AN: Alright peeps, this chapter lives up to the rating of this story. You have been warned. As always, I apologize for any mistakes. Enjoy!


Clarke swallowed the uncomfortable lump in her throat that threatened to choke her.

She knew her answer and could tell he knew it as well, but despite the hurt it would inevitably cause, she had to give him her response. "You're a great guy, Anthony." The shine in his eyes faded away, but Clarke tried not to focus on that detail so she could continue. "I can't accept the date, and I'll understand if you would rather not be friends from here on out, but I hope you know I enjoy your company and the discussions we have. You're one of my favorite people to debate with." She added for good measure, but sensed nothing could lighten Anthony's spirits. Not even the soft kiss she placed on his cheek.

The cold air sifted through her fingers when he dropped her hands as gently as he could. He smiled reservedly down at her before he nodded. "I understand." Clarke heard him loud and clear and hoped he really did understand. "I think I'm going to go, but I'll call you later." He pretended to be alright as he looked towards the direction where his car waited for him to aid in his escape. "You're amazing, Clarke. I hope you know that." Anthony left her with that as he walked into the night.

Minutes passed before the blonde could gather the courage to leave her solitary silence for the questioning glances she was sure to find inside.

Raven was the first to greet her as she handed her a drink. "He'll be alright. He's a big boy."

"What?" The brunette's astute observation confounded Clarke. "How did you know I was...that I just…"

The dancer waved a dismissive hand at Clarke before she smiled. "I know everything. Now can you please go get your girl? She hasn't been down since she left seventeen minutes ago."

Clarke shook her head in amazement as she accepted the drink gratefully and made her way towards the stairs.

To the untrained eye, the artist walked unconcernedly through the many different people in her path.

In reality, Clarke strode cautiously towards an ambiguous future that could result in catastrophic failure.

Still, she did not falter as she moved one foot in front of the other to climb in search of the brunette that was cause for her heart's most erratic beats.

It took no time to spot the brunette looking out of the window next to one of the many mirrors in the room. "Hey." Clarke ventured a soft announcement of her presence, but the lack of surprise from the brunette suggested Lexa already knew she was there.

"Hey." Lexa smiled but never tore her eyes from the outside. "Quite the cozy goodbye there, Ms. Griffin. I assume Anthony talked to you."

The blonde shook her head at the already antagonistic tone Lexa guarded herself with. "He did." She figured she would answer truthfully and ignored her instinct to rebut in an equally aggressive manner.

"What did he say?" She pried.

Clarke took a few tentative steps towards the girl before she replied. "He asked me out on a real date."

"I'm not surprised." Lexa responded and shrugged. "I mean I don't blame him."

The room buzzed with an energy unseen, but felt by both. Clarke sighed, frustrated because she could tell they both wanted this, but neither wanted to be the first to take the plunge.

They were silent for a few minutes before Lexa finally turned around to face the blonde. Her back against the window sill and her hands deep in her pockets as she mulled over her next words.

"Can we be honest now?" Clarke asked shyly with a hesitant eyebrow lift before Lexa could talk.

The brunette looked quietly at the artist for several beats before she smirked. "I want to dance." Lexa suggested, not entirely ignoring the girl's question as she found a way to reply. "Let's go."

Clarke was taken back by the girl's forward approach as she took her drink from her to set it down on the vanity. She was even more surprised when she felt the brunette lace their fingers together as she led them downstairs towards the celebration.

It was a feeling unlike any other following Lexa hand in hand into the unknown.

Several eyes landed on the pair as they joined their friends on the dance floor. Raven in particular raised her eyebrows in question before Clarke shrugged to let her know she had no idea what they were doing.

In fact she did have an idea, and she hoped for more than just tonight.

The girls faced each other timidly at first before Lexa dropped their laced hands to pull the blonde closer.

Clarke's heart thrummed in her ears as she felt her friend's hands gripping her hips. She wondered if Lexa could feel the rush from her veins underneath her fingers, and if she felt as titillated as she did.

Almost in response Lexa grinned as she stared avidly at the blonde, her hands pulling her closer before they began to move to the music.

