AN: I finally finished the second chapter! Damn, this couple is gonna break my heart. *sigh* Please follow me on tumblr raedmagdon. I post a lot of The 100 related content these days. Oh! And I'm a published author, so more info about my work and stuff is on there.

Chapter Two:

"Show me what you want. I've got all night."

The eagerness, the anticipation, the promise in Clarke's throaty voice sent a rush of heat straight between Lexa's legs, but despite the powerful surge that coursed through her, she hesitated. It had been a long time since she had thought about what she wanted, in a sexual sense or otherwise. Heda belonged to her people, and her wants were theirs. Lexa the person had belonged to Costia, a loss that still gutted her deeply. But tonight, both belonged to Clarke, the girl who had fallen from the sky and changed the face of her world.

And now Clarke was asking. Staring at her with those deep, endless blue eyes, lips parted slightly with what looked like a sincere desire to please. And Lexa knew that the moment Clarke returned the pleasure she had given, her fight would be over.

I told myself that love was weakness. That I would never do this again…

Anya had often told her that she was too tender-hearted. She always did what needed to be done, but never without great pain, never without lasting scars. And here she was again, willingly seeking out more.

How can you give yourself to someone else when your life is just a vessel? When it is not even your own?

She couldn't give Clarke everything—she doubted Clarke trusted her enough to accept such a gift—but she could give the hidden part of herself she still possessed, at least until morning. What was one more open wound when she already carried so many?

"Kei," she whispered, praying her voice wouldn't tremble as much as her hands. She rolled away from Clarke's warm embrace, preparing to lie on her back, but a hand stopped her, cupping her waist to keep her in place.

"Wait. Where are you going?"

Lexa swallowed, trying not to stammer. "You asked me to show you what I wanted. I thought you were offering to…"

"I am. It's just…" It was Clarke's turn to hesitate, and Lexa stared down at her in surprise. She watched intently as Clarke pulled her lower lip between her teeth, a little comforted that she wasn't the only one adrift in a sea of confusion.

"What?"

"I don't know. When I imagined this, you weren't usually on your back."

Fire bloomed at the points of Lexa's cheeks. "You imagined this?" she repeated, more than a little breathless. A grin stretched across her face, one she couldn't have hidden if she wanted to.

"We kissed," Clarke said. "Of course I did."

Lexa melted with relief. The evidence that Clarke had wanted this was still covering her chin, but hearing it was even better. It made her wonder if, perhaps, this wasn't as much of a mistake as she had feared. Something about coming together with Clarke this way felt inevitable, despite everything they had been through. "I thought you preferred to picture my death at your hands?"

The corners of Clarke's mouth quirked up just a little. "I can do both."

"Then what did you imagine, when you thought of me?" Lexa asked, unable to resist.

"Fine," Clarke mumbled, shifting slightly beneath her. "I might have imagined you on top of me…"

"I am on top of you," Lexa pointed out.

Clarke sighed. "Higher up, Lexa."

Realization dawned, and the pleasant warmth between her thighs became a hot, throbbing ache. Tension coiled in her belly, and she was suddenly very aware of the fact that she hadn't come. It wasn't at all what she had expected Clarke to say, but an image of herself kneeling above Clarke's face rushed to the front of her mind and refused to leave. It was selfish. Greedy. Both things a good Commander could never allow themselves to be...

She wanted it so fiercely that her inner walls fluttered and clenched without any contact at all.

"Ai don tel yu op, ai na badan yu. If that is what you wish."

Clarke's hand moved down from her waist, gripping the swell of her backside instead. "It is. I owe you."

The words sent a lance of pain through her chest. She knew better than to believe this coupling could be joyful, but allowing Clarke to return the favor out of a sense of obligation was unacceptable. Once more, she started to withdraw. "You owe me nothing, Clarke..."

It was the wrong thing to say. Clarke's eyes flashed, and her mouth pulled into a frown. "Damn it, Lexa, do you ever think about yourself? About what you want?"

