Chapter 103: Lexa

Clarke is bright red, and I chuckle before we turn and head into the house. Clarke leads me into the house and up a set of stairs. Then down a hallway to the last door on the right. I look around the room once inside. It wasn't much, but it had a queen-sized bed that took up most of the room. The rest of it was littered with dirty plates, used tissues, and such. I look at Clarke, and she looks to the ground. "Why does this room look like pigs have been living here?"

"Sorry, I should have cleaned up some. I didn't feel like leaving the room while you were missing, so mom and Anny would bring food and make me eat. Although I don't know why because most of the time, it just came right back up."

I take her hand and pull her to me as I say, "Come here, baby. I'm so sorry that I put you through that, but I couldn't leave them behind even if I didn't know then that they were my family. So I promise for the next five months or so, I'm not leaving your side."

I close the door and then weave my hands through her hair, resting my fingers on the back of her neck. I pull her towards me for a kiss that was soft and thorough. Clarke's hands trail around my back, landing on the small of my spine, delicate and smooth. I kiss her deeper, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I hunger for Clarke more than I remember craving for anyone, even Ash. God, I missed this. This is what all those 'dreams' were about, getting back to the one person that I can't live without.

I sit on the bed and try to drag Clarke down with me, but she stood firm. Her pupils were dilated, lips parted, her hair mussed from my hands. "I want you to be sure," she said.

"What do you mean? Of course, I'm sure!" I tugged her hand while leaning back, drawing Clarke down on top of me.

"Cielo, I don't want you to hurt yourself. You have been through so much these past few days…."

I silence her by reaching around her neck and pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. When I pull back, I look deep into her eyes and say, "Ya Amar, I need you more than I have ever needed anything in my life. I missed you and fought my way back to you. Now please trust that I won't do anything that will hurt me, and I need to know that you will tell me if something doesn't feel right with you because the last thing I want to do is to hurt you or our baby girls."

Clarke nods and kisses me. I reach my hand up her t-shirt to find her bra. I hesitate, pulling back. "Is it okay to touch you here? Are they still sore?"

Clarke reaches behind her and unclasps the bra, and pulls it out through her shirt. Then, without saying anything, she guides my hands to her breasts. Then she leans down and kisses me again.

Her breasts are warm, one a little larger than the other and bigger than I remember. I'm not sure what would feel good or hurt her. So I let my fingers trail circles around the outer edges of Clarke's breasts, under her breasts, over the tops, focusing on dragging my tongue along her lips in the same way. Then, finally, Clarke starts to whimper, thrusting her hips into me. "That feels amazing. It's so…oh God, I might come right now. They're so sensitive."

"Not so fast." I cradle Clarke's back and roll her onto the bed, laying her out flat. I lower my body over hers, our legs overlapping. I then start my slow process. I lift her shirt and trace the ever-growing bump where our twin baby girls are growing. I lean down and pepper the bubble with kisses and whisper, "I promise, I'm not hurting your mommy, so can you two just relax for a bit while I show her how much I love and missed her." I'm rewarded with a slight tap from the inside of her stomach. I look up at her and smile, "Do you think they understood what I was saying?"

Before she can answer, I kiss my way up and take one of her nipples in my mouth, then the other. "Every inch of you is beautiful," I say.

Clarke's full bottom lip trembles before she bit the right side with her top teeth. "I'm getting so fat; how can you think I am beautiful."

"I will not argue with you about this. You are carrying our babies and always, always look amazing to me." I coax Clarke's t-shirt the rest of the way over her arms. I kissed around the edges of her breasts in the places I'd trailed my fingers until Clarke was moaning and writhing.

"Don't stop, please."

I pause, feeling a smile come over my face. I make eye contact with Clarke and hold her gaze. Then I push one hand down her yoga pants and settle my palm over her undies. I can feel the dampness-a dampness that is for me, because of me. I move Clarke's panties aside and run my fingers along her folds. She arches and pants, continuing to bite the corner of her lower lip. I tug her pants down over her hips. I shove Clarke's panties aside, find Clarke swollen and ready for me, and push a finger inside. Her need oozes into my hand. I continue to hold Clarke's gaze, watching for any twitch of the mouth or widening of the eye to indicate that I may be hurting her.

