Ok, so, I'm really, really sorry about how long it took for me to post this. I got really ill last few weeks, missed time at work, I thought I was going to die. After I got better, I kinda had to get my life back in order, catch up with work etc so I literally had no time to update here. I hope you guys can forgive me. I also apologise for not posting a longer chapter. I just figured you guys would prefer having an update today rather than waiting until I have a massive chapter up.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and I want to let you guys know that I suck at writing intimacy so I'm sorry if this is incredibly awkward.

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Chapter 4

The sound of the bedroom door clicking closed was all Lexa needed to pull Clarke back into her embrace. In a second, their lips were crashed together again in pretty much the same fashion as before. A slow, controlled kiss, full of passion, full of intimacy. The whole ordeal was still processing in the brunette's mind but at this point she didn't see much of a turning back. To be quite honest, she didn't want to turn back. She could stay like this forever, she thought. In the arms of this blonde girl she just met but who kissed her like they've been doing that for years and years.

Lexa felt Clarke pushing her slightly and watched as the blonde reached for the collar of her shirt and started unbuttoning it. She met blue eyes that stared at her with intensity but she grasped a shadow of doubt. Clarke slowed down her movement, as if she was asking for permission to carry on, as if she was asking if this was ok. All Lexa did was to slightly nod, giving the girl the consent she was seeking and, in a second, Clarke's hands got back to the task they had. One by one, the buttons of the white shirt were undone and in between each button, Clarke pressed a chaste kiss on the brunette's lips.

As she reached the last button, Lexa moved her shoulders to help the fabric to slide down her body, leaving her chest and abdomen exposed. She felt much more naked than she actually was. The blonde looked at her in such way, as if she was able to see inside Lexa's soul and the brunette could do nothing but to feel incredible bare, even with pretty much all her clothes on.

Clarke lift her hand again and, with her index finger she started to lightly touch and trace the pattern of Lexa's tattoo. The blonde still had a small smile on her lips and she looked at the brunette and slid her fingers on her skin like she was taking everything in, like the girl before her was a vision or something. Her hand travelled up to the back of Lexa's neck, pulling her in once more and kissing her again. This time, Lexa could feel a little bit more urgency on the kiss.

She took the change of pattern as a warning to start taking action. Without thinking much, Lexa reached for the blonde's black vest and, with skill, she unbuttoned the only three buttons of the garment and in a second, it was on the floor. She pulled Clarke's shirt that was tucked in her trousers and mirrored the blonde's previous action, unbuttoning and pulling down the girl's shirt, leaving her on the same state she was.

Without breaking the kiss, she felt Clarke pulling her as she walked back towards the bed. The blonde fell lightly on the mattress and was followed by Lexa, who quickly fit both her legs on each side of the girl, straddling her. Lexa connected their mouths again, she felt like she wouldn't be able to survive if her lips were not on Clarke's for as long as humanly possible. They kissed and kissed and kissed and their hands started exploring each other's bodies like their lives depended on it.

Clarke's hand made a stop on the back of Lexa's neck and the brunette felt like her heart would stop when the girl started softly caressing her there. It felt so intimate, so kind, so different from each and every time Lexa had a girl in her arms. But Clarke took no notice of Lexa's internal state of awe and confusion as she carried on lovingly kissing her and lightly caressing the back of her neck. It felt like an eternity has passed and Lexa could not care less. Even if they ended up not having sex at all, just being there, like that, in such an intimate and caring moment was good enough for her.

However, the last gasp of air that still lingered inside the brunette's lungs was taken away when she felt the blonde's hand moving down and stopping at the clasp of her bra. She felt Clarke's other hand going to the same spot and next thing she knows, the straps are falling down her shoulders and arms and the whole piece of underwear is hitting the floor. She felt her heart beating even faster and realisation hit her like a rock. She needed to feel her skin against Clarke's. She needed now. Her hands quickly travelled to the blonde's back, and reached for her bra clasp, unhooking it and pulling it from the girl's body. Clarke lightly arched her back up to help the process and, for a second, Lexa thought that she might have seemed a bit too eager but it didn't matter. She needed this so goddamn bad.

