Lexa goes down on Clarke for the first time, and then Clarke goes down on Lexa - or tests the waters so to speak.

So, remember in the bar when Clarke accidentally used the girlfriend word? Then when they arrived home at Lexa's, Lexa was really needy and basically began to have sex against the front door? She then begged Clarke to let her go down on her for the first time and Clarke agreed…we go from there…

Requested by several people but I messed up my list (sorry - feel free to credit yourself:) This is explicit and as always thanks jaelle90.

Love, love, love comments and feedback:) I may be feeling a little needy today cos that sounded suspiciously like begging!

And sorry about the stupid chapter reshuffling. No more! 11 and 12 are the fight about New York and resolution. 13 is now the dinner party with Clarke and her friends.

Chapter Fourteen

'Please Clarke,' Lexa stared at her, 'please let me… just for a second, I promise.'

'Fuck…' it was insanely hard to breathe. She was still reeling from Lexa's fingers fucking her and the desire and desperation in Lexa's voice were doing crazy things to her body. She wanted Lexa's mouth between her legs, wanted her eyes to look up at her from between them, her eyes to fall shut as she focussed on the task. Her body coiled and released in a pulse as the pictured it in her head. 'Ok,' she whispered and Lexa was on her knees less than a second later, pushing her jeans further down, eyes locked on her goal, but Clarke didn't feel scrutinized - she felt like a piece of art. One summer she'd gone to Florence with her parents. It was so hot she kept getting heat stroke and she really wasn't used to the sheer numbers of people, but the art - the art had taken her breath away and countless times she'd just stood and stared, with much the same expression that Lexa had on her face - awe.

'You're so beautiful,' Lexa's voice was utterly sincere.

'I'm in love with vagina's too but I wouldn't call them beautiful,' she tried to sound sassy but knew she just sounded nervous.

'Don't be nervous,' Lexa told her and began peppering her thighs with kisses, each kiss featherlight but causing the nerves in Clarke's skin to spring to life. Fuck.

'I'm not, but I thought you wanted this?' She tried to sound chilled out as she encouraged Lexa by opening her legs just a little wider. Lexa looked up at her, eyes big and dark with longing and for a second they stared at each other.

'I do,' her eyes closed for a second, as she took a deep breath. 'If you're sure?' Lexa's eyes opened wide and she stared up at her and when Clarke nodded she dove in. Clarke wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she had kind of expected it to be the same as when a guy went down on her. It wasn't the same. Not at all. It was an entirely different experience and she whimpered loudly as her hips rolled forward into Lexa's face, her hands gripping unthinkingly at her long dark hair, tugging. Holy fuck, but Lexa's mouth was everywhere, doing indescribable things to her. Lexa wasn't even being particularly focussed, but fuck, she was enthusiastic and clearly loving every second, releasing these sexy moaning noises, and humming sounds as she licked and sucked her into an absolute mess. Clarke wasn't even aware of the sounds she was making, she didn't care, she just wanted Lexa to keep doing everything she was doing, to fucking live between her legs. Lexa's mouth was soft and warm, but firm and insistent in its touch, and her tongue? Clarke thought she might die from the skill of her tongue.

Clarke felt her body literally thrum and zing with feeling, as she instinctively ground down against Lexa's face again, groaning and moaning and when Lexa thrust her tongue inside of her and hit that spot she practically yelped,

'Shit…oh my god, oh my god,' she yelled, heedless of neighbours, heedless of her hands scrunching up tightly around handfuls of Lexa's hair. And then Lexa was pulling back, and Clarke couldn't understand why she'd do that, why when it felt so good and she was so fucking close to coming spectacularly.

'Should I stop?' Lexa stuttered the words, looking up at her, chin resting on her clit which was literally throbbing against it, her beautiful face covered in wetness from her.

