Fixing Clexa's story to give them an ending they deserved (an *ending, not the journey they deserved). They are clearly endgame but it turned into a bit more of an adult-themed journey to get there so just a warning it takes a slightly dark turn ar...
Clarke runs her fingers along Lexa's folds, her slick coating along her inner thighs and the commander shudders at the touch, trying to hold in a desperate gasp.
"I'm fine," Lexa lies, pressing her hips down onto the blonde. The wetness of both their cores against each other causes her to falter, and her arms buckle but she catches herself.
Clarke pushes the girl to sit upright on top of her and swiftly hooks her arms under each thigh before Lexa can protest, shimmying down slightly as she lifts the commander up over her face.
"Well I'm not fine..." Clarke utters, "I missed you too ya know."
With that she sinks her tongue up into Lexa's entrance, pulling the brunette's hips down fully onto her face and hums her satisfaction when Lexa moans and falls forward to brace herself against the headboard. The vibrations immediately almost send Lexa over the edge, and her head drops back as Clarke's hands roam up her body, squeezing her breasts and caressing over her sides and hips and back.
It was sweet like honey, dripping down the back of her throat, and all over her chin as Clarke laps and drinks up as much of the commander as she can. She will never tire of this view of her, seeing the strongest woman she's ever met, the fiercest warrior, the stoic leader coming completely undone above her. She's not sure what she enjoys more, being able to do this to Lexa, or what Lexa is able to do to her.
She doesn't stop until Lexa is incoherently spouting off expletives mixed in with Clarke's name. The whimpers are her favorite thing to hear because it means Lexa has lost complete control and is entirely at the mercy of her senses. Her walls flutter and spasm around Clarke's tongue, who continues in steady strokes as the brunette comes down from her high and she falls sideways off of Clarke's face, seeing stars.
The blonde follows her body, folding over on top of the commander. One hand slides under Lexa's lower back, the other hand slips through the one outstretched on the bed, intertwining their fingers, anchoring them together as she kisses her, slow and deep, speaking a language only their lips and tongues know.
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They settle into each other, limbs wholly intertwined, each tracing the edges of the other's body with their fingertips. Lexa only manages a low hum, as she strokes blonde hair resting on her chest.
"Don't fall asleep on me just yet" Whispers Clarke as she traces along the brunette's collarbone.
Lexa hums again as she shifts slightly, tucking Clarke closer into her, "No promises."
Truth is, Lexa couldn't fall asleep even if she wanted to. Her strategic mind was both a blessing and a curse. It will not give her rest, nor peace... an unsettling state that she is all too familiar with after years of lying awake through night hours always planning, always worrying, always readying herself.
