Chapter 13

'It is the Jukt tribe's work at play. I can feel it like a spiderweb around the Skaikru. Your mother is only a pawn they manoeuvre to their means. To start an other war.' Lexa sighs. 'The first thing to do is to cut their influence on Skaikru, othervise any negociation is fated to fail and escalate.'

Lexa's voice is soothing, her hand strokes Clarke's hair in a slow rhythm. They are laying on the furs of the bed, Lexa on her back with Clarke tucked into her right side as they became accustomed to over the nights. They didn't loosen their embrace once since they hugged hours ago. Heda remains in her hut, closed to the outside world, leaving all matters for Indra and Rider to deal with. She is only to be disturbed if the Skaikru comes back.

It is the first time they speak since entering the hut. Lexa's voice is soft, reassuring, her strong arms firmly surrounding Clarke. Clarke feels safe here, in her embrace. Still, now that her previous emotions are eased, she realises they cannot be selfish and stay together no matter what. If the Skaikru comes for her with no new option of communication with the Ark, she will have to agree and come with them. This very idea to fallow them out of TonDC, out of her new environment, makes her cling on tighter.

'You have to find the Jukt tribe then ?' she asks in the silent, trying to avoid the path her thoughts are taking her. Her brain is very creative with scenarios which can come from bad to worse. She focuses on breathing instead. She breathes Lexa.

'Sha' They are speaking english for this conversation, now is not the time for teaching. Clarke must fully understand the variables of the situation and the choices to make about it.

'They are very good at hidding, but I have my instinct to guide me, and my priestresses to join me on the hunt. They cannot hide from my sight when I meditate in the astral plan.'

Clarke doesn't say anything. She doesn't understand the idea of invisible energy and astral plan yet, and she isn't about to ask now. Now, she doesn't care. Lexa says she can find them, that is all that matter.

'What will you do ?'

Lexa drops a kiss on her forehead. 'I am to stay at Tondisi six days more, then I am to leave and go visit the Farkru. I can postpone the meeting a little, but not much. We don't have much time.'

She continues the strokes of Clarke's hair a little, letting the silent settle once more. She plays with the braids she finds and hums her assent of the coiffure.

'I do not have time to go visit the Skaikru, I will send someone else in my place. A representant. Maybe Rider. He is used to being my second in command, he knows my way and what I want. I can trust him with my vision.'

'You don't have to send anyone' Clarke points out with a frown. After all, they only want for Clarke to talk to her mother, it is only a family matter getting out of proportion. She hears Lexa sighs in a low chuckle.

'I know you, Klark. If the Skaikru want to take you with them you will think about going. You don't want a war.'

'I...'

Clarke is torn inside. Part of her doesn't want to do anything, only practise her meditation, her langage, and soon her training in fighting. She doesn't feel concerned or obligated to answer to anyone. She is a loner. But there is an other part in her, deeper, like a blanket in the sanctuary of herself. She knows enough about meditation now to know it is the inner part of her, her true self. Savaya. The peacekeeper. Deep inside of her, in the root of her being, she yerns for peace, like it is the only air she can breath fully, the only air that will bring her absolute happyness.

'You don't have to decide now, Klark. No matter what you chose for yourself, the Jukt is using Skaikru like puppets, and I cannot let that happen. That is why I will send a delegation to their camp. I must start the communication. I believe enough time has passed since the Mountain now. I believe that now they know you are here, with me, by choice, they will consider talking to us again. I must believe that they are intelligent enough to realise I didn't attack them when they were living their first winter, when they were weak, an easy target to erase. That none of my warriors attacked them, because I protected them. I must believe they realise I let them be, while they are staying in my land, in my home.' Lexa's tone grows hard at her last sentence, but she pauses and releases a breath. Her body relaxes and she kisses Clarke's blond hair.

'I must believe that they are not fools. Otherwise they will die here, one way or an other.'

Clarke blinks back the tears threatening to emerge. She feels so sad for her former people, for their blindness. Yes, she thinks, they are fools, and she honestly doesn't know if there is any future for them, not as a people, not as...

