Chapter 60: Clarke

Letting go was exhausting. Exhausting but liberating. Last night, I had let go of everything I'd been fighting against, and this morning I felt lighter. And sore. Sore in a good way, like I've never been sore before, but still lighter, more accessible, and plain old fucking relaxed.

As I stretch out my lithe body, I struggle to recall the last time I felt this good and genuinely relaxed. I was always working, studying, thinking, or thinking about how to avoid Finn's need for sex. At home alone, in a relationship, and even in social settings, my mind was on other things and not at all invested in the act of socializing itself.

I realize that I still need to work on thinking less and following my heart, but after the realization, I had last night, I don't think it should be a problem. Lexa is worth it since she's broken through the walls I had painstakingly built up.

I roll over, fulling, expecting to see Lexa watching me sleep like she usually is, but instead, I find her still sleeping. Finally, I get to take in her beauty while she sleeps. She is even more beautiful, lying there sleeping. I can't help but run my hands up and down her toned body, especially her washboard abs. My touch leaves a trail of goosebumps and sends a shiver through me. I bury my nose in her mussed hair and inhale her scent-sweet mandarin musk and sex. Someone should really bottle that. It is sexy as hell and already had my arousal making a return visit. Last night had opened the flood gates, and now I can't get enough of Lexa.

Lexa's eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing me, she smiles, "Good morning, beautiful."

I give her a mischievous smile and slowly move my fingers down the valley between her thighs until they reach their target, sifting through the soft curls I found there. "Well…I was going to ask if you wanted breakfast, but…." Lexa says with a mix between a growl and a laugh. My eyes fell to her lips and then her breast.

"Fuck breakfast!"

"Doctor! Language!" Lexa laughs, but it quickly transforms into a pleasure-filled moan when my hand slips under the sheet and takes her right breast into my palm, massaging it gently. "I thought…mmm…god…." Her words were forgotten when my hot mouth covered her sensitive nipple through the soft cotton of the sheet, bringing it to a hardened peak.

"I thought you had to work, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day?" Lexa whispered breathily, rushing to get the words out.

"I didn't say I wasn't going to eat anything at all. However, what I want to eat doesn't require the stove to heat it up."

Lexa

Last night, Clarke had let down her guard, and it was all I had ever wanted. It had indeed been an evening to remember. Hopefully, it was the first of many to come because I was seeing an entirely different Clarke Griffin this morning.

I yank the sheets back and openly admire her form. Unable to resist the urge to touch, my hands lightly traverse Clarke's sides and along the swell of her breasts, finally settling on her hips. "The doctor does know best," I say with a seductive grin. "What do you recommend?"

"I should take you two times in the morning and two times before bed," Clarke husked, lunging forward to drag open mouth kisses across my collarbone while cupping my bare butt. She begins to snake a hand between my thighs, indulged in the slick heat that awaits her. She pulls back with a smile and glances down, then back up to meet my hooded eyes.

"You're burning up. I recommend you spend the day in bed," she says, her voice dripping with sex. Her lustful gaze belied her intentions, causing my heart to pound, echoing in my ears.

"It's that bad, huh?" I am quickly falling under the influence of Clarke's touch but will myself to stay sober. Wanting to partake in some fun of my own, my hand slides down her stomach and beyond. What greets me pleases me to no end. I'm not the only one hot and ready.

There were no words, only a simple nod before Clarke went directly to the object of her desire, lavishing both of my breasts with her full attention. She really is a boob girl also, was the last thought before the jolt of a hot, wet mouth sucked on my nipple.

"Don't you have other patients to attend to today, Doctor?" I ask between heavy breaths.

"Your condition requires my undivided attention." Clarke uses her body to roll onto me and places a thigh between my legs. A guttural groan fell out of my mouth as I grind my hips against her firm resistance. I could get used to this Clarke, the one who takes what she wants…not that I don't enjoy any of the "Clarkes" I've had the chance to experience. I'm quickly finding that I love being owned by this woman…something I couldn't say about any of my previous lovers. Not even Ash made me feel this way.

The feel of her hands all over my body, the heat of her mouth against my skin, the knowledge that this is the only woman who could make me feel so fucking good spurs my desire to new heights. My hips work feverishly to relieve the delicious ache pooling low in my belly, heating my skin, and tingling my toes.

"I think your condition is critical. There is no time to waste." With a wildfire of desire burning in her eyes, Clarke pushes my legs wide open. She holds my gaze as her tongue slowly swept up the length of my dripping folds.

"Oh god!" I scream, both from the pleasure of Clarke's attention and the sheer intensity in her gaze. A second taste sent my eyes rolling as my body pushed farther into the bed. "So good. More please," I gasp out in pleasure.

My request was granted with two fingers plunging deep inside. At the same time, a dexterous tongue continues to ravish me, driving me closer and closer to the sweet oblivion I so desperately crave. Prying my eyes open again, I nearly come at the sight of Clarke touching herself. "Holy…" My words fell away with the soft vibration of Clarke moaning against my hypersensitive center. A new need arose from within, and I'm not shy about making it known. "Come with me, Albi."

I'm close, so close. I refuse to be weak this time, forcing my eyes to remain open and locked on my girlfriend, who is stroking herself in time with the rhythm of her tongue and fingers. The pace quickens thrusts deepen, resulting in a crescendo of passionate cries as our bodies convulse in the most wonderful of ways. Air was hard to come by, but I manage to rasp out, "That was just what the doctor ordered."

I roll onto my side and prop my head in my hand, resting my elbow against the mattress. I study Clarke carefully, watching as my girlfriend slides on a pair of scrubs. When she bends over to tie her shoes, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and think, that's a heavenly sight, but so much better naked. "Do you have time for brunch before you leave?"

"No, I'm running late thanks to your emergent condition that required my attention. I will pick something up on the way to the hospital."

I roll out of bed with a smile. I approach and slowly wrap her in a warm embrace. "And I really appreciate the thoroughness of your exam and treatment, but I don't trust you to stop for food. Give me five minutes, and I will have Petrona get you a bag breakfast to take with you." I give her a quick kiss on the cheek and grab my phone to call Petrona.

Ten minutes later, we are saying goodbye as she gets into her car. "What time do you get off tonight?"

"Not until midnight at the earliest."

"Um…would it be okay if I bring dinner and eat with you?"

"I would like that. I should get a break for dinner around seven."

I lean through the window and brush my lips to hers, "I love you, doctor. I'll see you at seven."