Soon a new song played through the speakers and people sang out loud and bounced to the notes. Clarke beamed from ear to ear as she recognized the song and began to sing along as well. Lexa laughed at the blonde's blithe demeanor, and soon found their faces coming closer during particular lyrics they yelled in excitement to one another.

The A-ha song continued to sound as the crowd roared the chorus, but in a sudden moment of bravado Lexa halted their dancing and smiled. "Let's go." She bellowed over the music at Clarke who still grinned widely.

"Where?" Clarke giggled, feeling young and carefree in Lexa's personal space.

"I don't care." The brunette shrugged and waited anxiously for a response.

Without hesitation Clarke nodded her answer and proceeded to pull Lexa along behind her towards the exit of the building. The brunette smiled almost shyly at the floor as they walked through the crowd, but inside she felt as confident as ever.


They laughed out loud as they walked through Clarke's front door carrying too many boxes of popcorn and several kinds of wine. It had been the blonde's suggestion that they grab some unnecessary junk food and drinks to watch a movie on her couch.

She had been pleasantly surprised when Lexa didn't skip a beat in walking them to her car before they drove off.

Their hands never unlaced, not even as they walked through the small convenience store isles.

Lexa was quick to place the items on the dining table so she could double over in laughter. Clarke watched mesmerized by the sound and expression on her favorite person's face.

"I told you he's not boring." Clarke finally invalidated a previous insult from Lexa. She meant for it to sound sterner than she had delivered it however, and noticed the brunette shaking her head in victory. "Anthony's a good guy." She smiled alluringly at the chuckling girl.

"Fine, he's too tall." She inhaled deeply in an attempt to recover from her bout of laughter.

"Too tall?" Clarke wrinkled her eyebrows displeased. "That's the best you can come up with?" Somehow, and at some point during their drive, the conversation about Anthony had come up. Clarke fought hard to make her case about him being more than the reputation he carried around, while Lexa dismissed every argument with a negative quality he possessed. It was admittedly annoying at first, but eventually Clarke laughed along with the brunette as she realized it was all in jest.

There was a twinkle in Lexa's eyes as she shook her head, a playful smirk on her lips. "He's not me." She finally denounced before she retrieved the wine glasses and a bottle to take with her to the living room.

Clarke stood there with her mouth ajar as she used a hand to steady herself against the back of a chair. Her legs felt weak and her breathing came in short gasps at the comment the brunette had just flung at her so nonchalantly.

When she regained her composure, she made her way towards the sofa where the other girl already sat and waited for her with an outstretched arm that held her drink. They smiled simultaneously as she accepted the glass and sat as close to the girl as she could without appearing desperate or clingy.

Not that Lexa would mind, though. Because as Clarke sat down, the brunette automatically shifted closer and smiled. The butterflies in her stomach gradually shifting lower to other parts of her body and making even her toes tingle with delight.

It was unbelievable the feeling that took over both girls then. They felt so young and almost overwhelmed by the anxiety and anticipation. It was like an uncontrollable energy that generated sparks of desire which neither girl wanted to put out, but still felt the sting of.

By then the alcohol from the party had worn off, and it gave way to the sheer intensity of every wave of adrenaline and raw emotion that washed over them.

They both felt the pull and unfulfilled need for any form of contact, but the hesitancy to proceed was back, and neither girl wanted to rush whatever it was that was growing between them.

Instead, they decided to sit restlessly through the movie Clarke had suggested they watch. The flow of electricity between them never ebbed, and they missed lines of dialogue before they realized more than halfway through that neither one could claim to have paid attention.

It was then that Clarke placed her empty glass on the side table and turned sideways to face the brunette who feigned sudden interest in the movie with a small grin in place. Who cared about rushing or going slow, they had already lived together anyway, she repeated in her head. Anything to help boost her courage.

Lexa felt the pair of blue eyes on her. "Watch the movie, Clarke." She smiled, but never moved to look towards the blonde.

Clarke stirred unnervingly on the sofa as she fought the war that waged in her head and her heart. "I lost interest in the movie a long time ago." She decided to jump head first into the brewing cauldron that was her and Lexa's relationship.

Finally.

