So I am going to apologize for NOT updating this when I said I would. BUT, there is some smut so I hope that makes up for the lack of honesty on my part. I have a hard time being comfortable with the sexy parts of my stories so I take a lot longer to write them because people are going to be READING it and I just need to make sure it's actually not the most awkward thing in the world. Anyway, sorry! Enjoy!
ALSO, for anyone who is interested, I started my job on Wednesday so I've been really focused on that and my writing has been a little neglected. But no worries! I will still be updating as regularly as possible. If you get annoyed with it, send me a quick PM and I will definitely try to get something out. I like to hear from you. J~TGF
Don't You Go (Part 11)
After that, they exchanged blows pretty frequently. Lexa sank Clarke's submarine pretty quickly, to the point where the blonde was feeling the effects of the three shots of hard liquor she was forced to endure only about ten minutes into their game. But not long after, Clarke sank Lexa's Battleship which then led to continual hits and misses for both of them as they searched for new boats.
Both of them were too focused on their game and the fuzzy, warmth that was spreading through their stomachs to notice the time passing. They got lost in each other's company and Clarke was almost certain she was going to develop a nice six pack because Lexa was causing her to laugh so much. They exchanged funny stories in their drunkenness that they wouldn't have told a near stranger if they were sober.
Clarke explained how in her senior year of high school, all of her friends had stolen her shoes on the last day of school. She had been shoeless nearly the entire day and was lucky not to have been given in school suspension. By the time the end of the day had rolled around her shoes were covered in marker with rainbows covering the white tip of her left black converse. The other sported a bisexual flag with BI, SEE YOU LATER in Raven's big black chicken scratch handwriting. She admitted that she still had them hidden in the back of her closet.
Lexa explained how she and Anya had met each other. They were both in middle school, Anya was an 8th grader while Lexa was a scrawny 6th grader with a temper. They got on each other's nerves in gym class one day where they both got into a physical fist fight that ended with Lexa slipping on the wet bathroom floor and getting the shit beat out of her. The two of them were inseparable after that.
"Stop laughing!" Lexa exclaimed, her voice a pitch higher than normal as she threw a chip from the snack pack that Clarke had provided. Her cheeks were a rosy red and her eyes were lively with mirth and mischief. "It seriously happened! I had a bruised eye for nearly a week!"
Clarke was doubled over with her overheated forehead pressed against cool wood of the coffee table. She was laughing so hard her abdominals and cheeks her and it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. She couldn't get the idea of an angry little Lexa slipping and falling on her ass in the girls' locker room by a tinier version of the imposing Anya she remembered.
"I'm sorry," she gasped out, clutching at her stomach and wiping tears from her eyes before she collapsed into another fit of laughter.
Lexa only chucked, happy that she could make Clarke so happy. "Come on Clarke, we need to finish this game." She slurred, sipping at the warm water she'd gotten from underneath Clarke's bed earlier in their evening.
"Fine, fine," Clarke gasped again, sobering and trying to focus her eyes on her grid. She was in the process of find Lexa's final ship, the little patrol boat. She had already searched the edges of the board, where people normally put their tiniest boat but was still not having any luck.
Lexa waited as Clarke meticulously searched for a good place to pick, twisting a white peg in her fingers clumsily. She was losing, again, but Clarke was seriously too drunk to really be gloating about it. Lexa was in the process of sinking her Destroyer and still had to find the patrol boat, meaning Clarke was more sober than her. But it appeared that Clarke was a light weight when it came to whiskey.
"I dunno, E10?" Clarke asked, perching her peg over the point.
"Miss!" Lexa called, placing a peg down on the lower half of her board, right next to her patrol ship. She was lucky Clarke hadn't called F.
They continued on like that for at least fifteen minutes until Lexa finally ended the game. After finishing off Clarke's Destroyer, which caused the blonde to drop back two shots in quick succession. Then, finally, after a stalemate between the two of them Lexa found Clarke's patrol boat and sank it.