'They can't survive while they are together. There are isolated, unable to ease themselves into your society.' Clarke realises as she speaks.

Clarke's vision of the situation changes, she is like an eagle flying up above ground, seeing the past, the present and the future. She sees one path that can bring peace and abondance to all.

'They need to split up.'

She sits on the bed, eyes wide with her coming idea. Her intuition is giving her the answer she wasn't even looking for. She says the words without thinking them, without analysing them, she just lets them flow out of her. Out of Savaya. She can feels the wisdom blooming inside of her chest.

'The Ark is dead. We are Grounders now, but they need to know what that mean, they need to feel it. Together, they stay outsiders, people from an other time, from an other culture. Together they will die, because they don't feel the spark, the want to explore, to learn. They think that together they are strong, but they are weak, a dying civilisation. It is good to transform, to adjust, to adapt. They cling on to the past, to who they were before Earth, but they are not confin in a box now.'

She shakes her head. 'Look at Octavia, how she went and explored all by herself, how she was accepted by the Ground. When she went alone. Look at me. I went alone too, looking for you, looking for the Ground to teach me. I am accepted by your people now. I think...'

She brings a hand to her chest. 'No, I feel that it is the solution.' As the words flow she goes deeper in herself, fallowing the sudden trance of her revelation. 'Individuals. They must become individuals. And go to explore, seak adventure and friendship outside of their own. Alone.'

Clarke raises her head, meets Lexa's intense eyes. They look at each other as her breathing calms and her trance releases her from the deep. Green iris are her anchor, taking her to shore. Finally, she swallows and smiles slowly. Lexa nods and smiles back at her. She opens her arms in a silent invitation that Clarke accepts greedily. She feels a little cold, like always when she meditates. She feels at peace too, even though the message Savaya just gave her wasn't specific on the 'how'. She sighs.

'I don't see how that helps'

Lexa strokes her skull again.

'It is a good answer, Savaya' she murmurs with a quiet confidence. 'It is the better path for them if they want to live and find happyness in peace. My time for war is over, it is time for your peace to thrive.' She nods. 'I hear your guidance and I agree with it.'

The tone of her voice is one of a leader talking to her equal. Lexa is talking to her with such an ease, like it is absolutly normal for Clarke to speak like that. But maybe, to Lexa, it is normal. Lexa is connected to Heda all the time, so those type of 'illuminations' like Clarke just had in their bed must be current for her.

Clarke isn't used to it though, so she stays silent and sinks deeper into Lexa's side, wordlessly seeking the confort of her presence. She feels lost and confused by all of this, the Ark business mixt with the deity. She choses to remain silent and to listened to Lexa, she will know what to do with 'Savaya's message'.

'It is a choice everyone must make on their own, it can not be forced on them, it can not be talked on them. They must decide to go into the wild alone.' Lexa says with a nod to herself next to Clarke's head. 'Now is not the time for it' she adds as an afterthought. 'But soon they will be able to go outside of their cage.'

Clarke's mind shows her the electric fence she knows is surrounding the camp. A cage, indeed. A way to keep the danger out, but also a way to keep the change out as well.

'Niko should come with Rider to the Ark' she suggests spontaniously, fallowing once more her intuition. 'I know my mom is intrigued by your medecine, she told me she was curious about it when she helped curring the reapers back into men after the Mountain.'

There actually had been a short moment of reluctant communication between Camp Jaha and a small group of Grounders after the Mountain war. Families had set camp with the hope the miracle cure would be given despite their Commander's orders to not seek contact with the Skaikru. Lincoln had guided Abby to the small camp of refugies, he had served as a translator for the families who did not speak english. It was a dead langage, after all. Even with the betrayal, Abby was a doctor with what she called a 'moral code', so she helped.

Clarke sometimes wonders how can anyone be fooled by this pretended maturity after every bullshit the woman pulled both in space and on the ground. Whatever, it's not her problem if people chose to see what they want about her mother and conveniently forget the rest.

She breathes. She doesn't want to be emotional right now, in the cocoon of Lexa's arms.

