Chapter 81: Clarke

As we pulled up in front of the arena, it looked pretty much like it did last time. There were fans lining the entrance holding signs and shouting fighters' names. Mom couldn't believe how crowded it was. Just like last time, Asher walked between Lexa and me holding our hands as everyone else followed behind. We were almost to the entrance when I heard someone yell, "Hey, my Stryker, looking good!" When I found who the voice belonged to, I had to do a double-take. What the fuck is she doing here, and why is she calling Lexa 'my Stryker'! Lexa looked over at Allie. Then walked over to her and hugged her while Allie kissed her on the cheek.

I look back at Ash, and she shrugs. When I look at Octavia, she seems as surprised as I do, so apparently, no one has any idea what the hell is going on. Lexa walks back over to us, and we walk on in like nothing happened. Except something did happen, again. I don't even know what to call Allie. Is she Lexa's ex or…who cares? I just want to know what the hell she is doing here. I feel this heat in the pit of my stomach, and I just want to go over there and punch the bitch.

Once inside, there is a guy ready to take everyone to their seats. The last time I was Lexa's doctor, I got to sit with her, but I didn't know what would happen this time. He asks Lexa, "Who is your corner crew? They go with you, but everyone else has to go with me."

She answers by pointing and naming her crew, "Abby is the doctor, O, Lucas and Jose are my trainers, and Clarke is my cut woman."

He shook his head and pointed us down front toward the stage. I looked at Lexa with a raised eyebrow and said, "Cut woman?"

"I couldn't think of anything else, and I wanted you with me. On fight night, though, you can sit in the stands with the rest of the group if you would be more comfortable there."

"I don't know. Let me see how I'm feeling." As we walk to our seats, I can't get Allie out of my head. So, I turn to Lexa and say, "Babe, I'm trying not to get angry here, but…I need to know why you always seem to leave me and kiss other people when we walk into fights? I have to know what Allie is doing here and why is she calling you 'her Stryker'?"

"Oh…um, she is here for a golf tournament. She stopped by the last fan event. I'm not sure why she called me that. I told her that we were together now, though."

"Really? So, you've had a conversation with her then. Why didn't you tell me about this before now?"

"Clarke, you have nothing to worry about. I love you and only you. I had actually forgotten all about it until I saw her just now, and I am never leaving you. I'm just acknowledging someone that I know, nothing more. With everything that happened that night, she was the least of my concerns. All I was worried about was you and our little gummy bears. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but it really didn't cross my mind. Um, there is one other thing…she surprised me at the fan event. I-I wasn't paying attention to who was asking for photos by the time she showed up. I was ready to see you…and when she stepped around the table, she kissed me on the lips…but I pulled away as soon as it happened. I swear…Clarke, I told her we were together and that I loved you and…don't be mad, please."

"Cielo, I'm not mad. On the contrary, I'm glad you told me, and I understand why it slipped your mind. But, I trust you…just hearing her call you 'my Stryker' pissed me off and made me think about when she kissed you after your fight at Mickey's, and I wanted to hit her again because you are mine."

She gives me a crooked, mischievous smile, "Aww, is someone jealous?"

I shake my head, "It's just the hormones." I laugh at the face she makes. "But even if it weren't the hormones, yes, I would be jealous. I want you all for myself."

"Well, I hate to tell you, but you are going to have to share me." She says with a smirk.

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not sharing you with another woman, especially not her." I can feel my face turning red, and my hands ball up into fists. She must see it too because she takes both of my hands in hers.

She looks at me with her piercing steel-blue eyes that are full of love, "Ya Amar, you will have to share me with our beautiful babies. That's all I meant, not Allie." She laughs after she says it. "I'm sorry, babe. I really thought you would know who I meant. I wasn't trying to piss you off."

About an hour and a half later, we were headed back to the hotel. Lexa weighed in at 136 pounds and Julia at 145 pounds. Lexa has lost weight since her last fight, and I know it is because of me and the babies, but she says that there is nothing to worry about. We get back to the hotel, and I order her a huge lunch. When we sit down at the massive spread, Lexa looks at me and says, "You realize that you are the one eating for three, not me, right?"

