Note: Thank you for being so patient with us! But we are back!

Lexa woke quietly, softly, the way a young fawn steps out into the snow for the first time. The sleep lay heavy in her bones and her muscles ached pleasantly. She blinked and yawned, burying her face further into her pillow trying to sink back into the welcoming warmth of sleep. And it was long moments before she realized that her pillow was rising and falling gently, that the warmth wasn't her furs but the body she was curled into.

It was rare for her to wake so slowly, to want to stay longer in bed. Normally she was awake in an instant, her mind already racing with what she needed to accomplish for the day ahead. Leaving her furs was rarely a problem, even when Anya was in them. But this morning, she was reluctant, her muscles trembling in protest as she lifted her head, her nose bumping against a chin, slowly withdrawing her arm from around a gently curved belly.

She couldn't resist, and she gently rested her fingers along Clarke's cheek, staring down intently at the other girl's closed eyes. She could see her eyelids tremble slightly. She was still dreaming. She leaned down, her lips hovering over Clarke's, smiling slightly at the feel of Clarke's warm breath whispering across her lips.

She pressed her lips lightly against Clarke's, a kiss so soft, it was barely there. She laid her head on the pillow next to Clarke's, her palm gently cupping Clarke's cheek. She felt something flutter in her chest, something that felt suspiciously like hope, something that felt like more than just surviving. She'd spent her entire life just surviving, waging wars so peace could have a chance. And she'd let her guard down when it came to Costia, believing that the hope she felt then would be real and would flourish not just for her, but for all her people. It had been savagely ripped from her.

But now...with Anya and Clarke by her side...she smiled and closed her eyes. She'd overslept, there was too much to do, meetings to attend, but she couldn't force herself to get up just yet, not when she simply wanted to bask in the wonderment of being here in this moment with Clarke.

"Lexa?"

She frowned and sighed, carefully lifting her head, surprised to see Anya and not one of her handmaidens. She was even more surprised to see that Anya was only wearing her soft cotton shorts and her bindings.

"I told them today was to be a day of rest." Anya lifted the corner of the fur, carefully easing back under it on the other side of Clarke. She propped her head on her hand, reaching out with her other hand, to run her fingers across the back of Lexa's hand, before encircling her wrist with her fingers. She didn't squeeze, simply held her wrist between her fingers. It was something she had done when Lexa was younger and still her Second, when she was waiting for Lexa to be still and to simply listen.

Lexa closed her mouth, all of her hasty words of protest dying on her tongue. It had been a long time since Anya had pulled rank in such a way, so she waited.

"We talked about this before, about designating one day in the week to resting and enjoying time to ourselves or to our families. Our people need this."

Lexa nodded slowly. While they still had the Mountain and the Skaikru to worry about, peace still flourished around them, for the first time since the bombs had fallen. Maybe it was ok to not spend a day training for the next fight or battle. Maybe it was ok to stay here in bed, rest in her houmons arms. Because that was what they were. Her Houmons, her confidantes, her lovers. The only two allowed to see her weaknesses, her vulnerability, listen to her dreams.

"Besides, everyone has a wicked hangover," Anya chuckled and released Lexa's wrist, but not before leaning over and kissing the soft skin. It was soft of her, too soft, but maybe not soft enough. Maybe it was ok to be soft sometimes too. She lay her head on the pillow, reaching across Clarke with har arm, and pressing the back of her hand into Lexa's belly. She closed her eyes and let sleep claim her again, trusting that Lexa had heard her and understood.

Linnea smiled as she made her way back to her tent, her hands full of food she'd traded from one of the traders of the southern clans. Now that she knew Raven had been denied food most of her life, she was determined to make sure that Raven was never hungry again. And protein paste sounded as unappetizing as the name.

She juggled the fruit in her hand, fumbling a little as she reached out and knocked on the front pole of the tent. She waited a moment before ducking into the tent.

