The Victory Kiss

 

What was she thinking? Relationships could excel despite the circumstances that they started from. She was pretty sure she got that trivial advice from a ludicrous but highly entertaining movie anyway.

 

Lexa promptly shut off her brain and let her heart guide her. She tilted her chin up just a fraction and was instantly rewarded with the soft press of sweet lips on her own. Clarke adjusted the hold on her neck, scraping her fingernails gently against Lexa’s scalp, as she parted her lips inviting Lexa to deepen the kiss.

 

Lexa did just that, her tongue peeking out, tasting the strawberry chapstick Clarke always wore. Her fingers dug into strong hips as Clarke pressed into her, her tongue eager to explore all that Lexa offered. Lexa fought to stifle the moan that was threatening to spill into Clarke, but when Clarke released the most seductive sound she had ever heard, Lexa couldn’t control herself any longer.

 

She slipped her hands up, gathering the cotton of Clarke’s shirt in her fists, exposing a bit of skin for her hands to explore. She didn’t care that they were in a public space, and if the shivers and moans Lexa could feel coming from Clarke were any sign, she didn’t care either.