I chuckle, "Again, you got jokes. Yes, I realize that, but I also realize that you are below your normal fighting weight, which means you need to eat more. Plus, I just like watching you eat."

Lexa

I squint at Clarke in disbelief. I grew up in an orphanage where kids would steal food right off of my plate. "I make a mess, and I chew too fast," I say. "There's nothing pretty about how I eat."

"But it's like you taste everything for the first time, every time," she says. "You're all in. That's…that's damn sexy if you ask me."

"Um…okay. If you grew up the way I did, then you would realize that you had to be quick, or someone would take what you had from right in front of you. Besides, I told you before when I'm with someone, I'm all in."

"Yes, I remember. What's your favorite food?"

I chuckle, deep and low. Finally, Clarke says, "You're so cheeky. Is that all you think about?"

"Only when I'm with you," I say with a mischievous smirk forming on my lips. "I like just about anything food-wise. There weren't many choices in the desert, although I'm not real big on veggies. Right now, though, what I crave to taste…." I get up and walk over to where Clarke is sitting and lean in close to her ear, whispering, "what I want to taste right now is you!"

I reach for her arms and pull her towards me. Then, I hold onto her face. Her eyes flickered back and forth between mine as our lips hovered inches apart. And then I kiss her, gently at first, but the minute our lips press together, it grew deeper and more substantial.

I curl my arm around her neck and hold on. I coil my fingers through her hair and pull her tight. The sweet taste of her mouth, the beautiful, sensuous sounds that she made as our tongues slid and played together, overpowered all my humility. I couldn't stop. I just couldn't.

After a few seconds, I pull back but kept hold of her staring into her lidded eyes. She blinks a few times and sighs. Finally, I smile, "Are you okay?"

"I'm amazing! Let's go upstairs and continue what I started this morning but was unable to finish."

"Are you sure? I thought we came back to rest."

"Fuck resting! I need you, and while I'm not feeling sick, I'm going to take full advantage of you. That is unless you have any objections. You don't think it will mess with your ability to fight tomorrow, do you?"

I scoop her up in my arms bridle style and head up to the bedroom, saying, "Nope, none at all. As long as you promise to tell me if…if something doesn't feel right or if I hurt you. Or if need to rest."

"Fine, but I'm sure everything will be fine, and you could never hurt me."

I'm tingling everywhere. Every single nerve in my body is on high alert. The distance from where we stand and where we need to be suddenly seemed impossibly vast. Finally, I look into her shimmering green eyes and say, "I want you."

She nibbles my earlobe and whispers, "Soon."

We reached the bedroom, and I sat Clarke on the bed. Her hands slide up my shirt. She stands as my hands pull at the waist of her capris. The room echoes with our ragged breath as we rip and pull clothing from our bodies. When our skin comes together, there wasn't a sliver of space left between us. Suddenly it felt like we'd dipped into a molten hot pool.

She runs her hands through my hair. I cup her ass and lift her up. I plant kisses over her chin and neck while I gentle lay Clarke onto the bed and crawl over her, placing my hands beside her head and one leg between her thighs as I hold myself just inches above her. I look down at our breasts, our nipples, and the goosebumps all over our skin.

"Are you sure you feel up to this," I stammer? "I mean…"

"Cielo, I promise. I'm fine, and I want you more than anything."

I slowly lower my body so that it is barely touching hers, and I kiss her deeply before peppering her with soft kisses as I make my way down her body. Once I make my way between her legs, I kiss the inside of her thigh. "Oh!" Clarke gasps and tries to steady her breath.

Clarke

She grins and kisses the inside of my other thigh, but this time she opens her lips more. Her tongue flicks lightly up my skin.

"Oh, God!" I say. That one sends a shock wave directly to my nipples, and they both popped out to see what is going on. I lean back against the bed as Lexa eyes me like a hungry wolf. She runs her fingers up my leg and grips the back of my knee. She leans forward and kisses a little higher. I can feel her nipples brush against my shins.

