Love Hate Relationship

Chapter 73

Clarke sunk down low in the clawfoot tub that was in the guest bath, bubbles almost overflowing onto the floor. There was a knock at the bathroom door. "Come in," Clarke called out in a singsong voice.

The door opened, and Lexa leaned against the door jam, "Your dream come true, good doctor."

Clarke giggled, and bit her lip. Lexa was barefoot and braless, hair hanging down around her shoulders, wearing jeans and a white see-through tank top. Just like Clarke's dream from a couple of months ago. "God, you're so sexy," she gushed. She hoped re-living this dream would go better than the last one. They had crept naked outside in the humid night air, making their way over to Lexa's motorcycle. After Clarke sat on the bike and things got sexy, they lost track of all solid surfaces and they both tumbled off and into the grass, laughing. Lexa decided that some dreams were better left alone as they slunk back into the house, picking leaves and grass out of their hair.

And now Lexa stood in the doorway to the bathroom, pursing her lips in a most sexy manner.

"Why don't you come over here," Clarke said invitingly, licking her lips in anticipation.

Lexa cocked an eyebrow. "Don't mind if I do." She sauntered slowly over to the edge of the tub.

Clarke looked up hungrily, reaching out to thread a finger through a belt loop and giving a not-so-gentle tug. She was about to pull the zipper down on Lexa's jeans, when Lexa surprised her by lifting her leg, "Wait, what are you doing!" Clarke exclaimed as Lexa splashed into the tub, fully clothed. A wave of water and bubbles cascaded onto the tile floor. Clarke's laughter filled the room. "No, no, no, that's not the dream!"

"What? I thought you said I got into the tub with you?" Lexa reached across the tub and pulled Clarke over towards her.

Clarke could barely contain her giggles at the absurdity of Lexa's actions. "I'm supposed to undress you!" Clarke said. "That's what happened in my dream."

"Why didn't you say so?" Lexa was all smiles as she brought Clarke onto her lap and nibbled on her throat. Her mouth sucked and nipped up and down Clarke's neck. Her hands kneaded Clarke's ass.

Clarke sighed as she melted into Lexa. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as delicious ripples of pleasure vibrated throughout her body. She felt a gush of her own arousal seep into the tub. "I thought I did."

"No, I don't think you did, Sundance. Nice hat by the way."

Clarke reached up and touched the duck-covered shower cap. "What? This old thing? You like it?"

"It's super hot, and it's making me super horny."

"Nothing says sex like a duck-covered shower cap, I always say."

"Hm, is that another one of your famous sayings?" Lexa asked as she sucked on Clarke's pulse point at the base of her neck.

"Oh, shit, that feels good," Clarke whispered, she bent her head to the side to allow Lexa more access.

Lexa reached up, cupping Clarke's face, and began kissing her. All dreams and hats were forgotten. Their kisses were deep and wet, tongues probing and pressing. Their thirst for each other seemed unquenchable, as their bodies writhed together in messy harmony.

"It's a shame you have so many clothes on, Butch," Clarke said breathlessly, as she began to grind into Lexa's lap, trying to create enough friction to get herself off.

Lexa groaned in exasperation. "I guess I didn't think this through." The sight of Clarke grinding her hips, head thrown back in determination, made Lexa's already wet jeans even wetter. Only Clarke could look this fucking hot in a duck-covered shower cap. She grabbed one of Clarke's hands and tried to push it inside her pants, but the wet fabric was too constrictive. "Fuck."