Longing

Clarke

Clarke took a second to process the events of the past week. She had been moved to nicer quarters, had no more bars or guards within arms reach, and was being treated with respect by a few of Lexa's people. Failing to follow through with Prince Roans offer was a standout moment as well. She tried to kill Heda, but couldn't find her in Lexa's eyes. The second Lexa looked at her the way she did; correction, the way she always did, the rage inside her shattered and she was right back where she started. Lexa's look of longing accompanied with what sounded like a genuine apology and invitation to safely leave the Capital pushed all the right buttons. Suddenly, Clarke felt more fearful than rageful. She told herself she was afraid for her people, but knew there was more. She was unwilling to leave SkyCru fate to Heda and she did not want to leave Lexa. Keeping an enemy close was a smart strategy; the key was figuring out whether Lexa was an enemy. When she dropped to her knees and pledged fealty, Clarke felt the scales tip.

Lexa

Lexa turned to leave. Bowing before Clarke and swearing fealty was something she knew she wanted to do yet it opened her up to a type of vulnerability she hadn't any idea how to process. She was literally in uncharted emotional territory.

"Wait," she heard Clark whisper.

Lexa met the request and slowly turned. Her breath hitched as Clarke confidently stepped into her personal space. This was exactly what she wanted and she knew her eyes showed every emotion her heart could no longer hide. She looked deeply into Clarke's crystalline blue eyes and cherished the way they, like her own, revealed inner truths.

The tenderness and throaty desire she heard in Clarke's voice awoke every molecule in her being-from flesh to essence. Her heart raced. In that instant she knew she'd fallen deeper. She felt her knees grow week as Clarke closed the gap between them entirely. Melting into the softness of the blonde's hand as it gently palmed the side of her face was the easiest thing she'd done in her entire lifetime. She simply let go and surrendered to the sensation.

The second Lexa felt Clarke's lips on hers she knew she was done. There was nothing in this life that meant more to her. Nothing. Not even long-term strategies to rule the coalition, for which she'd been groomed since birth.

Honey. Lexa swore she tasted honey on Clarke's lips. It reminded her of their first kiss. She tasted the sweet nectar back then too. They'd been through so much since then. So much. For one split second she felt afraid. Losing Clarke was nearly impossible for her to survive and that was before they had sex. How would she feel if she lost her again, especially if this was the moment their mutual desire for each other was confirmed in earnest?

Lexa stopped her thought. Now wasn't the time for fear. Now was a time for gratification. She had a hunger that needed to be satiated and craved more of Clarke's sweetness. She lightly ran her tongue along the underside of the blonde's bottom lip. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when Clarke responded with a throaty moan. She sought an invitation to taste other areas of Clarke's gorgeous mouth and used the tip of her tongue to seductively seek permission. The second it was granted, she explored every inch of Clarke's warm soft entrance, memorizing each sensation; paying close attention to the heat growing between their bodies and the urgency of Clarke's touch.

Liquid lightening coursed though Lexa's veins as her soon to be lover walked them backward toward the bed. It occurred to her that she was being unusually submissive; she truly wanted to give to Clarke whatever Clarke desired. If in this moment Clarke wanted to dominate, Lexa would let her.

Clarke's kisses were becoming more and more assertive and Lexa's id snapped into gear. She hastily began to remove her armor. Clarke assisted then turned toward her own. Within seconds they were both naked, fully exposed, and starving with need.

Seeing Clarke stripped of all her protective clothing not only heightened Lexa's sexual longings, it gratified her mind. In that moment, neither she nor Clarke held respective titles; everything was base and primal. They were two women who desired the company and affection of the other. The blonde's fantastic curves, full breasts, and strong muscular frame captivated Lexa. In fantasy, she'd examined every inch of Clarke's warrioress figure, time and time again, and was pleased to find that her mind's-eye had sold her short. Clarke had the body of a Goddess and no conjured image could paint a picture as magnificent as the real thing.

Lexa acquiesced, as Clarke used force to disappear the remaining final step between them and the bed. The first trickle of wetness seeped from her body as Clarke's mouth broke free to traveling down the side of her neck then take station at her breast. She heard herself, as if from above, cry out in pleasure as Clarke suckled one nipple at a time, repeating the action twice more before moving into a prayer like position between her long lean thighs. Clarke gently, but assertively lifted one of Lexa's legs over her shoulder then ran her fingers up and down it paying close attention to the muscular definition before kissing a trail up the inside of her thigh, exploiting every sensitivity.