I gasp again as she pulls my knees open. There it is, all of me, right there in front of her face, and I want her so bad. It's not like we haven't been in this position with one another many times before, but this is…it's the first time since we found out that I was having twins, and it just feels…somewhat different. I'm not sure how to explain it. It is also the first time since Finn… had me kidnapped and Ahmed... I was ripped from the thought when she suddenly stopped kissing me and asks, "How do you feel? Are you alright? Does it feel okay?"

I was lying naked on a bed with my legs spread in front of her, and she felt she needed to ask. "I'm great. Please don't stop. I will tell you if something is wrong, I promise."

She stifles her laugh against my thigh. "I was just wondering if you were nervous. You're trembling."

"Maybe, just a bit…not sure why but…maybe because I know that I'm pregnant. I don't know."

"Do you want me to stop? Is this something we shouldn't be doing because of the gummy bears?"

"No, it's fine to have sex while pregnant, and God no, don't stop. Should you be doing this the night before your fight?" Her mouth hit my hip bone, and my pelvis did something weirdly involuntary.

"I'll be fine," she moans. I slide my arms over her shoulders. Her skin was soft and smooth. So soft if felt like silk. "Wow," I say as I run my hands down her arms. She lifts her body so her face was only inches away. Her small pert breasts look beautiful. I reached my hand up and stroked my fingers down their curves. "Wow," I whispered again. "I don't think I will ever not be amazed at your body."

She was smiling. "You've seen it many times before." Her voice had dropped to a milky tone.

"I know, but I'm still amazed every time." I can't take my hands away. Or my eyes. Her breasts felt like small silky pillows. I ran my thumb over her nipple and heard her breath hitch. "You like that?" I whisper.

"You…you know I do!" I do it again, this time with both thumbs. Her head droops a little, and she moans. The sound does something to me. Knowing that I can make her feel this good gives me a little hope that I might be able to figure out how to manage the whole pregnancy sickness…knowing that we can still do this, and in the end, we will have a family together.

"Come here," I say. It comes out a little bossier than I'd meant it to, but there was something I wanted to do. As she slides closer, I could hear her heart beating loud in her chest, just like mine was. It made me smile, knowing I was driving her as crazy as she was me. I smooth my palm down her breast and cup it gently in my hand. Her nipple popped through my fingers, and I squeeze gently around it, making her eyelids drop.

She relaxes and leans into me. Her hands lay gently on my thighs. "Mmm," she moans. I kiss the side of her jaw. I kiss the warm skin between her ear and dark hair. I inhale the scent of her temple and feel that swirling sensation that makes me close my eyes.

Then I shift so I can reach her nipple with my lips. Her hand curls around back of my head and gently strokes my hair. Her chest rolls against my mouth. Her mouth was open, and her eyes closed.

"You know that's my weakness," she whispers. I didn't let go but kept sucking and pulling with every instinct I had. The taste of her, the sighs, moans, and the smell of her warmth sent me somewhere until an incredible realization came over me. I got this. I can do this. This is something we both want, and the morning sickness and neediness won't last forever. With Lexa by my side, I can and will tackle this pregnancy. I will go back to being my independent self once my hormones calm down, but I won't be alone even then. She will be with me. I know she will, and I trust her. I'm not sure why it took me so long to realize this.

"How did you end up on top?" she says after a minute or so. I'd laid her down on the bed, and now I was on my hands and knees above her.

"Magic," I say.

"No fair!" she pouts. "I was saving my powers."

"Mmm," I moan, imagining what those powers might be. But, of course, I have some idea since I have experienced one or a few of them already.

"You have an exquisite mouth," she says and grabs my face. "Kiss me."

I let go of her nipple and kiss my way back up to her lips. Her eyes sparkled like wildfire. She wraps her arms around my back and pulls me down until I lay on top of her. Then she clasps my bottom lip between her teeth and bites me gently. The sensation of our skin together was incredible. Her thigh slid between my legs and mine between hers.

"I can feel you," she whispers.

My thigh feels hot where our skin makes contact. I push down a little to see what would happen, and her hips pushed back against me. "Clarke," she whispers.

"Yes, Lexa," I say softly. Her eyes were beautiful blue pools. She flicked her tongue over my lips, and I felt the effects somewhere below.

