"Fucking Jesus Christ," someone muttered from the other side of the room, and Lexa rolled over a little, groaning. Whatever surface she'd been laying on disappeared suddenly, though, and she found herself in a heap on what felt like soft carpet.
"Shit," she muttered, her hands falling over her eyes.
"Lexa?" The murmur came from wherever Lexa had just fallen from, and she forced her eyes open and her hands off of them, facing the bright lights that suddenly intensified the pain already shooting through her head. As her eyesight vaguely adjusted, she realized that she was looking up at Luna's bedroom ceiling, and that she'd just fallen from the bed.
"Shit," she bit out again. "I just fell."
"No shit," the voice from across the room said, closer now. Lexa took just a moment to realize that it was Luna. "I let you sleep on my bed, and you just fall right off."
"My bad," Lexa muttered, a laugh shaking out of her only to be replaced by a groan. "Ow."
There was movement on the bed suddenly, and Clarke's face appeared above her. "Hungover much?" Clarke asked her, raising an eyebrow as her lips turned up into a smile. "Pretty fantastic birthday morning, huh?"
Lexa answered in a groan, squeezing her eyes shut as she heard more shuffling from the bed. Suddenly, Clarke was leaning next to her, helping her up.
"Come on, Lexa," she coaxed, and Lexa stood up, sitting on the bed in relief once she was off the floor. "I'll get you Advil or something." She looked over to Luna, who was propped up against the wall on the other side of the room. "You have painkillers, right? Because if not, you're about to have a bunch of monsters on your hands."
"Yeah, aspirin in the cabinet by the fridge," Luna answered, waving her hands dismissively. Clarke rolled her eyes, turning and exiting the bedroom.
"What time is it?" Lexa asked, looking to her friend and relaxing into the mattress below her.
"Early, actually," Luna admitted, nodding to an electric clock that was sitting on her dresser, which displayed the time as nine in the morning. "Pretty surprising, considering that we were up until who knows when. Actually, I guess it's not surprising. I heard heaving about an hour ago, and haven't been able to stay completely asleep since then. I think it was Echo, because I heard her stupid loud car running and leaving about half an hour ago."
"Exciting."
"By the way, my present to you was this party, so don't say anything about me not getting you anything."
Lexa rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face. "I wasn't going to say anything. I don't need anyone to get me anything."
"Anya got you something, but she said she'd give it to you on Sunday or Monday. Doesn't wanna interrupt everyone else's gift giving or some shit like that," Luna admitted. "Oops, maybe I wasn't supposed to say anything about that. Blaming the hangover."
"Fair enough," Lexa said with a pained laugh, but then Clarke was coming back into the room with three water bottles and a bottle of pills. She tossed one of the waters to Luna, who barely managed to catch it, and then brought the second to Lexa. The brunette took it gratefully, accepted the aspirin that was handed to her as well. After she swallowed it down, and Clarke was handing a pill to Luna, Lexa let out a sigh. "I'm never drinking again."
"You say that now," Clarke teased, giving her a pointed look. "I swore off drinking so many times between the ages of eighteen and twenty. It's a miracle that I got myself to drinking as little as I do now."
"It's too much fun in the moment," Luna huffed out in annoyance.
"Okay, fine. I'm never getting that wasted ever again," Lexa corrected, shaking her head for a split second before her headache forced her to stop.
Clarke sat on the bed next to the brunette, nudging her softly. "By the end of the night, you were basically just drinking water. Could've been worse."
"Thank you," Lexa murmured, leaning against the blonde, "for not letting me, as you said, kill myself."
"No problem, babe," Clarke returned. "It is your birthday, after all. Can't have you going and dying on me."
Luna snickered. "At least not before you get to –"
"Luna!" Lexa exclaimed, sitting upright despite herself, to cut her friend off. "Shut the fuck up."
Clarke rolled her eyes. "I'm going to make sure that everyone else didn't die. And Bellamy was up when I went down there, so he'll probably try to make some food or something. You should come down and eat something."
"Mkay," Lexa murmured, and Clarke placed a soft kiss on her cheek before leaving the room again.
"Man, she really likes you."
