Last Winter's Moon: Dragon

Clarke scanned the revelers searching for someone she could beg some booze off of. Most of the gonas were dancing, doing their best to impress either Heda or some other lover whom they hoped to woo for the evening. Clarke noticed two female gonas were dancing provocatively. It reminded her of the things she and Lexa had done earlier in the Commander's bed. But she didn't have time to blush. The line between her and Lexa was growing ever shorter. She needed the alcohol and she needed it fast.

Finally, she spotted an old woman sitting at the end of a long table. The woman was swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the beating drums and the humming flutes. Clarke was fairly certain that woman had taken one too many swigs from the jug she held in her lap. As Clarke approached the elder, she noticed that her eyes were glazed over, the woman was blind. It stopped Clarke in her tracks. She knew that the Grounders generally treated such maladies as mutations and banished the suffer from their lands. Clarke wondered how the woman had escaped such a fate. Perhaps she'd lost her eyesight later in life, Clarke mused as she tapped the woman on the shoulder.

Deepening her voice as much as she could, Clarke asked, "Could I borrow your fayawoda?"

"For a kiss, yongun!" The woman turned her puckered lips up to Clarke, "I can still honor Bekka Pramheda if you want to give an old woman a thrill."

"Just the kiss, I have my sights sat of Heda," Clarke reached down and smooched the old lady.

"Don't they all," the aged lady cackled. "But your lips are soft and Heda might take a shine to you. If not, you know where to find me."

"That I do," Clarke grabbed the jug and shook it to make sure there was some alcohol left. She was happy to find that she hadn't kissed the wrinkled mouth for nothing.

Liquor in hand, Clarke marched back into the queue for Heda's attention. A particularly acrobatic gona was dancing for Lexa when Clarke settled in near the end of the line. He bent into a full backbend before lifting his legs into the air and doing a handstand. From the handstand he lowered himself into headstand. Lexa didn't look especially impressed but most people couldn't take their eyes off of him.

"Em pleni," Lexa barked disappointing both the would-be suitor and his admiring audience.

The gona bowed to Heda then scuttled off into the night.

"Yu," Heda pointed at Clarke. "Kom hir,"

Clarke walked toward the Commander with long confident steps. She decided it best to adopt a cocksure attitude. Lexa quirked her lips at Clarke's swagger. She had to hand it to the Skaigirl. She knew how to put on a show.

"Heda," Clarke bent to one knee as she'd seen some of the others do before performing. Lexa moved to the edge of her seat. Clarke was sure that Lexa was about to pull her sash without Clarke getting a chance to perform. Clarke knew that would only arouse suspicion. And that was something she didn't want to do. She shook her head subtly hoping Lexa would catch the cue.

Lexa eyed Clarke curiously. Her green eyes reflected the light of the two braziers that burned on either side of her throne. "Do you have a dance for me?"

"Sha, Heda. The Dragon Dance."

"Well, let's see it, then," Lexa sat back in her throne and waited to see just what Clarke had up her sleeves.

Clarke dug deep back into her memories. She left the jug on the ground near her feet as she stood back up. She started dancing by tossing her head back and forth. The strands of her hair were brown from the shoe polish and they whipped across her face. Soon, her hips joined in the dance gyrating back and forth. Her arms swung in rhythm in front of her. Her whole body seemed caught up in the frenzy. Then suddenly, Clarke reached toward the heavens steepling her hands together high in the air. She then called on her yoga training from gym classes on the Ark. She went into warrior pose extended her arms outward then down to triangle. Coming out of triangle she rushed to the Commander's hut and grabbed one of the torches mounted at the entrance. As she made her way back to Lexa she danced with the torch, swinging it as if it were a sword. It flickered a couple of times from rushing through the wind but it always sputtered back to life. When Clarke took up her position in front of Lexa again, she turned to the gonas to her right and made a motion that they should clear out of her way. All complied. Swiftly Clarke picked up the jug of moonshine and took in a healthy mouthful before spraying it across the top of the torch creating a streaming flame of magnificent fire.

Lexa's eyes went wide. She was half worried that Clarke was going to burn her face off but more that that she was impressed by the woman's daring. The crowd roared and people chanted, "Dragon, dragon!" Emboldened, Clarke looked as if she was going to take another swig of the booze and have another go.

