The Crazy Post-Orgasmic Confession

 

Lexa jerked at the sudden contact, but Clarke held her in place and kept her leg flexed, encouraging her to grind against her perfectly muscled thigh. “Come with me, Lexa,” she whispered breathily in her ear.

 

Lexa increased the speed of her thrusts as she rocked back on Clarke’s thigh. She ground down, being sure to use that extra momentum to thrust her fingers harder inside Clarke and allowing her palm to press deliciously against Clarke’s swollen clit.

 

The whimpers, the pants, the slick sound of her fingers sliding in and out, all added to her already insanely aroused state. She felt Clarke’s rhythm start to falter, her grip in her hair became tighter, and Lexa knew that she was close.

 

Clarke tugged her up, and the kiss was messy and uncoordinated but perfect, as Clarke drew closer and closer to her high. Lexa involuntarily rocked herself harder against Clarke’s thigh, and she was so engrossed in feeling everything beneath her, her own orgasm surprised her.

 

Clarke flexed her thigh at just the right moment when Lexa was grinding back, and that was it. Lexa shuddered, and her rhythm faltered for the first time that night as waves and shivers of pleasure raced through her body. Her fist curled in the bedsheet, balling it into a tiny knot, and her fingers shivered and shook within Clarke.

 

She felt Clarke grind up into her, and it took all the will power she had in her euphorically tired body to match those last thrusts, but she did, and Clarke clamped down on her, shuddering with her mouth pulled into a silent moan. Lexa admired the view, determined to lock away the sight of this gorgeous woman coming undone beneath her.

 

But Lexa was also desperately in love and just came from grinding on Clarke’s thigh mere seconds before making Clarke come with her fingers. All the adrenaline, endorphins, and emotions were overwhelming, and she just needed to feel Clarke.

 

So she slowly removed her fingers, grimacing slightly when Clarke hissed through her teeth and positioned herself directly on top of Clarke. She pushed a few strands of sweaty hair off of Clarke’s forehead and leaned down.

 

The kiss was slow and tender, and Lexa just let her body say everything her mind wouldn’t let her. Clarke reciprocated eagerly, her hands gently dragging up and down Lexa’s back, and the next few minutes spent lazily making out in post-orgasmic bliss passed far too quickly.

 

Clarke pulled away first, guiding Lexa’s head down to her breast. Lexa shifted her body, positioning most of her weight to the side but kept her leg and arm thrown lazily across Clarke. Clarke wrapped around her, and she snuggled against the soft, warm skin, smiling when she heard the steady cadence of Clarke’s heartbeat pumping away.

 

She relaxed further into the embrace as Clarke tangled their fingers over her stomach and began drawing lazy patterns on her back. Lexa was so content and sated that she almost drifted off to sleep, but Clarke’s steady heartbeat started to race, and Lexa immediately tensed and shifted off of Clarke’s chest and onto her side.

 

She watched as Clarke took a steadying breath before turning to face Lexa.

 

“I should tell you something,” Clarke nearly mumbled. She had her hands folded in front of her chest as she lay there, looking incredibly uncomfortable and nervous, and Lexa’s heart plummeted to the depths of her stomach at the sight.

 

This was it. This was the moment Clarke told her that this was a one-time thing. That she was just feeling lonely and needed a good fuck. Or even worse, this was when Clarke told her sleeping with her was a mistake.

 

Lexa wrapped her own arms protectively around her middle and gave a succinct nod. She braced herself for Clarke’s next words, willing her body to remain calm. She could cry or scream about it later. She would not let herself break down in front of the woman she loved.

 

Clarke had to have seen the sudden wall build at breakneck speed on her face because she was suddenly tenderly pushing errant strands of hair behind her ear and tsking with a soft smile on her lips.

 

“It’s nothing bad, Lexa. At least, I hope it’s not bad.” Clarke reached down and untangled one of Lexa’s hands, intertwining their fingers and placing a kiss on each of her knuckles.

 

Lexa wanted to believe her; her heart was screaming at her to relax, pounding so loudly she could barely hear Clarke’s next words.

 

“I’m sure you probably thought this was just about sex. And it was, a little. But the truth is, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. Not since that day on the bus when you liked my Instagram post. I thought that coming over here, sleeping with you, might have just gotten you out of my system, but I think it’s had the total opposite effect. Or maybe I was never supposed to just get you out of my system. Maybe all this that I’m feeling is exactly what I’m supposed to be feeling.” Clarke paused her ramble to take a deep breath, smiled, and continued with a little squeeze of their clasped hands.

 

“And I have no idea where you stand, except I sorta do because no one has ever kissed me the way you did after. No one. There was so much love and tenderness there, and fuck, Lexa. You’re just so wonderful, and you’re exactly the kind of person I want to fall in love with. Smart and beautiful, capable and caring, powerful when you need to be and oh-so-fucking sexy.”

 

Clarke raised her free hand and traced a line from Lexa’s temple down to her lips, stopping there to drag her thumb all the way across her bottom lip before gently cupping her cheek. Lexa’s face flushed with the tender touch, and she was temporarily embarrassed that Clarke could feel the heat in her palm. But any bashfulness fled in full force when Clarke’s brows knitted together in an adorably soft scrunch and the most loving smile she had ever witnessed pulled at the corners of Clarke’s lips.

 

“Hell, I might already be in love with you. And I hope I haven’t scared you away with this impressive babbling here, because I would very much like to continue to see you, with and without your clothes on.”

 

Clarke added that last little bit with a devilish wink and smirk before continuing somewhat somberly. “So, is there any chance that I’m right here? Am I crazy, or do you feel it too?”

 

Lexa sharply inhaled, her breath coming in stuttered, as Clarke asked her last question. Her mind was ablaze with what Clarke had just confessed, and she was cursing herself for an utter lack of words at the moment. Clarke’s hand became clammy and overly warm, and Lexa heard the nervous little puffs of air leaving her lungs. She hastened to steady her mind enough to answer because the guilt she felt for, making Clarke wait and worry was about to eat her alive.

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“Clarke,” her voice was far raspier than she expected, her throat dry from nerves and exertion. Lexa wetted her lips and smiled before finding the courage to continue. “You’re not crazy because if you’re crazy, then I most certainly am crazy. Actually, you know what? Yeah, I am crazy. Crazy in love with you.”

 

Clarke giggled at Lexa’s extraordinary use of the English language before placing a long but chaste kiss to her lips. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re all ineloquent and nervous.” Another kiss. “I love that I get you so worked up.” A longer, wetter kiss followed by Clarke rolling Lexa onto her back and straddling her hips. “And I’m so fucking happy I decided to take that titillating tits photo and send it to you.”

 

Despite Lexa’s general distaste for brash terms such as “tits”, she could hardly argue because Clarke pressed into her, kissing her much less innocently than a few moments ago, and Clarke might be in love with her. That alone made everything worth it.

 

Their chests slid against one another, and Lexa groaned as she felt all the skin and slick and stiff nipples slide on her own. And yeah, she could admit it, Clarke really did have titillating tits.