"Oh that's shit," Clarke grimaced, still unaccustomed to the stinging sensation after her final shot. They had drank nearly half of the bottle, cutting the amount of alcohol in the shot down to half once they realized that they would be too wasted by the end of it if they didn't.
Lexa chuckled, resting her elbow on the table and resting her head on her closed fist as her free hand began putting away the game. Her stomach was pleasantly warm and she felt more relaxed than she had with anyone other than Anya and Lincoln in a long time. Her eyes were half shut they felt so heavy but her brain wasn't as muddled as it should have been.
The game was put away quickly and once the box was closed, Clarke groaned loudly and collapsed backwards onto the rug. It felt more comfortable than her own bed probably would if she had enough energy to get up and go to it. She felt like she was floating on a cloud and maybe she could fall asleep right there.
She was half asleep when a shadow fell over her face. Her eyes fluttered open and it took a moment for them to focus on the face hovering over hers. In her drunken stupor the only thing she could think was, she's fucking gorgeous.
"Hey, Clarke, maybe you should get some water in you before you fall asleep," the concern and care in those green eyes made Clarke's heart flutter and her brain think stupidly drunk things. Like how incredibly angelic the warm yellow light behind Lexa's head made the girl look.
"Mmm," she murmured and closed her eyes again, "you're really pretty, you know."
"You're really drunk, but thanks."
"No really," Clarke insisted, opening her eyes again. She threw her hands up and gestured generally, "all this light makes you look like an angel." Lexa noticed how lit and unfocused those blue eyes were, but they frowned as if suddenly realizing something, "And I really want to kiss you again."
Lexa's heart jumped into her throat at that, trying to escape her ribcage by any means necessary. Her eyes dropped down to those beautiful pink lips for a split second before she remembered that Clarke was hammered and if they kissed or did anything more than that, she'd be taking advantage because she wasn't as drunk. So instead, she forced herself to sit back on her knees.
When the brunette didn't respond verbally, Clarke began to ramble, "And I know we already kissed, I can remember that. But we stopped and I'm not exactly sure why I stopped it anymore. Maybe it's because of Finn," she frowned harder, seriously thinking about it and it looked painful, "or maybe it's because of my Dad. Or Raven. Or something, I dunno. Am I a bad kisser?"
Lexa laughed at that. Clarke was a rambling, sleepy drunk apparently. "You're not a bad kisser, Clarke, but you do need to drink some water. Come on." She stumbled to her feet, dizzy from the amount of alcohol consumption she'd partaken in and held her hand out for Clarke to take.
After a moment, Clarke grabbed at her hand marveling at how smooth and soft it was. Everything seemed to be so much clearer and her senses heightened when she was drunk. She felt everything, physically and emotionally, on a much more profound level.
Together, they leaned on each other and stumbled into the kitchen. Earlier, they had pulled out half a dozen bottles of water and left them on the kitchen counter for later use. Now, Lexa was opening one of them and handing it to Clarke who had jumped up onto the counter and was leaning her head back against the cabinet.
"You know what, Lex?" Clarke asked after taking several long gulps of the water.
Lexa couldn't help the way her insides twisted in the best way at the nickname, "What?"
"I think Finn broke me," the hollowness in her voice made something clench at Lexa's heart. Clarke was definitely not broken, "I haven't been able to be with anyone since what happened. I think he broken Raven too." She wasn't slurring anymore. It was almost as if she was having some sort of premonition in her drunkenness that was spurring this depressing, one sided conversation on.
"Clarke—"
But Clarke just plowed on over her words, "You know, Raven is such a great person. So's Octavia. They'd be so great together, I think. But Raven is so afraid of being hurt again that she's hurting O in the process. It's pretty shitty if you ask me."
"Clarke," Lexa paused to see if the blonde was actually finished. Her eyes were closed once again, "Clarke, finish this water. You need to go to sleep."
"Mmm, I need some bread," the blonde forced her eyes open and focused on the bread box on the opposite side of the room.
Lexa frowned and followed her line of sight, "Why do you need that?"