There was a small chuckle that escaped the writer's lips before she shot a sideways glance at Clarke. "You picked it, and now you're bored? You must have terrible taste."

The blonde leaned forward to slap playfully at Lexa's shoulder. "Maybe." She smiled and felt a sudden surge of adrenaline and bravery as she tucked a strand of dark brown hair behind the girl's ear. "Maybe not." She inhaled deeply and released a quiet sigh to calm her frantic heart.

The air became thin, and both girls found it difficult to breathe. "Clarke…" Lexa whispered in caution before she turned to face the girl, their eyes mirroring the feelings each felt.

"Yes?" She smiled, but her eyelashes covered her blues as they analyzed every twitch of Lexa's lips, leaving the brunette without a clear glimpse into the girl's thoughts.

"If you keep touching my ear like that I will not be held responsible for what could happen next." Lexa whispered again, but the clear hint of desire echoed even in the hushed words that flowed from her mouth.

Clarke ceased her movements as she realized she had been mindlessly caressing the outer shell of Lexa's ear. She wasn't sorry though, and she didn't apologize. "Are we being honest now?" She opened up the discussion from before, the one that the writer had tabled when she led them towards the dance floor and away from the inevitable conversation that awaited them.

Lexa nodded slowly and swallowed before she proceeded to give her thoughts a voice. "I want to kiss you." She replied unreservedly after some time.

"How long have you been waiting to tell me that?" Clarke played with the girl's hair again, barely avoiding her ear.

The brunette shrugged. "Too long." Lexa finally replied before she swallowed the lump in her throat. She had no further reservations, and her self-control diminished to less than zero as she licked her lips in preparation.

Finally.

Her body moved on its own as her head craned forward eagerly to claim the lips she had for so long thought about, and when she finally had a taste of them it was better than she imagined. Nothing could have compared to the reality of her lips moving impatiently and in sync with Clarke's satin ones.

The sounds of the movie were white noise and understandably forgotten as they focused instead on the soft sighs of desire escaping their parted lips every time they adjusted angles. Because there was no way that a soft gentle kiss could discharge the tension they had been dancing around with for the past few months.

It was that fire which had stemmed from their budding friendship that had both Clarke and Lexa panting as they sought to get closer, desperately so.

Their lips moved hungrily over swollen flesh and in between teeth before Lexa pressed her tongue past the barriers of Clarke's mouth, unchallenged.

A sigh escaped one of them, if not both of them, as the brunette tasted the wine and barely there hint of whiskey with a gratifying moan. She felt the urgency in the way Clarke pulled her closer and allowed her to delve deeper, taking her own turns to explore her mouth with equal fervor and matching moans of appreciation. So when she felt Clarke pull back as she moved to bring her onto her body, she was surprised, worried even.

They broke apart, breathing heavily as Lexa searched feverishly for any hint of regret written on Clarke's features. The blonde smiled ruefully in return with a small shake of her head. "Not here." She smiled languorously before standing, however steadily she could, and offered her hand to the girl.

Hearts beat violently as they attempted to recover from the small traces of oxygen they had been allowed, and when they made it to Clarke's bedroom, the recovery was short-lived.

Clarke initiated a quick exchange of ardent kisses before she walked the brunette to the foot of her bed. They smiled at one another and simultaneously exhaled because they knew there was no going back. Not that either one would consider that an option anymore.

They stood rooted in place, a short-lived moment of uncertainty transpired, but only because they were equally unsure about the disrobing protocol. And when they both asked the question silently and couldn't believe their identical thinking process, they laughed together. "I have a feeling clothes would have been the last thought on our minds had we continued this on your couch." Lexa commented hoarsely, her mouth still swollen and her throat still dry from their intense kissing.

The blonde shook her head and a light-hearted laugh escaped her mouth. "And miss out on this? Never." She smiled at Lexa's nervous laugh and began a seductive decent of fingers on buttons as she worked on Lexa's blouse. Clarke's eyes moved from the girl's green ones towards the body she was revealing as she dropped the fabric from her smooth shoulders. She swallowed the anticipation as she traced the brunette's shoulders and neck and her defined collar bone with curious fingertips.

Lexa gasped for air at the sensation, and hoped that Clarke had missed it.

