Lexa and Clarke finally reconnect intimately. Clexa-sexa and feelings.

If she has to admit it, then Lexa is feeling a little nervous on what is going to transpire in a few minutes but confident at the same time. After initially panicking when Clarke made the proposition, Lexa quickly sorted out everything she needed for the occasion and is now sure she can go along with it, without hesitation.

Lexa was quite happy with the pleasing aroma her body acquired thanks to the long herbal bath she took and the perfume she purchased at the Sky People shop. 'Hope Clarke likes it'. Once fully relaxed –after the bath- choosing the outfit for the evening was easy. 'There you are,' Lexa smirked as she took a hold of the elegant nightgown her mother demanded she pack "just in case," the day they traveled to Polis for the competition. 'I bet this wasn't what mom had in mind when she made me bring it' she snorted to herself. As good as Lexa looked in it, she decided not to wear it over to the tower. 'I better change in one of the bathrooms once I get there'.

Checking herself in the mirror Lexa finishes the final touch ups to her appearance. She looks over to the side and smiles when her eyes land on the little note Clarke elegantly sent by messenger, indicating the time and place where they would meet.

"This meeting is taking far longer than expected; sorry there won't be time for us to hang out, but I definitely expect you at 10:30 pm in my room, I'm sure you know where it is. Don't worry about the guards, I gave specific orders to let you in and allow you to move about as you please in the tower. I can't wait to see you, don't take long. Xoxoxo Clarke."

Lexa had no idea how romantic and cute Clarke could be and she fell in love that much more with her. 'Oh Clarke.' She closes her eyes and mentally emboldens herself before going to Clarke's bedroom. 'OK, you've waited twelve years for this; you've already done it before with her so there's nothing to fear. Let your instincts take over and enjoy the opportunity to finally unite your body with Clarke once again; nothing can go wrong.'

…

Clarke checks for the umpteenth time that everything looks immaculate; from her bed to the surroundings in the room. She walks over to the mirror and looks at herself. 'Will she remember?' Clarke wonders flattening the sides of her nightgown. It's obviously not the same one she wore the day Lexa came to see her after defeating Roan, but it is the same color and she hopes Lexa sees the meaning behind it; well that is if she doesn't get distracted by the revealing cleavage this one has.

'Curtains open to let the moonlight in, flowers, candles. Fuck' Clarke curses, noticing she is scrutinizing her room again. She can't for the love of God comprehend why she's so damn nervous; they've done this before once -technically twice- besides she's supposed to be the experienced one, the mature one. 'What's wrong with you?! Ugh' Clarke exhales frustrated, resolute to cut the crap, 'Clarke Griffin you have to pull yourself together; make Lexa feel safe with you and that she can trust you completely. Be a good girlfriend, a selfless lover and most of all, remember not to lose control.'

A soft knock announces the arrival of the expected girl.

'This is it.' Clarke breaths out the uncertainty from her system and with a firm loving voice she calls "Come in!"

Lexa makes her way into the room slowly, looking down at first and closing the door behind her. When she finally lifts her gaze, she takes in the soft illumination of the room; candles being the only source of light, giving the space a slight romantic atmosphere 'This looks familiar' her brain seems to tell her. Having noticed Clarke to the side, Lexa turns to face her and their eyes meet.

Whatever pleasantries or words they meant to exchange get stuck in their throats at the vision of one another.

Clarke is left speechless, stricken by the beauty of Lexa. Her plans of surprising the girl with her attire were ruined on the spot, since Lexa is the one who is taking her back to memory land. Clarke licks her lips, skimming Lexa's body up and down. 'How the fuck did I resist taking her that day and let her go while wearing that sexy gown; I was such an idiot.'

For her part Lexa is having a hard time forming rational thoughts; she doesn't notice or even cares that her eyes are glued to Clarke's cleavage. Sure, Clarke's whole self is fine looking but Lexa's hormone induced brain is paying more attention to the blonde's generous breasts.

