Summary:
Bellamy comes out to the world, the gang spend NYE together, and clexa get to try out Lexa's dildo. WARNING: this chapter is seriously smutty. A lot more smutty than past chapters, so if you're not into explicit smut then this one probably isn't for you. For the people who read this who know me personally, please don't judge me! Hope you enjoy.
(Also, it was really late when I finished this and I couldn't be bothered to edit so I'm going to do that tomorrow, so that's the reason for any glaring mistakes). Enjoy!
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
1 week later
rebelkingbblake : Sooo…I think it might be time to tell you guys something. There's been speculation about this for some time but I'm just going to come out (pun completely intended) and say it: I'M GAY! The man in this picture is my beautiful boyfriend John, and I've never been happier. Frankly I'm glad I am finally able to tell the truth about this because I've been seeing some very disturbing comments on social media recently regarding the real life relationship between myself and Clarke Griffin. To all those who 'ship' me and Clarke: please stop. We are just friends, and we will never be more than that. If you insist on 'the right to ship whatever you want' then please do it amongst yourselves and don't drag Clarke and I into it. I must admit it makes me very uncomfortable, as a gay man, to have a relationship with a woman forced upon me, but I understand that until today you were not aware of that. I hope this announcement will change some of your minds. I have also seen some extremely homophobic comments on Twitter about the same sex relationships on our show and about Clarke's personal relationship with Lexa and that needs to stop. We have our own lives. We are not your property, and we do not exist to satisfy your deranged fantasies. I would hope that those of you who are genuine fans of Clarke and I and our careers would support us no matter who we're dating. Those are the fans I love and appreciate. That's all I have to say and I hope you guys enjoy the final season of The 100 :D
#BellarkeIsOverParty #SorryThatWasRude #ImActuallyNotSorry #IsThisHowTheCoolKidsHashtag
Clarke shakes her head and laughs as she scrolls to the bottom of Bellamy's marathon Instagram post, noting the addition of the two men holding hands emoji and three grinning faces. She cannot deny that the attached photo is adorable: a well-timed snap of Bellamy's wide smile and John kissing his cheek. Knowing the nature of their crazy fans, he's probably going to get some pretty negative feedback on the post, but she thinks he can probably handle it and she's overjoyed that he's finally decided to put his fears aside and be open with the world.
"Lex!" She yells. "Have you seen what Bell just put on Instagram?"
Lexa strolls into the kitchen in nothing but her underwear, a mascara wand in one hand and only half of her face made up. "No?"
Clarke immediately forgets what she was talking about.
"Is that new lingerie?"
"Oh, crap, it was supposed to be a surprise."
"Well, consider me surprised. And horny," she adds, not bothering to hide her eager grin as her eyes roam Lexa's almost naked body.
"Behave," Lexa warns, pointing the mascara brush threateningly in her direction.
"Why am I being surprised again?"
"Well, it was meant to be a present, I guess, for your last night in New York."
"So, you in lingerie is a present for me?"
"Are you complaining?" Lexa arches an eyebrow.
"Absolutely not," says Clarke, licking her lips and hooking a finger into the middle of the lacy bra, pulling her forwards so that they are pressed flush against each other. Clarke kisses her full on the mouth before trailing her kisses downwards and sucking a nipple into her mouth through the material, tugging with her teeth as she rocks her thigh into Lexa's barely clothed crotch. She releases a breathy moan as she feels warmth and wetness hitting her thigh, and untangles her hand from Lexa's hair with the intention of sliding it inside Lexa's sexy new lingerie instead.
"Nope," says Lexa, gripping her wrist hard and reversing away from Clarke. "No funny business. You need to start getting ready."
Clarke looks disbelievingly between Lexa and the damp patch on her jeans. "But you -,"
"Will be just as turned on tonight. After the party."
"Ugh, why do you always do this?" Clarke whines.
"Because if you had your way we would just be fucking 24/7 and we'd never get anything done."
"The only thing I want to do is you, though."