Seeing no sign, I add another finger and let my thumb gently encircle her clit. Clarke's eyes flutter close as her breathing becomes labored. I feel like I'm playing a perfectly tuned instrument. Clarke's voice rises in pitch as she moans. Her body began to tremble. She was losing hold of her control. Just watching made the tension in me rise. I move my fingers faster, thrusting with conviction between Clarke's legs. Moments later, her whole face seemed to squeeze shut as she arched, letting out a stifled cry and spasming around my fingers. I slowed, moving against Clarke's spasms, and realize that her mouth was open as I had watched the pure beauty that was Clarke come all over my hand. I lean down to kiss her on that swollen pulsing place, to make her do it all over again. But before I could get in more than a lick, Clarke scrambles out from under me, and with the eyes of a feline, tackles me onto the bed.

"Nope, it's your turn," she said, her eyes glowing with lust, the flecks of gold shining against the dark green of her eyes. She holds both of my hands above my head, pinning them to the mattress. I love it when she takes control like this. Clarke pulls at the elastic waistband of my shorts, shoving her hand inside. She wasn't gentle or supple any longer. She was a female lion with her prey. When her fingers met my center, she bit the corner of her lip and growled. "You're so fucking wet."

My reply, "And you're so fucking hot when you take control like this." Straining against Clarke's surprisingly firm grip on my wrists, I reach up to nip at her bottom lip.

Clarke growled again and let the weight of her body down on me. She kissed my jawline over my chin, down my neck. Then, she sat up, straddling me, and in the next instant, started tugging my shirt over my head.

Her hunger for me was evident in the flash of her eyes. I had never seen such raw desire like this from her before. I soon found myself unable to watch any longer. Instead, I let the lids of my eyes drop close. Clarke's hot lips settle over my nipples, nipping and licking them until they stood at attention until they shot laser beams of need to my center. At the same time, Clarke's fingers found my folds.

I was very aware of every little touch, her mind following what her eyes didn't. As Clarke descended, moving her licks, her kisses down the center of my chest, I practically shake with anticipation. Finally, she let go of my hands, then peels my shorts down off my legs.

I felt a whoosh of cool air on my pussy, and then warmth closed over me. In seconds, I lost that hold on my mind, and I just felt. My body became a sensual machine, utterly devoid of the analysis that had dominated it for so long.

At the ministrations of Clarke's tongue, lapping on my clit, I feel myself moving on her fingers, silently asking for more. Faster. Clarke split her fingers and pushes a knuckle along my perineum, and I couldn't hold on any longer. I came hard and fast and long, and it shattered me into a million pieces.

But Clarke wasn't done there. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, she licked me again, and I came instantly, this time even harder and without preamble. The white exploding blindness was a total sensory overload. When I rejoined the living again, Clarke kissed me. "I missed you soo much, and I was so afraid that you wouldn't make it back to me. I didn't know what I was going to do." Tears started to flow down her cheeks.

I pull her down beside me, wiping the tears away with my thumb. "I'm sorry that I made you worry. That was never my intention, but there was never a doubt in my mind that I was coming back to you. Not even when Samiya and Zaria said that I had died for a while. I knew that I would make it back to you because I had made you a promise, and I always keep my promises."

Clarke falls into my outstretched arms, and together we let our breathing return to a normal relaxed speed. Clarke turns to me, nestling into my body, and I wrap my arm around her tightly. I kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger.

When I finish, Clarke kisses me on the lips softly. She perches up on her elbow, her spine arching slightly. The curve of her baby bump is sexy as hell. "Can we do that again?"

I smile, wrapping my hand around to the swell of her ass. "A million times, I hope. Just give me a few minutes to put myself back together." I haven't felt so at peace in a long time. There was no pressure to do anything except be here with Clarke. "I love you, Clarke Griffin. You are perfect."

She kisses me delicately on the lips again. Once. Twice. Three times. Every time keeping her eyes on mine, never letting go. "So are you. I love you more." I hug her, and she nuzzles back into my shoulder. Clarke trails her fingertips along my many scars. At some point, we must have dozed off in between orgasms.

Clarke

I open my eyes and look at the clock. 5:04 a.m. Once again, I had been awakened by two urgent needs. The first, as always, was a trip to the bathroom, which I quickly took care of. Then I return to the bedroom and stare at the other thing I desperately needed. This one is sprawled across the bed, with long limbs flung out in different directions and dark hair filling the pillows. She was already naked, and she looks delicious.

