The Needy Mess

 

Clarke pulled Lexa back up her body, and she was acutely aware of the needy mess she created as Clarke’s eyes bored into her own, completely dark and wanting. They held the intense stare for a moment as both caught their breath.

 

Lexa’s eyes darted back and forth across Clarke’s face, making sure she was still okay, and when Clarke barely nodded and pulled her down for a deep slow kiss, Lexa had her answer.

 

She shifted her weight again, settling a thigh between Clarke’s spread legs, and gently raked her nails down. Down Clarke’s ribs, leaving a trail of goosebumps as she went. Clarke’s breathing hitched and she broke the kiss with anticipation. Lexa allowed herself to smile against Clarke’s mouth as she ran a single finger through wet hot folds.

 

Clarke shuddered beneath her, and strong hands suddenly slid down Lexa’s back and settled at the top of her thighs. Lexa continued to explore Clarke slowly, not with any intent but to enjoy the feeling of having her bare and beautiful and close.

 

However, when Clarke’s breathing became ragged and her grip tightened, causing Lexa to rock forward, and she let out that breathy begging single word, “Lexa...” Lexa abandoned her casual exploration and gave in to Clarke’s desires.

 

She slipped two fingers in, meeting no resistance, and using her own thigh for a little more leverage, began a steady thrusting pace. Clarke moaned and writhed as she matched Lexa’s rhythm perfectly, never releasing the tight grip she had just below Lexa’s bottom.

 

Clarke’s increasingly deep pants prevented any further kissing, but Lexa just needed to keep that intimacy. She craved it. So as she continued to roll into Clarke, to push her fingers inside, curling every so often to reach that tiny bundle, she dragged her lips down Clarke’s jaw and settled at the base of her neck.

 

Lexa nipped and immediately soothed the soft slightly sweaty skin with her tongue, and a single hand abandoned its grip on her bottom and tangled in her hair, keeping her in place.

 

Clarke let out a guttural moan as she turned her head slightly, allowing Lexa a better angle to kiss at the overly heated flesh. Lexa must have hit a particularly pleasurable spot because suddenly, Clarke’s back arched off the bed, and her knee bent pushing her thigh hard against Lexa’s aching core.