'My mother would be happy if Niko shown her medical plants and some remedies. I know she came to respect him, and for once she wasn't looking at a Grounder with her usual despite'

Abby's condescension was maybe subtle to most, but Clarke knows her mother too well to miss the rigid posture, the sided glances and slight remarks thrown here and there with an innoncent air.

'It is a good idea' Lexa's low voice agrees in the quiet of their hut. 'For people to want to go outside and explore the Earth, they must find the spark, as you said, the want. Your mother likes medecine, she wants to explore that. It is a good idea' she repeats with a nod.

They both know that once the Chancellor is hooked and opened to the Ground, other Arkers will allow themselves to explore as well. They still copy their behaviour according to those of the elit.

Clarke tries not to roll her eyes at that. She doesn't want to by emotional right now, she doesn't want to fell angry, ashamed, or judgemental, or even sad for the Skaikru. They are what they are, and it is their choice to make. She must detach herself from them, their situation and their lives doesn't concern her. She is a loner now.

She thinks of the eagle, able to fly high above the scenery, aware of all that stands under him, but unaffected by it. Unreachable. Ultimately what happens to others doesn't stop him from flying. Free.

'If I go with them, if she sees me, she will be in mother mode, she will not care about Niko, she will not care about medecine, about exploring anything. She will want to grab be and never let go. Her behaviour with me makes her closed off.' Childish and immature, she thinks for herself. 'My presence there will be of no help, on the contrary.'

Clarke knows she is right. How many times Abby acted like a lunatic when it came to her daughter ? And yes, maybe it is normal for a parent to act this way, but Clarke tries to be the eagle, to see the big picture. It is not about her relationship with her mother, not really. Lexa is right, it is about the relationship between the Skaikru and the Ground. Abby's wish to talk to her daughter is just an excuse. The real stakes are others, she can see that now. It will not be constructive if she goes. Besides...

Clarke nuzzles her nose in Lexa's neck, relishing on her scent.

'I don't want to leave here, to leave you. I am happy here, here I am only Klark' she says with the Grounder accent she came to love and replicate. 'And I want to stay just Klark.' She sighs. 'If I go back there, it helps no one, not in the long run.'

She moves her back a little and looks at Lexa in the eyes.

'I feel that my place isn't to go with them. I feel like my head wants to tell me to go, to be rational, to calm my mother down and prevent a war. It is my reason talking and I see it's point, I do. But it is a short answer to a bigger problem, like putting a small bandage on a giant wound, it doesn't stop the blood from leaking out. Me going there maybe is the rational answer but it is a superficial answer. When I feel about it, I feel that I must stay here, with you, with Ikya, and learn more. I have much to learn, and I feel the urgency to learn as fast as I can. I don't have time to spare by being pulled back into the Ark and their ways. I don't want to.'

She swallows and turns on her back, looking at the celling. 'It is strange, to hear two voices inside of me', she muses, 'but I know now which one is the wiser, I can tell the difference now. Thank's to you. Thank's to Ikya. I am not a fool anymore, I know my path is to focus on closing the gap between me and Savaya. I can sense how wise and peacefull that part of me is. My true self. I want to reach that, I want to be her. Me. Myself as I should be.'

She shakes her head with a giggle. 'There is potentially a war coming, but when I feel Savaya I don't care. I know it will be okay. I don't know how, but I know peace is growing, war is resting. Everything will be fine.'

Lexa chuckles beside her. The Commander stretches her limbs lazily before rolling on top of Clarke with a playfull glint in her eyes.

'Lightness suits you Klark'

She drops a kiss on her lips and lingers a little before withdrawing.

'I will take care of the Jukt tribe, Rider will take care of the Skaikru' She sums it up with the practise efficiency of the leader she is. Clarke nods.

'And I will write a letter' Clarke rolls her eyes with an exagerated sigh 'A long letter. I will tell my mom how I am, what I do, how I am happy here and why I want to stay. Bla bla bla. She knows my writing, she will know it's me. As for her questioning if I am being forced to write it, or being manipulated by you, well...' She shrugges. 'I guess we could suggest Captain Coal to stay with us for a little while, in the village. He could watch me going around my usual routine and decide if I am a prisoner or not. What do you think ?'