Lexa smiled. "I sure hope so."
"I mean, she really likes you, Lexa. Don't you ever look at her eyes?"
"Yes, Luna, as a matter of fact, I do."
Luna shook her head. "Clearly not close enough to realize that she sees the world when she looks at you. I'm sure she'll tell you at some point, once she realizes it."
"Realizes what?"
"That she loves you, you idiot."
From Lexa – So what time are you gonna pick me up?
To Lexa – Seven, like I told you this morning ;)
From Lexa – No earlier? :(
To Lexa – No, I'm sorry :( I really have to finish this homework.
From Lexa – Okay, fine. But you owe me ;-;
To Lexa – Babe, it's your birthday. I'm not gonna leave you hanging. I just really have to finish this. X
From Lexa – I know. I just miss you. Have fun with doing homework :(
"I thought you were urgently trying to finish this before your date with Lexa," a voice said from Clarke's threshold, causing the blonde to look up from her phone to see Bellamy.
"I am," Clarke insisted, "but Lexa texted. She thinks I'm doing homework."
Bellamy chuckled. "Will it even be dry when she gets to see it?"
"Bell," Clarke started, scoffing, "you do realize that this is charcoal, right? It's not paint."
"Right." He nodded, stepping into the room as Clarke made her way back to her third easel, which had a pad of paper on it. "Well, it looks awesome. She'll love it."
"I need to stop procrastinating," Clarke muttered, shaking her head as she picked up the piece of charcoal she'd been drawing with all day, after her first one basically ran out the previous day after starting the piece. "If I'd started this on Monday, I wouldn't have had to take the whole day off yesterday, and I could be hanging out with Lexa all day on her birthday instead of just tonight."
Bellamy let out a sigh. "She'll understand."
"I know."
"Are you okay? You seem kind of... on edge," Bellamy said slowly, raising his eyebrow. "Almost like Pre-Lexa Clarke."
Clarke turned her head to glare at him. "Pre-Lexa Clarke?"
"Yeah, that's what we're all calling the irritable version of you, the one from before you got with Lexa," Bellamy explained. "It was Raven's doing, if you want to kick her ass for it."
"I'm not going to kick her ass." She looked back at her easel, moving the charcoal again swiftly.
"You going to kick mine? You seem like you're going to kick someone's."
"I'm not," Clarke snapped, her hand freezing. She let out a long breath, and then shook her head. "I'm just... stressed out."
"About... tonight?"
"No, Bellamy," Clarke snapped sarcastically, "about the planets fucking colliding. Yes about tonight!" Bellamy snorted, and Clarke just sighed, abandoning her charcoal and turning to face her friend.
"What are you so stressed out about?"
"I don't even know. I just... am. I really like Lexa, Bellamy. Do you know how weird that is for me? It's just... I've waited for her all this time to turn eighteen, which is already weird enough, and now it doesn't feel real that she's a legal adult now," Clarke muttered, her head shaking. "I'm just... scared, I guess, of all of the possible implications. I know it's stupid, I should've been scared when she was under eighteen... I don't know, Bell, I'm just scared."
"Tell you what, Clarke," Bellamy said quietly, a small smile on his face, "finish the piece, get ready for your date. Take Lexa out to dinner, then when you show her this drawing and she flips out about how amazing it is, talk to her. I'm not the person that you need to talk to about how scared you are. Neither is Raven, or Octavia... you have to talk to Lexa, because she's the one you're scared of."
Clarke's eyebrows knit together as she shook her head. "I'm not scared of Lexa."
"Yes, you are. Because you're used to people being scared of you, and suddenly, she's the only person who can ruin you," Bellamy stated. "Talk to her."
Before Clarke could even think to speak again, he was gone.
Biting down on her lower lip, she turned around again to face the charcoal drawing in front of her. It was almost finished. Her hand closed around the charcoal again, and she brought it up to the paper. She could do this.
To Clarke – Sorry if I'm interrupting homework, but what should I wear?
From Clarke – Homework is finished, I'm at my place getting ready :P You can wear whatever.
To Clarke – "Whatever"? Really? No, tell me where we're going, or tell me what to wear.