"Absorbs the alcohol in my stomach. I haven't eaten all that much today." She patted her stomach for emphasis.
Lexa rolled her eyes and moved to open the box and grab out a complete loaf. She somehow managed to get her uncooperative fingers to work the twisty tie and open the bag before handing it over to the drunker blonde. Clarke pulled out a couple of pieces and tore of bite sized chunks to eat as she did.
"Want to hear a story about Lincoln?"
The hum she received as a response was affirmation enough.
"Well, he's Anya's younger brother. We're the same age. Anyway, when we were freshmen and Anya was a junior, we would all go out to the park and Anya had a boyfriend back then. He gave her a bunch of weed and we'd share it."
"Weed? Were you a bad girl in school, Woods?" Clarke interrupted, her eyes still closed as she chewed on her bread.
Lexa laughed, thinking back on all of those fights she'd been in, "I guess you could say that. But anyway, this one time he must have given her some bad shit because I swear…Lincoln went nuts. Like...he thought he could fly nuts. He climbed up on the kid slide and waved his arms about, pretending to be a bird," she chuckled at the memory, "it was hilarious. He broke his arm that day. We had to wait for him to come down and look as sober as possible before we could take him to the hospital."
"How long did you guys wait?"
"About five hours. Took him to the emergency room and said he jumped off of the swings like an idiot. We were just glad that they didn't test any of us for drugs. Anya started calling him Big Bird after that." Lexa explained.
Clarke giggled and finished off the last of her water, sitting up. "That's hilarious." She agreed.
"Don't tell him I told you that, he'll kill me," Lexa warned, taking the bag of bread back and replacing it in the bread box once it was closed.
They sat there for several minutes, Clarke grinning at the image of big, serious Lincoln trying to fly. Lexa was just glad she was able to get the blonde out of her depressed mood and watched the way her happy face seemed to lighten the room and the general mood.
"I'm sorry, I'm not normally such a sad drunk. Most of the time I'm the life of the party," Clarke sighed heavily.
Lexa shook her head, "No, its fine. I get it." She hesitated for another moment, debating with saying how she felt about the subject. "But I want you to know that you're not broken. If anything, you're just a little cracked. Finn isn't worth anything compared to you and everything will be okay. Because you, Clarke, are an amazing person. You're funny, confident and maybe a little cocky sometimes. But you're a great person and anyone would be lucky to have you."
A blush crept over Lexa's cheeks as she spoke, heat spreading through her body as she realized this was one of the most honest, truthful things she had ever said to another person. She had never believed something so wholeheartedly her entire life. Clarke wasn't broken. She was amazing and she deserved to know that.
Clarke sat there for a moment, staring at the woman before her. Maybe it was the alcohol or the sweet words coming out of the other girl's mouth, but it didn't matter. Clarke was almost certain that Lexa Woods was the most kindhearted, beautiful person she had ever met. The alcohol might have been muddling her judgement just a little, but that didn't stop her from reaching out.
She leaned forward, hooked her fingers into the fabric of Lexa's shirt since she'd discarded of her hoodie a long time ago. Clarke pulled her closer, fisting the cloth in her hand and bringing her other one around to grab at the back of Lexa's neck. The brunette careened forward and crashed against the counter between Clarke's legs at the sudden movement.
Their lips collided before Lexa really knew what was going on. She hadn't thought that this would be happening for the second time in the same evening, but was oh-so thankful that it was. Without realizing what she was doing, she was pulling Clarke closer and kissing her back passionately.
This kiss was different from the last one. Where that one had been soft, sweet and explorative, this one was hot and passionate and laced with a tinge of instinctual need for the other person.
Wherever Clarke's fingers touched her skin, sparks flew and heat scorched through her veins right down to her core, where it settled and sizzled. Lexa needed her more than she'd ever needed anyone in her life. She cupped Clarke's face in her hand, snaking her tongue out to tease at the blonde's plump lower lip.
