The Provocative Smirk

 

It would appear that Clarke was an incredibly observant person because as Lexa just stared at those perfectly full lips, they pulled into a sly little smile. Clarke leaned in, her hot breath tickling Lexa’s ear as she whispered, “Mouth it is.”

 

Clarke took Lexa’s earlobe into her mouth tugging with her teeth as she released it, only to trail her tongue down Lexa’s fluttering neck. She took her time, teasing and biting and sucking, and Lexa was quickly becoming a writhing impatient mess.

 

She didn’t know what to do with her body as Clarke worked her up. She wanted to feel, to touch, to kiss, to do something, but Clarke was working her tongue around her nipple, one hand sliding along her ribs, inflaming her skin, and the other was kneading and massaging her other breast perfectly, and Lexa didn’t want her to stop. So she just threaded one hand through Clarke’s hair, needing a point of contact as her other hand gripped at the couch, anchoring her in the moment.

 

Clarke’s wandering hand slipped between their bodies, and a single finger slid through her dripping heat. Lexa jolted at the touch, and her already labored breathing wasn’t quelled as Clarke groaned out, “You’re already so wet for me.”

 

Lexa bit her lip, trying to suppress the whimper as Clarke eased herself off of Lexa’s lap and onto her knees in front of her. Two firm yet gentle hands pushed Lexa’s legs wider apart, but before Clarke leaned in, she locked eyes with Lexa, just checking in. Lexa attempted a provocative smirk but was pretty sure it just came out as a mushy if not slightly needy grin. Clarke smirked in return, and Lexa threw her head back against the couch, because Clarke most definitely nailed the steamy suggestive smile she was going for.

 

Lexa’s hands were suddenly moving as Clarke guided them to the top of her head. She got the message and tangled her fingers slightly, pulling a satisfied moan from Clarke as she let her nails drag on her scalp.

 

Clarke’s moan was drowned out at the first swipe of her tongue by Lexa’s own guttural groan. Clarke’s tongue was hot, wet, and strong, and the patterns she casually drew on her clit had her whole body stuttering wildly.

 

Clarke pulled one of Lexa’s hands from her hair and clasped it in her own. The sweetness and intimacy of the gesture drew in a stuttered breath deep into Lexa’s lungs.

 

Clarke was meticulous with her tongue, slowly licking through her folds to come back to her clit, and back down again. Lexa’s body grew hot, and sweat started to trickle down her back as she ground her hips against Clarke’s mouth.

 

Clarke suddenly slipped a single finger inside of Lexa and began thrusting slowly. The unexpected fullness had her bucking madly into Clarke’s face.

 

And it was wonderful. But also really intense. Having Clarke, the woman whom she was irrevocably in love with, there, doing delicious things with her tongue and finger sent Lexa’s mind reeling.

 

Part of her just wanted to let Clarke carry on, building her up higher and higher. But another part of her was so overwhelmed that she just wanted Clarke to stop, only for a moment so she could let her head and heart fully accept that yes, this was happening, yes, this was real.