"Nice try. Now go and get dressed. I've put what I'm wearing on the bed so you can match if you want to."
Clarke sighs dramatically and pecks her on the lips.
"I love you."
"I know."
"Princess!" Bellamy greets them at the door of the club, wrapping Clarke in a tight hug and crinkling her dress.
Lexa frowns at him for the use of the nickname.
"Oh, sorry Lexa. Do you want me to stop calling her that?"
"I don't have a huge issue with it, other than that the reason behind it is completely untrue," she smirks and Clarke shoots her a look as if to say 'was that completely unnecessary?'
Bellamy just laughs heartily and slaps them both on the back. He's slurring his words and Clarke wonders exactly how many drinks he's already had. He gestures to a couple of tables at the back where most of their group is already sitting. As they make their way through the crowd, Clarke can see John, Jasper, Monty, Octavia, Lincoln, Raven and –
"Niylah?!" says Lexa as they arrive at the table. "What are you doing here?" She doesn't mean it to come out as rude as it does and immediately regrets her wording. She thinks she sees John glare at her out of the corner of her eye. "I mean, sorry, this is just…a bit of a surprise. I haven't seen you in months."
Niylah looks as glamorous as ever and completely unfazed as she stands up to embrace both Clarke and Lexa politely. "Octavia invited me. I've run into her a couple of times at the gym. She said it might be nice if we all hung out together for New Years, especially as John's here. I didn't know you two were coming, though. If you want I can go..."
She looks uncertainly at Clarke, who shakes her head vigorously. "No, absolutely not. We're all friends here, right?"
Lexa nods. "Yes, definitely. You're not here with a date? You know…that girl you mentioned a while back?" She says, trying to sound supportive and not threatening in any way.
"Um, no…she couldn't make it. We're still going strong though," she says brightly. "What do you guys want to drink? I was just getting a round in."
After she has disappeared off towards the bar in a cloud of glitter and blonde hair, Lexa leans down slightly to whisper in Clarke's ear:
"Are you sure you're ok with this? We can always go somewhere else, just the two of us?"
"Lexa, it's totally fine. My ex is here too, remember?" Clarke chuckles as she watches Lexa's eyes drift to John, who is practically shielded from view by Bellamy's mop of dark curls as he whispers god knows what in his ear. Lexa takes a deep breath. This is fine. John's happy, Niylah's happy and you're happy with Clarke. No one got really hurt. Just relax.
Clarke is soothing her with almost the exact same words, and she straightens up, smiling and looking around. "Ok, yeah, it's all good. I think we've got some catching up to do, though," she chuckles, looking at their rosy cheeked friends who seem to have got a bit of a head start on the drinking front.
"How drunk do you want to get tonight? I only ask because I don't want to get really wasted and be annoying if you're not in the mood."
Lexa gives her a mildly amused look. "As lovely as it is of you to ask my permission before you get absolutely hammered, you can drink however much you want, Clarke, I won't hold it against you. And I don't know about you but I was intending on getting pretty fucking drunk."
Clarke laughs and lights up as Niylah returns with their drinks. Touching the corner of her glass to Lexa's she smiles tenderly, all shining blue eyes and unconditional love.
"To two amazing months," she toasts.
Lexa adds: "And many more to come,"
"Nope. There's just no way. Sorry, but no. No one is gayer than me."
"Is gayer even a word?"
"Yeah, Lexa, you can't just make up a word."
"Fine, more gay."
"We've said the word gay so many times I'm not even sure it's word anymore."
2 hours later, at almost midnight, it's safe to say that the time for coherent conversation has ended, and the period of weird, baffling drunken debates has taken over. After Bellamy's recent coming out to the public, they have somehow got onto the topic of who is gayer between Lexa or Bellamy. Sorry, more gay. Naturally, in their drunken states, they are both convinced of their status as the gayest of the gays.
Bellamy aggressively shakes his head. "You have no evidence for that statement. You don't even look gay."
"Neither do you."
"When did you know you were gay?"