Clarke opened her mouth, grabbing at Lexa's waist and bunching her shirt up to give her hands more warm skin to explore. She could taste the bitter edge of alcohol on Lexa's tongue as it slid into her mouth. She breathed deeply through her nose and pulled the brunette closer, kissing her back with a need she hoped Lexa understood.
"Wait," Lexa jerked back reluctantly, "Are you sure—?"
The searching, concerned look in jade eyes only made Clarke even more certain of what she wanted. This girl before her was double checking just because she wanted to be sure that Clarke was sure. "Yes, I'm sure."
"We've both been drinking—"
"I'm not drunk, Lexa," the whine of need was evident in the blonde's voice as she tangled her fingers in Lexa's hair, pulling her back down to recapture those amazing lips.
But Lexa urged herself not to get too lost in the kiss, succumbing for a few seconds before pulling back again, "Clarke—"
"Lexa," there was a warning in her voice that was bordering on hostility, "I am not as drunk as I was before. I promise. This is me consenting to this. Are you too drunk?"
The brunette searched the depths of those deep blue pools and found only desire, need and permission to continue what they were doing. She knew that they shouldn't, they didn't know each other that well and it could ruin whatever friendship they were developing. They shouldn't continue because Clarke was still caught up on Finn in some way and Costia hadn't left the back of Lexa's mind since the day she left.
But no matter all of the reasons that screamed this shouldn't be happening the only thing she was wondering was why not? Things could get messy, but Lexa didn't care. All she could focus on were those blue eyes and she finally let herself fall over that precipice and drown in the ocean before her.
Lexa crashed her lips back to Clarke's as her answer. This kiss was harder and needier than the last. Lexa pulled at the hoodie Clarke was wearing, finding that there was too much separating them. She needed to feel Clarke's skin against hers.
They managed to get the hoodie over her head after a moment and Lexa tossed it to the side, not caring where it fell. Her eyes only saw the pale skin that was exposed to her. She stared for a split second before Clarke wrapped her legs around her waist and pulled her back into her arms.
Lexa's hands trailed up the outside of Clarke's thighs as they kissed. Teeth clashed and tongues danced in a heated, clumsy battle for dominance. Clarke didn't submit to Lexa's ministrations, even when she bit and sucked at her lower lip hard enough to leave a bruise. She only tugged and yanked at the brunette's clothes and gave as much as she got.
Clarke finally had to pull away when oxygen became necessary. Her breathing was heavy and forced, chest rising and falling as she sucked in more air. Lexa didn't seem at all fazed by this and tilted her head down, planting open mouthed kisses along the arching plane of Clarke's flushed throat. Her teeth nipped and sucked at the skin there, leaving small red marks that wouldn't bruise.
The blonde squeezed her legs tighter around Lexa's slim waist and her finger tugged at the hair tie until it came loose and soft tendrils of brown hair tumbled free. Clarke threaded her fingers into the slightly damp locks, tugging softly until Lexa got the idea and pulled back to look at her.
"Bedroom," she pushed Lexa away just enough to hop off of the counter. Her mind was a dizzy mess of alcohol, lust and exhaustion so she laced her fingers with Lexa's and pulled the brunette down the hallway behind her.
They didn't make it to the bedroom. Lexa grabbed Clarke's waist and pressed her roughly against the wall right outside of the door because it had grown difficult to be that far away from her. She was certain she was already addicted to the taste of Clarke's lips.
They kissed again, in a heated, messy battle of lips, tongue and teeth. Lexa sucked at Clarke's lower lip and pulled at her tank top. She forced it above her stomach and ran her hands under it, cupping a bra clad breast. Clarke gasped against her lips, sliding her hand down Lexa's arm and pulling her free hand around her waist to bring them closer.
A breathy moan escaped Clarke's lips as Lexa squeezed at her chest. A sharp jolt of burning hot arousal spiked in Lexa's stomach at the sound and she had to pull Clarke closer to muffle the moan she responded with.