As the blonde's bra sat on the floor, Lexa instantly lowered her body and felt soft skin meeting hers and she couldn't help the moan the left her throat without her consent. It was probably the best feeling in the world, right there. She pressed herself further against Clarke and felt the blonde trailing kisses on her neck and her jawline, nibbling softly on her ear and all she could manage right now was to let all these feeling drown her. The brunette felt like she was a second away from losing control completely and somehow this time the feeling was quite ok. She realised she didn't mind losing control, she was actually looking forward to it.

The pace was slow, slower than ever before. Usually, when Lexa had one night stands, at this point she would be mindlessly fucking whoever was in bed with her. All she cared about was showing off to her companion how good she was and, obviously, get as much self pleasure as possible, preferably in the shortest amount of time. But right now, it weirdly felt completely different. For one, they were in her own flat, and she never took anyone there. Not for this purpose. And two, this whole interaction was completely different from everything Lexa had ever experienced. And she found herself enjoying it immensely.

Her skin reacted to Clarke's touch as if the girl's fingers were made of fire. The blonde lightly scraped her nails on all the extension of her spine, up and down, slowly and sensually, and Lexa couldn't stop the goosebumps that formed there. Clarke pressed her nails only just a bit stronger this time, making the brunette inhale through her teeth. The blonde's hands stopped on the small of Lexa's back, and started travelling to the front of her body, reaching for the belt and the button. It didn't take long for the blonde to accomplish her mission and, in one swift movement, both her trousers and her pants were on the floor.

Clarke pulled herself away for a second, facing green eyes and inhaling the image in front of her. Lexa laid on her side, reciprocating the stare, completely bare and she knew that she was not bare only because of the lack of clothing, but also because there was something in those deep blue eyes that could see right through her skin.

The blonde motioned to move closer to Lexa but the brunette stopped her, reaching for her trousers. She didn't feel the need to rush the moment so she slowly unbuttoned the black fabric and pulled down the zipper. She placed her hand on Clarke's shoulder and caressed her way down her body, feeling every inch of skin that her palm touched. When she felt the wave of the blonde's hip, she grabbed the garments that were still there and pulled it down softly, making Clarke match her state of nakedness. Once more, she copied Clarke's earlier actions and just looked at the blonde. However, she noticed that Clarke's eyes didn't meet hers this time. The blonde actually looked down, a shade of pink taking over her cheeks. Lexa smiled as she realised that the blonde was self aware and that caused her endearment to grow even stronger.

Lexa pulled her closer, making their lips meet again. It was not until now that she realised how desperate she was for Clarke's touch. She pressed their bodies together, moving her hips towards the blonde's and grinning in the kiss when she felt the moan that escaped the girl's throat. She felt Clarke's hand travelling up and down her body, savouring each inch of skin and making a stop when the blond found her breast. The touch was light and careful and full of passion all at the same time. She felt her breathing getting more and more shallow as the blonde softly caressed the skin of her breasts with the tip of her fingers, gently brushing against her nipple. This time she didn't even try to hold the sounds that came out of her mouth. Even though their mouths were still connected, she couldn't help the reaction that Clarke's touch caused.

When the blonde's hand started travelling south, Lexa felt like she would have some sort of heart attack. She didn't realise how aroused she was until Clarke's fingers reached her curls. The girl broke the kiss and leaned her forehead against Lexa's as she touched the wetness between the brunette's legs. Lexa moaned softly and bucked her hips, trying to get more contact as the blonde lightly circled the bundle of nerves that needed so much attention. The brunette bit her own lower lip, trying to savour every second of that touch. Clarke's fingers slid up and down on Lexa's arousal, and the brunette could feel the girl's breathing becoming erratic as she sped up her movements slightly. Lexa's hips were moving together with Clarke's hand, even though she wasn't really in control of anything.

