Ok this is my first story in a long time - I used to write Rizzoli and Isles fanfics. So I want to do my version of 3x16 on what SHOULD have happened and should have been shown. FYI - Lexa is not dead in my imagination, so expect for that whole b.s not to happen in my writing. That being said, give me ideas. For this story, things you want to see that you haven't been able to find in other stories. Give me ideas for one-shots. Give me story lines for other stories to write. I am here to please the people. And myself. Because Fan Fics are the only way to keep Lexa alive. Either drop a comment or PM me! Thanks for reading!
Lexa felt the solidity of the bed behind her and she sat down on it, looking up with a trembling lip at Clarke. The sunlight streaming in the room formed a perfect halo around her and all she could see was Clarke. That's all she wanted to see.
They were supposed to be saying goodbye. This was goodbye. Lexa's thoughts were interrupted when Clarke pushed her back onto the bed and slowly lowered herself over Lexa, her lips regaining contact with Lexa's gently as they slowly inched their way up the bed. The blonde planted long soft kisses over the commanders, still trembling, lips. She pulled away when she felt wetness against her cheek and saw the tears escaping Lexa's lashes.
Clarke gazed at her with a fierce look of love that did things to Lexa's stomach she had never felt before. "Lexa..." Clarke whispered as she slowly placed the back of a finger against the escaping tear and trailed it back up, drying it away. Lexa swallowed hard. She should feel weak and ashamed. But right now she could feel nothing but Clarke and the burning desire to be hers. Right now she didn't want to be Heda, and have the responsibility of being strong and using her head. Right now she was Lexa, and her heart had finally taken over. She had kept it back as long as she could, fought it for too long and now, laying there beneath Clarke, her walls were crashing around her and the only thing saving her was Clarke and her soft kisses.
Realizing that Clarke was waiting to be sure she was okay, Lexa reached up and wound her fingers in the blondes hair. "I want you, Clarke" she breathed, the words barely audible. That was all Clarke needed, and suddenly everything between them surfaced. Clothes were stripped away and so were the barriers both women had put up to protect themselves and their people. When flesh touched flesh Lexa gasped. Clarke, maintaining her position on top, straddled the commanders lap, gazing down at the beauty beneath her.
Lexa's hands settles at Clarke's hips as she drank in the view above her, taking in every curve, scar, and freckle. Slowly her hands slid up Clarke's waist, then around her front to cup her breasts. Clarke covered Lexa's hands with her own and pressed them against her chest firmly as she closed the distance between them and kissed Lexa heatedly. The commander moaned into the kiss as she felt Clarke begin to move her hips, repositioning herself so a thigh was pressing against Lexa's wetness.
Clarke trailed wet kisses down Lexa's neck, her body slowly moving over the Commanders as she made her slow pilgrimage down the perfectly toned body. When she slid off Lexa completely to get between her legs, Lexa moaned, desperately missing the feel of Clarke against her. The blonde hooked her arms beneath Lexa's thighs and pulled her body up to her mouth, looking up at the commander with hungry eyes between her legs.
Lexa's eyes widened, realizing what was about to happen, and she felt her heart skip several beats. She bit down on her lip and propped herself up on her elbows, wanting to watch the goddess that was Clarke work her magic. Slowly Clarke lowered her lips to Lexa's skin, never breaking eye contact. Her lips brushed against the inside of the commanders thigh, then hovered over her center momentarily. Lexa let out a gasp, feeling Clarke's breath over her wetness.
Clarke dove in. Her lips closing around Lexa's clit and her tongue gently flicking over it. Lexa moaned loudly, breaking the eye contact as her head dropped back and her eyes fluttered closed. Clarke swirled her tongue around it for a moment before dipping down lower, tasting Lexa for the first time. And God, did she taste like heaven. The blonde lapped at the wetness, her tongue making long strokes along Lexa's center before returning to her clit and eliciting soft moans from Lexa, who was now gripping at the furs beneath them and pushing herself up into Clarke's mouth.
Once Clarke had gotten her taste she set to work, her tongue sliding into Lexa and doing unspeakable things. Lexa had never felt such pleasure and she was a trembling mess as she desperately pushed herself up into Clarke's tongue, moan after moan escaping her. She felt Clarke's fingers gently tracing patterns into her legs while simultaneously assaulting her with her tongue.
"Clarke!" Lexa gasped as the blondes tongue hit the perfect spot. Clarke felt the tension in the body she was gripping and knew Lexa was getting close. Clarke moaned into Lexa, the sound causing vibrations that drove the commander wild. Lexa's hands went to Clarke's hair, tangling in the blonde tresses and anchoring herself to this world as Clarke's tongue repeatedly hit her spot. Clarke moaned encouraging, moving one of her hands to lightly circle Lexa's clit, knowing it would be the end of her.
Lexa's body tensed, her hips pushed up and her mouth dropped open in a silent moan. Her fingers tightened in Clarke's hair and she shuddered with her orgasm, releasing a rush of wetness before collapsing back on the bed and slowly untangling her fingers from the blonde hair.
Clarke planted a gentle kiss on Lexa's hot skin before crawling up the bed to lay beside the commander. Lexa look over at her, looking impressed and satisfied. Clarke smiled, wrapping an arm around her and pulling the brunette into her body. Lexa let her eyes close for a moment, inhaling the familiar scent of Clarke. Reveling in the feel of their skin pressed together and the security of Clarke's arm. Lexa kissed Clarke's neck then pressed her lips against the blondes ear and whispering "my turn."