Apparently Clarke doesn't seem to mind; what's more, she too is busy eyeing one of Lexa's legs that is currently exposed thanks to the split at the side of her dress.

Both remain silent, rooted to their spots, checking each other out, mesmerized.

It doesn't last that way for too long though.

Clarke, like on autopilot, sprints toward Lexa, pushes her hard against the door and kisses her hungrily.

Lexa is taken aback by the roughness but quickly recovers and responds likewise to the unexpected kiss.

One of Clarke's hands searches for Lexa's thigh, touching and clutching in desperation, the other holds onto Lexa's nape and pulls her closer to her mouth to deepen the kiss. Driven by her desires, Clarke begins to rediscover Lexa's body with her fingers running over the thin fabric.

Lexa, feeling her core tighten up with need, wants to do the same and feel Clarke up, but she just can't move; everything she had evoked the previous hours, the things she imagined doing once she was alone with Clarke, have simply disappeared . Her lips are moving on their own accord, guided by the blonde's mouth but the rest of her limbs are unresponsive.

"I wanna see you… all of you," Clarke whispers lifting off Lexa's gown and throwing it carelessly onto the floor. "Oh fuck," she can't help express, finally able to see more of Lexa's skin. Without reservations, Clarke goes straight to Lexa's small breasts groping and prodding; grunting in approval by the feel of them.

The brunette, now in underwear, can only gasp at the intrusion, still unable to reach for her woman.

Satisfied momentarily with the new access to Lexa's body; Clarke takes a step back, giving her girl a lustful filled glance before peeling her own gown off.

Lexa feels her heart thumping, watching Clarke clad only in a sexy pair of panties that she has never seen before; the bosom she craved so much for, now in full view. And it gets worse as Clarke steps closer.

When Clarke is directly in front of Lexa, she leans in and inhales the scent behind Lexa's ear. "You smell so good" she murmurs, roaming her hands over Lexa's contours, free from any constraints. Wanting to taste the soft flesh of her soon to be lover, Clarke sucks Lexa's neck with gusto, emitting sounds of delight in the process.

With Clarke technically naked, her now hard nipples rubbing torturously good in the right places, her hands taking her to another level of excitement and the moans she's exuding now, becomes too much for Lexa. Her head becomes heavy with dizziness; she is unable to breathe properly. When her chest starts heaving and her muscles tense up is when she feels Clarke pulling away from her.

"Lexa?" Clarke, coming out of her sexual trance, questions Lexa with concern, scanning the girl's face. Realizing Lexa is struggling for air, she points out "shit, you're hyperventilating!" She grabs Lexa by the arms and gets her to sit up in bed.

Lexa places a trembling hand on her chest, she chokes attempting to speak. She's scared; not understanding what's going on with her.

"Hey, I'm here it's OK just breathe." Clarke crouches in front of her, placing her hands on Lexa's thighs, this time reassuringly "do it slowly, in and out" she goes into healer's mode; demonstrating how she's supposed to do it. "That's right. You're doing great."

Eventually with Clarke's help, Lexa's breathing evens out.

"Better?" Clarke looks up at her girl with worry.

Nodding Lexa confirms she is indeed feeling better, inhaling and exhaling without any trouble.

Clarke sighs relieved. She pats Lexa's legs soothingly, settling into a comfortable silence.

However, this quiet time brings lots of questions, even some uneasiness in her.

"Clarke" Lexa manages already having calmed down. "I'm sorry about that" she gulps. "I-I have no idea what happened to me I just, I don't know kinda shut down or something and…"

"Have you done this before?" Clarke asks, all of a sudden "I mean, with…" she signals with her head at Lexa's form.

"Uh um" Lexa hesitates but wants to respond anyway "No. Not in this body no" she lowers her head in shame, face flushed.

