl’s ear before throwing her head back and coming silently at first, her mouth open in a mute scream as she made a mess between them. The scream finally came along with the blackening of her vision, a moan loud enough to echo in the small bedroom.
Clarke moaned with her, her thrusts vigorously increasing in pace as Lexa trashed under her, and there was no more constant rhythm or pace, just a messy grinding and clash of wet flesh as Clarke came with a whispered confession of “better than any omega.” Lexa moaned all over again at that, adding to the growing mess between them.
“I love you,” Clarke said after controlling her breathing, brushing Lexa’s hair from her face. “I love you, Lexa. I love everything about you.”
Lexa kissed her forehead, and they both moaned as she fluttered around Clarke. “I love you too.”
Clarke nuzzled Lexa’s ear. “Do you know what I told that girl before she left?”
An involuntary snarl crossed Lexa’s lips at the thought of the nosy girl from the party. Clarke kissed it away with a chuckle. “I told her she could never fuck me the way you do.”
The growl that left Lexa’s lips was now playful, and she flipped them over, moaning as Clarke slipped out. “What about I remind you of that?” Lexa said breathlessly, leaning down to bite Clarke’s lip.
“Please do.”