AN: Back to the Clexa chapters! :D
After dozing for a few minutes, Clarke wakes up with Lexa in her arms and smiles widely into Lexa's wild brown curls. The Commander is her little spoon. Clarke tightens her grip around Lexa's waist and nuzzles against her back, but her small movements are enough to wake Lexa.
"Five more minutes, Clarke." Lexa mumbles sleepily.
Clarke giggles and starts tracing circles around Lexa's stomach, trailing lower and lower. Clarke feels Lexa stiffen in her arms in anticipation, but Clarke moves her fingers back up and away from where she knows Lexa wants her touch.
Lexa huffs in frustration and rolls over, propping herself up on her right arm so that she can look down at Clarke. "Minx." Lexa growls at her, bending down for a kiss, but Clarke turns her head at the last second so that it lands on her cheek. Surprised, Lexa pulls back, gazing at Clarke in confusion.
Clarke's face turns serious as she looks up at Lexa. "Lexa, I know we didn't really talk earlier, about what this would mean, but… we should. You know I love you, I won't abandon my people. I have to protect them."
Lexa cups Clarke's cheek with her free hand. "I understand, Clarke. Your people will be safe, as I vowed they would be. As soon as I go back to Polis, I will make steps to induct them into the Coalition. Then your people can become my people."
Joy fills Clarke's eyes and she seductively bites her lower lip. "Well I guess we don't have to talk after all."
Smiling, Lexa rolls the rest of the way over to straddle Clarke and kiss her deeply, trailing one hand down her side as Clarke brings her hands up to cup the back of Lexa's neck.
Before they can progress any further, however, the doorbell rings, breaking them apart. Clarke looks at Lexa in confusion. "Who could be here at this time of night?"
"I'm not sure…" Suspicious, Lexa rolls off Clarke and grabs a T-shirt from Clarke's drawer and slips it on along with a pair of black underwear. While she's in her underwear drawer, she grabs the gun from the bottom of it.
When Clarke sees Lexa arming herself, she grabs the top sheet and wraps it around her body. Reaching into the nightstand, she pulls out a Bible and opens it to reveal a hollow area with a knife, which she removes.
Lexa give Clarke a nod, and together they pad softly down the steps. They freeze halfway down when someone knocks loudly on the door.
"Police! Open the door!"
Lexa's eyes widen and Clarke starts swearing. "Shit shit shit, what do we do?"
Evidently, the police hear Clarke's whispers, because they knock again. "If someone doesn't open this door in five seconds, we are coming in."
Clarke pushes past Lexa and runs down the rest of the stairs, almost tripping on the sheet hanging around her legs. She slides up to the door and unlocks it, but only opens it wide enough to stick her head out.
"Hi officers, what can I do for you this evening?" Clarke asks nervously.
Lexa wants to smack Clarke for her suspicious behavior, but there is nothing she can do about it now.
"We have received several noise complaints this evening. One of your neighbors was convinced that they heard gunshots." One of the policemen tells her.
Clarke laughs nervously. "Gunshots? In this neighborhood? That's absurd."
The policeman doesn't break his stony face. "Either way, I'm going to need you to open the door so I can verify that all occupants are safe." He pulls out his notebook and flips it open, reading his notes. "It says here that you live here with your wife? Clarke and Alexandria Woods?"
Clarke swallows hard. "We're fine here, really. My wife is asleep upstairs. She's a lawyer and has an early trial tomorrow; I don't want to wake her.
Clarke's apparent reluctance to open the door makes the officer suspicious. "M'am, in cases where domestic violence is suspected, I'm obligated to come inside and check on everyone."
At his menacing look, Clarke realizes that she has no choice but to relent. She steps back and opens the door, revealing herself dressed only in the sheet with mussed hair. She blushes as the two officers stare at her in surprise with widened eyes, as there is no hiding what she had just been doing.
Realizing that the officers will search the house if they don't see her, Lexa bends down to set her gun down on the stairs and then stands up, holding her back straight as a board and her chin up. The officers' mouths drop as she descends the stairs and stalks confidently towards them, as regal as she can be in only a T-shirt and underwear and with numerous purple marks adorning her neck.
"As you can see, officers, everything is fine here." Lexa tells them with a stone faced look as she steps up behind Clarke to wrap her arms around her waist and press and open mouthed kiss to Clarke's neck.
At that moment, Mrs. Taylor steps out from behind the two officers. "Officers, I told you, it's their first time roleplaying, and it probably just got out of hand!"
The officers, clearly uncomfortable with this whole situation, avert their eyes and shift their weight from side to side.
Mrs. Taylor, however, just beams as Clarke and Lexa both turn bright shades of red. "Clarke, I shut your car off for you, it had been running for quite some time. I tried to warn you that you would forget." She holds out the keys for Clarke and shifts her gaze to Lexa to give her a thumbs up as she mouths 'good job.'
Completely flustered, Clarke reaches out to take the keys with the hand that is currently holding onto the knife. When the officers see it, they stiffen and move to draw their weapons.
Lexa, however, quickly steps out from behind Clarke and grabs the knife and stabs it into the nearest photo hanging in the entryway, which happens to be one of Clarke and Abby. She turns to the officers with a nervous laugh. "We were just, you know, doing some, redecorating?"
Trying to make the lie more believable, Clarke decides to add to Lexa's story. She grabs the knife and stabs another photo, a picture of Lexa and her board members standing in front of Polis Tower. "Yeah, some of our relatives recently expressed their… disapproval… of our lifestyle. I guess they could handle 4 years of knowing that we regularly have hot lesbian sex, but 5 years was just too much and they couldn't take it anymore. So we are literally cutting them out of our lives and doing some refurbishing around the house."