"Reivon?" She smiled again when the figure on the mound of furs stirred, and she set the food on the small wooden tray near the mound. She crouched beside Raven, waiting for the skai girl to finally wake up and orient herself.

The slightly unsteady walk back to Raven's tent had been too far away, and the younger woman had insisted on just going to Linnea's tent. And from the way Raven slurred her words slightly and stumbled, Linnea had known the best thing to do would be to simply tuck her into her furs and make sure she drank enough water to avoid pain in the morning.

"Uurng."

Linnea smirked a little at the grimace on Raven's face, and she sat back on her heels watching carefully as Raven hauled herself into a sitting position, her neck a little too stiff as she tried not to move her head.

"How are you feeling?"

Raven sighed and brushed her hair out of her face, spitting a little at the fine hairs caught across her lips. She grimaced a little as she swallowed, her mouth a little dry, but she knew it could have been worse. But her leg ached, and she slowly pushed herself up so she could swing her legs over the lows side of the bed. She scooted to the edge, cringing at the way her leg cramped, and she couldn't quite hold back the whimper of pain as the muscles bunched.

"It's ok. Let me help." Linnea leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Raven's waist, helping her scoot to the edge. She backed up, careful not to bump her legs, to give Raven room to try and stretch out her legs.

Raven whimpered again as she tried to stretch out her leg, her hands wrapping around the damaged muscles, as she grit her teeth and tried to massage the bunched muscles.

"Oh fuck. Oh god, that hurts," she hissed as her vision blurred. Her hands shook and fell away from her leg, the pain too much to try and coax it into something she could live with.

Linnea wrapped her hands around the hard muscled, squeezing carefully but firmly. "This is going to hurt, Reivon," she murmured as she reached up with her other hand and cupped Raven's cheek for a moment.

"Lay back." Once Raven had eased herself back down fully on the bed, Linnea took a deep breath and pressed the heel of her palm into the tight muscled. She winced at Raven's sharp cry of pain, but she grit her teeth and pressed down harder, carefully rotating it and waiting for the muscle to loosen slightly. She lifted Raven's leg and pressed the bottom of her foot into her chest, and then leaned forward slightly.

She smiled when she felt the balled muscle in her hand loosen a little more, and she pulled back, and then pressed foward further still. She carefully massaged the muscle with her other hand, repeating the process until finally the muscles loosened completely.

"Oh my god. I love you."

Linnea laughed as she carefully eased Raven's leg to the ground, before reaching out with both hands for Raven. Once Raven grabbed them, she pulled her into a sitting position, chuckling at the blush on Raven's face.

"Um...I mean...what I meant…"

"I know what you meant, Reivon." She sat down on the floor of the tent, bending one leg at the knee, and tucking the other leg underneath. She picked a piece of the food and offered it to Raven. "Here. You should eat. This is sof tous. It is from one of the southern clans. They grow the spice that they bake into it the tous."

She watched as Raven took it from her hand, looking it over before taking a bite. She smiled when Raven's face lit up, her eyes shining now with something other than tears. And she chuckled when Raven moaned a little as she took another large bite.

"Mmmph..is..sah gud!" Raven blushed and swallowed her mouthful before trying again. "It's so good!"

Linnea laughed, "I know. I'm not sure what the spice is called. I forget, but it makes the tous…" She shrugged, "soft?"

Raven nodded as she popped the last piece into her mouth, her tongue tingling at the sweet but sharp spice flooding her mouth. She licked her fingers clean, not caring that Linnea simply watched, a small smile flitting about the corners of her mouth.

"It's bread, right? I mean...it isn't anything like the bread we had the other night. That was flatter and harder. This was...like…" She sighed, an almost dopey look on her face, "...a cloud."

Linnea laughed and shook her head, delighted that Raven had enjoyed the sof tous so much. Perhaps she should learn to make it, so she could give it to Raven whenever she wanted. But the spice was hard to come by, which is why it had cost four sheets of paper. But it had been worth it.