She opened her eyes wide when she felt Clarke getting inside of her, gasping for air and pulling the girl's face onto her's again. It felt like no amount of contact was enough. She felt like she needed to melt her body into Clarke, make them become one. Lexa wanted this to last forever. It felt so good, so right, so perfect that she thought she would literally start crying when Clarke, without a warning, stopped her motions and removed her hand from where Lexa needed it so much.

Lexa looked at Clarke in confusion, opening her mouth to ask what was wrong , but she felt the girl's hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her arm, placing the brunette's hand between her legs. Clarke's mouth opened a little on a sharp breath when the brunette's hand touched her. Lexa closed her eyes and let her fingers travel all the extension of Clarke's centre, noticing the girl was as wet as she was and making her thirst for her touch grow even stronger. Clarke started moving her hips against Lexa's hand and, honest to god, the feeling of it and the sounds the blonde started uttering made her forget about her own needs. All she wanted right now was to make this beautiful woman come undone on her hand, all she needed was to make her feel as much pleasure as possible. So she slid one finger inside her as her thumb kept circling the blonde's clit.

As she motioned to move her body in an attempt to straddle Clarke again, she felt the blonde resisting, making her open her eyes. She stared inside blue eyes as the girl moved her hand back to where it was before, re-starting the ministrations on Lexa's centre. Clarke pulled herself slightly back, giving more space for them to move their hands and leaned her head to meet Lexa's forehead again. As she slid her fingers in and out the brunette's entrance, she placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Together…" She whispered, staring at green eyes.

Lexa felt like she was going to come right then, as she heard Clarke's husky voice and saw the thin layer of sweat that started forming on the girl's body. She clashed her lips against Clarke's as her hands carried on moving in unison with the girl's hips. Her mind was in overdrive. She tried to focus on feeling Clarke's touch and making the girl feel hers but at the same time there was a storm of thoughts spiralling in her brain. This was no one night stand. This was no casual fuck. She was making love. She was making intimate, kind, sweet love and, as cliché as it sounds, it literally felt like the first time. She didn't know how to control this avalanche of feelings and she wasn't sure if she wanted to control it.

Shallow breaths and slow kisses, nibbles on the necks and jaw lines, smiles, deep moans and loving stares and all there's in between. Lexa didn't want this to end. She wanted to stay like this forever. But when Clarke sped up her movements again, she felt her hip bucking even harder and in a second there were stars blocking her vision and she felt every muscle of her body tensing. She tried to catch Clarke's gaze but she felt the blonde getting tighter against her fingers and saw her opening her mouth without a sound. Lexa rode her climax as she felt Clarke falling over the edge with her, at the same time. This was definitely the strongest orgasm she has ever had and she could only hope that she could provide the same level of pleasure to Clarke as she did to her.

The brunette opened her eyes as she came down of her high, breathing deep as is she had just ran a marathon, not quite believing in what had just happened. She stared at Clarke, who still had her eyes closed and she slowly pulled her hand from between the girl's legs. She watched as Clarke opened her eyes and smiled. She fucking smiled god damnit. And she looked so beautiful, so glorious with her hair all over the place and her naked body covered in sweat. She looked like her very smile is what makes the world go round. And Lexa could do nothing but smile back. Because apparently this is what Clarke did to her. She made her smile when she had no intention to do so. She makes her lose control.

Lexa felt the blonde's arm slide from where it was and her body shifting closer to her. She felt Clarke's skin forming goosebumps as a light gust of wind touched their warm bodies. The brunette reached out to the side of the bed and pulled a sheet over them, granting her another smile from the girl's lips. Clarke leaned in and kissed Lexa. She felt the blonde inhaling deeply as she pressed their lips together and, as they separated, she watched as the blonde released a long sigh of content and nested her face against the brunette's neck.

At it's own accord, Lexa's arm wrapped itself around Clarke's hip and, at this point, the brunette had given up on making any sense out of this whole night. It felt good. That's all it mattered. It felt like it never did before. Even though it scared her to feel that good. But right now, as she felt her eyelids getting heavy and the sound of an almost asleep blonde by her side, it didn't seem so scary at all.