Clarke pushed at Lexa's shoulders, barely separating their bodies. She grabbed at the tightfitting, flimsy fabric hugging Lexa's torso and pulled at the hem, "Off."
Lexa responded quickly, pulling away just enough to lift the offending garment over her head and toss it somewhere back towards the living room. She stopped thinking after that, determined to just feel because it had been so long since she'd allowed herself to lose this much control.
Her hands slid down to squeeze at Clarke's hips as their lips pressed together again. It was still wanting and passionate, but they fell into a satisfying rhythm that only came with familiarity. Clarke's fingers trailed up the curves of Lexa's naked sides, calloused fingers catching at smooth, warm skin.
The blonde's breath caught as she felt the contracting of smooth muscles and realized that Lexa was in really good shape. Lexa shivered involuntarily at the feather light touch, contrasting from their previous touches. They slowed down and Clarke's hands were warm and dry as they explored Lexa's abdomen. They indulged themselves on each other's bodies, feeling and exploring as they pleased.
When breathing became essential once again, Lexa pulled away, brushing her nose lightly against Clarke's. She slid her hands down to grab at Clarke's thighs, lifting quickly. The blonde squeaked and clung to the brunette tightly, wrapping her arms securely around Lexa's neck.
"Oh my God," she gasped breathlessly, squeezing at Lexa's neck painfully, "you're really strong."
Lexa smirked, raising both of her eyebrows in shock at the compliment, "Did you just openly compliment me without being a sassy asshole?"
"Never," Clarke responded with a huff, "I'm still supreme ruler of the Dino Game."
The chuckle that escaped Lexa's lips was music to Clarke's ears, "I'm supreme ruler of Battleship." She pressed Clarke against the wall, using it as leverage to press her pelvis between the blonde's legs.
Clarke tilted her head back where it banged against the wall lightly and bit her lip, suppressing a moan when much needed friction was provided. Lexa didn't let up either, but tilted her head down to kiss along her throat, nipping at the exposed skin with her teeth. The blonde yanked at her hair and couldn't suppress the noise that vibrated out of her mouth.
"Seriously, bedroom. Now," she demanded, voice thick with lust.
Lexa didn't protest this time, only moved her hands to Clarke's ass and squeezed. Clarke squeezed at the movement and tightened her legs around Lexa's waist and her arms around her neck. They pulled away from the wall and Lexa bit down lightly at Clarke's pulse point, sucking as they moved closer to the bedroom door.
The blonde couldn't help but grind her hips down on the hard planes of Lexa's abs. Her back pushed the slightly ajar door open and suddenly they were in the darkness of her room. It was cooler here and Clarke could feel the chill seep into her skin and settle in her bones. She shivered and goosebumps rose on her arms.
But moments later she is falling backwards with Lexa's hands holding her firmly in her arms. Her back bounces onto the bed suddenly and Lexa is still right above her, subtly grinding her hips in a manner that renders Clarke speechless. Her legs tighten and she arches her back, shamelessly asking for more.
Lexa's hands slide out from under her and she pushes herself up to hover over the blonde beneath her. "You're really fucking hot, you know." She said matter-of-factly, eyes dark and stormy like the weather outside. Her pupils are heavily dilated and she licks at her drying lips. Dark brown waves of hair cascaded over one of her shoulders, tickling at Clarke's shoulder and neck. Clarke wasn't sure she'd ever seen anyone look more attractive.
"Mm," Clarke hummed, pushing herself up and pulling Lexa down at the same time, crashing their lips back together in a searing kiss. Lexa was so surprised that she momentarily lapsed in what was going on and suddenly found herself on her back with Clarke prowling over her.
The blonde's eyes caught hers and Lexa sucked in a hitched breath at the dark blue she saw there. They looked dangerous and mischievous and so different from those baby blue she was used to seeing shine with mirth. These were the eyes of a girl that new what she wanted and she wanted Lexa. The brunette definitely wasn't complaining as glistening pink lips trailed kisses from her jaw down her collarbone and over her exposed chest.