Lexa stood, which brought everything else to a standstill. Clarke turned to face the Commander. Heda walked forward and took the jug from Clarke and the torch. For a minute, Clarke was sure that Lexa was going to blow fire too, if for no other reason than to show that no one was a match for Heda. But Lexa handed the jug and torch off to one of her personal guard. She then stood straight in front of Clarke and fisted her blue sash in her hand and jerked it hard separating it from Clarke's other wardrobe.

People cheered. "Heda has chosen the Dragon! Long live Heda, Long live the Dragon."

Lexa took Clarke's hand and then nothing in the world seemed to exist but the two of them. Heda led her chosen into her hut. Lexa didn't even bother giving Titus a parting glance. Clarke was the only thing on her mind.

Lexa had a bowl of water waiting to wash Clarke up. She dipped a washcloth into the bowl and then wringed it out. She turned to Clarke and tried to wash the kohl tattoo off of Clarke's face. Clarke pushed her hand away. "Leave it."

"Are you sure?"

"I like it. I kind of feel a little invincible right now." Clarke was still soaring on the rush that their little con had actually worked and her blood was still pumping hard from the dancing. "I'm Heda's chosen!"

"Sha, you are, Clarke kom Skaikru, You know you really are like a dragon. You swooped down from the sky and wrought destruction with fire."

Clarke remembered that it was her burning three hundred of Lexa's warriors alive that had actually brought them together in the first place. "Let's not talk of death tonight. Tonight is about living, Lexa. And I want to be alive, in the moment, with you."

"You're right, Clarke. Let's celebrate Bekka. She brought us the chance at life. Let's not waste it." Lexa closed her mouth over Clarke's. Clarke pulled hungrily at Lexa's soft, wet tongue.

'Mmm," Lexa moaned as she broke the kiss. "I just have to know one thing, Clarke. How on Earth did you learn that trick?"

"I didn't learn it on Earth. I learned it on the Ark."

Lexa looked at her incredulously. "I find it hard to believe they had fire breathing classes on the Ark."

"They didn't but we did have televisions and digital files of old TV shows."

"I've read about TV shows but I've never seen one."

"Well, you would like this one. It was called Xena: Warrior Princess. And she was a badass. Sort of like you. You know, she had a little blonde girlfriend too."

"Is that what you are, Clarke? My girlfriend?"

"Tonight, I am," Clarke smiled and pulled Lexa in for another kiss. Lexa let her tongue play leisurely in Clarke's mouth. The moonshine tasted sharp and hot on Clarke's tongue. Lexa decided that Clarke's saliva mixed with the shine was more intoxicating than any fayawade she'd ever drank. She pushed off the heavy armor plate that Clarke wore across her shoulders. Clarke had passed for a male gona more easily than Lexa had thought she would and there was something sexy about Clark all butched up but it was the woman beneath that Lexa ached for. After the armor was gone, Lexa pushed off the outer coat and wasted little time reaching for the hem of Clarke's long sleeve tee.

"We have all night, Lexa," Clarke reminded. She hadn't expected such a frenetic pace and it wasn't that she wasn't hungry for Lexa it was just that their first time had been so rushed that she wanted to savor it this time. They had until morning to enjoy each other's company in complete seclusion. Clarke certainly wanted to enjoy every blessed minute of it. Clarke removed Lexa's ornate headdress and sat it aside.

"I know, it's just. . . Clarke. . . in some ways it feels like I've been waiting forever for you."

"Lexa, I didn't even know I was looking for you." Clarke caressed Lexa's beautiful face and placed a soft, gentle kiss on her lips.

"I had given up my heart for dead and then you walked into my life and upended it. You sent my heart spiraling out of control. And then. . .then I thought that you didn't want me. That you couldn't want me. . .not like I wanted you."

"Lexa, I think I always wanted you. I just didn't understand. I'd never been with a woman so when you kissed me I was surprised. First, by the fact of your desire. Second, by the shock of mine."

Lexa brought her hand up and toyed with Clarke's stained hair. "We have to get this washed out by morning or Titus will know."

"Sha. We will."

When Lexa pulled her fingers back they were smeared with the polish. "But first I want you. I'll try to be more patient this time, Clarke."

"You be how you want to be, Lexa. I didn't mean to discourage you."

