Chapter 47:

After the ceremony Clarke and Lexa talked more with Kane and Abby before bidding them goodnight. Clarke led Lexa back toward the Ark's interior. They were too tired to hike back to Lexa's camp, too thrilled with the events of the night to care. Lexa followed her silently into the Ark and through its halls.

When Clarke led her to her quarters Lexa slipped in while Clarke shut the door. Within seconds of the door closing Lexa felt Clarke's hands turn her around pull her in close. Lexa wrapped her arms around the girl and hugged her back. They held eachother close a few moments longer before Clarke pulled away grabbing Lexa's hand and pulling her to the bathroom.

Lexa watched as Clarke turned the shower on and turned around. She didn't move as Clarke began unbuckling the various buckles and straps on Lexa. Slowly piece by piece her gear fell to the ground with soft thuds. Clarke's hands didn't shake a bit as she moved around Lexa now removing her long coat and slipping it off her arms. She tossed it to the side and stood back looking lovingly at Lexa. Lexa felt her heart fluttering in her chest as she moved to help remove Clarke's gear. She moved slow as her hands undid Clarke's straps and coat tossing them aside. She then removed the rest of her weaponry and straps from her thighs and helped her with her boots. Lexa then turned her attention to her own before standing up and finding a nude Clarke standing before her.

Lexa's breath caught in her chest and her heart stopped before it began thudding violently in her chest. Clarke was exquisite. Lexa's eyes slowly ran up Clarke's legs, they saw the tiny curls of hair on her pelvis, the soft lines of her stomach, they combed over the delicious mounds of her breasts and the sharp edges of her collar bone before her eyes rested on Clarke's. The curves of her feminine body, the delicate features, her blonde hair dirty but still radiant, the shy smile toying with Lexa in a way she never thought possible. Lexa traced every inch of Clarke with her eyes a second time before beginning to slowly grab at her own shirt. Lifting it over her head swiftly so she could look back at Clarke. Her eyes now locked to the deep blue of hers.

Lexa undid her bandoo on her chest and then continued to slide her pants from her body along with her underwear. She was now standing in front of Clarke, the both of them shed of all boundaries, vulnerable both emotionally and physically in the other's presence.

Equals, Lexa thought as she watched Clarke's eyes dart around Lexa's body. She felt exposed but in a good way. She wanted Clarke to look, she wanted Clarke to see her - all of her. Lexa could see Clarke's chest rising and falling quickly, in the same rhythm as her own. Lexa felt a familiar wetness grow between her legs as she watched Clarke, she felt it seep out and drip between her folds when Clarke spoke in Lexa's native tongue, "ai badan yu op en nou moun, Heda."

Lexa closed the distance between them as the girl spoke, Clarke's voice was dripping with raw emotion. Lexa returned her sentiments in kind, this time in Clarke's native tongue, "I serve you and no other, Clarke." And she kissed her.

She kissed her like she's never kissed Clarke in her life. Like this would be the last time she may ever hold her. She kissed her like she needed her, like their contact gave her breath. She drove her tongue into Clarke's mouth, grabbing her, clawing at her to bring their bodies closer, a soft moan escaped Clarke as she fought Lexa's tongue with her own. Her hand wove into Lexa's hair keeping their mouths locked. Lexa pushed Clarke gently backwards guiding her to the shower. Clarke stepped in and her hands instantly held Lexa's to help her in. The hot water ran down from the ceiling covering them both. Their bodies beginning to slip and slide gently against each other emitting new little breath hitches and moans from the two of them.

Lexa felt Clarke grab her turning her and pinning her against the shower's wall, her mouth crashing onto Lexa's in desperation. She bit at Lexa's bottom lip gently and Lexa purred as it made her arch her body into Clarke. She felt her nipples graze Clarke's breasts and the wetness between her legs increased tenfold. Clarke had her one arm up bracing the two girls now as she felt Clarke's one hand slide to her ass and grab on gently before squeezing tight. With that Clarke drove her thigh between Lexa's own spreading her legs and putting pressure on Lexa's centre. Lexa moaned softly in Clarke's mouth as she began to grind her hips into Clarke trying to increase the pressure. The feeling was overwhelming her making her eyes roll back in her head as she whispered Clarke's name.

The blonde kept control, purposely pushing against Lexa after every moan and whimper. Clarke placed her tongue on Lexa's neck flicking it and tracing the water trails. She was working Lexa's body against her own in such a motion that Lexa felt she was on the verge of losing herself. She moaned deep in Clarke's ear before whispering the truth to the girl she loved, "Clarke," she gasped "I'm so close."

She felt Clarke moan and pull their bodies a part slightly. "You mean you're going to come," Clarke told her, and Lexa writhed beneath her nodding insistently. She felt a last push against her before Clarke pulled away again. They were still touching but it was too soft to send Lexa over the edge. Lexa's eyes flew open and she stared open mouthed at Clarke. Clarke was grinning, a playful glint in her eye, "not yet," she said softly, teasing Lexa as she shook her head.

Lexa whined and pushed her head back in protest. The hot water running down her face. She felt Clarke bring her close again and reach for her cheek to bring Lexa down into a soft kiss. As she did so Lexa felt a soapy rag begin to caress her skin. Lexa shuddered as she took in this intimate moment. The cloth making its way softly across Lexa's body was therapy, Lexa gazed lovingly at Clarke until she finished washing her. She felt Clarke wash away years of stress with each touch. Lexa returned the favour. Careful to place gentle kisses at each bump and bruise as she made her way around Clarke's body.

Clarke kissed her again, before pulling her from the shower and two of them dried off slightly and head to Clarke's main room.