"OK… wow." Clarke lets her forehead drop on Lexa's knee; the news overwhelming her a bit. Five seconds ago she was worried sick for Lexa; now she can feel her skin burning with renewed desire. 'She's a virgin, a freaking virgin.' Clarke can't believe the realization is arousing her. 'You're gonna be the first one to have her, to touch her intimately; she's gonna be yours, only yours.' She stands up abruptly; being close to the girl is becoming much too tempting and she doesn't want to do something stupid.

Lexa can only watch helplessly as Clarke paces around like a caged lioness, a semi-nude lioness.

'Calm down Clarke, you can't go thinking like this; yes she is a virgin, yes she's willing to give herself to you and you do what? Jump her bones like a freaking teenage boy with a hard on causing her performance anxiety? Well done!' Clarke runs both her hands over her face, invaded by feelings of guilt. 'She's probably in no condition to do anything so back off, just cuddle or something… maybe next time,' a sort of whimper escapes her lips involuntarily.

The blonde's demeanor is causing Lexa to feel bad, thinking she has upset her woman. It is quite a contradicting sensation; to be turned on and sorry at the same time. But then again being in love with Clarke has never been easy. "Clarke?" She calls tentatively.

"Yes?" Clarke faces Lexa, trying to mask her disappointment.

"Just give me a moment and we will start over, OK?"

It is with Lexa's expression that Clarke notices that she misunderstood her reaction. "Hey, Lexa." She crouches once again taking Lexa's hands in hers. "Listen, this thing that happened to you it's perfectly normal; I came on too strong and I'm sorry." She apologizes and then assures "we don't have to do anything; we can just lay in bed, talk; I don't know whatever you want."

"No, you have nothing to apologize for," Lexa argues. "I want this Clarke; I do," she falters briefly and then leans forward questioning in a lower voice, "don't you?"

Clarke grunts, throwing her head back collecting herself before replying. "God, yes of course I want this!" she expresses not bothering to hide her excitement. "but I don't wanna rush you if you're not ready," her face showing how genuine she is being.

"I am ready Clarke," Lexa confirms but also admits "I guess I'm a little scared or something; maybe we could… take it slow?" She cringes hoping Clarke understands her insecurities, even if she doesn't herself.

"Yeah slow; right, we can do that!" The offer sounds reasonable to Clarke. "Promise me that you are going to tell me if anything is bothering you or you want to stop." When she receives a nod, she kisses Lexa's hands and remains with them in her grasp as she rises "c'mon get into bed."

Lexa scoots backwards until she's in the middle of the bed.

Clarke climbs in next, joining Lexa. She lies on her side, prompting her girlfriend to do the same.

With both facing each other; Clarke extends her hand, caressing Lexa's face.

Lexa closes her eyes, basking in the softness of Clarke's touch.

"You're so beautiful," Clarke murmurs staring at her girl already enchanted by her presence.

"So are you."

They stay that way for a moment gazing into each other eyes, silently communicating their love and trust. Clarke is the first to lean in; connecting their lips in a soft kiss that she hopes conveys her sentiments.

As expected, the kisses soon transform into an enjoyable make out session that lasts for a good while.

It is not apparent, but Clarke is in control the whole time, paying special attention to every change on Lexa's part, ready to stop if the brunette starts feeling uncomfortable. So far she seems to be OK, causing Clarke to relax and enjoy the encounter a little more.

Some minutes into it, Lexa's hands get adventurous stroking Clarke's curves and ribs.

The blonde, taking it as a good sign, tries her luck asking entrance with her tongue which is granted almost immediately.

It is evident that Lexa is more than fine with their actions; if the moans and hand now on Clarke's breast are any indication.

Sensing it is the right time, Clarke moves forward, coaxing Lexa onto her back. Once the girl lies on the mattress, Clarke positions herself on top of Lexa between her legs, supporting most of her weight on her arms. 'Slow, slow' she has to remind herself, allowing Lexa to get used to it.

Lexa sighs, liking very much the feel of Clarke's skin and body on top of hers. She takes the opportunity to glide her fingers over Clarke's back, silently inviting her to start moving.