There was no way she had, especially not as she saw the quick rise of her shoulders with the sharp intake.

"You're beautiful." Clarke spoke as she allowed her eyes to continue their downward decent as the pads of her fingers skimmed over the tops of Lexa's covered breasts, feeling how soft her skin was. Her eyes paused momentarily on the brunette's toned stomach and small navel just before they continued to the button on her dress slacks.

Neither girl missed the shiver that ran down Lexa's body then, the tiny bumps visible on her skin as a result.

"So are you." Lexa shook off the prickled skin and moved to cup Clarke's face, bringing her close to press their lips together. She knew she was impeding the girl's mission of undressing her, but she grew desperate and anxious for her mouth then, all else would have to wait.

Clarke smiled into the wet kiss, but before either one could deepen it, she pulled back with a groan. "Wow. Ok." She exhaled the energy of their lip exchange before grasping the top of Lexa's trousers and opening the button. Quickly she pulled on the zipper and began to move the article off of the girl's hips before strong hands caught onto her wrists.

There was a fraction of second where Clarke felt nervous about her actions, unsure whether she had overstepped or pushed too soon, but Lexa's tender look reassured her everything was alright.

"Turn around." Lexa urged in a pleading tone that had Clarke complying unhesitatingly. The blonde's own breath caught in her throat when she heard the zipper of her dress unclicking on it's decent to reveal her bare back and black underwear.

A sudden moment of panic washed over her as she failed to recall whether she had chosen to wear a pair suitable for the occasion.

Little did she know Lexa could care less as her eyes wrote invisible words on her skin to describe the smoothness she felt with her fingers. Her mouth closed and she swallowed hard as she moved her fingers down Clarke's spine and to the slope of her lower back. The dip of it driving Lexa over the edge with eagerness at what she knew was coming next. Black lace, black silk, black cotton, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the way the fabric fit snuggly over the rounded skin that all too soon was partially obstructed by the dress.

Lexa almost groaned disapprovingly.

She might have had Clarke not spun around slowly to smile awkwardly, still self-conscious about something as trivial as underwear. "Ready?" Clarke questioned with a shy smile.

The brunette nodded in response as she began to remove her bra. She felt it was only fair to be evenly undressed to alleviate any insecurity that might surface. "Are you sure?" Lexa asked and smiled at Clarke's agitated headshake.

"Now you ask?" The blonde teased.

"I had to make sure." Lexa grinned. "And just so you know Clarke, we don't have to do this. I want to, I really want to, but I can wait. I've waited this long just to kiss you. What is another day for more?" She looked earnestly at the girl in front of her.

Clarke stared back in awe. Lexa had basically admitted to having held back her feelings. For how long? As long as she had? Longer? "I think we've both waited long enough don't you?" She replied with a loving smile, disclosing her feelings as well.

A moment of silence overcame them as their clothing fell to the floor in swift fluid movements. Any remnants of uncertainty disappeared when they drank in each other's almost nude figures, transfixed by the beauty they saw in each other.

The familiar feeling of butterflies invaded Lexa's abdomen before she grinned at Clarke. She wanted to reach out and touch her, she wanted to pull her in and kiss her, she wanted everything all at once, but she wanted to be mindful of their first time.

Of Clarke's first time. Because she suspected, and gathered as much from previous small conversations about past relationships, that the blonde had never been with a girl, and Lexa wanted to make sure she felt as comfortable and as valued as she should be.

Luckily for her, Clarke took it upon herself to make the first move. Slowly she walked Lexa back, her fingers soft as they commanded her body to sit on the edge of the bed. She smiled down at her and allowed them both a moment to breathe before she gracefully moved to straddle her, her knees pressed tightly against Lexa's hips.

Contented sighs echoed in the bedroom as they felt the feeling of skin on skin for the first time.

It was surprising to Clarke how they could move so slow, enjoying every caress, given the fact that her body was on fire and could feel the tremble in Lexa's own.

They managed to partake in a gentle exploration of bare backs and exposed clavicles as open palms ran the length of skin without haste.