"I want to taste you," she says.

It is like my body, deep down, heard her say the words because I started to ache right then. Images of what she'd done to me on the plane played in my head.

"The only thing is," I say, "I don't want this to be over, and I know once you start doing that, I'm going to…you know. And then…"

She strokes her fingers down my cheek. "It's not over until we say it's over," she said. "We can do this as long as you feel up to it, as many times as you like. As long as you get some rest at some point in between because I would really like you by my side tonight. Now let me up so that I can show you how much I love you."

I rolled off of her and sat back on the bed. My eyes drop to her breasts, then lower, then up to that familiar cocky grin that used to drive me insane. Now it does something else. I realize that I am breathing fast, and she is too. "You're beautiful," I say.

"So are you."

I wondered why she was still lying beside me, and I was beginning to feel self-conscious. "Are you going to come here soon?" There was something else in her voice. Something behind all the sexy and the cocky and the charming. Something that I couldn't put my finger on.

"I just want to look at you for a second. You look amazing, glowing even. I can't believe that…that you're having twins." I looked up into her eyes and saw that she was tearing up.

"Hey honey, WE are having twins. You and I together, remember? I can't do this without you! You get that, right?"

"Yeah, but you are doing all the work and going through all the sickness, and…all I can do is watch how uncomfortable you are. Plus, what if…what if my DNA doesn't take?"

"Honey, you are doing your part. You are here for me, and you're taking care of me. But, if for some reason the procedure doesn't work, THEY are still your babies too. Do you understand?"

She shakes her head and crawls over me in the bed, and straddles my legs. When she is close enough, I grab her and pull her closer. Her lips are warm and sweet. She is salty and tangy and some other flavor that is dark and wild. Our tongues play. She bites me, and I bite back. I inhaled her, smelling her, and when our mouths crush together, it all tumbles and rolls.

My hands slide hard up her arms and dig into her shoulders. "Fuck," she rasped against my lips. Her hips roll against my pelvis. Feeling her wetness makes me moan. I grip onto her back with one hand and cup her breast in another, but my hand is pulled lower when I look down between us. I close my eyes and stroke my fingers between her legs. It's everything familiar and everything new in one soft, silky package. But when I realize how wet I'd made her, I felt something snap.

I press my forehead to her chest, and her arms grip onto me. I watch her hips roll, once, twice, and then more. Faster and harder until I hear her breath tense. Then she grabs my wrist. "You're going to make me come."

I latch onto her jaw. "That's what I'm trying to do," I mumbled.

She pushes her hands against my shoulders and slides back. "Nuh, uh," she shook her head. "My turn."

She was off me in a flash, and in the next, she grabbed my legs and pulled me down the bed. "Wait," I said, though, for what, I had no clue.

She grips my knees and spreads me open. "No way, we've waited long enough." And then she slides onto her stomach, and her mouth hit me.

"Oh my God," I moaned.

Her tongue swirls fast and hard, and she moans with me. Her hips roll against the bed as if they are doing all the work. Finally, she pushes my legs back until I was as open as I could be and drove her tongue inside. My eyes crossed suddenly, and one image of her beautiful dark head fused with another.

"Ohhhhh!" I scream. I feel my body contract, and I grip her like a vice. I convulsed forward, then back again, and then I hear something rip. Lexa presses my legs down as I quivered and shook uncontrollably. And when the big one hit me, all I could do was scream, "Whaaaaaat the fuuuuuuuuck!?" It seriously felt like I'd been thrown off a cliff and then landed on the biggest orgasm of my life.

The last spasms of it shot through me. Miraculously, Lexa hadn't broken contact, but when I look down, her shoulders were shaking. And she rolls over on top of my leg and burst out laughing.

"It's not funny," I gasp between breaths.

"It's totally funny," she howled.

I hold my hand over my face, completely embarrassed, and then start to laugh too. She kisses my thighs and looks up at me. "You are incredible!"

"I had no idea," I say, holding my hand over my chest. "Oh, my God!'

"I can't tell you what you just did to my ego," Lexa says. "Your pregnant body really likes me!"

