A Kiss…as a “Yes”/“Yes, Please”
Lexa’s green eyes are shut tight, her back arched, and breathing ragged. Clarke has edged her girlfriend close to the point of no return so many times in the last hour, she’s about to lose control herself. However, each time the woman beneath her gets to the point where her begging transcends into moans so wanton that the person in the neighboring apartment bangs against the wall in annoyance, Clarke reels herself in with a show of self restraint so masterful she will most definitely gloat about it later. But right now, in this moment, with Lexa’s thighs literally shaking beneath her, Clarke wants to give in. She wants Lexa to experience this high just as much as she wants to watch her lover’s undoing. While rhythmically pumping into her, Clarke hovers near Lexa’s lips, watching as they part with every panted breath. “Ask me again, Baby.” Green eyes shoot open and Lexa barely manages to whisper, “Cl-Clarke, can, can I come?” The blonde presses a kiss to her lips that is way too sweet given the situation, and the implied “yes” is followed by pure ecstasy…and more banging from the next-door neighbor.
The next morning, Clarke creeps out of bed quietly, so as to not disturb her beautiful girlfriend who is still enveloped in sweet slumber. She tip-toes to the kitchen and starts pulling out the ingredients to make waffles, making sure to set each item down quietly. Once the table is set, and the coffee poured, Lexa emerges from the bedroom with a satisfied grin and mussed hair. Clarke watches as Lexa rubs the sleep from her emerald eyes, and closes the distance between them. Lexa wraps her arms around Clarke’s middle, and lets out a contented sigh, “You made me waffles?” Clarke’s pink lips curl up into a proud smirk, “Yes, Love. I know they’re your favorite.” Clarke plates their breakfast and proceeds to place a generous dollop of whipped cream on her own waffle. “Do you want whipped cream on yours?” Lexa reaches around Clarke and swipes her index finger through the whipped cream topping Clarke’s waffle, and proceeds to suck the sweetness off of her finger. Lexa then presses her dulcet lips to Clarke’s, and husks “Yes, please.”