Clarke spends as much of her free time with Lexa as she possibly can before she starts her internship. She knows she won't have much of it after that day, and even when she does she'll be exhausted.
She soaks in the way Lexa looks at her, all soft around the edges and with a hint of amusement in her eyes. Like she'll never get sick of anything that comes out of Clarke's mouth.
Clarke adores it.
She can tell Lexa is all about going slow, but she aches to put a name to this… whatever this is. She knows they're dating but she wants more. She wants as much as Lexa will give her.
Lexa takes her to an indie movie at an arthouse theatre and buys her a box of junior mints with a sly smile on her face. Clarke doesn't remember telling her it was her favorite movie snack.
And a warmth spreads inside her.
And Clarke almost blurts it out right then and there. Almost asks the question she's been wanting to ask for weeks now, since she was soaking up the sun on an island with her best friend.
Soaking up the sun and ignoring all the bad, blatant attempts Raven made to get details out of Clarke.
Instead she leans in and brushes her lips gently over Lexa's and pulls her to their theatre giddy with a raw excitement she's felt ever since that first day on the T.
She manages not to blurt it out over dinner which turns out to be a bigger struggle than she ever could have imagined because Lexa keeps looking at her with dreamy eyes and a heavy gaze and Clarke feels it everywhere.
She comes alive under that look.
And when Lexa pulls Clarke into her lips just outside the cafe and kisses her like it's her last wish, Clarke understands the look.
They barely make it back to Lexa's apartment.
They both trip up the stairs, Lexa turning around and kissing Clarke every chance she can get.
Clarke trying to strip off Lexa's jacket.
Heavy breaths shared between their open, ravenous mouths.
Lexa struggles to unlock her door and Clarke nips her neck in protest. When she finally hears that lock click open, she pushes Lexa inside and slams the door behind her, practically shoving Lexa towards her bedroom, lips biting and frenzied.
But then as soon as Lexa's back hits the mattress below her, everything changes.
Clarke doesn't want to rush anymore.
They're here.
Finally.
She takes in Lexa's flushed face, her dark eyes, her pink lips already extra plush from kissing and she smiles.
"Hi."
Lexa reaches up and touches Clarke's neck, cupping her to bring her back down into a kiss. "Hi."
Clarke feels it on her lips.
Lexa kisses her slowly, methodically.
Lexa kisses her like she's never been kissed before.
Clarke almost can't stand it.
Lexa's kiss pools in her stomach and spreads out like a flame.
Hands reach down to slide her shirt off and Clarke sits up a little, tossing the shirt over her shoulder. Lexa's gaze is heavy and wanting as it roves over her body.
Clarke pulls the other girl up to slide the sundress off tan shoulders, taking the bra straps with her and kissing the new skin she finds.
Lexa shudders beneath her, a gasp in her ear, fingers gripping Clarke's shoulders. Pulling her back down, skin against burning skin.
Clarke can't help but smile as her lips find Lexa's again. A sense of calmness washing over her. Feeling whole.
She guides Lexa further up the bed and unbuttons her own shorts, watching Lexa's pupils grow even wider, slender fingers slowly removing them before unhooking her bra.
And then Clarke is on her back, the soft blankets beneath her and a sultry smile above her. Lexa's hair dances down around her face, her neck as she props herself up, brushing her free hand over smooth skin.
Clarke watches her, feeling butterflies awaken again in her belly, fluttering everywhere.
When Lexa kisses her again it's soft and gentle. Searching.
Clarke answers, feeling the layers of Lexa's kiss.
When Lexa lowers her body against Clarke's again, she can't help the moan that slips out. Lexa's lips move across her neck, nibble at her collarbone, slide between her breasts.
Clarke wants this moment to last forever. Clarke wants to feel everything all at once.
And yet, she lets Lexa do as she pleases. Too content to flip her over and have her way.
Lexa's lips move slowly, maddeningly, down Clarke's torso, removing the last cloth barrier they find and dragging up and down long legs. Lexa's tongue dances up Clarke's inner thigh and Clarke grips wavy hair.
When Lexa dips her tongue inside of her, Clarke loses all breath. Sees stars flashing before her eyes.
But Lexa stops all too soon and crawls back up Clarke's body, smirking at the look of confusion Clarke levels her with.
"Patience, Clarke."
She dips her tongue inside Clarke's mouth, and the taste of herself on Lexa's lips sends Clarke into overdrive. She tries to flip Lexa over, but Lexa holds firm, nipping at Clarke's lip.
It drives Clarke mad.
Lexa's hair tickles Clarke's skin as she moves over Clarke, her lips nonstop in their exploration.
Clarke claws at Lexa's back, completely at her mercy.
Until she senses a shift and wrangles herself over and on top of Lexa, the green eyes beneath her sparkling with amusement and lust.
She growls as she attacks the long, elegant neck that haunted her dreams, feeling the fast flickering heartbeat beneath her lips. She moves down, Lexa's small breasts perfect in her hands, in her mouth.
She hooks her finger under a cotton waistband and flings the last piece of clothing between the two of them aside, searching Lexa's eyes for any hesitation.
Instead, Lexa nods and bites her own lip, weaving her hands through Clarke's hair and pulling her back up towards her mouth. When their lips connect again, Clarke swallows a breathy sigh.
Content.
Relaxed.
Happy.
Another smile spreads across her face as her fingers slip easily through Lexa, the gasp that leaves the other girl's lips sending a shiver down her spine. Lexa's hands grip at her shoulder, her ass, keeping her where she is, firmly planted between open thighs.
She moves through Lexa slowly, building her up, up, up. A long leg wraps around Clarke's waist, urging her forward, hips moving up to meet her thrusts.
A grunt, a nip against her jaw, her chin.
Clarke adds another finger and kisses Lexa breathless, picking up the pace.
She feels Lexa's body tighten and curls her fingers. Lips break from hers and a groan reaches her ears as Lexa thrums beneath her, a shudder rippling through her and freezing.
"Clarke…." a whisper.
Before she can react, Clarke is on her back again. Lexa above her, cheeks flushed and eyes brilliant. Lexa inside her, slender fingers diving and curling.
It's all too much and Clarke feels herself nearing the edge too soon. But she doesn't fight it, holding Lexa's hungry gaze with each beat, each breath until her body goes taut with the pleasure rippling through her.
And this feeling stretches out between them.
In the silence.
In the heavy breaths they share so close to one another.
In the soft smiles and bright eyes.
This feeling that something has cracked open, brilliant and beautiful and theirs.
A/N: Thank you for being patient with me! I hope this chapter was worth the wait. As always, comments are welcome!