She picked up a round piece of food next and pulled out a small knife, expertly peeling the thick layer, before revealing the orange flesh beneath. "Deimeika kodon." She showed Raven how to slide her thumbs into the small opening at the top and pull, the flesh splitting into small wedges.

"Deimeika kodon...isn't deimeka the sun?"

Linnea nodded and tapped the thick orange layer she had peeled away. "It is round like the sun, and the thick hide is like the red sun at night, but the flesh…" She picked up a wedge and held it up for Raven to see, before popping it into her mouth. She hummed as the sweet, slightly tart juices hit her tongue. "It is sof like the tous and the flesh is more like the deimeika during winter's breath.

Raven bit into a wedge, gasping as the juice spilled past her lips. She wiped it away with her fingers, before licking them, afraid to let any go to waste. "Orange. I think they called these oranges in the Old World. I've only ever seen pictures of them."

She peeled away another wedge and handed it to Linnea, "what is kodon?"

"This. What you just did." Linnea took the wedge from her, saluting her with it, before popping it into her mouth.

"Share." Raven laughed. "I see. It makes sense. They are perfect for sharing."

Linnea showed Raven the rest of the food, and she was able to identify most of it from pictures she'd seen, but some she'd never seen, and she didn't think they were in the Ark database. It made sense that the radiation might have helped species mutate and evolve into new species.

Linnea carefully gathered up the scraps of food and threw them into a small bucket before picking it up. "It is for the onkas, they eat everything."

Raven nodded reached for her brace, strapping it into place before heaving herself to her feet, feeling better now that she had eaten and drank, but she was still unsteady on her feet, and the residual pain in her leg made her hiss as she put her weight on it.

"I am going to give this to one of the boys," Linnea lifted the bucket, "and then I have something that I think you will like." She jerked her head towards a leather satchel on the ground. "There, could you hand get it for me?"

She had packed it the night before, hoping she would have this opportunity. She grabbed the two remaining pieces of food they hadn't eaten yet and tucked them into the bag, once Raven had handed it to her.

They stepped outside and Linnea handed the bucket off to a young boy, before slinging the satchel across her shoulder and pointing the way for Raven.

The sun had long peeked over the top of the treeline around the camp and was slowly climbing higher into the sky by the time Clarke started to stir. It took a few moments to realize why she felt slightly over-heated, and why she couldn't move around very much.

Heavy arms across her belly and chest held her firmly to the bed, long legs entwined with her own kept her from moving, and she sighed quietly surprised that Anya and Lexa were still in bed with her. She was hot and slightly sweaty, her skin prickling uncomfortably, but it was almost endearing the way they held her while she had slept, their faces buried in her neck, and she couldn't find it within herself to be overly annoyed about it.

She pushed up, trying to leverage herself into a sitting position, rolling her eyes and chuckling quietly at the disgruntled murmurs that fell from their lips. She groaned when their arms tightened around her, and she kicked out slightly with her feet, finally rousing them into bleary wakefulness.

"Too hot. Up." She muttered as she pushed against their arms again, relief sweeping through her as they yawned and grunted, rolling onto their backs, Lexa blushing slightly at having been caught holding on too tight.

She sat up in bed and sighed, pulling at the thin t-shirt she wore. It stuck slightly to her skin, and she grimaced, not really remembering putting it back on last night. She hesitated for a moment before shrugging and peeling the shirt off, sighing in relief as the cooler air hit her hot skin. She dropped the shirt on Anya's face, laughing at the way the older woman harrumphed.

But her laughter was cut short as long, strong fingers found the indents of her ribs, biting inward, hard enough to make her squeal and choke, but not with pain, as the fingers skated along her ribs. She pushed against Anya, trying to fight off her hands, laughing and growling at her, as she backed into Lexa, almost forcing her off the bed.

It was a tacit retreat, a simply nudge for help, but Lexa turned traitor, her own fingers finding their place holds along Clarke's back.

"N-No! Stop!" She laughed, gasping for air as she tried to fend them both off, unable to do anything but eventually yield to their coordinated attack.