Lexa was only clad in a black sports bra and wherever Clarke's lips pressed against her skin, it was like electricity. She was intoxicated with the feeling of those lips all over her. Unexpectedly, nimble fingers snuck under the tight elastic of her bra and cupped at her breast. Those same fingers tweaked expertly at her nipple and soft pink lips trailed down towards her naval.
With a groan and an arch of her back, Lexa's fingers tangled into Clarke's hair as arousal surged through every vein of her body. Her core clenched tightly as a glistening tongue peaked out between those damnable lips and trailed along the skin right above the waistband of her pants.
"Fuck, Clarke, stop teasing me," Lexa gulped and licked at her parched lips, squirming as Clarke's fingers only twisted at her hardened nipple in response. Her hand was completely inside of Lexa's bra, so when she lifted her wrist, the elastic slid upward and exposed Lexa's chest to the chilly air of the bedroom.
Clarke pulled her hand and mouth away, sliding up Lexa's body to lean over her, placing her knees on either side of the brunette's hips. Lexa's eyes fluttered open and she let out a disappointed whine at the loss of contact. "Oh," Clarke smirked, "you want me, Woods?"
That cocky, overconfident and competitive Clarke Griffin charm was back but Lexa still somehow managed to find it attractive, even under such different circumstances. "You can't stop being an asshole for more than five minutes can you?" she teased, lifting up on her elbows and shoving the hazy need for Clarke to just fuck her already out of her mind. She didn't know how long that would last. Instead of dwelling on the wetness between her legs, she pulled her bra up and over her head, tossing it to the ground.
Clarke's eyebrow rose higher and a glimmer of intuitive knowing flashed in her eyes as she glanced from the perky breasts before her back to the blown green of eyes. The damn blonde was infuriating and able to see right through her. "No, I can't. But that doesn't mean you don't like it."
With a huff and an eye roll, Lexa growled and pulled Clarke down on top of her. "Shut up," she mumbled before biting at Clarke's lower lip hard enough to make the blonde whimper before sucking it into her mouth and soothing it with her tongue. Tanned hands moved off of their own accords, hiking up Clarke's tank top over the pale, simple bra she wore underneath.
Her lips pulled away from Clarke's and trailed down the exposed skin of a strong jaw. Lexa arched her hips up, nearly holding Clarke's full weight on top of her before twisting and landing on top of the blonde in one, swift movement. She yanked the shirt up until arms lifted and it slid off without much assistance.
Lexa marveled, that's all she could do. As the layers between them diminished, her cloudy brain continued to wonder how such a beautiful, flawless creature could exist. Pale, unblemished skin expanded over a soft, flat stomach and over tantalizing hips that curved in the most attractive way possible.
"Stop staring at me like you want to fuck me and fuck me," Clarke yanked her from her thoughts. Her voice was husky with a tinge of need and annoyance laced within.
Lexa smirked and leaned down, trailing kisses over a fit stomach. Once again she marveled over the way the muscles rippled and the way Clarke squirmed in the most arousing way. The brunette's hands pulled lightly at the baggy sweatpants providing more room for her to kiss over a hipbone.
Clarke tangled her fingers in Lexa's hair, not to pull or guide but only to ground herself in some way because her insides were practically on fire. Lexa tested and teased, nipping and sucking hard enough to leave marks all over Clarke's abdomen. She lingered in places that had the blonde writhing underneath her and the most obscene words and noises escaping her mouth.
Finally she gave up on her teasing and slid her hand under Clarke's back to snap open her bra clasp. Lexa leaned up on her elbow after tossing the garment away, eyes trailing down the small space separating their gasping bodies.
Her own body seemed to move before her brain could catch up with her and suddenly her lips were attached to a perky pink nipple. Her tongue swirled over the hard nub and Clarke arched her back into the woman above her, basking in the sharp spikes of arousal that shot straight to her core.