"I always knew I was gay."
"Have you ever slept with a man?"
"Ew. No."
"Hey!" Jasper exclaims in protest.
Clarke chooses this moment to trip over Raven's wayward shoe as she returns to the table with a fresh round of drinks, upending the tray all over Lexa and Bellamy.
"Jesus , fuck, I'm so sorry," she slurs, making a feeble attempt to mop at Bellamy's white shirt, which is now completely see-through and emitting a strong odor of vodka. Or perhaps that's just Bellamy himself. Clarke isn't sure.
Lexa picks a lemon out of her hair and flicks it across the table. She hits Monty square in the nose and they both start giggling hysterically.
Bellamy is looking down at his shirt, looking rather pleased with the new development of the whole club being able to see his abs.
"Should I just take the whole shirt off?" he queries.
"Yes!" shouts John, at the same time as Clarke and Octavia saying 'NO." Bellamy looks confused but thankfully leaves the shirt on for now.
Clarke attempts to school her features into a serious and apologetic expression, but fails when she notices a lime sliding down Bellamy's shoulder and a cocktail stick embedded in Lexa's matted curls.
"I resent this implication that someone can 'look gay', by the way. You two of all people should know not to stereotype," Niylah scolds, looking disapprovingly at the pair of giggling drowned rats across the table.
Bellamy flicks his head to unstick dark curls from his forehead and fixes Lexa was a stern look. "Tell you what; let's go to New York pride next summer. That's the ultimate test of the gay."
"I'm in," Raven chimes in, to the tune of murmured agreement from the whole table.
Lexa sits back in her chair and sighs contentedly, despite the cocktail stick poking her just above her ear and the slow trickle of lemon scented vodka into her cleavage. She doesn't even care that she smells like a mixture between the home of an alcoholic and an ash tray, she's having way too much fun to let anything bother her. There is raucous laughter echoing around her as conversation bounces between her friends, and Clarke's knee brushes hers ever so slightly as she laughs emphatically at something Octavia has said.
She has a new manager, Luna, and will be returning to Los Angeles in a few weeks to get back to work, after a short holiday with Clarke in Canada. She's not naive enough to believe in fate and good karma, and she know that nothing is ever perfect, but her life is making a pretty good attempt at it right now, and she's not complaining.
It occurs to her that Luna might like to join them, as she had mentioned she was just doing New Year's Eve with a few friends and would be open to any club suggestions. She pulls out her phone to drop her a quick message, but in her inebriated state her hands betray her, and the phone crashes to the floor. She crouches down under the table to retrieve it, reciting the mantra of all iPhone users: 'Please don't be cracked, PLEASE don't be cracked.' Just as she spies it under Lincoln's chair, something else catches her attention.
There is a foot, staggeringly high sparkly silver stiletto discarded on the floor beneath, rubbing sensually against the inside of someone's thigh. The owner of the thigh is wearing a hot pink dress with a slit up the side, and Lexa tries to remember who it was sat directly opposite her at the table. Her addled mind is not at it's best, but she's certain that the only people round their table who could acceptably be playing footsie are Lincoln and Octavia, John and Bellamy, or she and Clarke. And this is none of the above. Then, the mystery girl in the hot pink dress reaches down to readjust her dress and reveals a tiny tattoo of a wrench on the side of her knee.
Lexa has a lightbulb moment.
"I'm seeing someone new. I think you may have met her once or twice."
"Raven, when are you going to reveal the identity of your secret girlfriend?"
She experiences an out of body experience, where everything Raven has said, or refused to say, about her new girlfriend rushes at Lexa in a series of revelatory flashbacks. The secrecy, the outrage when Bellamy threatened to expose her; suddenly it all makes sense.
Raven and Niylah. Huh, who would have thought it.
She grabs her phone and straightens up very quickly, narrowing avoiding hitting her head on the edge of the table. (She doubts she would have really felt it anyway). She finds Clarke's hand with her own and plucks her up and away from the table. "We need to talk."