Lexa found herself drawn repeatedly to the warmth between Clarke's breasts, using her nose to caress the soft skin before running her lips over the swells in barely-there kisses. Her hands held tightly onto the girl as they moved up and down her back and around her hips just above the only garment that still covered her.

She heard the moan that escaped the girl above her when her fingers grazed her sides; the move erected a field of tiny bumps on once soft pale skin. Lexa smiled up at the blonde, her eyes were closed with her head tilted just enough to expose her throat. It was a no-brainer for the brunette as she reached up with her right hand firmly behind Clarke's neck to move her throat closer to her lips.

Clarke inhaled deeply as she felt Lexa's mouth trace the column of her throat. The particular sensation sent her into a desperate circling of her hips to quell the yearning between her legs. She exhaled almost urgently when she ground herself against the brunette in search of more of the same sensation, but ironically the more she moved the less satisfied she became.

To allow herself a minute to compose her ardent and growing need for Lexa, Clarke ran her own fingers through Lexa's hair, over her ears, and down to her cheeks. There, she held the brunette captive as she continued to explore her throat before pulling her back slowly so she could kiss her.

They shared another breathtaking kiss, dueling with lips and teeth and tongues before Clarke decided it was time to do more. To see more, and feel more.

So the blonde slowed the kiss, turning it into a deep caress of Lexa's full lips with her own rather than a battle for domination while she leaned forward to push the brunette back into the mattress.

Her mouth never dithered, not even as she realigned herself with the girl's lower half to keep the contact ever present. And the firmness with which Lexa's fingers held her hips down, guiding her to sway just a bit that way and a bit back, made Clarke want to remove all barriers as soon as possible.

Before she could take any further action though, she felt Lexa move underneath her as she brought her arms up to wrap around her back, bringing the blonde down to her and their naked chests together.

Almost immediately pants of pleasure rushed out of their busy mouths and into the dimly lit space of the room. Both girls could hardly restrict their hands to curves and flat smoothness. Lexa's hands in particular were restless and without recourse.

"You're so good at that." Clarke breathed in between a biting of lips, referring to the way Lexa overloaded her senses with desirous kisses and tender caresses along her spine, sides, and neck.

The blonde sighed and savored every new caress from the brunette's fingers and lips.

Lexa grinned and their kissing became sloppy as the blonde insisted on pecking while the brunette smiled, placing awkward kisses on her teeth. The rhythm they had successfully moved to now off beat.

Yet the moment itself was not awkward as they both broke apart to breathe heavily and laugh.

"I'm sorry." Clarke apologized with a bashful grin as she recollected herself and moved to roll Lexa over her. "Where were we?" She asked before taking the brunette's lips in a bruising kiss once again. Her teeth marking Lexa's fuller bottom lip before soothing it with her own.

There were no further exchanges of laughter as Lexa gave herself fully over to Clarke. All that was heard were moans and sighs as the brunette moved her lips away from Clarke's mouth and to her neck. She sucked hard on the tendon there and smiled when she felt a shiver shake them both. It was when she felt she had explored the hollow of her neck sufficiently that Lexa moved further down, dragging her fingertips along Clarke's breasts while she lifted herself on her knees for better access to the rest of the blonde's body.

When she opened her mouth to take in a pert nipple, Lexa hummed in realization that not only did she leave the party with the most beautiful girl there, but she was actually in the process of worshiping her body as well.

It was amazing, and they had yet to get to the best parts of the night.

Lexa continued to indulge in the blonde's generous assets of her chest as she felt them rise and fall from her mouth. Clarke's breathing became erratic and her hands desperately entangled themselves in the brown strands of Lexa's wavy hair.

It was barely audible, but the brunette swore she heard the girl mumble her name as she squirmed beneath her. The sound registered and drove Lexa further south, licking a small trail down the center of her abdomen and dipping into her belly button. She realized that probably did nothing for anyone, but when she got no negative response in return, Lexa decided to gently bite on the fleshy rim before kissing it soothingly.

Clarke squirmed some more before she huffed out in frustration and grabbed Lexa's hands to guide them towards the elastic of her under garment. The brunette was taken back by the sudden command and grinned against soft skin before she obeyed by ridding the girl of the fabric, albeit at a torturously slow pace. She was about to head for her main focus after having decorated Clarke's inner thighs with kisses, but a shift in the mattress pulled her focus towards the blue eyes that looked down at her.

