Chapter 95

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Clarke's POV

Lexa pulls me towards the bed, slowing her excited steps until she's one step from it. She takes one step back, biting her lower lip as she sits on the bed. The way she looks up at me, it's almost... indescribable. I can see the universe in her eyes.

Lexa's eyes stay on mine, flicking between my eyes, her mouth open slightly like she's in awe of what she sees. No matter how many times I've seen her naked, it always feels like the first time. It's always a pleasant surprise to see that dimple who's spot I've memorized. The familiar freckles and moles that I once spent an entire night mapping like they were the stars themselves until Lexa was trembling beneath me.

My eyes move away from hers to do just that, to look at her body and find those freckles. Lexa stays where she is, patient. Well, that may be because she's looking at me too. Lexa's method of looking me over involves looking over my "curves," as she calls them, first. Then she focuses in on spots that she likes, like that one spot on my neck she loves because I'm incredibly sensitive there, and because it's marked by a freckle.

Her eyes roam over my face next, which I always find adorable. She always looks like she found something new about my face that's completely fascinating. She then looks at her favorite spot (my breasts), for however long she can/wants. I always find it hilarious because while I can get lost staring at her abs or biceps, she gets lost staring at my chest. I've learned that when it comes to Lexa, they're weapons of mass distraction.

For me, I leave looking her muscles for last. I could stare for hours, watching how her chiseled arms move as she does the most trivial things. One time, I was in such a daze watching Lexa pour me water while wearing a tank top, I nearly tripped over the ground when I moved to get closer to her.

Lexa's hand reaches out, entwining her fingers with mine. I smile and lean down to kiss her again. Lexa leans up as much as her seated position will allow her to, kissing me back just as gently. This kiss, unlike most of ours that stay soft like this, gets hot fast. Lexa is the one that introduces tongue into the kiss first, for once impatient. I don't blame her, my patience is wearing thin too.

I pull back from the kiss only when I have to, using the time to catch my breath and press kisses into her neck (and hickies).

Lexa lets out a moan, her free hand reaching up to tangle her fingers in my hair to keep my lips against her neck. I smile against her neck and Lexa gently bats at my head with her hand, a silent way of saying "stop smirking and get to it." Or something like that. I can rarely help smiling when Lexa moans, especially for the first time in a while, because it's always such a pleasant surprise. And hearing it out loud is always better than replaying it in my head, I love how feminine and breathy she gets. It's like she forgets about all her duties, her obligation to her people, the fact she's the Heda, and just gives in to me. And honestly, that's really hot.

Lexa gently tugs at my hair in a different way and I pull back, giving her a concerned look. She releases my hand and hair from her grasp. Lexa smiles at me, the smile more of a smirk, as she scoots back until her back is against the headboard. She crooks her finger and I follow like I'm a marionette and she's pulling on my strings.

Lexa slides down the bed until her head is resting against a pillow and I smile down at her, easily falling into one of our favorite positions. I straddle her hips and lean down to kiss her again. This time we skip straight (gay) to the steaminess. Lexa's hand presses between my shoulder as we make out and I comply easily, moving down so my arms are propping me up over her gorgeous body.

We meet each other's eyes and move simultaneously, sitting up a little to take off what little remains of our clothing. We toss them on the ground, uncaring, before getting back into that position. Lexa pulls me down again into a deep kiss.

I can feel Lexa's hand move down my body, evidently wanting to begin making love, but I gently catch it before it can get lower than my waist.

"It's my turn first," I murmur against her lips.

Lexa lets out a breathy chuckle. "Isn't that what I was doing?"

"Mm-mm." I shake my head, letting my nose brush against hers. She smiles up at me and I lean down to peck her. "It's my turn to make love to you. I want to taste you. Is that okay?"

Lexa's breath hitches at my words and her eyes darken. I wait for her to nod before grinning. I press another kiss to her lips, then to her cheek, making my way over to her upper neck. I make a quick detour to gently bite at her lower earlobe, knowing how much she loves that. Lexa gasps, her hands moving to hold my hips, resting on my body. She lets me take control, which we both love. I suck bruises into her neck, knowing she'll most likely be shocked at the purple mess tomorrow, but I think she loves the show of possession.

I make my way down her body, leaving hickies whenever I can. I stop at her perfect breasts, spending extra time there. I hold myself up with one hand, cupping her breast with the other. I flick my thumb over her nipple as I lower my mouth to the other one.









They're eventually going to get to it, I swear! Apparently, I like drawing things out? Who knows how long this smut fest will take... ;) Today's my earliest day when I have to take the bus at 7:40 in the morning. Luckily, when I was writing like 70% of this chapter, I had this girl sitting next to me that I'm like ninety percent sure is gay as hell, so I didn't feel as awkward as I would have next to some Hetero... Like, she had short nails, was wearing a beanie, plaid, had an overall dark style... She was also looking at basketball videos on her phone (Gaaaaay). So I didn't blush too much! And for the rest of it I've been sitting alone on the bus at like 9:40 am, so it's fine! Whoo! Thank you all for reading and for your amazing comments! I love how enthusiastic you all are about me writing smut haha! Stay awesome!

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