From Clarke – Okay, fine. A dress, or same level equivalent. See you in an hour. X
Lexa smiled at her phone. She didn't usually wear dresses, and for a moment she thought that she'd just go for something a bit different, but she found herself drifting over to her closet and laying her eyes on the dresses she did have anyway. As she looked through them, she realized that she really had no idea which to wear, and frantically grabbed for her phone again. She dialed her best friend without hesitation, relieved when she picked up immediately.
"Hey, we already hung out like all day, don't you have a date with Clarke soon?"
"Anya!" Lexa exclaimed. "Which of my dresses do I look best in?"
"How would I know? You haven't worn any dresses since like... I don't know, that school awards ceremony last year, and I'm pretty sure that a date dress is different than a professional, awards ceremony dress," Anya said.
"You're really not helping."
"Alright, well eliminate whatever you wore to the awards ceremony. I remember it, it wasn't particularly sexy," Anya insisted, and Lexa rolled her eyes, pulling off the remaining four dresses off of their hangers and bringing them out to her room. She laid them across her bed. "Okay, what's left?"
"There's the red one with that weird puffy shoulder thing... yeah, no, my mom bought this for me like a year ago," Lexa muttered offhandedly, tossing that dress aside and looking down at the final three. "Okay, three left. My two black ones, and a green one."
"Okay, don't go for the green. That's more of a spring dress, because otherwise it clashes with your eyes," Anya stated.
"Wait, what do you mean? I can't even remember the last time I wore it."
"My birthday dinner last year. It wasn't the greatest winter dress, it washed out both your skin tone and your eyes. Your eyes already get kind of bluer during winter anyway," Anya explained. "You know what, never mind, it doesn't matter. Just don't wear the green one. We're down to the two black ones? I don't remember them."
Lexa looked thoughtfully at them both. "Okay, let me send you pictures." She pulled her phone away from her ear and switched over to her text app, snapping a photo of each dress and sending them off Anya. When she brought her phone back up to her ear, she could tell that she'd been put on speaker phone while Anya checked her messages.
"Alright, so one of these you must've bought this past summer with Luna or something," Anya said, chuckling.
Lexa glanced down at the dress that was strapless and rather short. "Ah, yeah."
"I say go for the other one. It's kinda classy, but it seems like it would look pretty hot. No idea when you bought it, though," Anya commented. "Try it on, then Face Time me so I can see."
Lexa set her phone down and then slid off the clothes she was already wearing. Without regard to her underwear, she carefully stepped into the dress and then struggled for a moment to zip it up all the way. She then grabbed her phone and switched the call over to a video call. She moved over to her full length mirror and turned the camera toward it. "How's it look?"
It had a single sleeve on her right side, her left shoulder left bare. It clung surprisingly well, and fell down to her knees. It wasn't too loose or too tight, so it left her feeling both attractive and comfortable.
"Is it at least half decent?"
"Are you kidding, Lexa?" Anya demanded. "You look fucking hot. Clarke will probably die when she sees you. Just make sure that you do your eyeliner so that your eyes still stand out."
"What's with you and my eyes?" Lexa asked, rolling her eyes and turning the camera back to her face as she began to slide her dress off.
"Your eyes are like the focal point of your entire being, Lexa. Um, are you taking it off?" Anya asked, raising an eyebrow on the other side of the call.
"Yes," Lexa answered, "because I'm wearing a white bra and blue underwear."
"So?"
"So, I'd like to try to look nice under my clothes. I would like my underwear to match at least."
Anya snickered a little. "Fair enough, but I won't be helping with that part. You need anything else?"
"Nope, thanks Anya. I'll text you tomorrow," she said, grinning widely as Anya shook her head in amusement.
"Alright, don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Hah, I plan to," Lexa stated firmly, smirking when she hit the hang up button. She dropped her phone on her bed and pulled off her underwear, going back to her closet to grab the sexiest underwear set she owned. It was just black, but she figured that black was safe anyway. She pulled the underwear on, and then clipped on the bra, glad that she had invested in a strapless bra at some point. She then pulled the dress on again, happy to see that the top part of it was tight enough to hold up the bra.