Lexa only nods and lowers her head. Her lips carress the sensitive skin under Clarke's ear, and suck a little. Her warm tongue sends shivers down Clarke's spine.

'I'll write the letter later' Clarke's voice comes out low as she grips Lexa's hips, bringing her closer. She loves the feeling of her weight on her.

All of her senses are high, her body responding to Lexa's ministrations like an instrument only for her to play. Lexa is a skilled musician. It is not long before the first moan escapes Clarke's throat as the Commander's teeths scratch the pulse point on her neck. Clarke's fingers clutch at clothes, too much clothes. She yerns for velvet skin to stroke, to scratch. To bite.

'Fuck' she bucks her hips against Lexa as her hands already work on getting her lover out of her dark clothes. It amazes her, how even the slithtest touch of Lexa ignits fire in her veins. The lust pumps in every cell of her body, and Clarke want. Now. For the past several days since arriving at TonDC Clarke has been too exhausted or too asleep to do anything but cuddle with Lexa. Their time together is rare and needs to be cherish.

Lexa's heart is out of its maze now, it is fully committed to their relationship and to their love, it is true in every touch, in every glance, in the very air they breath together. In sync.

When Clarke looks at Lexa's eyes, she sees the human, young and beautiful, and she sees the soul, ageless, powerful and eternal. Those are two faces of the same coin, the faces of Lexa Heda. And as she truly sees the depth of her lover laying above her, boring her with desire and love, Clarke can feel the same duality living within herself. She is both a human woman learning on the Ground, and an ancient spirit ready to be freed.

When they look at each other, they see the absolut of their truth, and nothing in between. There is nothing else.

Lexa stares at her with passion in her green eyes, her swollen lips ready to take her. Her breath is hot and heavy, she is panting above Clarke, beautiful with soft wildness. Her warm, callous hands slide under fabric, Clarke hitches a moan, her belly shivers at the touch. Lexa's hands are bold, her nails leave trails of need as they dig at Clarke's lower abdomen, sending bolts of want into the her core. Clarke is ready for her, they both know it, but this is not about it. This is about want, desire. Longing.

Clarke can read it in her eyes, Lexa intents to make it last.

Clarke grunts when Lexa's fingers leave her abdomen to slowly climb their way up to her chest, stopping right under her breast. Lexa's eyes never leave her as she licks her lips with promises in her bright iris. She is hovering above her, her face so close but too far away, her lips like a bait waiting for her prey.

Clarke can only see those lips, can only see this tongue wetting them for her, waiting for her. She can only feel the grip of strong fingers sending chills all over her body, turning the pick of her breast hard. She whimpers. Lexa is everywhere but nowhere at the same time, sending waves of intoxication to Clarke as the blonde moves her hips, seeking out friction. The weightless contact of her underwear against her clit is enough to amplify her need, but far from giving any satisfaction. It lets her panting, craving for more.

Lexa barely even touched her yet. She isn't kissing her either, ravageous lips teasing her by their proximity. Lexa isn't touching her, yet Clarke feels her burning heat everywhere. It is her stare, most of all, that fills her, magic green eyes watching her, loving her, making love to her soul. Her every cell answers to that call, and she vibrates more and more as Lexa's fingertips ease their way up under the bindings of her breasts, when Lexa's hand slides along her mound to the top and brushes her nipple.

Clarke's breah hitches but she stays under Lexa's stare, open and submissive to her touch. She accepts Lexa's intent to worship and love, and she loves her back as fiercely.

As Lexa's hand massage Clarke's breast, making her moan her pleasure, they look at each other.

As Lexa's hips come down to her, positionning herself between Clarke's legs and start to rock very slowly, they look at each other.

As Clarke's shaky fingers work to dislodge the layers of clothes, baring Lexa's skin for her to touch and feel, then doing the same with hers, they look at each other.

