Walking The Line - a Clexa modern AU

Never Get Enough of Me

Lexa's Pov
Sunday morning

I opened my eyes and turned to look at the clovk on my bedside table. 9:05. Now that was impressive. I usually did not sleep past 7am. I tried to stir but I found that I couldn't as someone was clutching to me.

"Humm, why would you wake up so early?" Clarke whined burying her face in the crook of my neck. She had one hand on my stomach where she was drawing patterns, sending goosebumps down my spine.

"Clarke?" I had no idea how it was that she was here, in my bed, naked.

"Shshh... Let's enjoy this morning bliss." Her voice was a bit rough from not having been used all night and yet she managed to sound so soft and relaxed. I closed my eyes, enjoying her presence. She was so warm and soft against me, I could have stayed like that forever. Suddenly, I felt her climbing on top of me causing me to open my eyes and watch her closely. She had a mischevious glint in her eyes and the smirk on her lips told me she was up to no good. She leaned toward me and kissed me softly. Her lips were soft and gentle against mine. Her tongue grazed my bottom lip and I gladly granted her entrance. As our tongues met I felt like a fire had been lit in me, I grabbed her neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. As our kiss grew more passionate, more lustful, I grew more hungry. I couldn't get enough of her. My hands were roaming all over her perfect body, my tongue maping her mouth and still it wasn't enough. I turned us over as to be on top of her and I felt her chuckle against my neck"

"Ready for round two Commander!" I smirked at her before leaning in for another kiss...

I awoke with my dog licking at my face.

"Seriously buddy! Way to ruin a mood!" He whimpered giving me his infamous look. I gave him a bear hug.

"Ow you're still my favorite male on this planet." I let go of him and headed to the bathroom to wash my teeth. I chuckled as I recalled how grossed out Anya was by the fact I was always washing my teeth before breakfast. Bad habits die hard I guess. Once I was done with my teeth I fed Tony, yep I'm team Iron Man, sue me. Once Tony was satisfied and happy I decided to go and take him for a walk. I dressed quickly in sweatpants and a Game of Thrones sweat. Tony was jumping everywhere, sensing it was time for his morning walk. Every sunday now I was walking him around eight. Even when I was suppose to still be at Anya's, well now my countryside house, I came back last sunday with him for a walk in the morning. To be honest, there was one good reason for this morning walk. Clarke. She ran every morning at 5 or 6 as she told me a while back it keeps her focused and healthy, but on sundays she ran around 8 and always passed by my apartment and then ran in the park near me. It may sound a bit stalkerish but I loved seeing her run. She was one hot runner and it always enlightened my morning walk with Tony. As we were walking toward the park, I caught a glimpse of Clarke running toward the track and a smile made its way to my lips. She looked like she was elsewhere when she ran, as if her mind was working out just as much as her body. I remember how I used to run in the morning as well, I just lost interest in it. Once in the park I unleashed Tony. He was extremely obedient one word from me and he was back at my feet, so I let him run around the park as long as I had my eyes on him. Tony was running, it seemed like he was having a blast. As I was watching him I let my mind wander off to my morning dream. It had felt so reel and I was genuily sad it turned out to be just a dream. Thinking about it I realized how irrational my feelings for Clarke were. We've known each other for almost six months, half of the time I wasn't even near her and yet here I was thinking about how wonderful it would be to be with her, wake up in the morning with her arms around me, going out together in the beauty that is New-York at night. I was dreaming about taking her to my countryside home, spending a weekend there, just the two of us, talking, cuddling, kissing...