A Kiss…On a Place of Insecurity
Clarke had been in the dressing room of the department store for quite some time, and despite Lexa having managed to go up and down every aisle, Clarke still had not emerged with her swimsuit of choice.
She announced her presence with a soft knock and asked, “Babe, you okay in there?” The audible “hmph” was both an answer and an explanation. She hadn’t liked anything she’d tried on.
“None of them worked? Do they not fit? You want me to get-“ She was cut off by her wife’s frustrated yet small voice. “No. They fit, that’s not the problem.” The door cracked open, and Lexa took it as an invitation to join her wife in the dressing room.
Clarke had on a navy blue bikini set that fit her like a glove. The top cupped her breasts just enough to offer some support, but left that good earth cleavage on full display. The bottoms hugged her hips perfectly, and Lexa reflexively reached out to rest her hand on one. She was but a moth to a flame when it came to Clarke, especially when she was dressed like that. “Clarke, this one’s perfect!”
“I know, the swimsuit is great. That’s not the problem.” Lexa’s face twisted with confusion, “Forgive me, Love, but I’m not understanding what the problem is.” Clarke’s fingers began to trace the shiny, small stretch marks on her stomach as she looked at herself in the full length mirror. She then repeated the action around the swell of her hips and the sides of her breasts. “I knew they were there, but I’ve never really seen them all at once. Everything I try on just puts them on display.”
Lexa turned her wife away from the mirror, “You grew a whole ass human, Clarke. You’ve earned those stripes and I love every single one of them.” Blue eyes rolled, “You’re obligated to say that, though.”
Lexa dropped to her knees and looked up at Clarke, “The hell I am!” Lexa proceeded to kiss each and every stretch mark on Clarke’s fair stomach, while her fingers traced the ones on her hips. They were small and they would fade, but Lexa knew what they meant to her. “These are your battle scars. They’re proof of life; the life you grew inside you. The family you made for us.”
She stood then, reached her hands behind Clarke’s neck to release the ties that held up the bikini top, and began to run the tip of her tongue over the marks on her breasts. “These are my favorite though.” Green eyes looked up into substantially darkened blues, “These point me in the direction of the happiest place on earth.”
Clarke couldn’t help but laugh, “Isn’t that supposed to be Disneyland?” Lexa took a nipple into her mouth and sucked roughly, before soothing over it with her tongue. She paused for a second and shot Clarke a devilish grin, “Your boobs are my Disneyland!”