'NO. Fuck no,' she didn't even think as she pushed Lexa's face back onto her, though she could feel her smile, 'I can fucking feel you smile,' she gasped as Lexa combined the hot warmth of her mouth with two fingers being pushed inside of her. She curled them hitting that place on her front wall as she sucked her clit into her mouth and Clarke lost it, 'fuck LEXA,' she wasn't quiet, not at all, moaning, groaning and whimpering as Lexa slayed her in the best way possible, until her body rippled with the strongest orgasm she thought she'd ever had, her eyes clamping shut as she practically yelled through the pleasure that felt like it kept coming. Her legs gave way and she pretty much fell onto Lexa's face, but the girl held her, undeterred as she continued to lick and suck softly at her sensitive flesh. Clarke didn't even realize she was saying Lexa's name again and again, not until Lexa slid her fingers out of her and she finally sunk to her knees, pressing her face into Lexa's neck, her brain swimming and her body euphoric.

'Thanks,' Lexa spoke reverentially as if Clarke had given something to her, which was fucking funny considering how she'd made her feel.

'Haha, you're thanking me…that's funny,' she mumbled and then pulled back to look at the girl holding her, trailing hands over her arms. 'You have a little something…' she teased, gesturing to Lexa's lips and face in general, her eyebrows arching in amusement and insinuation.

'Yeah…I kinda went at it,' Lexa flushed, and Clarke's heart beat with oodles of adoration and affection.

'So you enjoyed yourself?' she checked, all too aware of her own insecurities - Lexa had obviously enjoyed herself and yet she felt the need to double check.

'Hmm, safe to say I had the best time,' Lexa stood and helped her to her feet. Clarke pulled up her underwear but flicked off her jeans before heading to Lexa's comfy looking couch and falling on it theatrically.

'Come cuddle me,' she held her arms open and within a second Lexa was there snuggling down beside her. 'I feel boneless, like a rag doll.'

'It was a nice orgasm then?' Lexa asked and Clarke detected some insecurity in her best friend too.

'It was oh my god…amazing,' her eyes fell shut and just thinking about it made her feel moisture gather again between her legs. She opened her eyes wide and her blue eyes locked on Lexa's green,

'Guys have done that before…' she bit her lip and paused. 'Ok, so Ben, my first, he did that. And another guy and Bellamy…'

'Yeah?' it sounded tight and tense and Clarke saw a flicker of jealousy in her expression which didn't displease her.

'Hmmm,' she closed her eyes again for a moment. 'It was different.'

'Different how?'

'It was a precursor.'

'To what? Sex?'

'Yes. Instead of being the sex, it was something they did before penetration. When you did it, it was the sex,' she attempted to explain. The whole thing had just felt different. Never mind the fact that Lexa, even an enthusiastic, gung-ho Lexa, was a sex goddess, the whole experience just had a different feel - a closeness, a different kind of neediness, a different pleasure for both of them and there had been no rush. The end result had been all about her and Clarke had loved it.

'Of course,' Lexa shrugged a little.

'They made all the right noises,' Clarke explained, 'I mean especially Bell. They acted like they were enjoying it. Well not the middle guy, but he was a jerk. He said I smelt funny.'

'You smell so good I can't quite get over it,' Lexa brought their joined hands to her lips and kissed the tips of Clarke's fingers.

'The thing is Lex, I didn't enjoy it. I mean I made the right noises too because they were trying so hard, and Bellamy once managed to make me come, so it really wasn't all bad. But it never felt like that,' it was hard to identify exactly what was so different, and it annoyed Clarke a little, but it was probably as simple as the fact that it hadn't been about what would happen next. Lexa was doing it for her. Not as foreplay, but as sex. As an act of intimacy. It was beautiful.

'I guess that's a good thing?' Lexa asked uncertainly.

'It's a fucking fabulous thing. I mean, I know it might not always feel like that, but you really knew what you were doing…'

'Well you know…'

'And even though you were pretty gung-ho you weren't sloppy.'

'Sloppy?'

'Ben was sloppy.'

'Oh.'

'You also made me feel how much you wanted it. Does that make sense?' she tried to explain her feelings.

'Kind of?'

'Lexa, you can say if you don't get what I mean.'

