UnderStanding (Clexa)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

TonDC – Surrender

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Lexa feels it before she sees it. She catches the sparkle in Clarke's eyes just before they darken and the energy that seems to be hovering in the air around her body. She knows she has never seen Clarke look more beautiful than she does in this moment, completely giving over to her primal instincts with Lexa being her prey.

The air is heavy and Lexa struggles to take in a breath, worried to break the intense connection she and Clarke are sharing. The blonde is still lingering over her, holding herself up by her hands on the mattress on either side of Lexa's shoulders. Their lower bodies are touching, legs between each other and Lexa can feel the heat on her skin growing, making itself nearly painfully known.

Clarke's eyes finally break from her own to map over her face. Clarke lingers on her lips and Lexa can't stop herself from licking them, enjoying the expression that crosses her love's face at the action. Her smug thought is wiped from her head quickly when Clarke settles herself more fully against her and her breath finally escapes her. "Something wrong, Leksa?" She hears whispered in her ear as Clarke leans in further, relaxing her upper body into the warmth below her.

Lexa is sure she can form a response, but yet again that thought is dismissed when she feels Clarke's nose rub against the length of her neck and hears her take in her scent, a breathy whimper escaping her. She swallows the lump in her throat and grips Clarke's hips tightly before slowly trailing her hands up her sides and over her shoulders.

Clarke submits to the feeling, sagging against Lexa and sighing, but it only lasts for a moment before Lexa finds both her hands removed from the blonde's body and placed above her own head, being held firmly by Clarke's right. "Don't move them," Clarke husks out against her ear and she feels herself clench, closing her eyes.

Lexa knows something is changing within her. The control she always holds so tightly to is slipping away in seconds because of Clarke. The stoic heda, behind these closed doors and pinned below her chosen, can no longer feel the need for that control. She doesn't feel the need to fight or take it back. She doesn't want to. She wants to feel whatever Clarke has to give her. And right now, Clarke is very slowly stoking an inferno as she rests her hands against strong shoulders, much like the night in the Ark, and is grinding their lower halves together in a slow and sensual dance.

As much as Lexa is enjoying every moment, she can't help but feel her fingers itch to touch the beauty above her. She's aching in every part of her body, a feeling so intense she feels her heartbeat pick up and her hands are trembling with effort to stay still. She thinks Clarke notices her struggle, if the lip she's biting to try and hide a teasing smile is any indication. "Klark," she husks, lost in the blue eyes that captivate her.

"Mmmm, yes?" Clarke responds, a very distinctive hiss to the word as she slows her hips but increases the pressure.

Lexa takes in a ragged breath, closing her eyes to try and focus. She can feel a light sheen of sweat coating her overheated skin already and knows the white-hot coil of energy that is building between her legs just might be the death of her. She'll gladly suffer it.

"Beja," please she whimpers and bites down on her own lip, abashed at how much of a mess Clarke has already rendered her in such a short amount of time.

Clarke looks at her then, her gentle grind easing some until it's just a whisper of a touch. Lexa isn't sure which is more torture. "Beja chit?" Please what Clarke asks, leaning forward to ghost the words over Lexa's parted lips, before she traces the tip of her tongue slowly over the bottom one, but pulling back just before it can be captured.