It is slow, like a dance with the music of their breaths. When Clarke is done with their clothes, as they lay naked in the same position as before, with Lexa hovering and rocking her core achingly slowly, Clarke's hand comes to carress her lover's cheek. She smiles at her.

There are no words, not really, to convey what they are feeling now. Clarke doesn't try to find them. She can only tell her with her eyes for one lingering moment, as Lexa humps against her, as their heated sex join and kiss.

Then her fingers slide behind Lexa's neck. Inch by inch, the space between their lips decrease. She can feel the vibration of her mouth coming closer, feel the softness radiating from those gorgeous lips she is about to taste, at long last. As the brush of flesh against her lips sends shivers to Clarke's belly and a bolt of want to her swollen clit, she hears Lexa's hoarse voice.

'Klark'

It is so far from the greeting she once gave her when they first rejoined, days ago, after Clarke almost drown and Lexa found her near Iku. Rescued her, again. So many things have changed since that day. Now Lexa is calling her name like a prier coming true.

Hearing Lexa calling her that way, her eyes lock in hers, Clarke can only respond with the same awe.

'Leksa'

My love. My everything.

In that moment there is something more, something new, happening between them. They reach an other level of their relationship, a level of profond communion, a promise of equality, both as souls and as humans. The shared wisdom of the gods made flesh.

When their lips meet, it is the kiss of adoration, the kiss of fusion. Together finally, they are one. They can rest. They are complet now.

Savaya and Heda.

As Lexa's tongue carresses and explores Clarke's mouth, Clarke's eyes shut tight. There is nothing else that the kiss of their tongues and the kiss of their heated sex. Everything is in slow motion, a pure bliss of adoration. They feel it all.

It is slow, the sliding of their naked bodies. In the silence of the hut their music is strong, sounds of their wet core seeking out the other clit like they want to merge, panting of breath hitching more and more as the pleasure increase, tongue stroking each other's mouth between moans and named being called like a devotion. Sweat and cum flow from one to the other as they commune with their moving bodies. It is the fusion of their inner beings most of all, that brings them higher toward to their climax.

Clarke never experienced something as intimate as what they are sharing now. It is perfect. With a few more rocking of her hips, she digs her heels in Lexa's lower back, gripping her shoulders with all her might.

'Leksa'

They are not kissing anymore, they are breathing each other, Lexa's face so close to Clarke. When she moans her name Lexa understands and she knows she feels is too. There is no need to say it, there are cuming together. As one.

They eyes lock, they do not break their stare as they reach their commun orgasm. They couldn't even if they wanted to. Usualy when having sex, Clarke has the tendency to close her eyes to concentrate on the feel of her body, but now is about her soul merging with Lexa's, coming home.

They stay levitating in their bliss, Lexa's wild grunt harmonising with Clarke's high moan of pleasure, they prolonge the effect of their orgasm with little friction of their core.

They don't move. They feel. They feel the release of energy, of pure power, that their climax triggers, they feel the explosion of all limitations, where they can see clearly into each other without the veil of humanity. They see the truth of their bound. The distant echo of their inner selves is not more, it has become a firm presence in the front of their being. For a handfull of seconds, Clarke feels the unity of herself, the surge of infinit and perfection sleeping into her, waiting to be allowed.

The powerful revelation doesn't last though, as after her meditations there comes a time when Clarke is rejoining her human condition. The effects of her orgasm slowly stretch out, leaving her relaxed and content. Lexa smiles at her with the understanding of wisdom. Clarke is learning to touch and bring out the inner part of herself, where Lexa is Heda all the time. For her, there is not distant echo.

It will take time for Clarke to be fully Savaya, but those little glimpses are encouragement enough. Patience is a requierement when walking on this path she is choosing for herself.

Lexa's grinning face lowers as she kisses Clarke long and sweet, playing with her lips with her tongue. Clarke sighs her happyness, glides her fingers in wild braids.

When Lexa's lazy mouth leaves her to go on her neck scratching her teeth teasingly, Clarke knows they are on for an other round.