Lexa remained calm. Her mind drifted back to earlier that day, when Nia had collapsed in the stands with blood pooling at her midsection. Heda had thrown that spear for her people, but Lexa had thrown it for Costia. And for Clarke. For once, her wants and her people's needs had aligned. She stared down at Clarke's face, taking in her furrowed brow and the storm of blonde curls tossed behind her head and over the pillow. Perhaps it could happen again.

"Very well," she said, with as much confidence as she could muster. "But only if you guide me."

Clarke's frown softened back into a smile. "That, I can do."

Climbing into position should have been awkward, but somehow, she managed to make the motion fluid despite the fact that she was shaking. Thankfully, Clarke's palms slid up along her thighs and took hold of her hips to steady her. The hold was reassuring, but not as reassuring as the look of awe that transformed Clarke's face. Lexa had seen many different emotions pass across it before—fear, grief, betrayal, and most recently, ecstasy. But this? Her eyes are shining. Shining because she is looking at me.

It was the last push she needed. When Clarke's grip tightened just a little further, fingers digging gently but insistently beneath her hipbones, she sank down. At first, the sensation was ticklish. She shivered as Clarke's warm breath washed over her, trying not to squirm. But then something hot and slick and deliciously smooth swiped over her, slipping between her outer lips and covering everything from her opening to the bud of her clit, and she couldn't stifle her groan.

Without even thinking about it, she brought one hand to the top of Clarke's head. She didn't tug the soft strands of hair threaded between her fingers, didn't offer direction, but she needed something to grasp. Clarke's tongue had started exploring, and it was already threatening to undo her.

The first few strokes were predictable, a test of how sensitive she was. She managed to stay mostly silent, although her breathing sped up whenever Clarke teased close to the head of her clit. However, it wasn't long before Clarke slipped past her defenses and discovered her weak spots. It only took a couple of passes for Clarke to learn how sensitive the tight ring of her entrance was, and just a few more to find a slow swirl that made her whole body shudder. A sob cracked in her throat, but Clarke took it as a sign to keep going. The shallow thrusts continued, and Lexa gave up on trying to remain quiet. There wasn't any point.

Soon, she was rolling her pelvis to keep up with Clarke's tongue. Her stomach muscles clenched, torn between fighting against her release and striving toward it, and her vision began to swim. She wanted nothing more than to watch Clarke's face, to stare down into her endless blue eyes, but the visual was too intense. If she kept looking, she feared she would lose the final shreds of her sanity. She blinked slowly instead, lashes lingering against her cheeks, a contrast to the rapid thud of her heart and the quick stabs of pleasure that pierced her lower belly.

But Clarke didn't seem satisfied with the sounds she was making, or with her rocking movements. The hands on her hips clutched harder, a wordless demand, and Lexa cried out as the blazing silk of Clarke's mouth sealed around the stiff point of her clit. The steady sucking alone was almost enough to tip her over the edge—she suddenly understood how it felt to stand at the top of her tower and stare down at the ground far below—but the circles Clarke started painting against her were even more maddening.

"Klark, " she sobbed before she could think better of it. Heat crawled over every inch of her skin, but it wasn't from embarrassment. She didn't have enough self-control left to feel anything but overwhelmed. Her shield of restraint splintered right down the middle, leaving her completely exposed. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so wet, so sensitive, so open to pleasure, and she couldn't imagine closing herself off from it again.

The next swirl of Clarke's tongue over the straining point of her clit was too much. Her hips jerked, pushing hard into Clarke's hands, and the muscles of her abdomen began to quiver. She tried to gasp a warning, but all that came out was a low wail as her inner walls rippled. There was a moment of infinite stillness, and then everything came crashing down around her as she finally surrendered to her climax.

She came with a string of whimpers and sighs, spilling endlessly into the heat of Clarke's mouth. The rhythmic release of pressure was blissful, but it didn't come close to the sparks that shot through her when she felt a soft hum between contractions. Clarke was moaning against her, making muffled noises of approval, changing angles to better drink her in.

It was her lover's honest eagerness finally brought Lexa's walls crumbling down. She kept coming, kept pulsing as she rode out her release, but she no longer sobbed her pleasure. Instead, she arched her spine and tilted her head back so Clarke couldn't read her lips, mouthing silently at the ceiling: 'Klark... ai hod yu in.'