'I don't.'

'You,' Clarke tapped her nose, 'were kind of desperate…'

'Desperate?' she flushed.

'Yeah, you were pretty much begging and it wasn't so you could stick your cock in me, it was so you could…you know…'

'Taste you and smell you and feel you come around my fingers and in my mouth?'

'Fuck, yeah,' she nodded - that was it exactly.

'You know that I don't expect anything from you.'

'I know that,' she nodded, because she did.

'So…can I do that again?'

'I might need a little break,' she giggled feeling wonderfully lighthearted, her body responding to the words.

'I meant in general?' Lexa smiled.

'Yeah. You can. I…uh…didn't smell bad right? I mean, I just finished work and…' she hadn't quite got rid of her old pre-Lexa paranoia.

'You did smell Clarke,' Lexa interrupted and she felt her cheeks turn red, but Lexa just pressed a kiss to her cheek, 'but it was good. You smelt of sex, and of you, and you in no way at all smelt bad. You smelt so good. I mean I'm really fuckingwet.'

'You are?' She trailed her hands to the waistband of Lexa's jeans, fingers toying with the popper.

'Yes,' there was a soft moan as Clarke popped the button and slid the zip down.

'Can I feel how wet?' she looked at Lexa, wanting to feel the girl, to touch her, to have the evidence of her arousal on her fingers.

'Hmm…yeah,' Lexa lifted her body and allowed her to push off her jeans. Her finger ran along the elastic of her underwear.

'How wet?' she asked again as she licked her lips and Lexa moaned,

'Getting wetter,' she sighed, her hips rising slightly from the couch. Clarke pushed her hand down into her underwear and pulled all of her fingers through Lexa, who was extremely wet. It made Clarke's body clench and she moaned along with Lexa at the sensation.

'That's really wet,' she pulled her hand out and stared at it, glistening in the light. The urge to smell and taste her best friends arousal was strange and unexpected, but as the pulse of desire beat between her legs she knew that she really, really wanted to. As her tongue trailed up her finger Lexa groaned loudly. Clarke let the taste settle on her tongue - Lexa tasted fresh, a little salty but really good. She liked the taste - a lot.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' Lexa hissed and as Clarke sucked her whole finger into her mouth aware of her lovers eyes on her, and then she watched as Lexa pushed her hand into her underwear, obviously sliding fingers inside of herself. So fucking hot.

'You taste good,' she murmured, eyes on Lexa's moving hand, her own clit begging for friction. She sucked another finger, 'you smell amazing too,' she watched Lexa thrust her fingers in and out of herself, moaning loudly. 'Keep going,' she urged and sucked the third finger into her mouth, tongue trailing around the tip before it disappeared inside. Lexa pumped hard and fast, as she watched her lick her fingers clean and when she came she moaned Clarke's name, in an unbearably sexy breathy tone.

Within a second, Clarke was straddling her, lips fused together and clawing at Lexa's top.

'I wanna hug naked,' she mumbled into the kiss, needing proximity and now.

'Ok,' Lexa agreed, pulling at Clarke's Copper Tank work tshirt and undoing her bra with a casual pinch of her fingers. She loved how Lexa stared, awed, as her boobs appeared - the girl had a big thing for her boobs. Clarke impatiently tugged off Lexa's sports bra so they were lying together, soft skin sliding against soft skin.

'Can I…' Clarke's mind was whirring, and she stuttered over the words, she just wanted more.

'What?' Lexa's hands grasped her breasts and squeezed softly.

'I just want to look at you. Down there. Would that be…uh…ok?' Her heart began to pound because this was the next step and she wanted it and was terrified - simultaneously.

'Yeah, ok, of course,' Lexa swallowed, and so she moved down her body and tugged her underwear down and out the way, not looking, but returning up to hug Lexa tight, eyes shut, seeking courage in Lexa's strong arms. 'Kind of hard to see with your eyes closed.' The soft tease made Clarke smile,

'I'm going to look now,' she rolled her eyes and pressed a kiss to the corner of Lexa's mouth before shimmying down her body again. The room was quiet and Clarke could actually hear the thump of both hers and Lexa's hearts. Then she looked between her best friends thighs, from where she was straddling her and grinned because Lexa had sculpted the hair down there into a fucking heart!

