Chapter 91: Lexa

We spent the following week training, fishing, and just hanging out and enjoying everyone's company. Clarke seemed to finally be over her morning sickness while also regaining some of her energy, so we spend a lot of time walking around the island and having lots of sex. Her hormones seem to make her insatiable, but I don't mind. Raven and Marcus Kane arrive late Thursday night along with three other women. Sofia Inciarte, Jordan Willis, and Vivian Chambers all had volunteered to come along the mission. Sofia was Raven's best friend and roommate while serving in Afghanistan. Sofia handled dogs that detected bombs and IEDs. Jordan Willis was one of the first female Green Berets and Vivian, Viv, went through Navy Seal training with Ash and Bellamy.

The new armor was impressive. It fit like a second skin, and it couldn't be felt in a pat-down. Marcus had also found a way to integrate pockets inside the forearms, outside of the thigh area, and calf area that would hold his new knives. There is also a slot down the middle of the back along the spine to hold a sword. Kane had found a way to make the knives and swords so thin that they were also undetectable. He also said that the weapons wouldn't set off any metal detectors. He had also included a hood that acts as a gas mask.

"Marcus, these are amazing!" I speak.

He replies, "Thanks, but the suits also have a built-in tracker and com system that are also undetectable. In addition, Raven has storage for various computer equipment that she may need to hack into their system and get as much information as possible. At the same time, the rest of the team searches the facility. I am going to set up the tracking and communication systems on the houseboat so that I will be able to monitor everything from there."

For the rest of the week, we had a blast fishing and playing cards and enjoying spending time with one another. Clarke was mostly over her morning sickness, and her blood tests continued to be as expected. We spend a lot of time walking on the beach and talking. Everyone is so relaxed that you would think we were actually on vacation, except for the group training exercises every morning. But, unfortunately, time was running out on holiday, and it was time to get down to business.

On Thursday evening at dinner, I look around the group sitting around the firepit and say, "Alright, tomorrow we will need to pack up everything except what the team needs. So everyone not involved in the extraction will leave tomorrow afternoon and head back to Kyiv. You all will spend tomorrow and Saturday night at the hotel, and the plan is to meet at the airport around nine pm on Sunday."

Callie asks, "What are we supposed to do while we wait? Are we just supposed to stay in the hotel?"

"No, you are free to do whatever you want, just be at the airport by nine pm on Sunday, ready to go. Is everyone clear on what is expected of them?" As I look around the group, everyone nods that they understand. "Ok, then. Clarke, do you feel like taking a walk while Marcus and Raven check their equipment on the boat?"

She replies, "Yes, that sounds nice."

I grab the backpack that I packed earlier with a blanket, flashlight, some snacks, and bottled water. I hold out my hand to her, leading her up towards the old, abandoned house and into the woods behind it. Soon we come to a bit of clearing that I had come across in my exploration of the island. I spread out the blanket and pull out a few candles, and light them before helping Clarke sit down on the blanket. I have noticed that it is getting harder for her to get up and down the farther along she becomes. Her belly is really starting to show, and I find it incredibly sexy.

"Would you like a snack or water? I thought we could just lay here and look at the stars for a while if that's okay."

She smiles, "I can't believe you brought all of this out here. It's amazing."

"I just wanted to get away from everyone for a little bit and spend some quiet time with you. I feel like we haven't really had any time to ourselves the past few days, and I just miss it being just us."

Clarke crawls over so that she was practically sitting in my lap. Her knees were bent over my legs, her breasts pressed to my side, and our faces were only inches apart. Air caught in my throat because no matter how many times we are together, she always takes my breath away.

The kiss started as a lazy embrace, filled with comfort and softness. Clarke's body was so warm, delicate even. I drop my right hand to her thigh and squeeze above her knee. When her tongue dips to touch mine, fireworks explode. I skim my fingers up until I reach the edge of her cutoff shorts and lean in to put more pressure on her mouth. Clarke matches me move for move. She nips my lip and trails her hand down to my chest, covering my breast through my layers of clothing.

I move my hand around Clarke's back, helping to support her as she sits up. My fingers touched skin, and I dig my nails in slightly at the intense heat I feel from the small of her back. Our lips are still locked together, and I can't help but slide my thumb under the edge of her shorts, wondering how much heat I would find the higher up I go.

Clarke shifts. I stay right where I am. She straddles my thighs, her knees digging into the ground as I stare up at her. Her hair is wild around her shoulders, and when I reach up to grab hold of a curled strand, Clarke snatches my hand and presses my palm to her breast.

"Gentle," She whispers as she bends down, her lips brushing mine with each syllable. "They're sore."