Being prepared for a moment was something Lexa was particularly good at. This type of moment, however, was not something she knew how to prepare for. The sensation of Clarke taking control and offering pleasure stunned her. She took a deep breath and tried to relax knowing within seconds Clarke's hot wet mouth would swallow her whole. As one might expect, Clarke did not disappoint.

The first swipe of Clarke's tongue caused every nerve in Lexa's already swollen clit to ignite. Her core shot off the bed as a mixture of blood and electricity charged to the most sensitive part of her body. She tried to ignored the needling sensations, but couldn't. It was shockingly painful. Months of unrequited desire and longing were finally having their say, terrorizing her nervous system, and overwhelming her senses.

Lexa was beyond grateful to realize Clarke sensed her state and provided a moment to acclimate. She breathed deeply whilst Clarke raked her teeth over her hipbone then placed a hand over her flat muscular stomach and gently eased her bottom back onto the bed. She then administered long slow series of tender strokes by reaching up to the side of Lexa's face, cupping it as she'd done earlier, then firmly raking her fingers over Lexa's throat, breast, stomach and pelvic area. It was an act of grounding, not just the body, but also the energy within. Clarke did this twice more before revisiting Lexa's swollen nub. Instead of moving right in with her veracious appetite, like she had before, she placed her palm firmly over Lexa's sex, giving her body a chance to adjust to the sensation. She increased the pressure incrementally whilst moving her palm in a circular pattern. By the time she brought her mouth back to Lexa's throbbing clit, she was ready; ready to take everything Clarke offered, ready to be devoured.

Each sensation, each ministration; from the way Clarke alternated between lightly licking the most sensitive peak to assertively gumming it then suckling it hard for long periods of time before releasing was captivating. Lexa yielded openly to Clark's every movement, moaning uncontrollably as her lover slid long fingers through slippery folds, spreading wetness everywhere, preparing for every possibility.

Lexa's orgasm started far more quickly then she'd expected. She wanted to delay, but couldn't stop herself from coming. She tried deep breathing, but the sound of her own ragged gasps and Clarke's throaty moans only enhanced what was clearly happening. She was coming undone. She screamed so loud she feared her guards would come to the rescue. She shoved the thought aside and focused on the way Clarke prolonged her release by stilling herself during Lexa's first lament then slowing her attentions and coaxing a refrain of spasms and tremors with small calculated laps and suckles. Clarke knew exactly when to release Lexa's protruding clit from her mouth. She did so with grace, causing only the slightest convulsion, then assertively moved their bodies in such a way that the end outcome was the two warrioresses sitting face-to-face, Clarke below, Lexa above. Each had clear access to the other's eyes, necks, breasts, and openings.

Lexa seized the opportunity to look deeply into Clarke's eyes. Her orgasm had weakened her, but she had so much more to give. She kissed the blonde Goddess gently before sliding her hand toward her sex. A throaty growl filled her ears as Clarke quickly halted her descent by grabbing hold of her wrist and holding it tightly. She had only a millisecond to consider whether Clarke was open to touch before being distracted by the sensation of the curvaceous blonde entering her. Instantly and instinctively, she ground down, slipping her hand free from Clarke's grasp and wrapping both arms around her curvaceous lover, digging her nails in enough to communicate consent and power.

Clarke's thrusting was perfect, just the right amount of penetration and the perfect amount of force. Lexa's eyes slammed shut and head rolled back with the arrival of the second and third finger. She spread her legs wider eliciting deeper penetration. She undulated and matched every thrust; resuming eye contact the second Clarke whispered her name.

Timing was truly Clarke's thing because the way she moved combined with when she moved literally caused Lexa's body to shutter uncontrollably. She prepared for another full on release, one that ultimately shook her from head to toe. As she came, her thighs involuntarily straightened and she ended up sitting on her knees, winding up in the same position she was during her fealty vow. She pressed the side of Clarke's face to her breast and knelt there motionless, feeling a sensation she could only describe as peace; something she rarely, if ever, felt.

Clarke

Clarke listened to the sound of Lexa's heart pounding in her chest. She reciprocated her lithe lover's firm embrace and enjoyed the closeness. She contemplated the sex they just had and how it began and ended with Lexa's vow. Sex with Lexa was not part of her plan. In fact, she had promised herself she would not reunite with Lexa romantically unless she was absolutely sure she could trust her again, and even then she wasn't sure an intimate relationship was wise. Over the past six months, she'd seen both sides of Lexa and knew she could only love one.