"Ok! I give! I give! Stoooooop!"

Anya snorted and pressed Clarke into the mattress, looming over her like a giant tree, splaying its limbs out as far as it could reach. "And what will you give, Clarke?"

Her voice was husky, teasing, with just the tiniest edge underlying the breath she blew across Clarke's lips, and Clarke shivered in anticipation.

"Wh-what do you want?" Clarke swallowed hard around her suddenly thick tongue. The look in Anya's eye, the way her lips curled over her teeth slightly, left little doubt as to what she wanted.

Anya waited a moment, contemplating what she really wanted versus what she should ask for. And the way Clarke bit her lower lip, peering up at her through blonde lashes only confused Anya more, wondering if it was innocent and hesitant or a deliberate ploy to drive her wild. Either way, it worked.

And what she really wanted to release. She'd woken up, her muscles tense, her cock aching. She longed to bury herself in Clarke's wet heat, feel the younger girl clench hotly around her, coax all of her cum out of her, accept all of it.

She licked her lips. "A kiss," she murmured, lowing her face to Clarke's stopping a breath away, waiting for Clarke to meet her.

It took only a moment for Clarke to raise her face to Anya's, press her lips against Anya's, slightly unsettled by Anya's benign request.

And right before their lips met, Anya was sure she something akin to disappointment shine in the blue of her eyes. But she let the thought go when she tasted Clarke's lips against her own. She held the kiss for a moment, her tongue pressing against Clarke's mouth.

Clarke broke away, blushing slightly at Anya's confused look. "Uh...so...I have to go pee, and I need to brush my mouth." She waited for Anya to realize what she was saying, and once Anya had nodded and moved away, Clarke scrambled off the bed, pulling her clothes on before leaving the tent.

"We should do the same."

Anya nodded and stood up, wincing slightly at the way her cock rubbed against the fabric of her shorts. It was swollen and almost erect, and she didn't look forward to going outside with it.

"Here. Throw your jacket on." Lexa held Anya's jacket out, smiling a little at the way Anya winced again. She held it for Anya, who huffed and struggled into it after a moment. She buttoned it, kissing Anya on the chin, in a surprising show of soft affection.

She shrugged at Anya's surprised look. "She makes me want to be softer. With you."

Anya smiled and nodded, cupping Lexa's chin in her hand, "I get it." She kissed her gently, enjoying the musky taste of Lexa's mouth before pulling away to go about her own morning ablutions.

"Do you think we can convince her to come back to bed when she gets back?"

Lexa nodded, "Oh I think we can." She smirked a little, "I will have one of the handmaidens bring food, so we won't have to go out."

Anya returned first, making her way straight to the small stand in the outer room, smiling at the already filled basin. She quickly cleaned herself, chewing on the leaves that left her mouth fresh and her teeth clean, before spitting them out and rinsing her mouth. She returned to the bed to find Lexa sitting cross-legged on it, playing with a piece of fruit in her hand.

"Are you ok?"

"The clans...this could mean trouble."

Anya hummed and tossed off her jacket, climbing onto the bed besides Lexa. She took the fruit out of her hand, taking a bite before handing it back. "I think that we will deal with that if it comes. But today...today is about you and I and Clarke. Us."

"You think we are an us?"

"Yes. I do, and I think she thinks so to. But if you don't…"

"No. No, I do."

"Good."

They both looked up startled to see Clarke standing in the doorway, hands gripping either side of the leather flaps. "I would hate to think that I was sleeping with you both, and yet we aren't an us."

She moved into the room to stand before them, pushing against their shoulders until they moved and let her sit between them. She took one of their hands in each of her own, squeezing them a little. "Us. Together, right?"

She smiled when she heard their almost breathless "yes's" whispering against her skin as their lips found purchase on her cheek and neck. She shivered slightly, letting her gaze fall to her lap, smiling again at the way their hands fit perfectly.

Her eyes strayed, and she shivered again a little, her belly hollowing out as she licked her lips that trembled just enough to be felt but not seen. "Looks like you have a bit of a problem, Anya."