I swallow hard and open my mouth. Clarke takes advantage and slips her tongue back inside, swirling a dance. I moan, my muscles tensing in my legs and arms. I roll my thumb over her hardened nipple and hear her gasp in reaction.

Clarke's hands dig into my hair, pulling it back from my face as she undulated her hips over my thighs. I grab hold of her hip with my free hand, shoving her camisole until I feel the blessed heat of her flesh. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind for this evening, but I'm not going to complain. Gasping for air, I move my hand up and then back down, scraping my short nails against Clark's skin as I go.

Our kiss broke when I push Clarke back slightly. My chest rose and fell with my rapid breaths, and my cheeks are flaming hot with desire. Clarke smiles down at me, the glow from the candles backlighting her so I can barely make out her gaze.

Clarke's lips are on mine again, this time moving rapidly. Her hips move, reaching forward. I flick the button on her cut-offs, pull the zipper, and slide my hand between the material and her skin. She groans, shifting her mouth from my lips to my ear. "God, that feels good."

I match her rocking motion, making sure to keep my hand slow and steady to draw out every sensation. Clarke leans back sharply, tugging off her camisole and unhooking her bra, dropping both behind her on the ground. I reach up and carefully run the pad of my thumb over her hard nipple, smiling when Clarke grunts in my ear.

I continue to touch as Clarke moves with me, burying her face in my shoulder and biting down on the cord of muscle leading up to my neck. She sucks hard, making me squirm under her weight and body as I was pinned to the ground. I scrape my nails over the slight swell in her belly until I reach the edge of her cut-offs. Then I move around to her back again.

Clarke has to be close. Her legs tense, her arms tightened around my shoulder, and she bites down harder on my neck. I am tempted to move my hand at a different pace and press harder, but I resist the urge and keep as steady as possible. Before I knew it, Clarke was breathing out a sigh of ecstasy into my ear and pressing her chest into my face.

Quick kisses pressed to my neck alert me to the fact that Clarke was once again thinking. I am forced to remove my hand from her pants when she jerks my shirt up to my chest and then tries to get it over my head. Helping out, I toss the garment onto the ground. Clarke glances down, huffing out air.

"Why do you have on two shirts?" She pouts as she tugs the thin tank up.

"I could ask the same of you," I whisper back, leaning forward to make it easier for her to get the shirt off.

When Clarke chuckles low and in the back of her throat. I look up, curious as to what had made her laugh. Then, without warning, she bent down and latches her mouth around my breast, tonguing my nipple enthusiastically. I hiss and buck my hips at the sensation.

"Who knew you didn't have on a bra?"

Rolling my shoulders as my eyelids fluttered shut, I moan. "I knew."

I slide my fingers into her hair and tug sharply. Each time Clarke's teeth hit my nipple, I thought I was going to explode. Before long, she had switched to the other breast, and I was put through the same torture only intensified. Clarke shuffles down my legs until she is off of me.

"Pants. Take them off," Clarke ordered.

"Finally," I answer back, glad to have my shorts off and Clarke between my knees. Lifting my hips, I pull at my pants and underwear, shucking them to my knees. Clarke helps with the rest. "Clarke—"

I was cut off with a groan when she pushed my knees apart and dove right in without warning. I lean back onto the ground and hold my breath as she worked whatever magic she was doing. Trembles of pleasure shot through my legs and stomach from my hard nipples down to my center. I lift my hips, pressing my heels into the hard ground to give Clarke more leverage and room.

Wrinkling my nose, I reach down and wrap my hand in her hair, tightening my grip until I know it will be painful, but I couldn't stop myself. "I'm going to come soon."

My warning did nothing to slow Clarke, not that I wanted it to. Instead, my heart rate ratchets up a notch, as did Clarke's mouth. My hips lift even more, and my thighs squeeze her head tightly as pleasure washes over me in wave after wave after wave. Finally, when Clarke presses one last kiss to me and then works her way slowly up, I was out of breath, and my head was spinning.

Clarke's lips touch mine tentatively. I cup the back of her head and pull her back to me, smashing our mouths together in a heated embrace. My taste lingered on her lips, mingling with Clarke's own. Instead of pulling away to stop, I let her go a little bit and grin up at her.

"I'm going to scoot down. It's your turn."

She looked like she was going to object, but I ignore her. I lift my legs and turn my head, beckoning Clarke with the crook of my finger. I wait. Clarke stood, slipping her cut-offs from her hips and steps out of them and her underwear. Stepping over me, she straddles my waist.

"That's it," I say. I skim my hands up her thighs and around to her ass, smacking the plump flesh lightly. I wish I could play more with her breasts, but I understand precisely why Clarke wouldn't want me to. "Move up more."

