Chapter 11
The sensation of the silky fabric of Clarke’s dress underneath her fingertips causes goosebumps on Lexa’s skin. She carefully takes a hold of the zipper and leads it downwards while simultaneously kissing Clarke’s neck.
They barely made it inside before the kissing began and now Lexa is standing in Clarke’s living room in her jeans and bra, trying not to freak out, because this right here, Clarke only inches from her, is intense to say the least.
She slowly pulls down the zipper all the way and the dress just glides down Clarke’s body and falls down to the floor. She hears Clarke exhale and it makes her shudder. Her hands follow the path of the dress and find their resting place on Clarke’s hips. She turns her around and kisses her.
Clarke’s cane got lost along the way and so Clarke puts one hand around Lexa’s neck to steady herself. She looks at her, Lexa’s half-closed eyes, her tongue that subconsciously licks her bottom lip, the muscles on her arms that have no problem holding Clarke’s weight. It’s a major turn on.
Lexa smirks when she realized Clarke is examining her body. She pulls her close and kisses her with force. Clarke moans and it does things to Lexa. Her hands leave their place on Clarke’s hips and move to her back and downwards.
Clarke wants to move this to the bedroom, but her cane is lost and she can’t put her full weight onto her knee and somehow Lexa seems to sense it, because she just lifts her up like she weights next to nothing. Clarke is shocked for a second, but then her legs wrap around Lexa and she lets herself be carried across the room and into the hallway. Lexa stops right there and Clarke realizes that she doesn’t know where her bedroom is, so she whispers a “to the right” into her ear and just holds on as Lexa opens the door and walks inside. The room is only illuminated by the light from the hallway as Lexa gently eases Clarke down onto the bed, but when Clarke looks up and sees the hungry eyes that take in the sight of her she still blushes. She doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s about the scars, maybe it’s because Lexa’s body is so much fitter than her own.
Lexa picks up on her insecurity and smiles at her.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
Clarke blushes even more.
She pulls Lexa down and kisses her. She doesn’t mind that Lexa’s bodyweight is pressing down on her ribs. In fact it’s intoxicating. Her hands explore the woman’s back and when she reaches the clasp of her bra she opens it. Lexa puts her weight on one arm and loses the fabric entirely. Clarke can’t help, but stare at her face. She’s utter perfection, the long eyelashes, the green of her eyes, the smirk on her lips. She wants to kiss her until she begs for mercy.
With a sudden move she rolls them around and now Lexa is underneath her with a perplexed expression, but she isn’t protesting so Clarke straddles her hips and takes of her own bra which makes Lexa hold her breath. She tries to touch her, but Clark captures her hands and presses them down on the bed above her head. Lexa’s pupils go wide and Clarke now smirks herself. She leans down and kisses Lexa, first her lips, then her nose, her eyes, her neck, her lips again, before she works herself downward and hears a gasp. She grins while her tongue plays with Lexa’s navel. Her hands glide up and find Lexa’s breasts. There is an audible moan now.
A second later she opens the buttons of Lexa’s jeans and pulls them down, exposing black underwear. She disposes of them, too, while she is at it. When she looks up Lexa is watching her and Clarke smiles. She realizes that all of the clothing that is left are her own panties and she pulls them down before she works her way up Lexa’s body again.
Clarke wants to touch ever inch of it. She can’t stop herself and Lexa is willing to let her do whatever she wants with her. That’s a first. She usually doesn’t like to give up control, but now, right here, with Clarke, she doesn’t care. In fact it is turning her on in ways she didn’t even imagine. The feeling of Clarke’s hands all over her, her tongue playing with her … She groans and feels Clarke’s mouth form a grin at its position on her upper thigh.
Lexa’s hands grab the bedsheets next to her and hold on tight while her body tenses and her hips move upwards. Clarke does things to her, her tongue dancing to a rhythm and Lexa can’t think straight anymore. She sees colors and stars and at some point they erupt and she holds her breath and screams at the same time before her body finally goes slack.
