Chapter 10

Clarke pulled her into the room. They had spent the night there a few days ago. Nothing had changed, but everything had at the same time. Clarke knew that she needed the rest, but she felt like she was about to explode. She needed Lexa more. So, she planned on having her and then resting. She just hoped that Lexa was on the same page with her.

Lexa looked at her and waited to see what Clarke was going to say. She could see the storm in her eyes. She recognized the feralness there. She wished that she had anticipated Clarke's mood swing better, but she knew that she would get better with time. They had that now she shared Clarke's blood. But, Lexa was pragmatic in her thoughts and how she went about approaching things. Knowing things from her past life and the stories that Octavia and Echo/Ash has shared with her in the bunker had allowed her to formulate her own plans for the next life, in preparation for Clarke and of Clarke.

But to see the unadulterated lust in Clarke's eyes, something she'd never really had the joy of seeing, was eye opening into the soul of Wanheda. She wasn't just passionate about saving the people, saving Lexa; she was passionate about Lexa. There was a lust, a passionate dominance, and a need that Lexa had dreamt about for, well, a lifetime, but never had the pleasure of having. Clarke check off imaginary boxes on a list of things that she wanted from and to share with a lover. Clarke was literally made for her. Keryon had deemed it so, and now she was benefiting from it.

Clarke moved closer to her and shoved her against the metal door. Her back hit with a thick thud but no pain. Green eyes searched blown, almost black, blue orbs trying to gauge how far gone Clarke was into her carnality at the moment. Depending on what Lexa said or die, she might make it out of the room with a very noticeable limp or a fresh line of scratches down her back. Either didn't bother her. She'd wear Clarke's passion proudly. (Who wouldn't?)

"Klark?!"

"Shof op," Clarke commanded. (Shut up or Quiet.)

Clarke leaned into her. Her face millimeters from Lexa's. Lexa's eyes were fixated on her. Clarke's eyes were moving from left to right and then down to her lips and back again. Both of Clarke's hands hit the door on either side of Lexa's head. Her eyes flew to Lexa and held them.

"Kova daun." (Undress.)

"Hir? Nau?" (Here? Now?)

"Kom nau," Clarke stated, but she didn't move to allow Lexa to complete the task. (Right now.)

"Ai gaf geda in," Lexa replied. (I need room.)

"Kom NAU," Clarke hissed.

Lexa realized that she was going to have to make do with what little room she had. She reached up and unzipped the Guard jacket. She shimmied enough until she could get it off her shoulders, mostly by sliding down the door a little and then back up. Clarke didn't blink. Turning her head to the side, she saw the table and chairs that served many purposes in Clarke's quarters and tossed the jacket towards it. Standing back up, she met Clarke's eyes again. There was no war between them, but she realized that Clarke wasn't going to move until she had Lexa nude before her.

It took a lot of dexterity and calculations, but Lexa finally got undressed down to her breast band and her boy shorts. Righting herself between Clarke's arms, she waited to see what Clarke was going to do to her. She was open to anything, but she wondered how far Clarke was willing to go in their time together before the outside world came for them again.

"I said strip," Clarke said. "You stopped. You didn't obey."

"I undressed as you asked, Wanheda. You didn't tell me to be beras. Moba, wigod ai op, Wanheda." (...naked. Sorry, forgive me...)

It must have been enough for Clarke, because she didn't give Lexa another breath to say or do anything else. She pounced like panther. There was a strange gentleness behind her movements, but it was obvious that Clarke was going to be in charge and very demanding of what she took from Lexa. Lexa was okay with this. She knew that this was something that Clarke needed, and she was willing to give it to her. Clarke stared deeply into her eyes. Her mouth plundered Lexa's, kissing with a passion that Lexa had only felt fighting.

Lexa didn't fight her. She could have overpowered her and slowed Clarke's movements, but she honestly didn't want to. She wanted to know what Clarke wanted, needed, demanded from her in times like this. She knew that Clarke was a passionate about peace and saving life. This was a different type of passion. It was heady and carnal. Lexa could smell herself responding to it. Her skin felt like it was on fire, and every nerve was preparing for the next touch that Clarke gave her. She stood there, now naked, and let Clarke...do her worst...worship her...love her completely.

Clarke had no words for the beauty that was before her. The tattoos were the same. Some of the scars were the same, but she knew deep down that this wasn't the same Lexa that she'd fallen in love with. This Lexa was no less though. She was different, but she was the same. And, Clarke couldn't stop her body's reaction, either way, to her. She needed Lexa...in every lifetime. This one was no different, but she was harder than Lexa. Time hadn't been kind to Clarke, so Lexa's full submission and gentleness were tempering, soulful, and downright life affirming for her. She'd drown in the feelings that Lexa gave her and die smiling. She knew that Lexa was her Keryonteina. They were meant to be, in every lifetime, and no one was going to separate them. No one. Again.

Clarke just kept watching her eyes. Lexa finally broke the trance that she was under and reached up, grabbing Clarke's face, and kissed her hard. It was enough to make Clarke move. She leaned in again and kissed Lexa, demandingly. Her hands came off the door and buried into Lexa's braided her. She pulled her naked body closer, off the door, and into her own. She held her and kissed her like both their lives depended on it.