'Lexa, what the fuck?' she began to laugh.

'What?' Lexa leaned up on her elbows to look at her properly apparently unaware what exactly was so amusing.

'You made a heart out of your hair,' she couldn't stop giggling.

'My aim was to make it less scary and more friendly,' Lexa stated, not smiling but serious which just made it more funny.

'Oh it's definitely more friendly baby,' she lowered her head and pressed a kiss to the carefully manicured heart, feeling Lexa jolt at the sensation. 'I love you, you total dork,' she stared at her, still giggling, full of literally oodles of affection and adoration.

'I love you too,' Lexa smiled. Clarke wanted to look beyond the heart and slid further down, pushing her knees between Lexa's so the girls legs widened. She could hear the deep breathing of her friend, but was more intent on staring at soft skin, moisture and folds that were actually rather wonderful and pretty - a flesh and skin work of art. Lexa wasn't disgusting down there, not at all - she had vulva and a vagina and both were quite lovely. The skin was a little darker than elsewhere on her body, and it glistened because she was turned on. Clarke stared at the hood over her clit, at the small wrinkles of the skin, and she wanted to touch.

'You're really very pretty,' she summarized, dragging a finger through Lexa, then staring at the moisture on it before licking it again. 'You taste good too. Not like I thought, better than a man's cum.'

'Of course,' Lexa sassed and Clarke smiled again, aware that she couldn't try and make Lexa come with her mouth - not so soon after Lexa had done such a spectacular job on her - it was too much pressure. But she realized she did want to taste her - straight from the source. She wanted to feel how her clit felt on her lips, and she wanted to drag her tongue through soft folds. It was an impulse she'd never had before, but it was pretty damn strong so she heeded it.

'I'm uh…too nervous to uh…you know, right now, I mean after what you did so fucking well…but…' she lowered her face and pressed a kiss against her clit and Lexa didn't quite manage to stop her hips moving towards her face.

'Fuck,' Lexa's moan was a total aphrodisiac.

'And this,' she licked slowly through her, the taste strong on her tongue, and the feel of warm flesh a real turn on. Lexa tasted good and she felt good, and her whimper, the shift of her hips again, it drove her crazy in the best way possible.

'Clarke,' Lexa's hands gripped her hair, as she ended up pressing another kiss to the heart.

'That heart is simultaneously the cheesiest and sweetest thing I've ever seen.'

'My beautician made fun of me.'

'Oh I plan to make fun of you,' Clarke kissed it again, before pushing her tongue back inside of Lexa, because fuck, she tasted amazing, before trailing it up and over her clit, purely for the movement it caused in Lexa's hips. She wasn't disappointed.

'Shit, fuck,' Lexa growled as her hips pushed her into Clarke's face.

'I think…' She stared up at her, still between her legs.

'You think what?'

'I think I might need to experience a few more of your mind numbing, body destroying orgasms given in that manner, before I try it,' she gave a small smile, hoping Lexa would understand. She wanted to lick and kiss - the drive was strong, and she could feel her body responding to the idea, but she was too uncertain of her own abilities at that moment, and Lexa's skill was fresh in her head. It wasn't like she wanted to take notes about what Lexa did down there to make it so good in order to replicate that for her, but really she kind of did.

'Really?'

'Mmm, yeah,' she slid her body up Lexa's and kissed her. 'But I could definitely do it and it's not gross or anything. It's really fucking sexy.'

'Can I write a song about what just happened?' Lexa widened her eyes beseechingly and Clarke laughed because Lexa was the most adorable dork in the entire world,

'If you must,' she conceded.

'I must,' Lexa was staring at her with that same look she had worn when she first stared between her legs - awe. Clarke felt warmth flood her and snuggled closer.