They were foolish words to say. Foolish words to even think. But her heart had rushed on without her, just like it always did, and though she quivered in fear of the pain and disappointment that would surely follow, Clarke's palms were warm and secure around the tops of her thighs. She reached down with one of her own hands, lacing their fingers together and squeezing as tight as she dared. Love is weakness. And I am weak.

Finally, the shuddering stopped. She twitched with aftershocks, slumping over in exhaustion as Clarke's clever tongue left her clit and slid down to thrust lazily in and out of her entrance. The new stimulation earned a few more weak shivers, but she didn't have much left to give. Her body was completely spent, and her mind was reeling with her new discovery. She had known the potential was there, had feared it since before their first kiss, but love... It was already too late. Despite her best efforts, love had found her again, and she was terrified.

"Hod op," she murmured, drawing back before Clarke's devoted attention could become painful. "I... give me a moment."

Clarke's head flopped back onto the pillow, but she made no effort to untangle their fingers. Her full, shining lips spread in a smile, and the lower half of her face gleamed with wetness. "Too much for you already, Commander?"

"Beja... ai laik Leksa," she pleaded, swinging her knee over Clarke's shoulders and stretching onto her side. "I wish for you to use my name."

"Lexa..." Clarke spoke her name with relish, her glistening mouth wrapping beautifully around the words. "You didn't answer my question. That wasn't too much for you, was it?"

Lexa tensed. She wasn't sure how this strange Skayon could summon such fierce desire in her with a only few short sentences, and she had no clue how Clarke had conquered her heart so thoroughly without even trying, but it didn't matter. She had lost this battle, and it was the sweetest defeat she had ever tasted.

"Not enough," she growled, sliding back down Clarke's body. She was finished waiting, finished denying herself, finished with carrying everyone else's burdens without a thought for her own loneliness. If love left another opening for pain, so be it. She had lived both with and without it, and feeling something was still better than pretending she felt nothing at all. She would love as she always had, fiercely and without reservation.

The next kiss she took from Clarke's lips tasted of them both. The mix of flavors left her dizzy, and she drank until her lungs burned. It was all salt, all sweetness, all Clarke. She wasn't sure who moaned into whose mouth first, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but getting closer—sharing more skin, more warmth, more wetness. She wanted to come again and make Clarke come undone beneath her all at once, and the fire within her wouldn't die until she did.

One of Clarke's hands grasped at her back while the other slipped between their bodies, and Lexa hurried to copy her. They found each other at the same moment, stiffening and gasping as one, but Lexa recovered a split second faster. She wasted no time, sliding two fingers down through Clarke's wetness and pushing forward. Clarke's muscles dragged her all the way in, tightening and fluttering around her, but the clever fingers between her own legs didn't stop. They trapped the sensitive bundle of her clit, and her hips jerked helplessly into the pressure.

"Lexa," Clarke muttered against her mouth, slipping her name somewhere into the string of kisses. "Lexa, harder, take me..."

She started thrusting, curling to hit the swollen spot against Clarke's front wall. No. You're the one who has already taken me.

No matter how many times they kissed, no matter how deep her fingers plunged, no matter how skillfully Clarke stroked her, it wasn't enough. She craved more—more of the beautiful woman writhing beneath her, more of the passion and desire and joy she had almost convinced herself she could never have again. This moment of love was hers , even if it ended badly, even if Clarke could not to return her feelings. Nothing could tear it from her.

Lexa's concentration faltered as Clarke's fingertips rolled faster over her clit, but she didn't slow down. She needed to feel Clarke's release run into her hand more than she needed to breathe. She hooked forward and up, applying pressure until the tendons in her wrist burned. "Klark, " she groaned, unsure whether she was begging or demanding. "Come for me. Come with me."

