The Mid-Sex Chat
Lexa pulled on the hand clasped within her own, and Clarke immediately released the seal on her clit and removed her finger, looking up with knitted brows and a small pout, the perfect image of confusion and concern.
“Are you okay?” Clarke breathed, and dammit, her chin glistened with Lexa’s arousal, and all she wanted was to guide Clarke back to her burning and aching center. But she stopped her for a reason, and the longer she sat there, not speaking, the more worried Clarke became.
“I’m great, I just…” Lexa struggled to find a way to explain how she was feeling without scaring Clarke away. The truth of the matter was she was in love with her, and feeling her like this, without knowing what exactly the expectations were, was damn near tearing her apart inside.
“Lexa,” Clarke sat up higher on her knees, reached a strong arm up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and damn, Lexa could smell herself on Clarke’s fingers.
Clarke let her touch linger on Lexa’s cheek as she spoke. “You can talk to me. It’s okay.”
“I just…” Lexa took in a steadying breath, closing her eyes to build the courage. She opened her eyes to find Clarke looking at her so softly, so lovingly, that it was all she needed to confess. “I really like you, Clarke.”
“Well, I should hope so. I did just have my mouth and tongue all over you.”
Lexa let out a huff of laughter and shook her head, “No, I mean... Is this just sex?”
“Oh, we’re having this conversation now,” Clarke nodded purposefully. “I had hoped to make you come at least once before we got to it, but I’m flexible.” She looked down at their still connected hands and began to move her fingers around, tracing patterns, untangling and re-tangling their hands. She shook her head and looked back up at Lexa.
Lexa was suddenly hit with something near mortification. She just had the woman of her dreams nestled between her legs, eating her out with admirable gusto, and she just had to stop her and clarify where they stood. She just had to be that person.
“Clarke, I’m sorry. We can just… get back to it. If you want?” Lexa sighed and grimaced, but Clarke just cocked her head to the side, still playing with her hand.
“You’re one of the most intelligent people I’ve ever met, but you kinda suck at noticing when someone’s into you.”
“What?” Lexa blinked rapidly, her mind playing catchup to what her ears just heard.
“It is about sex. I’ve been thinking about my head between your thighs for, fuck... ages. But it’s more. I really like you too.”
Lexa released a deep breath and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth to try and reel in the embarrassingly large grin forming. Clarke suddenly leaned forward, pulling Lexa’s lip from her teeth and into her mouth. Lexa eagerly opened her mouth allowing Clarke even more access, and Clarke took advantage. “God,” she moaned. “Your lips are so fucking kissable. I can’t get enough.”
Lexa hummed in response because Clarke was currently trailing kisses down her neck. And yeah, she couldn’t get enough of Clarke’s lips either. “Now,” Clarke murmured against the underside of her breast. “I’d really like to pick up where we left off. If that’s still okay with you?”
She looked up with big blue eyes, and Lexa barely nodded before Clarke settled between her legs once again. She pulled on Lexa’s thighs, positioning her perfectly at the edge of the couch, and as she leaned in to recapture Lexa’s still aching clit, she also slipped two fingers deep inside Lexa.
Lexa’s back arched off the couch, her hand reaching for something, and when Clarke grasped hers, Lexa shuddered and cried out. The combination of her tongue flicking, her fingers thrusting, her hand grasping sent Lexa barreling towards the edge quicker than she expected, and she didn’t hold back her vocal acknowledgment of that fact. Clarke moaned into her in response as she kept her steady pace.