A/N: Prompt from CL81 on AO3: Lexa feeling weird about having sex once Clarke is much further along and Clarke getting upset because she thinks Lexa doesn't find her attractive anymore.

Clarke pushed Lexa onto their bed and immediately straddled her lap, attaching their lips once more as her tongue snaked out to meet her wife's. She palmed her breasts and grinned against her mouth at the whimper that was emitted.

Lexa jerked her pelvis up as Clarke slowly began to roll her hips. She reached for the hem of her shirt—which was oversized in order to accommodate her six month pregnant belly—and tore it off, flinging it over her shoulder where it landed somewhere on the floor. Lexa's eyes roamed the length of her exposed skin, but as they flitted downwards, she suddenly froze, discomfort quite apparent.

"Lexa?" Clarke asked as her eyebrows scrunched in bewilderment. "What's wrong?"

"Uh, nothing," she replied unconvincingly. "I just remembered that I have something to do." She slid out from underneath Clarke and rearranged her clothing so that it sat properly.

"Well, what do you have to do?" Clarke wanted to know. Was Lexa really blowing her off just now?

"Don't worry yourself over it," she told her, unable to look her in the eye as she backed out of the room. "It's nothing all that important." Then she was gone.

Clarke huffed in frustration before pulling on her shirt and flopping back onto the bed. Lexa had seemed very into what they were doing and then she just…left. So what the hell had gotten into her?

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Clarke stormed into their bedroom where she knew Lexa would currently be. She slammed the doors shut behind her, locked them, and turned to a stunned and gaping Lexa.

"Is it because you find me unattractive?" she demanded.

"Wha—"

"Just admit it, Lex. You don't think I'm beautiful anymore. You think I'm ugly and fat, don't you?"

"What are you talking about, Clarke? Of course I don't think that!"

"Then why won't you have sex with me?!" she all but yelled. "It's been nearly a week and a half since you've touched me and it's driving me insane!"

Lexa looked away in shame. "I'm…uncomfortable with the idea of…making love to you this far into your pregnancy. I mean, what if the baby can feel what we do now that they are bigger? What if I end up hurting them?"

Clarke sighed. "Why didn't you just tell me this?"

"I didn't know how to broach the subject with you. I'm truly sorry, Clarke, I never meant to make you feel undesirable."

She shook her head. "You know, if you would've just talked to me, I could've helped to ease some of your worries."

"What do you mean?"

Clarke went over to her and grasped the hands that were hanging limply by her side. "Well, I may not know everything there is to about pregnancy and babies, but I do know that sex won't hurt the baby. People do it all the time while pregnant. As for whether or not the baby can feel us, I think they'll know something's happening, just not what. And besides," she shrugged, "it's not like they'll even remember after they're born anyway."

"Are you sure?" Lexa asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, babe." Clarke released her hands and slung her arms around her neck instead, pulling them close.

Lexa smile at the Skaikru term of endearment before she frowned, remembering thinking back to their argument. "Why would you say that I think you are unattractive?"

Clarke bit her lip and shyly looked down between their bodies. "You know, 'cause I am right now."

"Clarke—"

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I know I am."

Lexa shook her head in disbelief. "Is that how you really see yourself right now?"

"C'mon, Lex, I'm as fat as a cow—and I'm getting bigger everyday—and I have these ugly ass stretch marks all over. How could anyone consider me pretty?"

"Because you are. No, listen to me," she added when the blonde shot her a look of incredulity. "When I first laid eyes on you when you walked into my tent, determined to make an alliance with us, I thought that you were the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. And over these past few years, my mind hasn't changed or faltered once about that. Not when you were bruised and cut and covered in dirt as Roan brought you to me in chains and certainly not now when you are glowing as you carry my child within you."

Before Clarke could realize what Lexa had done, she'd lifted her shirt up and over her head and let it drop to the floor. She stood naked from the waist up, having forgone her bra that day due to her full and aching breasts that were getting ready to produce milk for her soon-to-be-born child. Self-consciously, she tried to cover herself with her arms, but was stopped by the brunette.

"No," she said. "Don't hide yourself from me." Cupping her cheek, Lexa pulled her in for a kiss that she kept soft and slow. As she began to kiss down to her neck, her hands roamed over Clarke's skin, her fingertips trailing lightly up and down her sides.