Lexa looks horrified at what Clarke has just said, and the two officers look so shocked and uncomfortable that they might pass out.
Mrs. Taylor, however, starts laughing. "Good for you, girls!" Turning to the two officers, she grabs their arms and starts walking them away from the door. "Have a great rest of the night! And don't be afraid to call if you want to borrow any costumes for next time!"
Lexa steps around Clarke's frozen frame and closes the door, making sure to lock it. When she turns around to meet Clarke's eyes, she immediately starts laughing. "Did you really just say the words 'hot lesbian sex' in front of our neighbor? Wearing only a sheet with wild sex hair? She's like a grandmother!"
Clarke playfully shoves Lexa back against the door and starts laughing with her. "You're the one dressed in your underwear! You totally just tried to go all Commander while only wearing panties! And trust me, they could tell you weren't wearing a bra." Clarke licks her lips and stares at Lexa's chest where her hard nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Blushing, Lexa crosses her arms over her chest as her lower lip sticks out in a pout. Slowly, Clarke advances towards her, cooing, "awww my poor baby is embarrassed." Lexa huffs, and Clarke lowers her voice to a husky drawl. "I think I know something that could make it better."
Lexa's breath quickens, and when she turns her head towards Clarke, Clarke drops the sheet, leaving herself completely bare in front of her wife. Lexa swallows hard but doesn't hesitate to surge forward, grabbing Clarke's waist with one hand and her neck with the other, meeting her in a passionate kiss.
Clarke moans and slips her hands under Lexa's shirt, dragging her nails up her stomach until she can cup Lexa's breasts. Lexa groans into the kiss, and Clarke flicks Lexa's nipple, making her whimper.
Lexa trails her hand down from Clarke's waist to her thigh, lifting it up to drape it over her hip as Clarke slips her tongue into Lexa's mouth. Lexa slides her hand around to cup Clarke's ass, but when Clarke starts grinding against her, Lexa brings her hand forward to slip two fingers inside her wife.
Clarke squeezes Lexa's breasts hard when Lexa penetrates her, and Lexa moans at the stimulation. Lexa moves her fingers in and out of Clarke slowly, grazing her clit with her thumb only occasionally. Frustrated with the teasing, Clarke breaks the kiss and trails her tongue along Lexa's jaw to her ear, biting the earlobe before she whispers, "Commander, I need you to fuck me… Hard."
The effect on Lexa is instantaneous. The next thing Clarke knows, she is pinned against the wall in Lexa's arms as Lexa starts moving her fingers faster. "God, Klark." Lexa groans as she moves her fingers up to pinch her clit. Clarke's eyes close and her head falls back as Lexa moves her fingers back down, this time entering her with three fingers and thrusting harder and faster. When Lexa starts to feel Clarke's walls pulse around her fingers, she huskily pants, "Look at me Clarke."
Too close to her high, Clarke ignores Lexa, that is, until Lexa suddenly removes her fingers. Her eyes shoot open in anger, but she freezes when she sees the intense, commanding look on Lexa's face. "Look at me, Clarke. I want to watch you as you fall apart beneath me." Clarke can only nod, her blue eyes never leaving green. Lexa smirks, but moves her fingers back inside Clarke, who moans with pleasure. When Clarke's moans get louder, Lexa leans her forehead against Clarke's, never breaking eye contact as she whispers, "Cum for me, Klark."
Clarke explodes when Lexa says her name, calling out Lexa's name and several expletives as she shudders in Lexa's arms. When Lexa removes her fingers, Clarke almost cries at the loss. However, watching Lexa lick her juices off them is an acceptable trade-off. Lexa continues to hold Clarke, softly caressing her arms and sides as she peppers soft kisses across her shoulders and face. When Clarke's breathing has returned to normal, Lexa slowly lowers her back to the ground, giving Clarke a shy smile. "I love you, Clarke."
Clarke smiles and places a soft kiss to Lexa's lips. "I love you too. God, Lexa, that was hot. Why didn't you tell me about your Commander kink sooner?"
Lexa blushes and mumbles, "It's not a kink."
Clarke raises an eyebrow at Lexa. "Well then what would you call it? Because to me, that's a kink."
"I don't get off on people calling me the Commander, Clarke. That would be… inconvenient, seeing as how that's my official title in the office…" Lexa turns bright red again and she averts her eyes. "Just you. I like it when you call me that. It makes me feel… strong."
Clarke moves her hand to Lexa's cheek, turning her head back to face her. "That's sweet, Lexa." She places a peck on Lexa's lips, lingering centimeters away as she whispers to her. "But you don't have to be strong all the time. I'm here for you, if you need me."
Lexa lets out a deep breath and nods, her lips just grazing Clarke's. For another moment, they stand there together, foreheads pressed together and breathing the same air, until the circles Clarke is rubbing onto Lexa's hip slide under her panties and to her core. Lexa gasps as Clarke makes contact with her clit and starts rubbing soft, slow circles.
Clarke leans back into the wall, pulling Lexa with her. She tilts her head up for a kiss, and Lexa brackets Clarke's face with her arms as she braces herself against the wall to lean down and press a slow, languid kiss against Clarke's lips, tongues sliding slowly and softly together. Soon, Lexa is starting to tremble as Clarke starts rubbing her clit faster. "Let go for me, Lexa." Clarke whispers in between kisses. When Clarke slips one finger inside her, Lexa grabs onto Clarke's shoulders and sags into her, crying out a soft "Clarke" as she comes.
Clarke wraps her arms around Lexa's back, holding her steady as she comes down from her high. Shiny green eyes meet vibrant blue, and the two cling to each other as they continue to steal soft, loving kisses, completely wrapped up in each other.