Her next thrust unleashed a flood. Clarke came screaming, clutching desperately around her fingers and clawing hard at her back. The tight walls wrapped around her went wild, and Lexa gasped as a gush of heat splashed against the heel of her hand, surprised and delighted by its force. Even though she had done it twice already, feeling Clarke's pleasure pour down her wrist and onto the bed still filled her with pride. She kept moving, determined to coax out as much as she could.

It worked. Sharp lines seared between Lexa's shoulderblades as Clarke's nails raked deeper, but the slight pain was worth the look of absolute bliss written across Clarke's face. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and it almost pushed her over the edge as well. Almost, but not quite. Clarke's eyes were still screwed shut, and they only seemed to scrunch tighter with each pulse of wetness her curling thrusts pulled out.

No. I need her eyes. I need... Lexa tried to speak, but she had already lost most of her English. "Klark... chek ai au." Please, look at me. See me.

Clarke's lashes fluttered. The irises beneath were cloudy with desire, but still a brilliant blue, and the moment they fixed on her face, Lexa's heart clenched. Clarke was looking at her. Seeing Lexa, not Heda , and not the person who had betrayed her. And though she didn't dare put a name to the warmth and tenderness in Clarke's eyes, it was a far cry from the unbridled hate of only a few days before. Clarke felt something for her, however tenuous, and it was more than enough.

She came with the next uneven sweep of Clarke's fingertips. The quaking shudders rocked her to her very core, but she didn't feel the least bit unbalanced. Clarke's gaze was still locked with hers, and it held her fast as she fell into paradise. Her inner walls rippled, rivers of heat winding down her thighs to join the lake Clarke had already left beneath them, but she didn't hesitate for a moment. She let her peak take her without a trace of doubt, because she had already given Clarke something much more precious.

Her climax seemed to stretch a second short of forever. She rode the crest of each wave until it broke, and when Clarke captured her bottom lip in another lingering kiss, still spilling weakly against her hand, she floated even longer. Kissing Clarke, coming for Clarke, making Clarke come for her...it was something she needed, and not just for one night. By the time they finally pulled apart for air, she was smiling. This is not an end. Maybe it can be a beginning.

"Lexa..."

The haze in her head cleared a little at the sound of her name, but it still took her a while to regain the power of speech. "Yes?"

"You said something, while I was..."

A stab of panic pierced Lexa's chest. She hoped that Clarke would choose to continue down the path they had started on, but it was far too early for I-love-yous. If Clarke had seen, if she had ruined everything by speaking too soon...

"You mean when I asked you to look at me?" she asked, willing her voice to remain steady.

Something flickered in Clarke's eyes, a shadow that seemed almost sad. "...Yes. That."

It took everything Lexa had not to sigh with relief. She dipped an inch forward, placing another soft, closed-mouthed kiss against Clarke's glazed lips. "I told you before, kos yu ste meizen. I wanted to see your eyes." Beauty, at least, was safe territory. Clarke didn't have to know just how deeply she meant those words. Not yet, anyway.

Instead of answering, Clarke withdrew from between her legs. Lexa started to do the same, but Clarke's fingers braceleted her wrist, urging her to stay where she was. She accepted the invitation, remaining inside as she relaxed on top of Clarke's body. It had been a long time since she'd been held like this, pressed skin to skin, and it was surprisingly soothing despite the mess they'd made of the sheets.

"Lexa?"

"Mm?"

"Yu ste meizen seintaim."

It wasn't the confession she secretly wanted, but it was more than she had dreamed Clarke could ever give her. "Mochof," she murmured into the crook of Clarke's neck, inhaling her new lover's scent and committing it to memory. "I'm glad I wore that dress for something."

"You didn't need it."

Lexa spared a quick peek past Clarke's shoulders, over to the pile they had left of their clothes. Clarke's robe had fallen on top of hers, leaving them tangled together. "No. I suppose I didn't."

Ai don tel yu op, ai na badan yu = I told you, 'I will serve you'
Kei = Okay
Ai hod yu in = I love you
Hod op = Wait
Beja... ai laik Leksa = Please, call me Lexa.
Chek ai au = Look at me
Kos yu ste meizen = Because you're beautiful
Yu ste meizen seintaim = You're beautiful, too