And Clarke doesn't disappoint as she begins an unhurried and controlled grinding motion.

Things are getting pretty hot quickly; Lexa can't deny that, but there's still this deep anxiety that prevents her from doing more, so she settles for Clarke being in charge.

It is ironic since they find themselves in the same situation they were in the first time they did this; with Clarke taking the initiative. Of course she's not as demanding like she was that occasion due to Lexa's episode but fortunately today there's no need to hurry; nobody is expecting them, there's no imminent threat; it's just the two of them in their little world of reconnection.

As Clarke begins moving faster, Lexa twines her fingers in the blonde hair; relishing in the reawakening of her senses.

Encouraged by Lexa's caresses, Clarke decides to take the final step in removing the last article of clothing still clinging to them. She doesn't stop completely, but lowers her hands toward her own panties, that way Lexa will have a clear indication of her intentions.

Sure enough Lexa does notice but chooses to be a mute witness to Clarke getting rid of her minuscule underwear. When Clarke makes eye contact with her, she is aware of what's next, so she facilitates the task by lifting her hips allowing Clarke to remove her briefs. She hisses when Clarke's finger tips run across her hot flesh but she doesn't have time to feel embarrassed, since Clarke's sly jolt tells her the blonde is just as sensitive and receptive; a good boost for her ego. Unfortunately, it doesn't stop her self-consciousness at being completely bare in this new body which still lacks the muscle tone of her previous one.

But what she doesn't know is that Clarke is having a very difficult time containing herself.

Clarke swallows the dryness from her throat, thirsty for the girl she's dying to make into a woman. Wasting no time, Clarke repositions herself on top of Lexa, but now straddling one of her thighs.

In doing so both are capable of feeling the wetness of the other, creating a unison moan of pleasure.

Clarke's first instinct is to grind faster and harder but she refrains, remembering to be alert for Lexa. Again she begins slowly, which in theory should make things easier; only now they can feel each other wholly, making it a mind blowing experience.

"Come here," Lexa pulls Clarke's head down for a kiss in need of intimacy.

By now Clarke is too much into it, she devours Lexa's mouth; never stopping her pace. The hand she's not using for support wanders down Lexa's hips, breasts, face; any part of her girl's anatomy that is within her reach. It only spurts her more when she hears the moans and labored breathing of Lexa. There are a lot of things she could be doing, different positions, other techniques; however, what she needs now, what her body is craving is to be closer to Lexa.

Lexa despite being on cloud nine manages to notice how Clarke takes little breaks from her intense grinding; inhales loudly in order to gather herself and then continues. It is quite fascinating to see this woman; who has had many lovers; struggling to keep her cool and if she's correct, at the very edge of her own release.

"Oh baby" Clarke mumbles in complete abandon, now sucking Lexa's pulse point.

A lazy smirk adorns Lexa's face at the term of endearment she heard several times sixteen years ago under similar circumstances. 'I doubt anybody can make her feel this way,' Lexa reasons 'no matter how many women she had been with, Clarke desires me the most; I'm the one'. She concludes smugly. Her cockiness is short lived however. Distracted with her thoughts, she wasn't paying attention to Clarke's hand currently nearing her sex. It is too late now, Lexa can only arc her back as Clarke's fingers graze her most intimate spot.

"Is this OK?" Clarke's protective side rises up, verifying the state of her girlfriend.

"Ungh."

If she would've been in her right mind, Clarke would've laughed at the attempted answer Lexa just gave her –all the answer she needed actually –but there's no time for that. Clarke focuses on sliding her fingers over Lexa's swollen opening while checking on her for reactions.

"Cla...rke!" Lexa is losing it by the second at the sweet ministrations of her woman. She rakes her nails along Clarke's back and shoulders, holding onto her for dear life.

Clarke groans in pleasure and pain, determined more than ever to bring Lexa to an orgasm. She looks down at Lexa's face; eyes closed, head thrown back, lips parted in an o shape, completely at her mercy. 'Fucking perfect,' without any more doubts she finds the girl's clit with her thump and makes tight circles applying some pressure while inserting one sole finger carefully as far up as it can go. From there she starts a merciless tempo on Lexa's wet center.