Anya pulled her face away from where she had unapologetically had it buried in Clarke's hair. "Huh?"

She looked down and chuckled at the bulge in her lap. "Yes, that does leave something to be desired."

"And what exactly do you desire?"

Anya shivered at the the words slithered along her spine, at the way the back of Clarke's hand, casually brushed against the bulge in her lap. The slightest caress to almost seem innocent, but the almost obscene way Clarke licked her lips, left her no doubt at to what the younger woman meant.

"You. Wrapped around my cock." The words were heavy and blunt, and her face tightened, the skin stretching tighter across her cheekbones, making her look like a predator. And a predator was how she suddenly felt, longing to sink her teeth into the unmarked skin above Clarke's breast, mark the girl for weeks to come, paint her skin in blushing red as she writhed under her, while she buried her cock inside of her over and over again.

Lexa grunted, slightly surprised by Anya's words, and she felt them press heavily into her belly, making her mouth water at the thought of watching Anya and Clarke together. It was exciting, almost thrilling at the thought of hearing them both in the throes of fucking. She was well aware of just how good Anya could be, wrenching startled cries from Lexa's chest when she least expected it.

Clarke didn't answer, simply let her hand fall into Anya's lap, her fingers purposefully stroking over the bulge in Anya's shorts. She kissed her on the corner of her mouth, enjoying the way Anya tried to follow her mouth with her own when Clarke pulled away.

She turned, her fingers still stroking Anya, but this time her lips found Lexa's, and her eyes fluttered closed as she pressed her lips to her's. Her mouth tasted like mint and fog on an early fall morning, but her tongue was hot and wanting as it slipped into Clarke's mouth, and she groaned at the taste of her, drinking her in, shuddering at the slight zing along her nerves.

She sighed into Lexa's mouth, half-formed words on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't bring them to rein. They scattered like leaves in the wind when she felt Lexa's fingers slip under her shirt and play along her ribs. She could feel her chest expand, her ribs push outwards, hollowing her out even more with every muted breath she took against Lexa's mouth.

Until it was too much, and she pulled away, her chest heaving, her ribs aching. She dropped her head into Lexa's shoulder, her lips barely tasting the warm skin of her neck. Lights danced behind her closed eyes, and she wondered how kissing Lexa always left her aching and breathless, disjointed like a broken doll. And yet, it was thrilling, and she still craved it.

She felt Anya slip to her knees, felt her hands at the waistband of her shorts, but she caught them and shook her head. "No. Not that. Later," she muttered, as she shakily stood to her feet, pulling at Anya's hands.

"What do you want?" She almost didn't hear the soft words. Anya's words were usually clipped and hard, although not necessarily loud.

She chuckled a little, rubbing at her belly, her skin growing warmer. She grabbed her shirt again and peeled it over her head, smiling a little as she dropped it to the ground. She didn't have to wait long before Anya moved closer, her hands cupping her breasts, her thumbs lightly caressing her hardening nipples.

"I want what you want," she gestured at Anya, her gaze falling to the rapidly growing swell in Anya's shorts. She blushed and jerked her eyes upward, not surprised to see Anya's amused grin. She huffed and pushed on Anya's arms, ineffective as the older woman didn't seem too keen on moving yet. She rolled her eyes and tried again, pushing Anya against the bed, before she lost her nerve.

"Um...show me?"

"Sha."

Clarke nodded and waited while Anya scooted back, taking off her shorts as she did so. Clarke reached behind her, knowing Lexa would see, and once Lexa had grabbed her hand, she followed Anya onto the bed, pulling Lexa with her.

It took a moment to get situated again, Clarke in the middle. Again. But she couldn't complain this time as warm hands ran up her belly, lips tickling along her shoulders, sucking at her neck. It was almost too much, the gentle caresses, that grew heavier with each passing moment, until fingers plucked at her hard nipples and teeth scraped along the cords of her neck.