The blonde leaned forward to pull Lexa up towards her. Her hands framing the face she was getting more and more…in like with. "Later. I promise." She murmured, unmistakably agitated and in need of instant gratification.

Lexa nodded in understanding and allowed to be pulled in for a hungry devouring of lips. She got caught unprepared, her mind focused on the shifting of her tongue and the battle of lips, when Clarke pushed her to the side to roll them over and take charge. She fit her hips between Lexa's legs and settled there with a grin in place.

It was her turn to make Lexa writhe in burning anticipation for a while, and the devious gleam in her eye made the brunette groan, accepting the payback.

Clarke smiled and wasted no time in closing her teeth lightly around the brunette's earlobe, not missing the shiver and exhale that took over the girl. Expertly she moved waves of brown to the side and proceeded to lick and kiss from ear to clavicle. She blew softly on the wet trail her mouth had painted to cool Lexa's already fiery flesh.

She grinned in victory at the goose bump flesh and found even more drive to move to Lexa's breasts. There she alternated between palming each one firmly and sucking on every inch of skin. It was no surprise that the brunette enjoyed the ministrations as much as Clarke had. And she allowed herself one more round before kissing each peak and moving down.

Lexa's toned stomach made Clarke swallow almost embarrassingly, and she hoped the girl had not seen her reaction before she moved to trace the muscles with her fingers. She kissed each lightly defined square of Lexa's abs as she moved her fingers down and into the dip of her hipbones.

Her mission was unexpectedly halted when Lexa hissed and shied away from her touch.

She looked up with concern and waited for the brunette to explain. Lexa shook her head and opened her heavy-lidded eyes to look down at the blonde. "Sorry. That tickled." She smiled coyly before shrugging apologetically.

After a few seconds of sharing an amazed glance with her, Clarke shook her head in response. "Not to worry. There are other places to touch." She winked before they both nodded in agreement.

There was no actual rush, time could fly or stand still all the same, but the yearning that coursed through their bodies and settled between their legs had Clarke precipitously pulling on Lexa's underwear.

They were finally entirely exposed for one another, and Lexa groaned when the blonde moved to straddle her. Their heats so close it nearly made them combust in pleasure.

"Oh my god." Clarke panted as she rocked her hips using her hands on the brunette's chest for leverage.

It was unlike anything Clarke had ever experienced before. The softness of each other, the heat they created with the friction, it was something that the blonde took to engraving in her mind forever. She quickly decided that nothing else would compare to this first time with Lexa, and she smiled in realization of how immense the moment actually was to her. For both of them, she hoped.

Releasing another groan of approval Lexa nodded. "Yeah." She huffed on the near brink of embarrassment. It hadn't been that long since she was last intimate with someone, but she could say without a doubt that it had not been with anyone who seeped into every pore of her body straight into her most basic cells. Clarke was driving her mad from the inside out, and there was nothing that could make Lexa want it any other way.

So, the brunette allowed Clarke to move over her some more, occasionally leading her tempo with firm hands at her sides. In spite of the calling inside that begged her for more.

More touching. More kissing. More licking. Just more.

And the voice inside of her kept chanting for just that until Lexa's control broke and she lifted up to kiss Clarke deeply. She was grateful that even in their current position the blonde never stopped moving, only pushing harder against her as she enveloped the brunette with her arms and kissed her back with as much urgency.

Still, they could feel in each other that the hunger had yet to be fed. That's when Clarke, without parting her lips from Lexa's, coaxed the brunette to bend a knee so she could move one leg under hers, and fully unite their aching centers.

A throaty moan broke free when one of them pulled back to gasp for air. They couldn't tell who did which and neither one cared as a sudden wave of euphoria swallowed them both.

"You're so warm." Clarke breathed out, feeling marginally apprehensive about her inexperience. She was not a vocal lover, but something told her she was free to say what she felt with Lexa, so she didn't hold back.

Lexa, on the other hand, was having a great difficulty with words. Only air escaped through her gritted teeth, her brain unable to formulate much of a thought to articulate. She fought the haze and finally nodded at Clarke. "You're so soft." She exhaled as if the three words had been a marathon her tongue could barely finish.