She bent down to press gentle kisses around her breasts, careful to avoid any direct contact to her nipples which were incredibly sensitive. As she knelt in front of her, Lexa smoothed a hand over Clarke's round stomach, still in so much awe that their child was growing there. She located the stretch marks that Clarke had complained about and showered each one with loving attention.

"These are not hideous stains that you should feel you must hide and be ashamed of, ai hodnes. These are marks that show proof of the honor you bestow upon me. They are evidence that you will bear a child; that you went through months of hormone-induced turmoil and then bring life into a world that can be as cruel as it can be kind.

"As for you being 'as fat as a cow'," Lexa continued slight amusement seeping through her tone, "you are not fat. You belly is round, yes, but it is round with child. You grow so that our baby can also grow."

Lexa kissed her way up Clarke's body and found that Clarke had tears forming in her eyes. "No matter what, yu laik ai houmon en yu ste otaim meizen gon ai." Her hand slipped downwards once again to tug at the waistband of the blonde's pants. She was long past the point where she could wear pants with buttons seeing as her larger belly kept getting in the way. As a result, Lexa had paid for several seamstresses to continually readjust her old clothing and to make her new ones when in need.

"Now, let me show you just how desirable I truly find you." Leading Clarke to the bed, she laid her back and helped her to shed her pants. Placing a leg on either side of her, she went to work on her neck, enjoying the way Clarke would gasp as she nipped at a particularly sensitive spot. By the time she was finished, her wife's neck had a multitude of marks on it, all ranging from a shade of light red to a deep purple.

As she moved farther down her body, she stopped to quickly flick her tongue over a straining nipple. Though she only did it once, Clarke violently arched her back at the contact. Licking her way over to the other breast, she sealed her mouth over the nipple and lightly ran her tongue over it.

"Oh my god, Lexa," Clarke moaned, already writhing against the furs of the bed.

Before she could tiptoe over the line of pleasure and into pain, Lexa removed her mouth and continued south, her face leveling with Clarke's core. She was absolutely dripping if the wet spot on her underwear was any indication. Shifting closer, she buried her nose there and inhaled Clarke's musky scent. Her mouth was almost watering with how badly she wanted—no, needed—to taste her. Hooking her thumbs in her underwear, she yanked them off and threw them carelessly to the side.

It was hard for Clarke to see Lexa over her baby bump, but there was no mistaking it when the brunette's tongue slid through her folds for the first time. Her chest heaved as she struggled to get air into her lungs while Lexa feasted on her like she had gone without food for several days. Her tongue felt like it was everywhere all at once as she constantly went from probing her entrance with it to circling her clit.

Lexa wrapped her left arm underneath one of her thighs and brought her free hand down to push first one, then two, fingers deep within Clarke. She held her steady as the blonde cried out in ecstasy, her orgasm slamming into her like a brick wall. Lexa grinned in response. Clarke's breasts weren't the only part of her body that were sensitive as hell because of her pregnancy. If Lexa wanted to, she could make Clarke come at least four times non-stop.

As tempting as that sounded to her, Lexa didn't want to completely wreck her wife in just one round. She knew they'd be going all night and wanted them both prepared for that. So instead of four or five orgasms, she settled for two right now.

Never halting her fingers, she added a third one and sucked her clit into her mouth, her tongue gently flicking over it. Clarke never even had the chance to come down from her first high before she was thrown into her second one, her hands clawing at the furs while her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

As she felt the clenching ease up on her fingers, Lexa removed them and gave one last lick to Clarke's twitching clit. She carefully moved off of her and laid down next to her on her side, elbow bent to prop her head up. She studied her gorgeous wife as her body still shook, the pleasure wracking through her.

When Clarke turned her head to look at her, she gulped as she saw the pure desire etched deep into her blue eyes. The blonde grabbed her hand and tugged her so that she was settled just above her chest. Clarke scooted down in order to have Lexa straddling her face.

"My turn," she whispered seductively before diving in.

Trigedasleng Translations:

Ai hodnes: my love

Skaikru: Sky People

Yu laik ai houmon en yu ste otaim meizen gon ai: You are my wife and you are always beautiful to me.