She groaned a little when she felt hot mouths encircle her nipples, and she reached for their heads, her fingers finding purchases in the half braids and thick hair. Her nipples ached, and both seemed to know when to suck harshly and then gently lick, but it was Anya who left small bites along the underside of her breast, and it was Lexa who laved them with her tongue, soothing the sharp sting.

Lexa let her hand drift lower, her fingers slipping under the waistband of Clarke's shorts. Her fingers scraped across the trimmed hair. She played a little with the hair, softly tugging, before slipping her fingers lower, pressing between Clarke's lips.

She groaned around the nipple in her mouth at the feel of Clarke's slick against her fingertips. She gathered it on her fingertips, brushing her fingers across Clarke's clit. She smiled at the way Clarke jerked her hips, and she circled her clit with her finger, gently drawing it out from under it's hood.

Clarke jerked her hips again, her breath catching against her teeth. She could feel the sweat start to pearl on her skin, and she groaned and moved her head restlessly against the pillow, her legs moving in in a jerky rhythm against the furs.

"M-more, Lexa. More," she whispered, her voice strained, on the edge of pleading.

Anya couldn't resist and let Clarke's nipple go with a pop. She blew across it enjoying the way it puckered just the tiniest bit more. It was red and wet, hard and aching. She kissed it before, sliding up a little, her lips finding Clarke's. She pushed her tongue into her mouth, not giving her the chance to say more, and she groaned at the hot taste of Clarke on her tongue. And she wondered what Clarke tasted like between her legs, if Clarke would be just as hot and heavy on her tongue.

Clarke pushed Anya away, dizzy and too hot to stay sandwiched between them anymore. "Enough," she muttered. She sat up, relieved when Anya fell away from her onto her back.

"Just can't breath," she muttered her head hanging a little. She took a deep breath, relaxing back into Lexa's warm hands tracing soft patterns along her back. She smiled at the way Lexa's lips traced along her spine.

"Sorry."

"There is nothing to be sorry for, hodness." Lexa slipped her arms around Clarke's waist, brushing her lips along the back of her neck.

"I'm sorry if we rushed you."

"No. No. Not that." Clarke shook her head, craning her neck to see Lexa. "No...it just got really hot, and um…" she blushed. "I was afraid I was going to cum."

"You're supposed to cum. That's the point, Skaifaya." At Clarke's questioning look, she shrugged and reached out, her hand tracing the soft skin of Clarke's belly. "We want you to cum. Over and over again."

Clarke shook her head. "No, not that. Skaifaya."

"Oh." Anya turned her head a little, a faint blush skimming over her cheekbones. She shrugged and turned back to Clarke, glaring a little at Lexa who was grinning from over Clarke's shoulder.

"It is the fire. The fires that burn in the sky. You're the fire that burns in the sky come to earth. To us."

"Oh. Stars," murmured Clarke, smiling at little. She leaned forward, her hands pushing against Anya's shoulders. She swung her leg over Anya's hips, smiling at the way the older woman gasped as her clothed center pressed against her cock.

"Fire from the sky," murmured Clarke as she rocked carefully against Anya, smiling when Anya's hands grasped her hips.

"And do you know how to make a star burn brighter?"

Anya grunted, almost not hearing Clarke's words, her mind too occupied with the growing ache in her cock. She licked her lips, her eyes glued to Clarke's clothed center, her fingers biting into the fabric of her shorts. She could feel the younger girl's wetness spreading across her shorts, and the friction against the soft head of her cock made her grit her teeth.

Lexa moved up behind Clarke, having fully shed her clothes. She settled herself on her knees on either side of Anya's legs. She slid her hands along Anya's, caressing the back of Anya's hands that gripped Clarke's hips.

Lexa pressed her chest into Clarke's back, enjoying the feel of the soft skin scraping her own nipples. She dragged her lips along the contours of Clarke's shoulders, memorizing the shape of them in her mouth.

"How, Clarke? How do you make a star burn brighter?" She asked.