Clarke’s hands never leave her as she crawls up and lies down next to her, her fingers lazily drawing patterns on Lexa’s stomach while Lexa tries to catch her breath. Lexa doesn’t say a thing, but as soon as her heartbeat has slowed down a little she kisses Clarke with fervor before her right hand slowly moves down Clarke’s body and she whisper’s “My turn” into Clarke’s ear in a way that sends shivers down the woman’s spine.
Lexa takes her time exploring Clarke’s body, kissing each of her scars like nothing else matters until she feels Clarke’s restlessness growing. She smiles and moves her hand between Clarke’s legs, causing her to moan. She smiles even more and lowers herself onto Clarke’s body, kissing her, while her fingers begin their dance. She feels Clarke’s heartbeat speed up. Lexa kisses her neck.
Clarke bites her lip with her eyes closed, trying to move her hips despite the weight of Lexa’s body. Lexa shifts just a little to give Clarke room and as soon as she does, Clarke’s hips move against her fingers and Lexa picks up her speed.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” It’s only a whisper, but Clarke hears it loud and clear. She doesn’t answer though. She is a little busy right now. She moves her hips to the left just a little bit and Lexa takes the cue and increases the pressure causing Clarke to gasp and hold her breath while the orgasm is building up inside of her until she finally comes.
Clarke’s fingernails leave marks on Lexa’s back, but Lexa doesn’t mind. She keeps up the movement until Clarke’s body goes limp and sinks into the sheets.
“Holy shit!”
Clarke pulls her close, kissing her lips.
“That was …”
Lexa laughs.
“You don’t have to tell me …”
“But I mean it! Usually it take me ages to … you know …”
She blushes.
Lexa chuckles and kisses her. Clarke lets out a soft sigh and snuggles closer.
“How can this feel so right when I’ve only known you for such a short period of time?”
“I have no idea, but I am really glad that Bellamy’s shop has such great coffee.”
Lexa places her hand on Clarke’s hip. They stay like that until Clarke’s eyes grow tired.
“Can you stay over? I would really like to wake up next to you …“ She blushes a little. „Wow, that was a weird thing to say.”
Lexa yawns.
“Why? I find that totally reasonable. I am a charming sight to wake up to, messed up hair and make-up, grumpy and in need of coffee …”
Clarke grins.
“I would be happy to deliver coffee to the bed and make you breakfast.”
“In that case …”
Lexa untangles herself from Clarke.
“I would be happy to stay. I just need to go to the bathroom and take my contacts out. Can you give me directions?”
“The door at the end of the hall. But if you let me go first I can give you a towel and I think I also have a new toothbrush somewhere.”
Clarke sits up and reaches down to the floor next to the bed to retrieve a cane. She smiles at Lexa. “I always have a spare one around.”
When Clarke comes back about five minutes later she is still naked and Lexa feels her heartbeat speeding up again. She sits down on the edge of the mattress and pulls Clarke close, leaving kisses on her belly. Then she gets up.
“I won’t need long.”
Clarke smiles.
“I will be here when you get back.”
The bathroom is small, but holds a tub as well as a shower.
Lexa brushes her teeth. She also uses some of Clarke’s make-up remover so she won’t look like a complete mess in the morning. She has day lenses so she gets them out and puts them in the trash. She uses the toilet, washes her hands and takes a long look into the mirror. Who is this smiling woman staring back at her? She is sure she has never seen her before.
When she comes back into the bedroom she stops to admire the sleeping form of Clarke underneath the sheets. She left the little lamp on her bedside table burning for Lexa and so Lexa kills the lights in the hallway and slides under the sheets herself. Before she reaches over Clarke to switch off the lamp as well she gently places a kiss on Clarke’s temple. Clarke stirs.
“Lexa?”
“Yes, Clarke?”.
Clarke is half asleep and gives her the most adorable smile.
“Oh, good, you’re here. It wasn’t a dream.”
She closes her eyes and snuggles close to Lexa, putting her arm around her.
Lexa kisses her forehead.
“No, Clarke, no dream.”
There is a satisfied hum and then steady breathing. Lexa smiles herself to sleep.