And that's it for Lexa; she explodes in a current of long waves of ecstasy, muscles contracting in a blissful rhythm. She lets her body be consumed by the inner fire in her soul, contented and secure in Clarke's arms.

The view is to die for, and that's exactly what Clarke is undergoing at the vision, a tiny joyous death; nevertheless she continues with her thumb in place to draw the last of Lexa's rapture.

A minute later with the fog of her climax clearing out, Lexa begins planning how to repay such an amazing favor when she feels the fingers on her being removed. She doesn't make anything out of it at first, enjoying the small aftershocks that tingle throughout her body. But when she feels Clarke's knuckles hit her thigh repeatedly and the erratic way she is breathing, Lexa opens her eyes just in time to see Clarke in the throes of her own orgasm. 'Did she …' Aware of what just happened, she sighs having nothing to do but admire the magnificent picture of Clarke coming.

"Ugh" Clarke, still quivering, lets half her body collapse on top of Lexa, nuzzling into her neck.

"Clarke!" Lexa whines an accusation.

A throaty chuckle is the blonde's reply. "Sorry," she rearranges in such a way that one arm and leg is draped over Lexa. "You were so yummy, I couldn't stand it," it's her charming explanation.

"Fine…" Lexa concedes not pleased with the missed opportunity of her being the one making Clarke come.

Still panting, Clarke peeps through her disheveled hair at Lexa. "You OK?"

The worry in Clarke's voice brings a smile to Lexa's lips, her love and care never failing to warm her heart. "Yeah," she replies gently; her hand brushing over Clarke's arm onto her chest, quietly relishing the soft breathing in her ear. Lexa is about to tease Clarke about what they could do next when she hears the blonde sniffing, "Clarke?" She questions turning her head to the side, but instead of a response she watches in horror as Clarke's form begins to shake "oh Clarke." She immediately leaps up, taking the blonde into her arms.

Clarke, enveloped in Lexa's tight embrace, cant' hold back anymore the emotions that has consumed her; letting the sobs she tried to contain to go free.

Even as disturbed and confused as she is, Lexa keeps holding onto Clarke, giving her time to release whatever is troubling her.

"Please tell me this is not a dream." Clarke suddenly begins to bawl, staring at Lexa in despair, "tell me you're gonna stay here with me; don't leave me please."

It strikes Lexa hard the sight of Clarke so distressed and terrified; understanding completely the reason for her outburst. Not able to stand watching the woman she loves in such a state she takes Clarke's face in her hands remarking firmly, "I'm here Clarke, I'm real." Making sure their eyes meet she adds, "I'm not going anywhere" with that promise Lexa pulls Clarke closer to her chest hoping her heartbeat can soothe the blonde.

It seems to do the trick, Clarke calms down noticeably after a while.

Both silently reminisce about all those years apart and what they went through separately.

"I'm sorry." Clarke speaks in a low voice unexpectedly.

Lexa wants to tell her there's no need to, but Clarke continues.

"I just… I never thought I would be with you like this again."

The admission is sincere and heartbreaking; something Lexa can easily relate to.

"I know." Lexa kisses Clarke's forehead and arranges the two of them so they can lay down properly on the bed. She covers them carefully, never letting go of Clarke.

Emotionally and physically drained, they both fall sleep cuddling for the first time; and it feels normal, it feels right.

….

Lexa regains consciousness a few hours later, with Clarke still in her arms. She looks out onto the balcony spotting the subtle rays of the sun indicating it's still early in the morning. She focuses her eyes on Clarke who seems so peaceful in her slumber. Her lips curl up in a sly beam 'I'm so lucky', she thinks at the notion of them being together.

Clarke stirs in her sleep, the sheet covering her slips down to her waist leaving her breasts exposed.