I bite my lip. Waking Lexa up this early, knowing we have to leave in a few hours, seems wrong. It might be worse than eating ice cream straight out of the carton (which I am still doing sometimes). But, Lexa needs her rest, and we spent most of the night making love after the cookout last night. My sex drive, which had been largely absent during the nausea-filled first trimester, had returned with a vengeance when I found out Lexa was going to be alright. I know that she doesn't mind trying to keep up.

Looking at Lexa's nude form, only partly covered by blankets, just serves to turn me on even further. Lexa was lying on her stomach, the swell of her breast just slightly visible against the mattress. Even in her sleep, she seems to radiate a sort of sexual energy. Finally, I can't take it anymore.

"Lex," I say urgently, climbing into the bed and grabbing my fiancé's arm. Lexa, wake up. I need you."

Lexa opens her eyes in alarm. "What's wrong? What do you need?"

"I need you." I bend down to kiss Lexa's face and neck before running my tongue along her shoulder.

"Again?" Lexa groans. "It's barely even morning, and we have a long day ahead of us. Not to mention that I had a chest tube in yesterday."

"I know, but the higher levels of estrogen in my body are causing increased blood flow to my genitals, which means my clitoris and vagina are…."

"Yes. I get it. You're horny. You could have said that in one word."

I move my tongue back up Lex's shoulder and neck, simultaneously running a hand lightly down her back and over a firm buttock. "The orgasms you gave me last night were exceptionally powerful," I whisper into Lexa's ear.

"Mmm." Lexa smiles, and I knew I had her. "Your pussy was exceptionally wet last night." She replies.

"That's also caused by…."

"Okay, I don't need the scientific explanation for everything." She rolls onto her back. "Let's do this."

I eagerly straddle her and begin grinding against her. "I love you so much," I breathe.

"Mmm. Likewise." Lexa reaches up to touch me, ghosting her fingers lightly over my shoulders and arms, then over my breasts. I know she is extra gentle because of my sore breasts. "Your nipples are a little wet," she remarks, her voice still sleepy.

"I'm already starting to produce a little colostrum," I reply.

"Mmkay. Well, you can tell me more about that when we're not having sex."

Lexa's hands continue their path downwards, over the growing bump underneath my belly button, down to my clit. I cry out at the unusually intense sensation. "I want you inside," I plead. Lexa quickly obliges, and I ride her fingers, gasping with pleasure.

"Lexa, my Cielo, this feels so good," I moan.

"It does," Lexa agrees, gazing up at me adoringly. "I never really get tired of being inside you."

I move harder and faster on Lexa's fingers. "Keep talking."

"About what?"

"Anything. I just want to hear your voice."

"Well, your boobs look huge."

"Do you like them?"

"Honey, I will go to my grave thinking about your boobs." Lexa teases my clit with her thumb, curling her fingers inside of me, the other hand supporting me.

"Oh, Lexa…Lexa…Cielo!" I grip the bedsheets as a body-consuming orgasm rocks me.

"You good for now?" Lexa asks as I collapse onto her, panting.

"Mm-hm. Unless you want me to do you?"

"I'm gonna try to get some sleep. We have a long flight, and who knows what we will have to do in DC." She kisses me and soon drifts off to sleep. I wasn't entirely sated, but after a bit, I can sleep some more.

I wake again a few hours later. I am lying with my face resting on Lexa's bare chest, and Lexa was already awake, just watching me sleep while stroking my hair. "Hello, beautiful."

"Good morning, my horny fiancé."

I turn red and burrow my face into Lexa's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. On top of all the hormones running wild, I'm just so happy that you are back with me. I can't explain it. I can't get enough of you."

Lexa laughs and kisses my temple. "I feel the same way. Do you think we have time…"

I don't let her finish before I crash my lips to hers. We spend the next two hours exploring each other's bodies before taking a quick shower. While getting dressed after showering, I ask Lexa, "What do you know about Dakota and the bad room?"

"Not much. She wouldn't talk the entire time we were gone. It was like I was talking to a brick wall. When I followed Zaria back to the facility, Jasmine was there. I'm not sure what's going on between the two of them either. Anyway, Jasmine said that we couldn't leave Dakota. She said they had her in the 'bad room' and would kill her because they couldn't control her. So Jasmine and I went back inside, and she leads me to a secret room, where I found Kota chained up and drugged. From what Zaria says, Kota was the only one ever taken into that room, which is why she stopped talking. Why?"