/

It is early morning when Rider comes knoking at their door. In the quiet of the one room hut, Lexa rouses with the ease of war, always ready even in her deep sleep. Clarke moves a little when the warmth leaves her side, and she is alone in the empty bed. She can hear hush talks somewhere behind her, as she is laying on her front with messy blond hair all around. She is not enough awake to concern herself with their nudity, but even so she is learning to let go of her insecurities regarding her body. All around her Grounders are at ease with their bodies, they are not shy nor ashamed of their form. For them, the sexual parts of their physique is the same as any other limb, they value it no more no less than an arm or a leg, it is a part of a whole that they don't feel the need to hide or show off.

Clarke stays still, spread on her front in the warm furs of their nest, her naked body still humming from sweet exhaustion. She remembers the feeling of Lexa's calloused fingers filling her slowly, coming completely in and out of her, each time brushing her clit on her way, making her moan and crave for more. Her sex can still feel the teasing fingertips playing with her entrance as Lexa penetrated inside of her, so very slowly, all the while telling her how good it felt to have her fingers inside of Clarke, how she loved the sound of her wet folds taking her hand as if it bellonged there, pleasing her, filling her.

Clarke's sensitive clit clenches at the memory of those husky words breathed at her ear, as the scuffed's digits picked up the pace, coming in with long and deep thrusts, fully in and fully out, making her scream and hump higher, loving the feel of the scratches all along Lexa's fighting fingers, brushing her walls.

Clarke licks her lips. She remembers her own nose buried in Lexa's dripping core, the taste of her delicious folds inviting her. Most of all she remembers the strong hand of her lover on her head, pushing her face more into her as she thrusted her hips, effectively riding her mouth.

Lexa's voice as she came all arround her tongue.

Clarke shivers with want, the memories turning her on as she wakes up more. She doesn't want to think just yet, she only wants to feel. Her brain doesn't work, but her body does, and it is already seeking the hairy friction of the furs against her open legs. It is not enough to get her off and for a moment she hesitates. Of course the wants her lover to join her and make her come, preferably with a hard wild fuck as their previous night was all about worshipping and making slow love. This morning Clarke feels the need for rough. But she can hear the ush tone behind her and she knows no-one disturbe this hut unless it is important. Unless Heda is needed.

So, no sex for Clarke this morning. Not with Lexa anyway.

This deduction makes her swollen clitoris clutch against the furs of the mattress. Her hips move more surely, pushing her folds with a strong thrust down. Her right hand grips the fabric under her as her left hand goes to massage her breast. She is always better using her left hand. The feel of her belly's sensitive skin brushing the sheets adds to the climax which is building in her core with a consistant pace. She isn't aware of her surrounding anymore, all she registers is the friction against her still wet sex and the movement of her hips keeping her there.

She loves the way the slightly abrasive fabric sends bolts of pleasure into her clit, and soon she wants more of it. With blind fingers her left hand goes down to open herself more, spreading her legs and her folds out of the way so her nub is fully in contact with her complying mattress. Her breath hitches as she thrusts harder. She is so wet she is marking the sheets with her juice, and she loves it. She is so wild right now, all she can be is sexual. The feel of her dripping sex is enough to make her hump more, thrusting in and out, bulking her butt toward the sky before crashing it down.

Clarke is lost in lust and sea of pleasure, climbing up the ladder toward her climax, when something new happens that makes her moan loudly. A new addition she wasn't hopping for chooses to join her. She welcomes is with a push of her ass as she is already changing position on her knees. Lexa's hot hand doesn't tease, doesn't play, it is all hard and strong, fucking her all the way in her clinching sex. Clarke's walls contract at the feel of those powerfull fingers filling her. She moans even more as Lexa rotates ever so slightly and starts hitting her point deep inside her, and keeps hitting her again and again.

The sound of Lexa sliding barely in and out of her, her palm clashing strongly against her entrance in a wet clap with increasing pace sends an other bolt of pleasure into Clarke. Fuck, she loves to hear this sound, how wet she is for Lexa, how hard Lexa thrusts inside of her, fucking her from behind. She doesn't feel Lexa's hot body against her own, all she can feel are those fingers pumping her wild. She vaguely remarks the hand sliding aroung her waist before Lexa's other hand finds her clit. Clarke screams her surprise, throwing her head back with a gasp.