Clarke almost moaned loudly when their velvety movements created an overwhelming wave of pleasure, but she quieted it with a hard bite of her lip before she moved towards Lexa's mouth. "God, Lexa…" she mumbled in the brunette's space, mere centimeters from her lips, unable to finish her thought.

The feeling of being consumed by fire became more intense as Clarke continued to gyrate, not allowing either of them to breathe freely as she held Lexa firmly in place and kissed her chaotically. Pants and moans bounced off the walls around them, providing them with earfuls of approvals and pleas neither wanted to tune out.

Lexa released her hold on Clarke's enthusiastic hips and began to squeeze and mold every inch of her skin in her hands, from her sides and hips to her breasts, nothing was untouched or ignored as she met each twist of the blonde's riding movements with extreme fervor.

They nearly lost their rhythm when Clarke's body jumped at the sudden feeling of Lexa's fingers on her hypersensitive bud. Lexa would not allow that to happen though, and she kept them moving in sync as she worked her thumb over the bundle of nerves whenever their movements would permit her access.

Clarke suddenly broke their kiss, taking the extra oxygen to fill her burning lungs and pacify her racing heart. She had no idea how Lexa could focus on her so keenly when she lacked the capacity to concentrate on anything else besides her continued undulating, and the overload on her nerves that was leading her to her impending end.

Lexa breathed heavily and closed her eyes against the cramping in her hand from the repeated movement and awkward angle. Still, she didn't hesitate or stop as she made it her goal to completely satisfy the writhing girl in her arms. Even if it meant they didn't go over the edge together. There would be more opportunities for that. There was no way she would ever let Clarke go. Not now. Not ever.

She caught herself moaning out loud as Clarke sucked hard on the spot where her shoulder and neck met. The feeling that she was close and nearly there with the blonde making her move faster against her.

It took little after that to bring Clarke to her climax with a rapturous moan and her head thrown back, grasping at Lexa's skin, the wall, anything that could keep her from toppling over and off of her brunette.

They panted together as weakened hands held onto bodies to keep them connected for just a bit longer, because the feeling was too good to let die just yet. They were warm, they were slick- from chests to legs, and it all felt amazing.

Eventually their desperate breathing slowed to deep inhales and exhales and Lexa finally moved to break the connection, however disappointed she was at the loss of heat, so they could lay down facing each other.

Clarke breathed contentedly with closed eyes. She almost purred when she felt Lexa move matted strands of blonde off of her glistening face. There was no fighting it as she smiled and enjoyed the way the brunette stroked her cheeks.

"Wow." She finally managed to say although her throat was dry from all of her heavy gasping.

Lexa smiled drowsily and sighed. "I know." She sighed again. "You were great."

"Me? My toes are still numb." They laughed softly at the comment. "I want to do it again." Clarke admitted excitedly.

"We will." Lexa nodded and closed her eyes.

"Wait, did you?" Clarke's eyes shot open at the sudden realization that Lexa had not had the same ending as she. The brunette's needs selfishly forgotten in the midst of her mind-numbing orgasm. "I'm so sorry, Lexa." She apologized sincerely for the lack of attention she felt she was guilty of.

The brunette shook her head in response and smiled. "Don't worry about it, Clarke. There will be time for that." She opened her eyes to meet the blues that stared back at her in apology, and kissed her.

Damn right. There was no way Clarke was letting this brunette slip through her fingers. Not now that she knew they were compatible both emotionally and physically. "Yes there will be." Clarke nodded in between kisses as she rolled Lexa on her back and moved her hand down to the girl's sodden heat. They both groaned at the feeling as she forwent slow and gentle to sink two fingers into her.

TBC…

Yay! We officially have Clexa! It took them long enough to do something about their feelings. Poor Anthony, but I feel he could be happier elsewhere. I know some of you agree! Oh, can anyone guess the song that Clexa was singing along to at the Tassels party? So, our girls moved right into what they felt, but I have a feeling we might get to see some cute sappiness in the coming chapters. Who's down for that? Stick around! Thanks for reading.