Pleased, she shuffled over to her bathroom and looked at her face in the mirror.
Over the next twenty minutes, she slowly made herself up. She took her hair down from the bun it had been tied in after the shower she'd taken after getting back to her place from Luna's earlier that afternoon. It fell around her face in still slightly damp waves, and a few particular uses of her curling iron finished it off just fine. All that was left was makeup, and she took Anya's advice and did her best to make her eyes pop. She wasn't usually the biggest fan of using makeup, but she did like the way that it made her look. She felt relatively successful when she was finished, and she sent a selfie of herself to both Anya and Luna for approval. Once she'd received it from both of them, she let herself finally relax.
She sat up in her room for the remaining minutes until Clarke finally rang her doorbell. Lexa's mom was out for the evening, and the brunette had been sure to let Clarke know that so that she didn't just have to text that she was there.
Lexa was already seated downstairs by that point, in her living room, and she hopped up as soon as she heard the bell. She had a clutch purse with her, even though she was pretty sure that she wouldn't need her wallet or her keys, so she made sure she had it and then headed for the door.
The first thing she noticed when she opened it was the dress that Clarke was wearing. It was light blue, and hugged her curves absolutely beautifully. It was short, but not tight to her thighs, and as Lexa forced herself to look up, she realized that Clarke's cleavage staring at her. Her eyes widened, and her gaze jumped up to meet Clarke's eyes. Somehow, the blue dress intensified her gaze, which was darker than the dress itself. "Hey," Clarke greeted, biting on her lower lip and batting her eyelashes a little. "You look really beautiful."
"Thank you," Lexa said, a blush rising to her cheeks instantly. "So do you."
Clarke laughed, extending a hand to the brunette, which Lexa took eagerly. "I don't think I properly wished you a happy birthday this morning, so happy birthday."
Lexa smiled, stepping out of her house and closing the door behind her. She opened her purse quickly to grab her keys and lock the door, and then she looked back at the blonde. "Thanks. I don't feel any older."
"Since when do birthdays actually make anyone feel older? Honestly, the only thing that ever makes you feel older is your appearance. And you definitely don't look any older than you did yesterday," Clarke teased, leading Lexa down to her car.
"So I still look seventeen?"
Clarke rolled her eyes. "Babe, you haven't looked seventeen at any point since I met you. And it's not like it really matters. You aren't seventeen, and there's really nothing wrong with looking younger than you are."
"I guess you're right."
Clarke opened the passenger door for Lexa when they reached the car, and she smirked. "Of course I'm right."
"Alright, Miss 'Chivalry Is Dead'. What's with the sudden courtesy?" Lexa asked, biting back a smile as she slid into the passenger seat. Clarke closed the door, making her way around and into the driver's seat.
"It's your birthday," Clarke stated, as if she needed reminding, "so if that means I have to hold a few doors, I think I'll survive."
Lexa blushed again. "Alright, well I won't argue with you." Clarke pulled the car out of Lexa's driveway, and then started off toward wherever their destination was.
"So, please tell me that you didn't just spend all day sitting around?"
"I didn't," Lexa promised, chuckling. "Anya came to my place after we all left Luna's. We hung out like we used to do on my birthday. I never used to do the party thing. Not that it wasn't fun, because it was, but I never really had a lot of people to organize a party for."
Clarke shrugged. "I've never done much for my birthday, at least not since I was little. Usually I just force my friends to treat me like I'm a goddess, and then we go out to eat or something." Lexa laughed at that, and Clarke cracked a smile as well. "It's why a few of them started calling me princess... though, that's started to die down, which I'm eternally grateful for."
"Princess?" Lexa asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
"It was Finn's doing I think," Clarke explained, shaking her head. "He and Raven are really the only ones who ever say it anymore. And not often. Guess I've become a much less demanding person or something. You have any nicknames now or as a kid?"
"No," Lexa stated flatly. "I don't really like nicknames. I mean, Luna and Anya call me 'Lex' sometimes. See, my mom's name is Alexandria, and since she apparently lacks any creativity, my name is just a shortened version of hers. I could've just as easily been an Alex."
Clarke flashed a wide smile at the brunette. "Like Alex Vause?"