'Fuck!'

Her voice is hoarse, a groan more than a word, but Lexa gets the sentiment as she presses harder. Fuck, this woman is amazing. Clarke is so close now, she needs to come. She climbs on her elbows and knees, her face flushed against the mattress she can barely breath, but she doesn't care. All she cares about is thrusting her hips back faster to meet those fingers pounding her, so very gratefull for Lexa's powerfull arms as she picks up the pace still, hitting her each time.

When Lexa adds a third finger, Clarke sees spots in her vision.

When Lexa's naked hips come pushing against her palm, pushing her hand deeper inside Clarke, actually fucking her with each thrust, the idea of being totally fucked by Lexa is all it takes to make her wild and push back. She knows Lexa's knuckles must be brushing against her lover's clit, she knows Lexa is behind her taking pleasure fucking her hard. Lexa's sex must be so wet, her juices are probably sliding their glistening cum all along those strong, tanned thighs of her.

Fuck, Clarke has to eat her out again. Her mouth is already waterring in anticipation when Lexa's skillfull digit presses her clit and makes her scream, sending her over the edge. Clarke's orgasm is an explosion of stars, as Lexa keeps on fucking her. She rides her climax as long as she can. All she feels are Lexa's calloused fingers against her walls, sliding once more then stopping deep inside of her, making her clutch around them.

Fuck. That was hard, and such a good morning fuck.

Clarke wants to keep the feeling of being filled as long as she can, she wants the strong fingers to stay inside her as she comes back from her high. She blindly reaches out to grip Lexa's wrist before the woman even think of leaving her core. That's when she registers Lexa's dripping folds still brushing her own palm. Lexa is still moving her hips against her from behind. Lexa is still fucking her, but more importantly she is still fucking herself, right against Clarke's butt.

Clarke's mouth immediately wants to feel her, to eat her, to slide her tongue in the hot wetness calling out. But she enjoys the position they're in, she loves the idea of Lexa masturbating against her, high from fucking her. She knows she is.

Clarke pushes her hands againts the mattress then, climbs on her knees. She keeps her hand on Lexa's wrist, she keeps Lexa's fingers inside her as she moves ans presses her back to Lexa's sweaty front. She rocks her ass back against her lover knowingly. Lexa moans against her neck. Clarke smiles lazily, still high on her previous orgasm. She can feel her own pleasure starting new as Lexa is fucking herself just behind her.

This is so hot.

Clarke grunts. Her hand leaves the wrist once she knows Lexa won't leave her, and comes gripping Lexa's ass hard pushing her against her. Her other hand sneaks in dark locks, pulls harshly on the hair to bring Lexa's mouth to hers in a heated kiss. Their tongues meet in a sloppy wet kiss, their lips mixing their saliva in their first kiss since waking up. They are wet everywhere, sharing their juices from every pore, so wild and animalistic Clarke's core clutches around Lexa's fingers inside her. But this is not about her now. This is about Clarke's ass moving against Lexa's hand, about Lexa's hand moving against Lexa's folds, Lexa's clit sliding wet against her knuckles. Lexa's entrance dripping against her, waiting for her.

Fuck.

Clarke's hand leaves Lexa's neck and joins the other cheek of her lover's musclar butt. She pushes hard with both hands and Lexa starts rocking her more. Clarke can feel the fingers shifting in and out of her, fucking her again as Lexa is pressing herself. She hears the wet sound of their sex again, and she loves it. She wants to hear more of it. Her left hand, her more skillfull hand, goes down and arround Lexa's cheek, brushes the inside of her open thigh. She moans when she touches the juices leaking there. Lexa is so wet for her. She can't help it, she really can't, Clarke brings her hand out and to her mouth, sucking her fingers dry.

