The Damn Sports Bra

 

Lexa raised her hands above her head, allowing Clarke to drag the soft cotton fabric over her head. Their mouths only parted long enough for the garment to clear her head and be tossed haphazardly to the floor. Lexa practically groaned as warm hands slid up and down her bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Every stroke Clarke bestowed upon her lit a fire within her cells, all responding to the gentle yet demanding touches.

 

Lexa reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, tugging it off as soon as the band popped free. She moved to grab at the hem of Clarke’s tank, but strong hands wrapped around her wrists holding them in place.

 

Clarke smirked against her mouth, and suddenly a wet trail of kisses and tongue ran from Lexa’s lips down. Down along her jaw, nipping playfully at the base of her neck. Down to her clavicle, a tongue tasting a perfect line to the center of her chest. Lexa threaded her fingers into Clarke’s hair, startling when they became entangled in her bun. Lexa practically ripped the rubber band from her hair, sighing as her fingers curled effortlessly through blonde waves and a mouth engulfed her nipple in slick heat. Lexa threw her head back as Clarke lightly nipped and licked, and Lexa could hardly bring herself to care that an almost primal moan ripped through her chest because it all just felt so good.

 

It felt so good to have Clarke so close. To know that she wanted her. Desired her. Clarke was actually there, in her apartment with her mouth wrapped around her doing beautiful things to her breasts. Overwhelmed with basically everything, Lexa desperately needed to feel Clarke.

 

She guided her up, and as Clarke complied, Lexa tugged the tank up and over Clarke’s head. The amount of skin suddenly on display was nearly heartstopping, but it wasn’t enough. Lexa pressed forward, kissing Clarke so soundly she wasn’t sure where she ended, and Clarke began.

 

And dammit, she needed to feel her. Now. Her fingers caught in the tight elastic band of Clarke’s sports bra, and Clarke obligingly lifted her arms above her head. Lexa tugged, but the combination of very tight elastic meant to hold boobs in place, and Clarke’s ample and beautiful chest proved to be a problem. Lexa huffed as the fabric seemed to shrink the harder she tugged. Clarke broke their kiss, much to Lexa’s dismay, and tried to shimmy her way out of the damn thing.

 

However, the more Clarke wiggled, and the more Lexa pulled, the tighter the undergarment became. Lexa growled in frustration, which only caused Clarke to break into a fit of adorable yet very inopportune giggles.

 

Her arms were stuck at strange angles above her head as Lexa continued to struggle with the tight fabric.

 

“Lexa, just pull.”

 

“I am!”

 

“Here, let me just… There we go.” Lexa’s eyes followed that cursed piece of clothing as Clarke tossed it to the side, but the undergarment hadn’t even hit the floor when her attention snapped back to the very gorgeous and very bare woman in front of her.

 

Clarke smirked at her, her grin somewhere between wanton and coy, and Lexa surged forward, one hand tangling in soft hair, one hand cupping a breast, its weight splendid and heavy. Lexa immediately opened her mouth, and when Clarke, seemingly in perfect sync did the same, their tongues danced and slid.

 

Lexa brushed her thumb across an erect nipple, and Clarke’s fingers dug into her lower back. Clarke moaned into her mouth, and Lexa felt herself being guided backwards. She could let Clarke take the lead, or she could push back and take matters into her own hands.