"Fuck, Lexa, don't stop," the blonde keened, pressing her palm into the back of Lexa's head to keep it buried against her cleavage. Lexa didn't, of course, she had no intentions of stopping anytime soon. Instead, she sucked and pressed her teeth lightly against the sensitive flesh. Her other hand came up and tweaked at the other nipple, rolling it between her fingers.
Lexa switched, treating the other breast the same way before moving downward, pulling at Clarke's pants. She stood, pulling them off of the blonde's legs and let the sweatpants fall to the ground before discarding her own and climbing back onto the bed between Clarke's legs.
The blonde shifted backwards until her back hit the pillows and Lexa followed eagerly. Their lips met again in a soft, needy kiss that lit both of their insides up with arousal. Clarke's fingers teased and squeezed at sensitive breasts, rubbing her palms over hardened dusky nipples.
Lexa's hands weren't idle, either. She skimmed over Clarke's waist and teased at inner thighs. Her muscular thigh pressed between Clarke's and she groaned into the blonde's mouth at the wetness she felt already soaking through underwear. She leaned forward and pressed her leg harder against the apex of Clarke's thighs and earned a moan and an arched back in response.
Clarke's stomach twisted with heat and desire as her core clenched. She rolled her hips, grinding down against Lexa's leg. She gasped and tangled her hands in Lexa's hair, unable to focus on kissing her when her thighs were trembling with pleasure.
The brunette trailed kisses along Clarke's sensitive jaw, sucking at her pulse point and rocking her leg into the girl underneath her. With every noise that escaped the blonde, Lexa felt herself grow more and more frustrated. Her lower stomach throbbed almost painfully, she decided that slinging her leg over Clarke's and grinding down to satisfy her own need was her best idea ever.
"Fuck, Lexa, I need you."
For a split second, Lexa's brain jumped straight to a smart comment she could make. But now was not the time, she realized. Now was the time to do exactly what she was supposed to. She kissed down Clarke's body, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear and dragged them down long, pale legs.
Lexa kissed up Clarke's inner thigh, leaving a trail of hickies in her wake before her eyes fell upon her destination. Clarke was glistening pink and wet, her lips were swollen and opened just enough to see the peak of an engorged clit. She was beautiful and Lexa carefully slid back up, kissing over Clarke's stomach and looking up into her face.
The blonde's eyes were closed, but it was as if she knew Lexa was looking at her. Stormy blue eyes opened, the pupils blown and the irises so dark they didn't look even slightly blue anymore. Clarke must have sensed the question on the tip of Lexa's tongue because she nodded and her kiss swollen lips twitched upward in a soft smile.
Lexa's heart clenched in her chest and suddenly she felt nervous. Her heart lurched into her throat and she pressed her lips just under Clarke's naval, breathing in her scent. She could smell the remnants of Clarke's soap or shampoo but also the salt scent of her arousal. She allowed herself a moment to steady her heart and breathing before gliding her fingers down Clarke's curves once again.
She placed tender kisses further up, over her stomach and allowed her fingers explore the warm, wet slit at the apex of Clarke's thighs. Hips arched up, searching for more friction as Lexa herself sought for and discovered Clarke's clit.
The brunette rubbed lightly, feeling for just the right angles and speeds and pressures that had Clarke squirming and writhing underneath her. She stayed like that for several moments, spreading Clarke's slick juices until the blonde grabbed her wrist.
"Lexa, please," her voice was husky and her head thrown back in pleasure. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as her hips rolled against Lexa's hand.
Lexa placed a tender kiss to her shoulder before moving down again and taking a hardened nipple into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue over it and slid her fingers down, teasingly lightly at Clarke's entrance before thrusting her middle finger inside slowly. She was suddenly wrapped in a tight, wet and warm passage that made her want to groan. Clarke was so fucking wet.
Clarke's hips arched up against her hand, asking for more as she yanked at Lexa's hair. Her breath hitched and Lexa's entire body flushed with heat at the noise. Lexa obliged the gorgeous blonde, of course, by adding a second finger and thrusting in and out, rubbing hard and slow against Clarke's front muscles.