"Sure, like Alex Vause," Lexa answered, smirking and rolling her eyes. "Anyway, my name is already a shortened version of another name, so I don't see the point of nicknames. It's literally four letters."
"Okay, but what about things besides that? I mean, princess isn't short for my name or anything."
"Nope, nothing," Lexa answered, shaking her head.
Clarke smiled, cocking an eyebrow. "Well, hang around my friends enough and they'll pick something or another to call you."
"Wow, I'm so excited," Lexa deadpanned, causing Clarke to laugh brightly. "Where are we going?"
"Can't tell you until we're there," Clarke insisted, flashing her girlfriend a mischievous look. "It's need to know information."
Lexa's eyebrows shot up. "And I don't need to know?"
"I think I recall that you promised you'd let me take you out on your birthday," Clarke stated, "so does it really matter?"
Lexa glanced out the window, and immediately realized where they were going. Just beyond the middle of town, where most of the shops and restaurants were, was the most expensive area of Polis. That's where the few office buildings were, as well as a few higher class stores and restaurants were as well. "Clarke," Lexa whined upon making her realization, "are you taking me somewhere really fancy?"
"Lexa," Clarke whined back playfully, "I asked you to wear a dress, so are you really that surprised?"
"But it'll be expensive."
"So what? You're not paying, so don't worry about it."
"But you're paying."
Clarke gave her a wink. "That's the point." When Lexa only frowned, Clarke sighed. "Lexa, it's your birthday. Consider this part one to your birthday present."
"Fine," Lexa muttered. "But what do you mean part one?"
"There are three parts to this present, beautiful," Clarke told her softly, just as they were pulling into the fancy area of town. "We have reservations anyway, so we can't cancel."
They ended up walking into one of the nicest Italian places in town, and Lexa really couldn't be bothered to complain about the fact that Clarke had taken her somewhere so fancy. She mostly just really appreciated it, so she thanked Clarke profusely, until the blonde told her that it was really not worth ten thank yous.
Lexa ordered one of the cheaper items on the menu, trying to keep Clarke's expenses to a minimum, and Clarke didn't complain. The dinner was delicious, and Lexa obviously had no complaints about the company. It was nearing nine by the time they'd finished, because Clarke insisted that they get dessert since there had been no cake or anything at the party from the previous night.
When they left, they got right back into Clarke's car, and Lexa didn't have to question where they were going. "So, part two of your present is at my apartment," Clarke said, smiling shyly at the brunette, "and when I explain it to you, you can't get mad at me."
Lexa raised an eyebrow questioningly at the blonde, who just grinned even wider.
"So, when I told you I was doing homework earlier... I was actually finishing it. Your present. I took off work yesterday and started it early, since I couldn't work on it all night because of your party. But I didn't manage to finish it before the party, so I had to finish it today," Clarke explained.
"What is it?" Lexa asked, her eyes widening in anticipation.
"You'll see."
A comfortable silence settled between them as they drove to and then parked next to Clarke's apartment building. Lexa tried not to be too eager as they got out of the car and started up to Clarke's place, but she was really excited to see her present. Just the fact that Clarke would paint or draw anything for her was mind boggling enough, but Lexa was sure she might die when she saw it.
She didn't, in fact, die, but her jaw dropped the instant she saw the framed drawing sitting on Clarke's table. It was her.
But at the same time, it wasn't her. The woman on the paper was definitely far more beautiful than she was, definitely older, not a clumsy, awkward teenage girl. "Oh my god," she breathed out. "It's... wow, it's fucking amazing."
"You like it?" Clarke asked brightly, and Lexa turned and grabbed Clarke in a tight hug, surprising the blonde a little.
"Are you kidding?" she demanded. "I love it, it's amazing. Thank you."
"I apologize for the frame. It was a little last minute. Could've been nicer. You can change it later, if you want," Clarke murmured, holding Lexa close.
"Seriously, Clarke, it's perfect. Don't apologize for any of it, you weirdo," Lexa whispered, placing a soft kiss on Clarke's neck and then pulling away. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome," Clarke returned, her face glowing. "I didn't really know... what to get you, but I figured you'd like it. I mean, you really like to flatter me about how good my art is anyway."