Any trace of sleepiness in Lexa disappears on the spot, replaced by a scorched longing that starts in her crotch and spreads rapidly to all her nerve endings. Like it was drawn to it like a magnet, her hand strokes the expanse of Clarke's flesh over her chest and abs. She notices how muscular and firm Clarke's body is now, the body of a commander for sure; and the tattoos on her arms and back, they certainly contain a story Lexa is willing to discover. She is no way as fearful or insecure as she was the night before; on the contrary she is resolute to finish what she couldn't do hours earlier.

'It's my turn' with that certainty Lexa discards the covers entirely so she has access to all of Clarke; then she detaches cautiously and propels herself on top of Clarke, spreading the blonde's legs to accommodate herself between them. 'So good,' Lexa dips down and places her lips on Clarke's neck savoring her skin; she does the same to the other side, progressively going lower, paying the same attention to the sternum and chest.

Clarke begins twitching unconsciously.

Grunting at the naughtiness of her advances, Lexa puts a nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue for awhile and then switching to the other.

That's how Clarke finally wakes up; with a pleasurable sensation all over her body. She cranes her neck forward still groggy, but as soon as she becomes aware of what Lexa is doing her senses go into overload and more so when her girl descends leaving a trail of kisses that she feels everywhere. 'Oh my God!' Clarke can already imagine where Lexa is going, and that makes her heart rate skyrocket.

Lexa, however, takes her time, planting her hot lips on Clarke's abs, tasting the salty skin; her hands scratching Clarke's legs.

"Oh yeah," Clarke blurts out already lost in the sensations.

Kissing just above the blonde trimmed curls, Lexa moves her hands up, getting a firm hold on Clarke's mounds, toying with hard nipples.

The stimulation is so good that Clarke can't resist looking down at Lexa, impatient for her to go where she needs it the most. To her surprise, sparkling green eyes are expecting her already, wide open and suggestive.

Lexa smirks devilishly when blue orbs stare back at her and without farther ado she dips her tongue along the length of Clarke's wet pussy.

Clarke tilts her head back, emitting a guttural moan at the contact. She holds onto the sheets below her, needing something to keep her grounded.

It is music to Lexa's ears, the cries escaping from Clarke's throat. She licks with vigor onto Clarke's lips and opening, liking very much how the juices keep on flowing.

"Fuck baby oh yeah." Clarke's hands fly onto Lexa's head, kneading her scalp.

Tasting Clarke once again is transporting Lexa to their first sexual encounter; the same room, the same taste, the same responses. It's driving her insane in the best possible way; her original idea of prolonging Clarke's sweet agony is immediately discarded. Clarke's fingers gripping forcefully onto her head only fuel her lust and she has no other choice than to give in. Lexa guides the tip of her tongue on Clarke's clit, sucking and licking at it like it was the most delicious dessert she has ever tasted.

"Lex-uuuugh" with Lexa's name on her lips Clarke crashes down into the strongest orgasm of her life. Not even the most skilled lovers she ever had bedded can compare to all the passion, devotion and tenderness Lexa is capable of transmitting with one single stroke. She convulses and moans at the waves of sexual electricity running through her being. It is glorious; it is like she can feel Lexa's love invading her from deep inside, consuming her entirely; so intensely. Tears of joy roll down her cheeks.

She's not alone in this emotionally charged love making experience.

Lexa quickly climbs back up next to Clarke, embracing her and pampering her face with short kisses full of affection. "Ai hod yu in Klark kom Skaikru" she whispers with a broken voice, leaning her forehead on Clarke's cheek.

Hearing the words she had only dreamed of coming from Lexa's lips, Clarke begins weeping. "I love you too" she blabbers, clinging onto her young love.

Both hold onto each other, crying out loud.

All that had been broken inside of them for so many years, right at this very moment has been restored; the hole in their souls that accompanied them for so long has been filled. Here in the arms of one another with their bodies united as one and their love consummated, they find inner peace, they are finally complete.