The Bedroom

 

Lexa planted her feet and stood strong. Clarke pressed again, but Lexa merely smirked into her mouth as their kisses became wetter and more desperate. Lexa dropped both hands to the waistband of Clarke’s sweats, but instead of pushing them down, Lexa dug her fingers into her hips and guided her backwards. Clarke tensed as if she wanted to protest, and Lexa dropped her hands and broke the kiss immediately.

 

She leaned back far enough to trace her eyes back and forth over Clarke’s face, searching for a sign that she was wrong, that Clarke wanted to stop. “Are you okay?”

 

As heated as the past few minutes had been, Lexa’s heart suddenly pounded with an alarming staccato, because Clarke wasn’t looking at her with lust or hunger. She was looking at her with tenderness and perhaps love, and that revelation had Lexa struggling to swallow down every cry of joy she currently wanted to shout from the highest building on campus.

 

Clarke nodded softly, and Lexa extended her hand. Overly warm fingers entangled with her own, and she gently tugged, leading them into her bedroom. She stopped at the foot of her bed and wrapped both arms around Clarke’s neck. “Is this something you still want?”

 

Clarke’s hands were trembling slightly as they grasped her bare back, and she pressed her forehead to Lexa’s. “So much,” Clarke whispered. “Do you want to?”

 

Lexa pressed a gentle kiss to Clarke’s lips. “Absolutely.”

 

Lexa felt Clarke’s forehead crinkle as the smile stretched the skin and muscles on her face. The kiss was slow, full of warmth and tongues, and Lexa’s hands tugged at the soft cotton of Clarke’s pants. They pooled to the ground along with her underwear, and Clarke kicked them away as she pulled at Lexa’s sweats and boy shorts.

 

She used the heel of her foot to slide her pants off, and when the backs of her knees hit the edge of her bed, she pulled Clarke with her. Clarke straddled her lap, and the warmth of her body radiated straight into Lexa's chest. Her hands were everywhere, sliding along Clarke’s firm thighs, up the curve of her hips, grazing her toned back. Lexa pulled her close, unable to stay away from her lips any longer.

 

Clarke nudged Lexa backwards, crawling with her until her head rested on an overstuffed pillow. Clarke hovered over her, her hair hanging in a curtain around her face, blocking Lexa from seeing anything but a wall of honey blonde. Lexa gently gathered the obstruction in her hands and pushed it all over one shoulder. She let her fingers trail down Clarke’s cheek to her lips, and Clarke fluttered her eyes shut at the gentle caress. Clarke balanced her weight on one hand and reached up with the other, bringing Lexa’s palm to her mouth.

 

Lexa inhaled a stuttered breath as Clarke placed a sweet kiss to the center of her hand, opened her eyes and then smirked.

 

Lexa’s body reacted almost instinctively. She shifted her weight and pulled Clarke beneath her, and Lexa swallowed that little noise of surprise that left Clarke’s mouth. Lexa rocked her whole body down, being sure to drag her bare chest on Clarke’s, and the sensation of so much skin sliding on skin pulled a near-primal groan from her lips.

 

She placed a trail of blazing kisses down Clarke’s neck, and as Clarke writhed beneath her, as her flesh heated, and her breathing became uneven, Lexa’s heart pounded even harder. It was a mix of pride and desire and love. That’s what it was. Love. Lexa knew she loved the woman who was currently raking her nails up and down her back as she took a nipple into her mouth. She loved Clarke, and even if Clarke didn’t feel the same, if this was to be the only chance she got to be with her, Lexa was going to take full advantage and show her what it felt like to be worshipped.

 

As Lexa released Clarke’s stiff peak with a little pop and moved on to the other, she contemplated exactly what she wanted to do first. She could slide her hand down that perfectly smooth skin and feel those velvety folds that were currently rocking up into her, desperate for friction. Or she could continue her trail of kisses down, drag her tongue through Clarke’s slick heat and taste the woman she was in love with for the first time.