Clarke's trust would need to be earned with actions. Lexa "words" were never going to be enough. She believe this right up until the moment Lexa dropped to her knees and swore fealty. Lexa's vow was so profound and sincere that Clarke felt her stance weaken. Never in her lifetime would she have imagined Lexa so vulnerable, so open. It was a euphoric aphrodisiac that touched her deeply.

Now here she was entangled in arms and legs, the delicate earthy taste of Lexa's orgasm on her tongue, hands, thighs and face, sweat pooling and cooling at the base of her neck, face pressed against her lovers breast, holding her up while steadying herself, knees bent, emotions surfacing, remembering the sincerity of Lexa's promise to never again betray her.

Clarke wasn't ready for Lexa to pull away and ease their bodies down onto the bed with the level of seductive prowess she presented. Her head started swimming. She was grateful Lexa had moved their bodies in such a way that each were lying on their sides, face-to-face, however. She wasn't sure she could give of herself the way Lexa just had and was glad she wasn't underneath her trying to make sense of how an impulsive decision asking her to stay after an emotional fealty vow led to this.

Clarke felt vulnerable and wasn't sure her emotional state was strong enough to be so open. Three months in the woods helped her heal some but not fully. She was about to say something when Lexa distracted her by running her fingertips along the curve of her thigh, over her hipbone, across her belly then up the side of her arm before weaving her long lean fingers through golden tresses, pushing back a thick handful of locks exposing tender portions of a neck and ear. Her breath hitched when Lexa moved in and kissed the newly uncovered porcelain-like flesh. The heat of Lexa's breath on her skin incited an involuntary shudder. She welcomed the brown haired beauties soft tender kisses and exploratory tongue. She felt blood rush to her cheeks when she heard Lexa whisper, "You have the most beautiful body of anyone I've ever known, Clarke Cum SkyCrew." She panicked when Lexa moved stealthily toward the curve of her hip and began kissing it gently. She stiffened when her lover attempted to ease her onto her back. She fought back a tear when Lexa whispered, "Are you okay?"

Clarke nodded, but didn't elaborate. She knew she didn't want to give all of herself just yet, but wasn't ready to explain why. Letting Lexa in again scared her. She needed to keep at least one part of herself to herself until she was truly sure Lexa meant what she said in her vows. Time would tell and for right now the passion that they shared in the hours earlier needed to be enough. Tomorrow might be different, but in this moment, she had given everything she could.

Clarke appreciated the way Lexa instinctively understood the inner workings of her mind. A sense of relief surged through her when she heard Lexa compassionately rasp, "It's okay, Clarke. You take as much time as you need."

Niylah (Three Days after Clarke was Captured)

It had been upwards of 90 hours since Niylah did anything other than read, sleep, or eat. She was grateful to her father for insisting she spend time away from the shop to heal. She ached to be alone with her thoughts and her mother's journal. She also needed time to process something she'd overheard a guard say. "Wanheda was captured by the Commander, not the Ice Queen. She's being held at the Capital. Prince Roan is there as well.

The second Niylah heard the words, she wanted to scream. She brashly asked the guard to repeat himself. Her heart leaped into her throat as he confirmed. A squeal inside her tried to escape, but she captured it before it could reach the ears of another. As elated as she was to hear Clarke was alive, it was impossible to rejoice in earnest. The idea of her one time lover being held captive tore at her soul. One night of intimacy confirmed what she already knew; Clarke could not be caged. She was too primal (bordering on feral) to allow such a thing to happen. Surely, she would escape. No one could hold Wanheda in captivity.

Niylah's guts wrenched imagining what Clarke might be going though. She wished she could help her and searched her mother's pages for something that might be of use. She went over and over in her mind everything she knew about Clarke and how it could apply to her mother's lessons and the power hidden in their bloodline.

It was impossible to run a Trading Post and not hear bits and pieces of rumor and innuendo. By the time Niylah had met the Sky People's Commander, she had already heard countless tales of how she and Heda had formed an alliance; an alliance her army questioned at every turn. Sky People were responsible for the Ring of Fire after all.

Rumor also had it that a number of Heda's top ranked officials believed she was being misled and had planned to imprison her during the great battle. Once she was captive, they were set to overrule her orders and obliterate Mountain and Sky People-using Sky People technology and brute force. But, when the actual battle took place, Lexa's men didn't have to imprison her, for it was she who betrayed the Sky People and broke the alliance. She played it off as if it were her plan from the start. Her cunningness restored their trust.

No one Niylah traded with seemed to question Heda's decisions. How could they? She saved their people, time and time again, most recently from the bleeding tanks. People did have questions about Wanheda, however. What would become of her? Would she return to the Sky People and seek revenge on Grounders? Would she go after their Commander?