"It is good," Lexa insisted, shaking her head as Clarke chuckled. "So, what's part three of my present then?"
Clarke bit down on her lower lip, and Lexa didn't miss her eyes darkening. "Well, I have a number of ideas, but they all require your approval."
"Yeah?" Lexa asked, her heart pounding in her chest as Clarke stepped closer to Lexa. Their proximity had already been so close that Clarke's breasts bumped into Lexa's now, and dark eyes were drawn down to the cleavage that had been staring at her all night.
"Yes," Clarke repeated, chuckling and grabbing both of Lexa's hands. She pulled Lexa around the table and toward her bedroom. It felt surreal, following Clarke into the room, where Clarke then stopped them and brought their lips together desperately. Lexa forgot about the bigger picture as she got lost in Clarke's lips, but when neither of them could breathe, Clarke pulled away. "We don't have to do anything that you don't want to do, you know? I don't want you to be uncomfortable, or scared, or anything."
"I'm not scared," Lexa whispered.
"Lexa," Clarke said softly, "your heart is pounding."
"There is more than one reason for that," Lexa murmured, her arms dropping and wrapping around Clarke's waist. "I want to do this with you. We've both waited long enough."
Clarke searched her gaze, smiling. "You're sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Excellent," Clarke muttered, bringing their lips back together as their clothed bodies came together fully. Lexa barely realized that Clarke had been fumbling with the zipper on the back of her dress until it was being pulled all the way down, and her back was suddenly exposed to the cool air in the apartment. Clarke's fingers trailed down her exposed skin, and she shivered. Lexa brought her own hands around to Clarke's back, feeling for a zipper, but Clarke giggled against her lips. "Side zipper," she murmured, and then separated herself from Lexa in order to pull the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Then she undid the side zipper and the dress dropped uselessly to pool around her feet.
Lexa's eyes widened in appreciation as her gaze fell upon Clarke's nearly entirely exposed body. Her skin was fair and soft looking, and she had perfect curves that Lexa never would've been able to visualize without seeing them like this. She was wearing dark blue underwear and a dark blue bra, both each a little lacy and leaving just enough to imagination that Lexa wanted to tear them off. "Oh fuck," she moaned out, and Clarke laughed against, stepping a fraction of an inch closer before lifting her hands to Lexa's shoulder and gently pushing her dress strap off of it. She gently tugged the dress down and off of Lexa, who inhaled deeply as the majority of her skin became exposed.
Clarke scanned her figure for a moment, but just a short moment, before meeting her gaze again. Lexa was entrapped in her crystal blue eyes. "Beautiful," Clarke muttered, closing the remaining distance between them and pressing her lips passionately against Lexa's. Her tongue slid through to meet Lexa's forcefully, and Lexa moaned as she was pushed backwards, toward Clarke's bed. Before she knew it, she was lying flat on it, her head on Clarke's pillow, with the blonde straddling her purposefully.
Lexa's entire body was on fire, every inch of her skin that touched Clarke's burned in the best way. Her body was already reacting so desperately, her hips lifting off the mattress slightly to meet Clarke's, and the blonde gently stroked her midsection with her hand. "Clarke," Lexa heard herself whine against her girlfriend's lips, and Clarke moaned in response, pulling her lips away from Lexa's and pressing them against her neck instead. Lexa suddenly felt Clarke's thigh press against her center, through her underwear, and she gasped. Her hips moved involuntarily against it, creating friction as best as she could.
Clarke propped herself up a bit more, separating her lips from Lexa's skin. Her free hand was wrapped around the brunette, tugging on the clasp of her bra. "Can I take this off?"
"Please do," Lexa whined, and Clarke unclasped it single-handedly, pulling the strapless piece of clothing off of her easily. It disappeared somewhere off the bed, and Clarke rejoined their lips, her left hand coming up to gently touch Lexa's breasts. Lexa felt herself moan into Clarke's mouth, but then her it was gone, and Clarke's tongue was suddenly in the valley between Lexa's boobs. Her nipples were hard, and she was grateful when Clarke finally took one in between her lips. "Fuck..."