"Ya think?" I snorted. I feel warm and tingly everywhere. I stretch against the bed.

Lexa lifted the section of the bedsheet that I'd ripped. "Worth it," I say, closing my eyes. "Come here." I held out my arms. I felt her warm body slither up mine, and I moan some more.

She kisses me, and I taste myself on her lips. I open my eyes. "I don't think I'll be able to top that."

Lexa kisses me again. "You never know," she said. "That was a pretty big turn-on."

"Really?"

She grinned down at me and wiggled her hips. "Really."

I grab her face, kiss her again and say, "Roll over!"

Lexa flipped onto the bed beside me. I sit up, straddling her thighs. She lays back with a half-smile on her face and something that looked like shyness.

"Don't worry," I say in a low voice, "I'll catch you." I gently rake my nails up her muscular stomach, loving the feel of the ripples of her muscles. She catches my hands and pulls them to her lips. I roll my hips against her knowing exactly where they would hit.

"Mmm, you make a good top," she said. "I could watch you do this all afternoon."

I rocked a little harder. I lick my fingers; the traces of musk were on them from earlier. "I can taste you," I whisper. I licked them again. I trail my wet finger down the center of Lexa's chest, around her nipple, and down her belly. I stop where our bodies are connected and slip in between.

Lexa exhaled. The muscle of her jaw tightens. "Does that feel good?" I ask.

Lexa moans her answer. I shift and straddle her thigh but leave my fingers where they are. "What do you like to call this?" I ask.

I see the flicker of a smile and the swells of pleasure pass over her face all at once. "What you're doing with your hand?" she asks, her voice quivering.

"No, this part of your body."

"Umm, you're the doctor, babe."

"I mean, I know this is your vagina, and this is your clitoris," I say as I stroke my thumb along it. "But I was wondering if you preferred using less anatomical sounding names for them?" I swept my other hand down her breast and stroke her some more.

"Fuck…" she whispers.

"You like dirty words?"

"Mmmmaybe," she moans.

"Like…pussy?" I bent down and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

"That one's good, but I never really think about what to call it." she rasped. Her hips roll against my hand.

"Or cunt?" I feel myself blush. That was a word I never use.

"Mmm, I like it when you say it," she says.

"Clit?" I say as I stroke hers a little harder and graze her nipple with my teeth.

"Yesss," she sighs and arches her back.

I sit up on her and roll my hips against her thigh. "Well, I don't know what you just did to my pussy, Stryker, but it sure felt incredible."

"I plan on doing it again soon," she says as she looks into my eyes.

"You bet you are," I say. "You are going to do it here, and you're going to do it some more on the plane and when we get back home…."

She closes her eyes, tipping her head back again. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"You like how I touch you?"

"Fuck, yes," she groans.

"You like how my wet pussy feels on your leg?" I say, rolling my hips into her.

"Yeah, I do."

I shift my body between her legs and slide my fingers inside her. "Want me to fuck you, MY Stryker?"

She grips my shoulders and hangs on. "Yes, MY love!" she cries.

I spread her knees with my own, and then my hips and hand take over, pushing and grinding her higher and higher. Finally, when she wraps her leg around my back, I feel an animal rear up inside me. I slide my knees down the bed, took a deep breath, and dove in.

I suck and lick. Lexa bucks and strains. I push and pull my hand until she tightens all around me.

"Ahh, ahh, fuck, ahh, Clarke, ahh, nahh, Ya Amar!" she cries. Her legs strain against my back while her arms push against the headboard. I hear popping and cracking sounds from the headboard as I feel her come in rolling spasms, one after another, after another, until she finally relaxes.

Our bodies were covered in sweat. Lex's cheeks were flushed red. Her sighs were sweet and sexy. I close my eyes and smile while she strokes my hair.

"That," she says at last, "was so hot! How is it that every time with you seems better than the last, even when I think the last time can never be topped?"

I slide up the bed, kissing her, "I know what you mean. Every time is more amazing than the last time. I don't think I can ever get enough of you." Then I snuggle in close to her, and once I lay my head on her chest, I fall asleep quickly.