The Tease
Lexa swiftly reached down, fisting the hem of Clarke’s shirt and sliding it up. Clarke obligingly lifted her arms, and Lexa made quick work, tossing the tank to the side. Lexa’s eyes immediately focused on Clarke’s sports bra clad chest, the photo she received earlier paled in comparison to the real thing.
Clarke smirked and crossed her arms, her fingers tucking under the tight elastic band. When she pulled up, and her breasts sprang free from the binding fabric, Lexa's cheeks reddened, and she was certain there was a higher power looking out for her because Clarke Griffin’s boobs were magnificent.
She surged forward, one hand splaying across Clarke’s lower back, the other taking a perfectly weighty breast in her hand. She kissed Clarke with abandon, all tongue and saliva while she kneaded and massaged and gently plucked at an already stiff nipple. Lexa felt the ripple of shivers rush up Clarke’s back and the sensation only encouraged her to take the other neglected nipple into her mouth, teasing playfully.
Clarke held her in place, and when Lexa looked up, she was pleased to see Clarke’s head thrown back in pleasure as Lexa worked relentlessly on her chest. When she was satisfied that Clarke was thoroughly teased, she sucked a trail of kisses up Clarke’s throat, mentally high fiving herself when Clarke groaned out loud.
Her self congratulations were halted when Clarke quickly pulled Lexa’s soft cotton shirt up and over her head, and before the tee had even hit the floor, Clarke had reached behind her back and expertly unclasped Lexa’s bra in a single swift motion. Lexa let the garment slide off her shoulders and to the floor.
Clarke pressed forward, wrapping a firm hand around Lexa’s neck, bringing her in for a swift and heady kiss, and at the first touch of skin on skin, both women released a satisfied groan.
As Clarke’s tongue slid against her own, Lexa found herself being guided back towards the couch. She could let Clarke take the lead, or she could push back and take matters into her own hands.