She kept her center rubbing against Clarke's thigh, wondering when her girlfriend would finally touch her. When Clarke pulled her face away from Lexa's chest, her hand finally lowered itself down to Lexa's underwear. Tentatively, her fingers pressed against her through the clothing, replacing her thigh, and Lexa gasped as she did.
"Clarke," Lexa hissed, her hips bucking against her will.
"Your panties are wet," Clarke murmured as she leaned down and pressed her lips to Lexa's neck again. Lexa hadn't even noticed how wet she was, but before she could think anything of it, Clarke's hand had slid into her underwear, and two fingers were sliding through her folds.
"Fuck," Lexa gasped out, "Clarke!"
"I've got you, babe," Clarke whispered softly against her neck, her fingers rubbing against her clit gingerly. Lexa moaned, her breathing increasing and her entire body itching at this point. "Because it's your birthday," Clarke continued, "I won't tease you too much."
"Thank fuck," Lexa whimpered, and suddenly two fingers slid into her, and she let out a needy moan.
She could tell that Clarke was being gentle with her, but her body felt desperate to come. Clarke's tongue was against her collarbone, along with her teeth and her lips, and Lexa barely heard her when she murmured, "I love that I can touch you." Lexa whimpered again, trying her best to thrust against Clarke's fingers.
"Clarke," Lexa moaned, feeling herself tighten as she felt herself coming up to her high. "Fuck, fuck!" Her orgasm ripped through her senses in a long moment, almost frozen in time, and then she relaxed into the bed, breathing heavy. "Fuck."
"Mmhmm," Clarke hummed in agreement, placing soft kisses on the curve of Lexa's neck. Just as Lexa was beginning to come down, her breathing evening, Clarke whispered something again. "Can I taste you?"
Lexa had hardly realized that Clarke's fingers were still buried inside her, and she moaned, nodding. "Yes."
Clarke's presence right next to her disappeared, and suddenly she was resting between Lexa's thighs, her darkened eyes directed at Lexa's center. Suddenly, her tongue was running across her wetness, and Lexa let out a relieved sigh at the feeling, before Clarke's fingers began to move again and she felt herself desperately wanting to come again.
It took longer this way, but Lexa thought that might be because Clarke was purposefully making it take longer. Either way, when she finally came again, she felt utterly relieved, and Clarke fully detached herself from the area between Lexa's legs. She sucked her fingers clean, and Lexa moaned as she watched, sucking her lower lip into her mouth.
"Well that was worth the wait," Clarke murmured softly, resting her weight on top of Lexa, who bit back a grin.
"Yes," she agreed. "I wanna make you feel good too, Clarke."
"How about tomorrow?" Clarke asked, placing a soft kiss on the corner of Lexa's lips. "It's your birthday, after all."
Lexa pouted, and Clarke chuckled, kissing her fully instead now. Lexa accepted the kiss easily, letting Clarke control it without any hesitation. When Clarke pulled away, Lexa nodded shyly. "Okay, tomorrow." Clarke rolled off of her, laying alongside her now instead.
"Happy birthday," Clarke murmured. "Was it a good one?"
"The best," Lexa answered, rolling her eyes and smiling sleepily at the blonde next to her. "Um. I'm naked, you're not." She wasn't sure when exactly her underwear had come completely off, but they were entirely gone now.
Clarke glanced down at her still partially clothed body. Reaching behind herself, she gave Lexa a smirk and unhooked her bra, sliding it off her body and tossing it away. Lexa's eyes widened as her gaze fell on Clarke's exposed breasts. She hardly realized when Clarke's underwear was gone as well, but a low chuckle from the blonde finally drew her attention back to blue eyes. "Such a perv," Clarke teased, wrapping her arm around Lexa and pulling her close. Their breasts smashed together somewhat in between them, and Lexa leaned forward to close the last bit of space in between them with a kiss.
Then she nestled her head into Clarke's neck, exhaling softly. "Yeah, this was the best birthday ever."
"I'm glad, babe," Clarke murmured, and their bare legs tangled together as Clarke adjusted herself a little to pull the blankets up and over them. And like that, they fell asleep.