Clarke looks bemused but follows her obediently. Lexa pretends not to hear the wolf whistles and cat calls as she pushes their way into the bathroom.
Clarke seems to have the same idea as the friends they left at the table and immediately tries to kiss her. Lexa dodges her lips and tries not to give in to her urges at the adorable pout on Clarke's face.
"Raven and Niylah."
"What?"
"Niylah. She's Raven's secret girlfriend."
"How - ,"
"They're playing footsie. At the table. Right now."
"Are you sure their legs weren't just touching accidentally and you're massively overreacting?"
"Clarke, are you going to make me describe the proximity of my ex-girlfriend's foot to your friends crotch in explicit detail? They're dating, I'm telling you."
Clarke is silent for a moment, lips ever so slightly mouthing her thoughts, as if she needs the extra movement to fully concentrate. After a while, she gives a decisive nod and looks back at Lexa.
"It makes perfect sense."
"It does?"
"Well, Niylah told you she was seeing someone you'd met, right? And Raven got super defensive at my place when she thought Bellamy was going to tell us who it was. They're both into girls, they're both hot, they're both kind of…," she hesitates, trying to think of the politically correct way to say it, "...out there, with, you know, the way they dress...and stuff. I think it's a match made in heaven, personally."
Lexa is gobsmacked.
"Clarke, Niylah is pretty much the most vanilla person I have ever known. I mean sure, she likes brightly coloured clothes and makeup, but believe me, she's not into the...stuff...that Raven's into."
"For God's sake, you make it sound like she's into satanic rituals or something. Raven just likes a bit of spice in the bedroom."
"She did a handstand against a wall for half an hour and ate a girl out at the same time," Lexa states bluntly.
"So? Doesn't that sound fun to you?"
"Um, no, not particularly. I'm not flexible enough," she pauses, seeing the funny side of it. "You could try it though, if you want," she winks.
Clarke grins and punches her lightly on the arm. "Why do you care, anyway? I hope I don't need to remind you that she's your ex girlfriend. And a grown woman, who can do anything, or anyone she wants."
"I know, silly," she laughs, starting to back Clarke slowly into an open cubicle. "I guess sex is just on my mind after your little stunt earlier."
Clarke looks indignant. "My stunt?! You were the one walking round in the world's sexiest lingerie, tempting me and then telling me I have to wait until later," blue eyes look imploringly into green, dark and full of affection.
"Well, if you want," Lexa whispers, kicking the door shut with her foot smoothing her hand up and down Clarke's thigh, creeping further and further under her dress, "I could give you a little preview now…"
"We're in a toilet stall. This is so not sexy."
"But you're sexy, so it's ok."
Clarke seems to contemplate the logic of that response for a moment, before leaning back in to rejoin their lips. Lexa hooks her arms just under her ass, preparing to lift her onto the little shelf for more leverage, when she hears the unmistakable sound of a giggle escaping the blonde's lips. She pauses, and Clarke continues to chuckle.
"Why are you laughing right now?"
"I'm sorry. It's just...Raven said something to me, at the cast party, I think you were dancing so you didn't hear it…" she trails off to laugh even harder and Lexa gives her a stern and impatient look. "Sorry. They made me tell them whether we'd had sex yet, and we hadn't, and Raven said...she said something like 'oh, that's a shame, I hear she's really great in bed," Clarke drops her head to Lexa's shoulder and continues to laugh uncontrollably, her body shaking a little from hysteria. "I thought that was ridiculous because there's no way she could know that, but I guess...I guess now it's pretty clear who told her."
Lexa turns bright red.
"That's not funny."
"It's a little bit funny."
"I'm not amused."
"I am."
"What, you like the idea of other girls talking about me having sex? You don't, you know, think that should be all for you?"
That shuts Clarke up a little. "Hey, I'm sorry. You're right, they shouldn't have been talking about it. But you know what Raven's like. That girl doesn't have a filter, anything is fair game with her. She probably didn't even register that talking about sex with your ex isn't something couples normally do."