"Oh, you haven't, Clarke. Nothing could ever turn me off of you."

Clarke's center flared at Lexa's promise. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you, Lexa. None of the boys I ever cared for ever came close to this."

Lexa untucked the binding that was holding Clarke's breasts in and began unwrapping Clarke's body. "I thought my love for Costia would never be eclipsed. I thought the pain would never go away. I drowned the pain with power. I threw myself into the role of Heda. But then I yearned for you after the Mountain. Cried nights for the loss of you. Chastised myself for my childish, girlish feelings. And then Roan put you before me and I knew that I'd never be over you. I decided after you spit in my face that I would do whatever it took to earn your forgiveness if not your respect."

Lexa finished the final pass of the bandage and Clarke's breasts sat firm and free between them.

Clarke traced a finger along Lexa's jawline and turned the face until the green eyes were locked with her own. "You've earned both, Lexa. And more. I love you, Lexa."

A single tear dripped down Lexa's cheek and her lip trembled. There'd been a time she'd feared that she'd never hear those words from those perfect lips. "And I love you, Clarke. And I want you to be mine, even after tonight. Will you? Will you be mine?"

"I'm already yours, Babe."

"Babe?"

"It's a thing. A term of endearment."

"Like Ai niron" Lexa stated.

"Yes, my love. Just like that."

It was Clarke's turn to lose a salty drop from her own eye. It fell over her mole and lingered on her top lip. Lexa couldn't resist licking it from the sweet mouth. From there, she trailed her kisses down Clarke's throat to the delicious twin apples. She squeezed the fullness of Clarke's breasts as she teased the areola with quick swipes of her tongue before taking the rigid nipple into her mouth.

Clarke arched her back pressing her tit farther into Lexa's hungry mouth.

"Mmm," Clarke moaned at the deliciousness that was the sight of Lexa feasting on her breast.

While she worked Clarke's chest with her mouth she flicked open Clarke's button and slid down the fly of her pants. She inched her hand into the leather.

"Clarke!" She'd never felt a wetter pussy.

"It's what you do to me, Babe."

Lexa grinned. She decided that she kinda liked the ridiculous term of endearment. It sounded both cute and sexy coming from Clarke's sultry voice. "I'm gonna fuck you now, Babe." Lexa inserted her long middle finger into Clarke's narrow well. She hooked her finger and found the soft spongy spot on the back side of Clarke's clit and drew slow tender circles against the ridges.

"Good God, what are you doing?" Clarke panted.

"Well, the goal is to make you come, Clarke."

All Clarke could do was nod and whimper as Lexa continued to play against the tender erogenous zone. When Clarke's knees buckled, Lexa decided it was time to take things to the pallet of furs. She slipped her hand from Clarke's pants.

Clarke's eyes popped open wide. "What, what why'd you stop? Don't stop."

"You're about to fall over," Lexa tried hard not to chuckle."Come to bed, Clarke. And, let's get those boots and pants off of you."

Clarke thought her center was going to explode. She was hot and swollen with desire. She tried to clumsily rip the pants off over the boots.

"Lay down," Lexa ordered.

When Clarke finally laid back on the furs, Lexa unlaced the boots and pulled them off of Clarke and then got rid of the offending pants, as well. "Who's in the hurry, now?" Lexa taunted.

"This is no time to be funny, Lexa. I'm on fire."

"And I am going to keep you that way, Dragon Girl."

"God no, Lexa. I need you to put the fire out."

"I'll see what I can do," Lexa started working the straps and buckles of the ceremonial dress she still wore."

"Let me help you," Clarke sat up and started unlacing the places that Lexa couldn't reach." Within minutes they were both naked and unguarded.

"Spread your legs, Clarke," Lexa moved in between Clarke's thighs and pressed her mound to Clarke's and started bucking and grinding against her lover. The smell of their juices mingling together was an exotic perfume and Lexa thought she could just come from rubbing herself against Clarke but she thought Clarke might need more so she wedged her right hand down between them and let her knuckles rub against Clarke's clit as she moved against her.

I didn't take long for Clarke to start humping frantically. Lexa followed her quickly over the edge. Careful not to collapse on Clarke, Lexa rolled over and pulled Clarke into her loving arms. As she looked up at the thatched roof, Lexa wasn't sure what the future would bring but she knew that Clarke would be by her side to face it.