The Not a One-Time Thing
The breaths on Lexa’s neck grew labored and shallower, the accompanying whimpers higher pitched. Lexa uncoiled the tension in her chest, letting her body relax as Clarke’s steady pace began to falter further. Clarke was teetering on the edge, Lexa felt it, and she wanted desperately to fall with her.
However, that was probably asking too much for their first time, and with a hard thrust and press of Lexa’s palm, Clarke’s hand stilled, and she shuddered in her arms. Clarke cried out, throwing her head back and to the ceiling, and the movement bounced her beautiful boobs directly in Lexa’s line of sight. And that, along with a few hard bucks of her own, was apparently enough to send her right over the edge.
Lexa’s heart pounded a heavy thrum as she shivered and shook through the final waves of her orgasm, and upon opening her eyes, Clarke crashed their mouths together. She withdrew her fingers swiftly, pulling a wince from Lexa, but her discomfort was short lived. Clarke's one hand braced the back of Lexa's head, tangling in her hair, her other hand cupped Lexa’s cheek tightly.
Lexa pulled out much slower and gentler than Clarke, wrapping both her arms around Clarke’s tense back, groaning at the salacious way Clarke was kissing her. After a few more marvelous minutes, Clarke began to slow her movements. Lexa placed a final chaste peck to very swollen lips and pulled back slightly.
“Jesus, Woods,” Clarke breathed, massaging her scalp tenderly. “I don’t even know what to say.”
Lexa pressed a kiss to each corner of Clarke’s mouth, grinning like a fool when she heard the sharp intake of breath in front of her. “You don’t have to say anything.”
Clarke chuckled in her arms and pressed her forehead to Lexa’s, letting their noses brush before placing a sweet kiss to her lips. “But I want to say something.”
“You can tell me anything. Everything.”
“I don’t want to freak you out,” Clarke admitted quietly. Her body suddenly tensed, and Lexa did her best to draw soothing circles on her back. Clarke’s eyes darted back and forth, dancing across every inch of Lexa’s face before speaking. “I really don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”
“Okay,” Lexa replied slowly. She wasn’t sure what Clarke meant by that. Did she just want a friends with benefits situation? Was she saying what Lexa only hoped she was saying? Did she feel something more than just sexual attraction?
“So you want to do this again?” Lexa asked calmly though her heart was close to punching a hole through her chest and hiding in the corner of her living room.
“No.”
Lexa’s arms began to sag with rejection, and she was pretty sure there wasn’t a more brutal two-letter word in the English language.
Clarke quickly shook her head, cupping both her hands around Lexa’s face. “No, I don’t want to show up at your doorstep and be completely unsure if you want what I want. I want to know that you feel the same. I want you to want me. I want to be able to knock on your door, and you greet me with a kiss because you love me as much as I love you. I want it all. I want all of you.”
Lexa grasped Clarke’s wrists as she finished speaking, and she knew the burning behind her eyes was about to spill out. And sure enough, a single tear escaped, but Clarke was quick to wipe it away with her thumb and a soft kiss.
Lexa sighed into the kiss but pulled away quickly. “Clarke,” she shook her head and looked down because this was really happening. Clarke had just confessed quite beautifully that she loved her. This was the stuff of romance novels, not her life. Lexa gave a breathy laugh before looking back into stunning baby blues.
“Take all of me. I don’t care. I’m yours.”