The need to taste is so powerfull, she whimpers. Lexa grunts in her neck and thrusts harder in answer, sending bolts in both of their core. Clarke's ass doesn't stop humping when Clarke brings her hand back to tracks, sliding along the tasty juices of Lexa she fallows the wanting trail to the hotness of her sex. With her fingertips she can feel Lexa's knuckles brushing her clit, Lexa's folds opened and thrusting up and down in rocking motions. She strains her arm back enough to dip her fingertips in the heat entrance from behind.

Lexa's approving moan and the way her hips rock back to get her to fill her is so hot. The woman is wild against her, thrusting up against her ass, thrusting down against her fingers. Clarke's arm is too short to do more than brushing the dripping hole, and even if she knows the teasing motions there would be enough to bring Lexa to her climax, Clarke wants to slide in and out of her. She wants to feel her fingers pushing against her walls, to feel the warmth of Lexa arround her. So she moves her fingers wet from Lexa's juice back a little, relaxing her arm and moving her wrist into position.

When her wet fingertip first brushes the tight hole of Lexa's ass, Lexa's breath hitches in her neck. When Clarke's fingertips pushes at the entrance there, Lexa bits her neck in a whimpering moan, sending shivers to Clarke's core still ridding Lexa's hand.

The reaction is enough of an invitation for her. Clarke is so high on their fuck she honestly isn't sure if she would have been able to stop herself anyway. The tip of her index finger thrusts in and out of the hole, sliding with ease as it is wet and Lexa's ass opens and clutches as she moves. Inch by inch Clarke's finger goes deeper, pass her nail to her first phalange. The feel of Lexa's hot tight hole around her finger is enough for Clarke. She is fucking Lexa at the same time that Lexa is fucking herself, and she loves it.

They are in a rhythm now, rocking in and out, soaking and moaning as they climb. Wet. The wet sound of their fucking is so hot. Clarke's right hand leaves Lexa's ass cheek, the woman is already pushing herself harder and harder against her, she doesn't need encouragement. She brings her free hand to the back of Lexa's head instead, inviting her to bit harder, to suck and mark her neck. Clarke hisses at the feeling. The jolt of pleasure is so good she licks her lips and bucks back roughly. Always harder.

Their night of love making is far aways now. They are wild and hard.

'Fuck'

Again, Clarke's voice is a roar as she grips Lexa's hair and forces her lover's mouth out of her neck, bringing her to her waiting lips. They are so slick of sweat and cum, it is perfect when their saliva meet once more in a sloopy kiss of teeths, lips and tongues. Clarke moans in Lexa's mouth, so high on their joined fluids and the feel of Lexa's butt clutching arround her digit as she sucks Lexa's tongue in and out, rocking her lips around her tongue in a sexual motion.

They are breathing hard and soon the air is not enough to keep the kiss going. They can't concentrate on anything else than their core seaking out exctasy.

'Klark'

God, she loves Lexa's bedroom voice, so husky and so raw.

'Klark'

Clarke's name is a calling for release as they fuck fast and hard. Clarke's hand isn't on Lexa's hair anymore, it is on the hut's wall at the head of their bed, keeping them both upright as they ride each other's hand. They are a tangle of aching limbs, muscles burning but never stopping. They can't stop, they can only go higher, right to the edge.

'Klark'

'FUCK'

One more thrust and Clarke's sex is ready to explode in her second orgasm, Lexa's oblivious fingers hitting her spot so good. She cries out and thrusts her own fingers deeper into Lexa's hole. Lexa moans her climax against her neck and they keep on rocking, sharing their orgasm and making it last. Lexa's hips moves up and down against Clarke's hand and against her ass, and Clarke's hips meet her each time, again and again.

Slowly the rocking eases into a lazy pace and stops. They are pressed against each other, searching for breath, their fingers buried in hot wetness. In the silence of their hut, they enjoy the feel of each other, the feel of them together everywhere.

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A/N

Yey ! Some sexy time for this chapter ;o)

There is always more to come with this story, i might be a little slow(er) to update as it is summer and i have others waiting projects to attend to ^^

But don't worry, i'm still on it. Same goes for the other story 'small gestures'

As always i hope you enjoy that new chapter and thank you for your reviews !

:o)