The Ice Queen wasn't the only person to believe Wanheda could absorb the powers of every person, being, or animal whose life she stole. People of all walks of life believed this to be true. What fed the fear was the fact that Wanheda had been a Commander in the past and one with weaponry and the ruthlessness it takes to invoke mass casualty. If she possessed the power to annihilate countless numbers of people before becoming Wanheda, what was next? Where would she set her sites? These thoughts were accompanied by another Niylah found fascinating. As much as people feared Wanheda, they had compassion for her; it was like a sense of loyalty. And why wouldn't they? She single handedly ended the reaping.

By the time Niylah actually met Wanheda, she had developed a certain amount of awe and compassion for her as well. Her powers were obvious the instant she walked through the door. Niylah's first thoughts were 1) the Commander met her match and 2) it was too bad the alliance was broken. The following thoughts went like this: Wanheda is clearly an amazing hunter; Wanheda is obviously an incredibly intelligent woman, by Gods she's beautiful; she seems like she's in a lot of emotional pain right now; by Gods she has an amazing voice; she has no idea I know her true identity; and she thinks I don't see her look at me, but I do.

The second time, Niylah met Wanheda she decided there was no way she was a ruthless woman before coming to this planet. Her kills were too clean. None of the animals she brought for curing suffered. None. It was obvious by state of their carcass. They bled out instantly. The second visit was far too short, however. Niylah had wanted more time with Wanheda, but she was in and out like a flash. Something must have spooked her because just like that she was gone and Niylah lost the chance analyze the sadness hovering around the warrior woman.

At some point between the first and second visit, Niylah realized she couldn't accept the idea that the woman she met was one hundred percent Wanheda. There was something more going on. She was Clarke, leader of the Sky People, she was Wanheda, Queen of Death, and she was a woman who seemed to be going through something painful. To some, the three might be one in the same, but not to her. She saw things differently and wanted to know all aspects of the great hunter woman. She wanted to know Clarke, where she'd come from, and how she defeated the Mountain. She wanted to ask Wanheda questions that could help her better understand her mother's death. And, she wanted to know the woman inside; the woman who was guarded yet so clearly seeking some form of contact.

The second Niylah realized she was once again lost in memories of Clarke; she became frustrated. Distraction like this had happened a lot over the past three days. Thoughts of her one time lover were starting to consume her. She sighed loudly, picked up her journal and tried again to read. The words wouldn't sink in. There was no use. Thoughts of Clarke had appeared and weren't leaving until they had their due. She surrendered to their demand, stretched her long lean legs toward the fire, arched her back, lifted her heart to the sky, and leaned back into the chair. She settled in and let go, steadying her breath like her mother's book taught, formed a trancelike drumbeat inside her and drifted off.

Niylah utilized skills she intrinsically possessed and traveled back in time to relive memories of Clarke. The recollection she started with was the afternoon Clarke appeared right after her father left for a nearby village. She visualized the size of the panther and thought about how dangerous it was to kill such an animal. Then a thought about the bounty hunter appeared. She quickly moved past it to the moment he left and the one and only night she spent with Clarke.

The sex was amazing. In the hollow of her bone, Niylah knew Clarke would concur. They both came and they both came hard. Once they even came together. It wasn't just sympathetic shuddering either; it was a full on release. Clarke was inside Niylah, moving to a rhythm uniquely her own, one that completely enthralled Niylah's id. She was utterly lost in Clarke's push and pull tempo and was quickly approaching a state of sheer unraveling. The second Clarke husked, "Come for me," she did and delighted in the fact that Clarke never let go. She simply moved her entire body up Niylah's lithe frame, tasting a trail throaty pleasure up her stomach, suckling a nipple before bringing their mouths together for a kiss that was very much like their first. Clarke then used her strong muscular thighs to force Niylah's wider and ground out the rhythmic pattern mirroring the one from before. She kissed Niylah harder and deeper, prolonging the release, teasing out spasms after spasm, licking the inside of her upper lip, convulsing with each tremor her ministrations induced.

Niylah knew Clarke's reaction was an invitation to reach down and place her hand over the curvaceous beauties throbbing wet sex. She was pleased at the way Clarke's welcomed her and pressed her erect warrior's nub forward. She committed to memory the sensation of both her outer ring and protruding center. With ease and grace she slid her fingertips around the circular moat before worshiping the tip. The second she did, Clarke's hips bucked violently. She responded by running the pads of her fingertips through Clarke's slippery folds; folds less than an hour earlier she had suckled and lapped clean of Clarke's first orgasm of the evening. Clarke bucked again and Niylah understood the need; she would not tease, she would succumb. With self-assuredness, she entered the Sky Goddess and relished in the sound of a full on animalistic roar.