Lexa nods and ponders quietly. "I can't believe they're a couple…"
"Raven Reyes has a girlfriend. Whatever's next?"
It is at this moment that Lexa realises her hand is still halfway up Clarke's skirt and Clarke has one leg hooked around her waist. She slides the hand up provocatively, hiking her dress up further and reaching for her underwear, when she becomes aware of loud shouting from out in the main bar. Clarke has heard it too, and has frozen against her.
"Is that- ?"
"I think it's- ,"
"Oh my god, it's midnight, come on!" She grabs her hand and together they run out of the bathroom, just making it in time for:
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Their friends are all cheering madly, glasses clinking left right and center. Everyone is hugging, and Lincoln and Octavia are kissing. Raven and Niylah are engaged in an inappropriately long hug, and Clarke thinks it's funny that they're not kissing in an attempt to keep something from them that they already know. But she has more important things to think about.
She wraps her arms around Lexa, who is cheering and laughing with Bellamy, and spins her so that they are nose to nose. Laughter and happiness mingling with each breath, she brushes her hand softly over her girlfriend's lower back and presses their lips softly together, whispering directly against Lexa's skin:
"Happy New Year, baby."
"Happy New Year, my love."
They stay that way for a minute, letting the music and overwhelming happiness of everyone around them resonate, just soaking up the moment.
Clarke is scared about going back to Vancouver. She will be seeing Lexa in a week or so for their getaway but after that they'll be going weeks, even months without seeing each other. She's never tried a long distance relationship before and she knows they will face challenges impossible to anticipate. She doubts she would've been prepared to give the long distance thing a go with any of her past relationships; they were easy and fun and convenient, but not made to last, and she wouldn't have had any problems ending them out of practicality. This is different. She cannot face the prospect of a life without Lexa, without their relationship. They have become a part of each other, and it is easier said than done to shed a part of yourself. They will make it work, because the alternative just isn't worth thinking about. She just has to make it through the last few months of working on The 100, and then she can move to LA full time. She wonders when she started picturing a future with Lexa as her happy place; the place she lets her mind wander when she was stressed or angry or upset. All she wants is to keep making Lexa happy the way she does now. If she can do that, then nothing else matters.
"I love you so much," she whispers, tugging Lexa's hand up to press against where her heart is beating wildly. "That's what you do to me. Not just now. Always."
"I love you too. But alcohol consumption is also known to increase heart- ,"
"Why are you trying to kill my moment?"
"Sorry. Actually, while we're doing the sappy stuff, I have a question for you."
"If you're about to ask me to marry you, the answer is yes."
"Well that's...good to know for the future. But no, not just yet. I was wondering if, when you get to LA in a few months, if you'd like to...live in my apartment, with me? I probably shouldn't be asking, I've heard all the jokes about the lesbian and the U Haul, and we don't know where we'll be in a few months, but it just seems silly to me for us to have two apartments in the same place when we're...hopefully...going to be spending most evenings together- ,"
Clarke's answer is to plant one on her, taking her bottom lip gently between own and releasing it, pressing continuous soft kisses to her lips, and then her cheeks, and then down her neck.
"Yes," (kiss) "you idiot," (kiss) "of course the answer is yes," (kiss) "I love you so much...you have no idea." She stops her kisses for a second and just looks at her, and Lexa's heart flips at the feeling of having someone who just knows you, who will always understand you and appreciate you without reservation.
"I assure you I do have some idea."
The rest of the club is lost to them then. For Lexa, as it has been almost the whole time for the last 5 months, there is only Clarke. Clarke's smile, Clarke's laugh, Clarke's beautiful body. Clarke's soft, caressing kisses. Even when the kiss heats up, both of them needing it to progress further, it still manages to be loving. Lexa doesn't want to do anything else for the rest of her life other than show and tell Clarke that she loves her.
As Clarke grasps her ass and gasps quietly against her neck, she realises they're unintentionally putting on a bit of a show.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
"I thought you would never ask."