Clarke seesawed her way up until she was positioned over my head. I dig my nails high on her hips and drag them downward, over the swell of her ass to the backs of her thighs until she whimpers.

"Grab onto my shoulders. You'll need the balance."

Without another word or another second, I lift my chin and head and run my tongue over Clarke. She shudders; I grin. I have her right where I want her, and I wasn't about to let the opportunity go. Clarke's second orgasm took far less time than her first. I was just hitting my rhythm when she cries out, and her hips buck backward. Struggling to hold on to Clarke's body, I let her rock through her orgasm and make sure she doesn't fall.

It takes Clarke a few seconds to recover, and when she did, I was there for whatever came next. She climbs backward the length of me and then lays on her side. I couldn't be happier. I twine my fingers through Clarke's long locks, turn on my side and kiss her swollen lips until we both ran out of breath again.

We make out like teenagers for at least another hour. Finally, the candles have burned out, and we were cast in darkness except for the glow of the moonlight. I make sure to kiss as much of Clarke as possible, trailing my tongue down the hollow of her neck and sucking deep purple hickeys onto her skin below her collarbone.

I smile as Clarke snuggles into my side, running her fingers up and down my washboard abs. "Hey, what are you thinking?"

"Just how nice and peaceful it is right now, like the calm before the storm. I wish we could skip the storm and…I don't know, just be together."

"Sweetie, we are together, and nothing is going to change that. Let me tell you a love story about the sun and the moon. The Sun was a god of sorts. His light was so powerful it actually brought herbs to life and grew goods from the ground. Everyone, every day, came out to worship him. But the Moon was seen as darkness. One that brought a cold presence to the world. Everyone hid in their homes when she rose. The Moon craved to be seen. She wanted a breath of fresh air up in the midnight sky. She wanted to be loved. Yet everyone admired the Sun. They sensed the warmth of his glow. They felt alive in his daylight. But the Sun had a secret: he admired the Moon. He recognized her secrecy and fell for the way she was timid with herself. She hid parts of herself from the world that he knew the world would embrace. They were opposite souls, the Sun and Moon. They were lovers who rarely met and always missed one another. Yet, they both waited patiently for the rare days when they might coexist peacefully. The Sun wanted to make his true love happy in his absence. He wanted to show the world what she had to offer. He thought for weeks about how to give her the breath of air she wanted, leaving the world in a cloudy haze. Then, finally, he knew what had to be done. He sacrificed his light every night to shine on the Moon so she could be seen in all her beauty. He gave up something he was admired for to let her shine."

"That is a very nice story. Is it a euphemism for something?"

"I mean, I guess it could be. But what I get out of it is that the sun loved the moon so much that he was willing to give up whatever he could to make the moon happy and feel loved. I understand that need because that's the way I feel about you. I want to make you happy, and I want you to know how much you are loved."

Clarke

"Cielo, you do make me happy, and I know that you love me. I'm just worried about…I can't have these babies without you."

"You don't have to; I will be right by your side when they enter the world. I promise."

"You can promise that. You can't see the future, and you have no idea what is going to happen on Saturday." I try and blink back my tears but can't.

Lexa sits up quickly and pulls me into her lap, "Ya Amar, please don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry, especially when I am the reason for it."

"I'm sorry. It's the hormones. I will be fine. Just hold me for a minute." She wraps me in the most beautiful hug ever while peppering my face and neck with kisses. I pull back enough to look her in the eyes, "Suddenly, I want ice cream. Chocolate ice cream with cameral and nuts."

Lexa looks at me with a strange look then says, "Wait, is this another craving? Let's get dressed so I can take the fishing boat to Kyiv and get it for you. Leave it to you to crave something like ice cream while we are in the middle of nowhere."

I laugh, "Lexa, you are not going all the way to Kyiv to get me ice cream. I can eat something else, chocolate."

"Nope, if my baby mama is craving ice cream, ice cream she will get. No matter what I have to do to get it."

"Babe, it is almost midnight. Even if you went into Kyiv, I doubt you would find a store open. I will be fine, I promise."

"But…but I want to get you whatever you want. I need to…I need to feel helpful."

"Cielo, you are helpful. Why don't you help me go back to the camp and find something chocolate, preferably with nuts?"

"Fine." She says, then starts to dig into her backpack. I watch her for a few seconds before she pulls out a snickers bar and looks at me with a megawatt smile. "Hey, look what I found! It is chocolate, and it has peanuts!"

I can't help but laugh and grab the candy bar. I quickly open it and inhale it in two bites. Lexa's laughing at me and says, "Come on, let's go back to camp and see what else I can find for you to eat. I would hate for you to starve out here in the wilderness."