Clarke instantly drove her core into Niylahs, forcing deeper penetration. With absolute precision their bodies collided then parted only enough to allow a deeper level of emotional and physical penetration. This happened over and over and over again. Clarke's free arm grasping the back of Niylah's neck, hip bones digging in, her other hand assertively cupping Niylah's sex, holding tightly, prolonging orgasm with each movement.

Niylah, matched Clarke's unabashed thrusts and used her long lean fingers to move deeper into Clarke's body before moving her thumb back to Clarke's swollen clit. Fingers continued to drive in and out, in and halfway out, deeper in again, using forearm strength to spread her fingers wide, then back to her lovers clit, working circles, enticing deeper thrusts accompanied by louder throaty affirmations of consent. Niylahs' ears were fill with sounds so guttural and animalistic she wondered if people outside could hear. She continued, in and out, in and out and in out again; deeper, faster, halfway out, knuckle deep, halfway out again; more sounds of approval filling her ears, chemical reactions, the taste of Clarke's skin changing, growing saltier, earthier, her pulse throbbing again her skin, fluttering under her tongue, hips thrusting fast and furious, Clarke's tempo rising, her song, her desire, accelerando, crescendo, her soul.

Clarke was coming undone. Niylah knew this and moved her thumb purposefully in a way that would simultaneously unravel her while putting her back together again. With one arm wrapped tightly around her lovers lower back, nails dug in deep, and her other hand between them twisting and curled fingers one last time, she turned just enough to change the placement of her knuckles against Clarke's opening, then absorbed the crushing weight of each convulsion as she delivered her final thrust. The way Clarke bucked and screamed inundated her senses in earnest. It caused both a physical and emotional reaction. The two moaned in unison, neither held back, there were harmonies abound.

With ragged breath and fingers still curled inside, Niylah memorized everything about the moment. She couldn't move, nor did she want to. She was held in place by Clarke's sweat drenched heat riddled body, weight still crushing down, but not so much that it hurt. Just enough to know that her lover was not afraid to tap into her power and embody desire.

Niylah focused on the strength of Clarke's forearm still snug between their bodies. She memorized the tautness of the warrior's muscular limb and marveled in the way she ever so gently removed her hand from her swollen cunt. She immediately missed the closeness, but knew it was time. It was clear that neither had the strength to continue.

Niylah did what she had to and slowly removed her own hand from between them. Something about the moment made her acutely aware of the fact that she was still wearing the Sky Peoples wristband Clarke asked about. She moved her body in a way that encouraged Clarke to release her hold. Once sitting, she moved the candles so that eye contact was possible then reverently removed the bracelet and gently placed it in Clarke's hand. "No," Clarke rasped, "keep it." She assertively handed it back to her lover then leaned forward for another kiss. It felt to Niylah that the kiss Clarke offered was filled with a new kind of energy. One they hadn't shared yet. She couldn't name then, but reciprocated the sensation of it. Looking back now, she'd have to guess it was the kind of energy that healed emotional wounds.

The sound of her father returning from work yanked Niylah from her reverie. It took her a second to get back into her body, something that never happened before. She had always been someone who could travel to the imagination realm, but did so in her mind, never in spirit. She recognized the difference and the split. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the reunification.

Niylah wasn't surprised to discover that her body had experienced orgasmic pleasure all over again; she was wet and sated. What she found alarming was the ringing in her ears. It reverberated echoes of Clarke's voice. She could also smell Clarke's scent. It was everywhere. On her mouth, her hands, her neck, in her hair. She could even taste Clarke on her tongue. In addition, her body ached. There was a needle like soreness in her throat, one she recognized from screaming out in pleasure. She was purely astounded. She felt exactly the way she did that night with Clarke. Satiated, horse, stomach muscles and thighs sore, hand and arms fatigued from fucking, cunt tingling and swollen from consumption. Never before had she ever brought back such tangible sensations from a trip to the imagination realm. Never.

As Niylah's father approached, she took one last second to process a final lingering emotion. Longing. The same sense of longing she felt waking up alone the morning after her encounter with Clarke. She knew Clarke was not ready to entangle herself in anything, let alone anything emotional, but the way Clarke had opened up led her to believe there was a chance she might see her again; only now she wasn't sure. And as powerful as her imagination was, it would never be enough to simply relive memories. She wanted to create new ones.