They collapse onto Clarke's bed kissing hungrily, tongues and limbs tangling. The journey home had seemed like forever to Lexa, particularly as she had a very...specific...idea about what they should do tonight.
"Clarke," she gasps. "You're not too drunk for this, right?"
"Too drunk to have sex? Are you crazy? Absolutely not."
"Ok, just checking. I thought we might, urm, do something a bit different...could we maybe...use my strap-on? That I brought over at Christmas?" she blushes, but her embarrassment fades away quickly at the expression that lights up Clarke's face. "I'll take that as a yes," Lexa laughs, rolling off the bed and heading for the drawer where she had stashed it.
"Do you find it weird that I've been with men?" Clarke asks, lying on her side with her head propped up on one elbow, naked from the waist up. "It's nice, right, for you…? Using these? It's not gross because you're not into men?"
"I suggested it, didn't I? It's not gross, it's hot. It's not like it's the real thing. If you've slept with a guy whose penis is this brown and plastic looking I think you might want to to tell them to be concerned. And it doesn't bother me that you've been with men. Thinking about you...in any sexual situation is hot, if I'm being perfectly honest."
Clarke grins and crooks a finger at her. "In that case, get over here."
Lexa sheds the rest of her clothes on the way over, only leaving on the underwear Clarke had so enjoyed earlier. She swings a leg over her hips, setting the dildo down for a second and getting lost in their kiss. "I want to fuck you first," she husks sensually against Clarke's ear, and the girl beneath her shudders.
"Are you sure? I mean, this wet patch on your underwear suggests you're pretty keen to be fucked," she teases, hooking a finger under the material, scraping the outside of Lexa's core as she pulls the fabric towards her and then releases it, pretending that the sound of the underwear slapping back against Lexa's wetness doesn't drive her absolutely crazy. Lexa squirms and tries to repress the noises inside her throat.
"I'm good. You first." She sets about evening the playing field, undressing Clarke at impressive speed; she's getting pretty good at this now. She doesn't think she's ever going to get tired of it, doesn't think she'll ever be able to take Clarke's clothes off and not stare in amazement at every inch of naked skin revealed. She loves the way Clarke looks at her as she slides her jeans to the ground, and responds by slipping a hand down the front of her dampened underwear.
"So wet, Clarke, oh my god," she groans.
"I'm pretty much always like this around you, if that helps."
"No, uh, that doesn't help," she replies, taking deep breaths, trying to clear her mind to focus on Clarke instead of the pounding need in her own underwear. She rubs her fingers around in the pool between Clarke's legs, biting her lip. She spreads the juices along the length of her opening, knowing she needs to be as wet as possible for what's about to happen. She can see the evidence of Clarke's arousal through the thin white material of her underwear and knows she's ready. She can smell her too, her heady scent filling the air as she drops to her knees and slides the soaked underwear down with her.
"Lie back," she commands.
Now that she has Clarke's underwear in her hands the smell is overpowering, and she can't resist bringing it closer to her face and inhaling deeply.
Clarke lets out a loud moan from her position on the bed and her legs visibly shake. "Holy fuck, Lexa. That's so hot." Although she thinks this every time she and Lexa have sex, she's pretty certain she's telling the truth this time when she says she's never been so turned on in her life. She settles into the bedspread, waiting for Lexa to join her, loving being completely under her control.
Lexa picks up the dildo from where she had discarded it earlier and straddles Clarke, leaning down to kiss her. She wastes no time in brushing her tongue against her lips, seeking entrance. This is no time for soft. They kiss headily until Clarke can't wait any longer and wraps both legs around Lexa's ass, encouraging her down on top of her, their hips fitting together perfectly. She bites her lip. "Please...fuck me."
"What do you want, Clarke?"
"I want you to fuck me."
"How?"
"I want you inside me. Hard and fast. Please."
Lexa shudders. "Spread your legs for me."
Clarke does as she is asked, exposing her bare sex as Lexa presses the dildo to her own mouth, wetting it with her tongue, although it's probably not necessary with the extent of Clarke's arousal.
