Lost - Clexa (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 15

Lexa knew what she wanted. She wanted Clarke. She craved Clarke but Clarke was also right, she was scared. She knew very well her feelings for the blonde and she was scared of what had happened to her last lover, that Clarke could suffer a similar fate. But here she was, standing, bare of most of her secrets, in front of Clarke and here the other girl was accepting her. And so Lexa made her decision.

She took a step forward, decreasing the distance between their bodies. She couldn't help but smirk as she saw Clarke's eyes drift to her lips before her blue eyes met her green ones again. Blue stormy eyes met her forest green, nearly taking her breath away.

"How?" Lexa asked.

"How...what?" Clarke managed to say.

"How are you able to read me so well, Clarke?" Lexa answered, asking her own question as she raised her hand, brushing her thumb softly against Clarke's cheeks, caressing it. Clarke couldn't help but close her eyes and absorb the sensation, drown in the feeling of Lexa's fingers against her skin. Lexa observed the blonde with fascination and admiration.

"You didn't answer me, Clarke." Lexa reminded her in a husky voice.

"I..I..wha- oh! Yeah, yeah. Your eyes." Clarke sputtered, so lost in the overwhelming warmth of Lexa's closeness that her brain couldn't formulate a full coherent sentence.

"Hmm?" Lexa hummed, confused.

"Your eyes give you away." Clarke tried again and clarified with a proper answer.

"Hmm...Is that so? Tell me what I am thinking right now." Lexa whispered in Clarke's ears and then moved her head back. Clarke felt a shiver down her spine.

"I...I...You...are..." Clarke mumbled lamely, failing to form proper sentences again. Lexa's eyes looked playful, mischievous but that was not what had made Clarke lose her words. It was the dilated pupils, taking over the green of the Commander's irises, that had turned her speechless.

Lexa licked her lips and slipped her hand over Clarke's stomach, lightly tracing the muscles there. Clarke's breath hitched and she moved her body closer to Lexa's. Lexa gently moved her hand towards Clarke's waist, sending sparks wherever she made contact. Her touch was so powerful despite the clothes separating them from the actual feeling of skin on skin. Lexa then moved her head sideways, towards Clarke's left ear and nipped it, making Clarke groan. Then she whispered,

"I am thinking of devouring you Clarke. I am thinking of you. Only you."

Clarke trembled at the power of those words coming from Lexa's mouth. She couldn't take the torture anymore so she roughly grabbed Lexa's collar and pulled her lips to hers. But Lexa didn't respond to the kiss as heatedly as Clarke had hoped. Instead she kissed her gently, oh so gently. Just like the first time she had kissed her. Clarke had seen Lexa lose control only once. Lexa had only kissed her madly, wildly only once. And Clarke wanted it again. She wanted the composed Commander to lose control, to be free with her.

"Not tonight, Clarke." Lexa said as if reading her mind.

Clarke growled in protest and forcefully slipped her tongue in Lexa's mouth, making Lexa give up her restraint and kiss her back furiously. Their tongues met and battled for dominance, neither willing to give the other the upper hand. Frustrated, Clarke bit Lexa's lower lip, distracting her enough to gain the control she wanted. Then she pushed Lexa towards her bed and, without further due, jumped up and straddled her. Clarke moved her upper body sideways and titled her head to get a better access to Lexa's mouth. Lexa's hips bucked up to meet Clarke's and a growl resonated in her throat. Clarke's lips then followed a trail down Lexa's neck and she sucked on her skin there. Lexa threw her head back, lost in the sensation. Clarke's hands made their way to Lexa's jacket and unbuttoned the first two buttons, exposing the little cleavage the tunic she was wearing allowed. She pulled at the hem of the tunic to increase the amount of bare skin accessible to her touch. Her lips then tumbled down to the exposed flesh and she kissed it eagerly. Lexa's hands weren't idle either. One hand moved up and down Clarke's spine and the other grabbed her ass, squeezing it. Suddenly, Clarke was lifted from Lexa's lap and flipped on her back to find the dark, lustful eyes of the Commander above her. She moved her head up to meet Lexa's lips but Lexa moved her head back a bit to avoid the contact, both breathing heavily. Clarke frowned and tried to move her hands but Lexa had pinned them down on either side of her body. Clarke growled and Lexa smirked.