"I had a strange conversation with her yesterday before coming to get you. She asked me what was going to happen to her since she wasn't related to you. I told her she had options, but she said that everyone would see her as a broken kid with no family or friends."

"Why did she say that?"

"She wouldn't really talk about it other than to say that they did things to her in that room, including killing her mother. So I think that you should try and talk to her. She looks up to you."

"I'll see what I can do on the flight home. But, first, I need to let her know that she is my family, even if it's not by blood. I see a reflection of my old self in her, and I want to know what they did to her."

Lexa

As I hit the bottom stair at five till ten, Ash tosses me my phone and says, "It's about time you two made it down. Your damn phone has been ringing nonstop."

"Why didn't you just answer it?"

"Not my phone, not my business. Besides, do I look like your secretary?"

"Nope, if I had a secretary, she would look much better than you!" I say with a smile.

Clarke smacks me, "And why would you need a hot secretary when you can't even keep up with your amazing fiancé in the bedroom?"

Ash begins to laugh, "Ohh…she just called you out!"

I cut my eyes at Clarke, "Really? So you want to take her side, in that case, when you wake up to pee in the morning and then get horny, go find Ash and let me sleep."

About that time, Abby walks in the door. "What is all the yelling about?"

I start to speak, but Zaria cuts me off. "Clarke and Lexa are arguing about being horny and having sex."

I cough, and Clarke turns red. I look at Zaria and say, "Gee, thanks, sis!" She just shrugs her shoulders at me.

Abby says, "Girl's boundaries, now load up. Abram is waiting to take us to the plane."

On the ride to the airport, I check my messages. One is the resort checking in to see if we have picked a date for the wedding. And the other five are from Dana at the UFC, asking me to call him.

I call the resort first and let them know that we have decided on a date and when we plan to arrive. I also set up a zoom meeting for Friday with the wedding planner. Next, I call Dana. He answers after the first ring, "Stryker, it's about time. Where the hell have you been? I've been calling for weeks."

"Sorry, we took a spur-of-the-moment camping trip and didn't have cell service. What's up?"

"First, I wanted to let you know your final take on the rematch with Jewel. You made $32,360,000 with the fight of the night and performance of the night bonuses, along with your PPV points and merchandise percentage. Second, Chris Cyborg has been blowing up my phone, wanting to know when I'm going to schedule her to fight you."

"Wow, I can't believe the payout for the fight."

"I know, it seems that you have quite the following, and the pay per view sales were off the charts. Not only that, the confrontation between you and Chris at the fan event has gone viral. Everyone on social media is talking about what a great fight it is going to be. I'm willing to make your fight the main event on the next pay-per-view if you agree to fight her."

"I already told you that I would fight her. I want to shut her up after what she said to Clarke. When and where are you thinking?"

"How about the end of September in Brazil?"

"Nope, can't do it in September. We are getting married on the 18th and taking the week for a honeymoon. There is no way I'm spending my honeymoon training for a fight."

"Understandable. How about mid-November?"

"Hold on a second." I take the phone away from my ear and look at Clarke. "Hey, babe, is it okay to take a fight in mid-October against that asshole Cyborg?"

She replies, "I guess, where?"

"Brazil." She just nods. I put the phone back up to my ear. "Sure, Dana, that will work. I look forward to kicking her ass in front of her home country. I will be in touch next week to firm everything up. Just know that I expect more for the main event pay per view event."

He just laughs, "Kid, if you keep bringing in the money by pissing people off, your payout will never be a problem. Talk soon."

I hang up, and Ash says, "So, what was that about?"

"Remember that asshole, Cyborg? Looks like I will be fighting her as the main event in November. Oh, and my final payout for the fight with Jewel was a little over thirty-two million!"

Everyone's head snaps towards me. Clarke says, "Seriously?"

"Yep. I'll fight Cyborg and then take a year off to spend time with the twins. I should make enough from the fight to sustain us and Abby's research for at least that long. Don't you think?"

Abby says, "Lexa, I think that you could not fight, and we would be just fine with the revenue from Kane's projects and the gene therapy that we are developing."

"Maybe, but I have a score to settle with that bitch, and what could be better than doing it in front of her native country of Brazil."