"Go fast," Clarke says again. "I'll tell you if I want you to slow down."
With caution she positions the head against Clarke's lips, spinning it so that it collects her juices before running it up and down the length of her centre, just scraping against her sensitive clit.
"Lexa ," Clarke growls. She has never been so openly desperate, so needy, and she doesn't even care.
Now she pushes the head slowly forward, watching it disappear into her folds. Clarke groans from the pressure she has been waiting for. "Unnnhhhh…" she groans.
"All good?" Lexa asks, feeling the need to keep checking.
"Definitely good," she gasps in reply. "More."
She pushes forward again, the toy slipping in easier this time. It slides almost all the way to the base with how wet she is. She pulls it back out slowly, and then back in again, settling into a the fast rhythm Clarke had requested.
Clarke gives herself over to Lexa completely. In this moment she would have let her do anything.
Lexa makes sure to leave frequent kisses on her neck or collarbone as a reassurance of her love and care, a reminder that she can ask to stop at any time and she will still be just as madly in love with her.
"Can you hear that?" she whispers. It had always been a huge turn on for her, the wet sound of fucking a girl, the way it intensified the harder she went or the wetter she was. Clarke doesn't even realise she is opening her legs wider, and Lexa takes immediate advantage, pressing the toy in deeper, right to the base.
Clarke's moans have drowned out the sound of the toy driving in and out of her, and as Lexa thrusts it in deeper, the moans turn to whimpers as she starts to fall apart. Her face twists in pleasure as she approaches the edge. "Uh...gonna...I'm gonna...come," she growls.
"Come for me, baby," Lexa responds, enjoying the way Clarke's face unravels as her orgasm hits her full force. She is always beautiful, but this is a different kind of beautiful, and it drives Lexa insane. Clarke thanks her with an unintelligible string of moans, body relaxing into a jelly-like state as Lexa withdraws the dildo, releasing with a pop.
"That was amazing," she sighs, splayed out against the sheets, breathing heavily. "Wow. Fucking wow."
"Are you tired?"
"Is that code for am I too tired to give you your turn?"
"Maybe."
"Well that would just be rude," she laughs, swinging her body up and on top of Lexa, perching completely naked on her hips. Lexa's eyes go straight to her bare breasts, before her head falls back at the feeling of Clarke's naked centre pressing wetness against her bare stomach.
"Clarke," she gasps. "I don't think we're going to be able to do this again."
"What? Are you ok?" Clarke pauses the slow grind of her hips for a moment, concern marring her features.
"Just because, I think you're going to be the death of me."
Clarke laughs and mock punches her, but the touch just serves to ignite Lexa's already smoldering skin.
"You're an idiot. Now shut up, and let me fuck you."
When Lexa opens her eyes, Clarke is staring at her. She bumps their noses together and kisses her quickly between smiles that take over her entire face. She extracts the dildo from between the sheets and throws it on the floor. She wishes she could stay here forever. Her mind has finally stopped racing, worrying about things she cannot fix. She is blissfully happy.
"What are you thinking?" Clarke inquires.
"That I really love...fucking you," she teases.
Clarke pinches her side and starts smothering her with tickles.
"Fine, fine. I love plain old you as well."
"You're so romantic."
"You love it."
"I do. I really do."
Notes:
I hope you guys liked that one! comments on my smut writing is always appreciated as it is something I struggle with, especially as that one was more explicit than normal!
That may sadly be the end of this fic for now. If I am struck with a good idea for a final chapter or maybe an epilogue then I may add it on, but for now I've run out of ideas a little bit. I'm working on another idea at the moment, a clexa Ark AU with fuckboy Clarke and a kind of social divide thing going on...idk, we'll see where it goes. For now, I hope you guys have enjoyed Hearing You Whisper Through The Phone as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Feedback is, as always, very welcome. me on twitter ( HARMONSANGEL) if you want to :)
Lots of love, Amy x