Once again she searched for the right angles, focusing intensely on the woman beneath her and trying to elicit the most vocal and physical reactions she could. They spurred her on every time they escaped Clarke's mouth.
"Lexa," Clarke moaned, "fuck, right there."
Lexa bit down on her neck, over an already bruising hickey she'd made in their passion. She rubbed harder at the spongy muscle, every time she thrusted her fingers inward. Her palm pressed and rolled against the blonde's engorged clit with every movement.
Clarke's lower stomach was twisted in a tight coil that was just about ready to burst. Lexa's fingers were deft and thorough. She never thought that she could feel this turned on ever. Her fingers were working her so well that Clarke was almost certain she was about to burst.
Lexa's breath was hot against her neck, at the spot right below her ear. Her fingers moved steadily as they thrusted and rubbed and worked. She was straddling Clarke's thigh and grinding herself down, providing herself with the friction and relief that she needed because her insides felt like a hot, heavy mess of desire.
The brunette used her thigh to thrust harder and bury her fingers deeper inside Clarke. She breathed heavily and nipped lightly at the available skin before her. The girl underneath her was squirming and arching her hips into her hand, begging for more.
"Fuck, I-I'm," that was all the warning Lexa got before Clarke's walls tightened around her and her hips juddered quickly as she came. Lexa stopped thrusting and dragged her fingers along Clarke's frontal wall to bring her down from her high. Clarke's mouth hung open in a silent scream and her hands dug into Lexa's hair, tightening to a point that was almost painful.
But Lexa wasn't caring about that, all she was worried about was the expression of utter rapture on Clarke's face. Lexa's hand was covered in Clarke's juices when she carefully and reluctantly withdrew her fingers from the welcoming warmth. Clarke groaned huskily and softly, gasping for breath and sweating.
"Mmm," Clarke murmured as Lexa moved to lay between her legs. She rested her hands on either side of Clarke's head to look down at her, "You know you're really good at that, right?" her eyes fluttered open and it took them a moment to focus on Lexa's face. What she found was such an open, genuine smile that she couldn't resist the tired one that spread across her own lips.
"I'm glad you think so," Pride welled up inside of Lexa's chest, warming her in a very different way that what was burning hot between her legs. She smirked and Clarke raised a curious eyebrow, she was noticing the impish and playful light dancing in the forest green of those wide, animated eyes.
"What are you thinking?" She asked cautiously, shifting to wrap her arms around Lexa's neck.
Lexa's smirk widened and Clarke couldn't help but laugh, "I'm thinking that I'm nowhere near done with you, Griffin."
Clarke groaned but that smile stayed on her lips, "Oh definitely not, Woods. But, I haven't even gotten a chance to start with you." As if to punctuate her words, her hips arched, thrusting Lexa up and off of her. Clarke rolled and ended up on top of Lexa, straddling her waist and smirking down at her.
The dark girl's eyes were as wide as saucers at the unexpected show of strength. Those green eyes trailed over the naked body over her and she was acutely conscious of Clarke's wetness rubbing over her lower stomach. Just the thought sent another stab of hot, burning arousal heading towards her clit. It made her very aware that she hadn't gotten any relief yet.
Clarke's hands trailed downward and they found Lexa's easily enough. She intertwined their fingers before pinning the brunette's hands above her head and grinning at her, "Let me work my magic."
Lexa chuckled, "I'm definitely not going to complain." Her eyes trailed over Clarke's soft breasts and down her flat stomach before flitting back up to her face. Those cerulean eyes were bright with lust and happiness, her pink lips were tilted in a smirk Lexa was beginning to think was customary and Clarke's cheeks were stained a slight pink. She was still breathing a little heavily as she recovered from her first orgasm.
"Good, because we'll be up for a while," Clarke leaned the rest of the way in, pressing her lips to Lexa's in a kiss that she easily dominated. Lexa wasn't complaining though, she was definitely ready to see what Clarke Griffin had in store for her. She was also ready to discover the blonde even further afterward.