When Lexa broke the kiss, she stared deeply into Clarke's completely blown azure eyes and asked, "What do you need from me?"

Clarke didn't answer. She couldn't. Lexa was taking her breath away.

Instead of answering, Clarke kissed her again. Pulling her back into the blonde's body, she fist her hands in Lexa's hair. She pulled it, almost too hard, and Lexa moaned into her mouth. Thrust her tongue in, Clarke deepened the kiss, making it sloppy and nasty. She needed Lexa under her quickly. She didn't wait. She pulled the older woman back with her until they made it to the bunk that Clarke could call a bed.

Pushing Lexa down, Clarke stood there admiring her body. Her eyes gazed over Lexa's naturally tan skin, taking in every tattoo, every scar, every blemish, bruise or freckle that she could find. Lexa lay there and let her take her fill. She kept her body open and waiting. She wanted Clarke as much as it seemed that Clarke wanted her. She couldn't and wouldn't deny it or Clarke.

Lexa lay on the bed. She wasn't ashamed of her body. She knew that she had musculature that many found pleasing. She knew that she had her fair share of admirers that would have loved to bed her, but she could only think about Clarke. She might not have had the same memories of them being together, but she didn't need them. The few short days that she was together in the last life told her enough about the feisty blonde she called "Niron." She had fallen more in love with her Wanheda from the stories that Octavia and Echo had given her, but to see her, now, in her glory, Lexa finally understood it. Clarke was an easy woman to love and an easy woman to lose. Lexa wanted to keep her and love her until she couldn't anymore. Lexa would wait for her in any lifetime.

Watching Clarke catalog her body was frustrating considering, but she allowed her to take her time. She wasn't going to rush her. She knew that Clarke needed this. And, then her eyes fixated on the spot that wasn't there. The wound that she hadn't personally received from Titus, but another Lexa had. She wished that there was someway that she could take that pain from Clarke, but she knew she couldn't. To do so would be a mistake. Clarke needed that pain in order to become Wanheda incarnate. She needed it to defy Death and come back to save them all. No, Lexa wouldn't take the pain from her, but she would be damned before she would let it consume her lover. She would do anything and everything that she could in order to make sure that Clarke knew that she was alive and well. That she was there to love Clarke to there fullest and that together they would see the new dawn of man past Praimfaya.

"Klark?"

The blonde launched herself at Lexa. Her lips finding the spot on her torso that wasn't blemished or wounded in this life, and wouldn't be by Clarke's own gun and Titus' hand. Lexa let her explore the flesh, knowing that Clarke needed to do it. This was another way for her cement their love.

"I'm here, Klark. I'm here, ai niron."

That was all it took to break the spell. Clarke flicked her eyes up and met Lexa's. There was worry, but it was overpowered by love. Clarke realized that she was a little overdressed for the situation. She reached up and tore her shirt off. She fell on the bed, onto Lexa, and into her arms. Lexa held her. She wasn't sure if it was what Clarke wanted or needed, but she would give it to her.

After a few moments, she felt Clarke's mouth on her skin. She couldn't help the smile that started on her lips. Clarke was giving her butterfly kisses to any piece of skin that she could reach with her mouth. It wasn't much as she had tucked herself up into Lexa's body. Her head was nestled in the crook of Lexa's throat. She could feel the blonde kissing her pulse point, her shoulder, her neck, the underside of her chin and jaw. She dipped her head just enough to reach her collar bones, too. Clarke was painted her love on Lexa's skin, one sweet, small kiss at a time.

Lexa tightened her hands around her. She could feel the tears that were slipping from Clarke's eyes, and she knew it was without her permission. Clarke had been feral and demanding seconds before. She knew that the blonde would be prone to mood swings just watching in the crowd. She couldn't blame her for them. If she had lived as many lives as Clarke had to try to save her, she would be moody, too.

Finally, Clarke came back into herself, it seemed. The feralness and carnality that she had been displaying before came back. She moved and put herself, still only shirtless, over Lexa's nude body. She held herself up and then moved down to give her a filthy kiss. It wasn't sweet. It was all teeth and tongue. She was claiming Lexa in that kiss, and Lexa was enjoying it.

When that wasn't enough anymore, Clarke moved down again. She bit at her clavicles, leaving marks all over them. Lexa wouldn't be able to wear some of her lower cut shirts for a few days. (And, if Clarke had any say in it, it would be longer than that, if ever.) She sucked and marked as she moved down Lexa's body.

Somewhere in the back of Clarke's mind, she knew that she didn't have the time for this, but she didn't care. She needed this. Lexa was one of the few things that could bring her back to reality and the present that she was living, no matter the life. Lexa was a constant. She was constant in a way that Octavia and Echo couldn't be. And, knowing that Lexa could now remember was a balm that Clarke didn't know she needed. Having her, keeping her, and loving her, that is all Clarke really wanted out of life. Besides, sharing her family, Abby and Madi, with her, too.

