KING OF HEARTS and QUEEN OF SPADES

CHAPTER IX. FUCK INDEED!

Lexa drove to Clarke's address as if her life was depending on it. Actually, scratch that –her sex life depends on that. She turned a few times to the left and then it was a very smooth road through the 'cool' part of the town. On each side of the street, there were white fences and huge gates. Behind those, the mansions were illuminated brighter than LAX during rush hour. Besides that all over the street were expensive cars and not to mention surveillance cameras every few yards. Arriving at the address, she parked the car right in front of the villa. Clarke definitely has a thing for luxury and marble. As she was admiring the pavement, the front door slowly opened and a blonde woman with the most terrific case of bed hair whispered: 'Lexa, come in!'

How could she resist Clarke? Lexa followed her inside, closing the door behind her. Seconds after the automatic lock was activated she felt a pair of hands grabbing her waist, turning her, and pinning her against the fancy wooden door. Their hungry mouths joined and teeth sank in the warm flesh of their lips. Both women were thirsty and Clarke moaned in Lexa's ear, as her hands found their ways under her shirt.

- I need you now, Lexa! Clarke whispered as if those words were spells.

- Bedroom? Lexa almost chocked with nothing but air.

Clarke kissed her lips and yanked her by the hand. They rushed through the living room and kitchen as if they were ritualistically dancing. Occasionally, they stopped to kiss and discard their clothes. When they reached the bedroom, both were naked and their bodies were burning. Lexa found herself once again pushed into the mattresses by those amazing hands. Clarke got on top of her, placing her knee between Lexa's legs, as she was bending over to reconnect their lips. Lexa could not hold back and moaned in Clarke's mouth as she was touching her boos, ribcage and hip. Her lover was mapping her features, just as a curious scout was reading a map. She wanted this, she needed this...no, better – she always dreamed about this, since high school.

Clarke's skilled hands found their ways around Lexa's body and she started to kiss her neck, her collarbone, gently biting that burning skin. Lexa forgot how to breathe when her lover's hand touched those dripping folds. Clarke cupped her with a gentle, yet firm grip, and held on as her teeth sunk in Lexa's shoulder. The brunette saw stars, and a deep moan escaped her throat. Those plain lips kissed the bite and moved on to the nipples, playing with them, as if they were candies. Clarke's fingers made their way through Lexa's folds and her tongue was exploring the nipples. Lexa was meeting the gods of pleasure, and she could not contain her moans. Those fingers started to probe the entrance as her hands found Clarke's hair. She grabbed it and held it with death grip. Clarke was kissing her way down to where Lexa needed her the most. One finger made its way inside as Clarke's lips kissed Lexa on the mound. 'Clarke...mm....' was all Lexa could articulate before another finger was inserted and she submitted to Clarke. Her fingers started to move in and out in a sloppy manner and her tongue made contact with Lexa's clit. Clarke moaned as she started to eat her lover –partly because it was a dream coming true, and partly because she really loved the taste. 'Fuuck...Lexa you taste so good' Clarke said before she pulled her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue. After a few moments of intense tongue fucking, Lexa grabbed a handful of bedsheets and her body tensed, trapping Clarke between her legs as she came under her lover's tongue. 'Clarke....aaaa...Clarke' ... she was repeating her name over and over again, each time a bit louder. The blonde girl was holding her hips pinned to the sheets helping Lexa ride her orgasm. When she was done, Clarke's tongue traveled back to Lexa's lips, leaving behind a wet trail. Lexa was feeling herself burning and her head was spinning, but she was happy, free and for once, she was in the moment.

Once reconnected with Lexa's lips, Clarke's body was melting into the sheets. She always wanted to feel her high school sweetheart closer to her. Lexa was enjoying this excessively, and even dared to close her eyes, and kiss Clarke's forehead. Blonde hair covered half of her face as Clarke was resting her head on her chest, while her left hand was moving up and down on the toned abdomen and burning skin. Lexa's right hand was lightly scratching Clarke's back as her left hand tangled itself in her own wet hair. This is what she was praying for...it has been a while since she allowed someone in her personal space, let alone touch her. After her failed marriage with Costia and her make-pretend relationships while she was doing her FBI training, this was the best moment.