Clarke sits back on the chair in the bedroom and the extra show is certainly welcome. She taps her pencil against her sketchbook, licking her lips as Lexa takes her bikini top off. It's going to be pure torture to concentrate on sketching her girlfriend without being able to touch her.
Lexa takes her sweet time to take her shorts off, fully aware that Clarke is staring at her. It's arousing to see her girlfriend drinking her in like that, with those pretty blue eyes of her. She steps out of her shorts and kicks them aside. It seems quite convenient that she has to pose in the bedroom and she highly doubts it's coincidental.
"Fuck," Clarke whispers quietly to herself when Lexa is fully naked. "I want you to sit on the edge of the bed.
Lexa nods and sits on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other.
"No," Clarke says, shaking her head. "Don't cross your legs."
Lexa uncrosses her legs and looks expectantly at Clarke.
"Hmm, actually no," Clarke says, looking around the room. "I have a better idea," she continues as she gets up from the chair. "Let's go to the bathroom."
"As you wish," Lexa replies, following Clarke to the bathroom.
Clarke puts her hands on Lexa's hips and coaxes her to stand in front of the full length mirror. "I want you to hold your right hand up like you're trying to reach out to your reflection," she instructs while she goes to sit on the edge of the bathtub. She plans to sketch her girlfriend's back and her reflection in the mirror from a slightly angled view.
Lexa holds her right hand up, almost touching the mirror. She looks at her reflection, which she used to despise in the past. This time she doesn't feel the urge to punch the mirror. Her reflection isn't bad. She has small breasts, but they're well-formed. Her stomach is flat and she's sporting a six-pack. Her hair is in light curls, smoothed over her left shoulder.
"Beautiful," Clarke murmurs as she sketches away. She's happy that Lexa is allowing her to sketch her because this is the most beautiful view she's ever been able to capture and she knows this is going to be her favorite work.
Lexa calmly breathes in and out, hearing the pencil move swiftly over the paper. She gasps when Clarke suddenly slaps her ass. "You are being naughty," she says, smiling as she continues to stand still.
"I know," Clarke replies cheekily. "You can punish me for it later," she says while she sketches on. It was impossible for her not to touch Lexa when she's tempted to jump her.
"I will," Lexa whispers. "Let me know when you are done sketching me."
Clarke sticks her tongue out of the corner of her mouth and glances up at Lexa to capture the last few details. Once she's done, she puts her sketchbook down and tries to sneak up on her girlfriend by tiptoeing.
Lexa spins around at the last second and wraps her arms around Clarke, who shrieks. "The mirror betrayed you," she says as she wastes no time to undress her girlfriend.
Clarke doesn't resist and moans when Lexa kisses the exposed skin of her neck and her shoulders.
Lexa's pupils are blown as she stares into Clarke's eyes. "Do you trust me?" she asks, pulling her hips towards her.
"Fuck," Clarke moans, because Lexa is hard and she wants her. "Yes, I trust you," she answers, aroused by not knowing what awaits her.
Lexa grasps Clarke's hand and walks her to the bedroom. "Get on the bed, now," she commands.
"Yes, commander," Clarke replies obediently. She bites her bottom lip as she does as she's told.
Lexa retrieves a pair of cuffs and climbs onto the bed. She takes Clarke's hands and brings them near the headboard where she cuffs her wrists, using the rails. Blue eyes look at her with a mixture of shock, surprise and arousal.