And, while she knew that they couldn't be at this all day, something that Clarke would remedy soon, she wasn't going to be deterred in the moment. She was going to take Lexa, and she was going to take her now. Her mother just might have to start the serum without her. She knew her mother could handle it.

Her mouth latched on to the spot where Lexa had been shot. She sucked and bit. It was strangely a sensitive spot on Lexa's torso. The sensations that she were electric and flowed straight to her core. She continued to nip and suck there. Lexa arched off the bed at the feeling, and at one point, reached down to bury her hand in Clarke's hair. Clarke knew that it meant Lexa was on edge. She loved her enough to know that Lexa didn't demand, didn't beg, to be loved. She accepted what she was given. She never really let her emotions overtake her, but with Clarke, it was different. She could tell just by the feel of Lexa's fingertips on her skin, on her scalp, buried in her hair. Clarke was driving her nuts and to the bring of oblivion.

She couldn't help the smile that graced her lips. It wasn't going to stop her. She relished in Lexa's need, her loss of decorum. She thrived on it, thirsted for it, and drank it up like it was a life giving elixir. She wanted more, everything and anything that she could wring from Lexa's tone and disciplined body. She could smell the proof of Lexa's need, so she descended further down her body, dragging her tongue and mouth down, leaving a trail on her way to Lexa's core.

She settled herself between Lexa's legs. Flicking her eyes up, she could see that Lexa was watching her. Viridescent blown orbs were locked onto Clarke. She was taking in everything that Clarke was doing to her. She leaned forward just enough for her mouth to come into contact with Lexa's sex.

She moaned. Lexa fucking moaned at the contact and Clarke wanted to scream in jubuliation. Her lover was alive. Her lover was still hers. Her lover still wanted her, no matter how crazy she might be due to all the rebirths and shit. Lexa still wanted her and enjoyed her touch.

"Beja, Niron, kidraun nou ai du, nau," Lexa actually begged of her. (Please, Lover, don't tease me, now.)

Clarke couldn't deny her. She knew how much it took for Lexa to say those words. She leaned into her and ran her tongue through her folds. The sweet nectar of the gods met her and the taste was divine. Lexa might not, exactly, be a god in the pantheon of the Grounder's religion, but she was to Clarke.

She was getting drunk on Lexa's taste. She licked and sucked, over and over again. She felt Lexa trembling under her ministrations. She felt her tug at her hair, but the pain only drove her further into her conquest of Lexa's sex. Using her nose, she shifted, keeping Lexa's nether lips apart so she could nibble on the prize. She felt it before she looked down at into the pink of her love. The throbbing bud was pulsing and begging for attention, attention that Clarke was more than happy to give. She leaned back in and took Lexa's clit in her mouth. It didn't take more than three good sucks and licks before Lexa roared to the heavens in pleasure. Clarke wasn't sure that she'd ever heard Lexa be that loud in bed before, on a battlefield, yes, but not in the throes of passion. She smiled and kept up her assault, determined to make her shoute again.

"Niron...beja...beja...niron...beja," Lexa was mumbling over and over again.

Clarke knew that she'd reduced the woman to Trig before. It was always an awesome sight. She also knew that it had to be on the verge of oblivion for Lexa to totally forget Gonasleng with her. That drove Clarke to demand more from Lexa's body. She wanted her absolutely "stupid" when she was done with her.

She leaned over, propping herself up on her right arm. She'd moved just enough, so that she could look from Lexa's core to her face with just the right flick of her eyes. Her fingers toyed at Lexa's core. She touched her lightly. It was all innocent enough, but it belied the want and need that Clarke had. When Lexa's hips raised again, demanding more from her lover, Clarke answered the call and pounced again. She drove home two fingers deep into Lexa's warmth. Lexa bucked and called out for more. Clarke gave it to her. Three fingers deeps and with incoherent words dropping from the brunette's mouth, Clarke resumed her position at her core and took her bud into her mouth again. It didn't take long for Lexa to tumble over not once but twice more.

As Lexa settled, Clarke tried to sweetly clean her up. She just couldn't get enough of Lexa's taste. There was knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Clarke called out.

"It's Octavia. I'm back from TonDC with news," Octavia said from the other side of the door. "And, your mother is looking for you."

"Right. Be there in a minute. Are you going to wait on me?" Clarke asked as she got off the bed and looked at her spent lover, smug smile on both their faces.

"Not unless you want me to," Octavia answered.

"Tell Mom, I'll meet her in the airlocks," Clarke told her.

"Okay," Octavia replied.

Clarke looked back at Lexa. She looked deliriously happy, but they both had things to do. Praimfaya wasn't going to stop just because they wanted it to.

"You need to find Madi and make sure that she's cared for while we are dealing with all of this," Clarke told her.

"Sha, Niron, ai na du," Lexa replied, sleepily and spent. (Yes, Lover, I will.)

"Be sure that you do. I'll see you a dinner and update you on the serum. Don't be late," Clarke told her pulling a new shirt over her head and heading out the door, leaving a perfectly sated Lexa naked in her bed.