"You build a fire in her belly."

Anya groaned and jerked her hips, her fingers finding Clarke's waistband. She tried to pull them down, but couldn't with Clarke still sitting on her lap. She growled under her breath, grabbing the shorts in both hands and pulling hard.

Clarke gasped at the loud ripping sound and the cool air that suddenly hit her lower belly. She looked down in shock at Anya who simply smirked at her.

"Really, An?"

"Really, Skaifaya." Anya ripped the legs and pulled the rags out from under Clarke, hissing as Clarke's wet center made contact with her cock.

"Sha...sha…" she muttered, her hands on Clarke's hips again. Her cock was erect against her belly, dripping onto her skin, and she mourned the loss of it, wanting all of it inside of Clarke instead.

Clarke could feel her cock against her lips. It was warm and thick. She wriggled slightly, earning more moans and tight fingers on her hips from Anya, but she succeeded in positioning herself, so she could feel Anya's cock between her lips.

She was shocked at how hot it actually felt, and she could feel it tremor slightly. She rocked her hips forward, her juices coating Anya's cock. She put planted her hands on bed on either side of Anya's ribcage, and she started to move her hips, grinding down and then sliding forward and back, coating almost the entire length of Anya's cock between her lips.

She angled her hips so her swollen clit dragged along Anya's cock. She shivered at the warmth spreading along her nerves, and she could feel her wetness dripping on Anya's cock, feel Lexa's breasts pressing into her back, her hands running up and down her spine.

"F-fuck...I need….erng…" She couldn't finish the words, didn't want to finish them, hoping Anya knew what she meant, and judging by the chuckle from beneath her, Anya knew exactly what she needed.

"Ok, Skaifay, time to put a fire in your belly," murmured Anya as she sat up a little, her hands sliding under Clarke's bottom, lifting her up a little so she was kneeling tall instead of hunched over her. Anya fisted her cock, groaning a little at the friction as she dragged her fist up and down her cock, gathering the wetness at the tip and spreading it further down, mixing it with Clarke's juices.

She fumbled slightly, almost too excited at the idea of being inside of Clarke, before she realized she'd forgotten something.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She snarled, her chest tightening in anger. She slammed her head back onto the pillow groaning.

"What's wrong?"

She huffed and pushed herself back up, peering over Clarke's shoulder to look at Lexa. "Do we have any of the tea left?"

"Fuck," muttered Lexa, as she started climbing off of the bed. She'd completely forgotten about it, and she wasn't sure they had any left. "I will have to get some from one of the guards."

"Wait...what tea?"

Lexa stopped and leaned down and kissed Clarke's shoulder, "It's ok. It's just a tea to make sure that Anya doesn't get you with child. It's gross, but it does the job. Mostly."

Clarke shook her head, "No. No. I have a chip. It prevents me from getting pregnant. We don't need the tea."

Anya bit her lip, slightly unsure. "It never fails?"

"No, only if you take it out. It's fine." She bent down, pressing her lips to Anya's sternum, before lightly dragging her tongue around her breast and up and over her nipple.

"No tea," muttered Anya, her eyes closing at the feel of Clarke's mouth on her breast, her tongue twirling around her nipple. She felt almost helpless, wanting to move and push up, so her cock would find Clarke's wet heat, but enjoying the way her tongue sent little shivers across her skin too much to move.

Lexa smirked, settling herself behind Clarke again. She pressed her mouth to her spine, dragging her tongue down, urging Clarke forward a little more. She reached between Clarke's legs, dragging her fingertips along Anya's cock, before her fingers found Clarke's wet nub. She circled it slowly, tapping the head lightly, grinning against Clarke's hot skin when the other girl groaned.

She reached between her legs again with her other hand grasping Anya's cock and squeezing it at the base, smirking at the grunt she managed to earn from Anya. She lined the head of Anya's cock up to Clarke's center, circling her entrance with the head of Anya's cock.

She still held Anya's cock, reluctantly pulling her other hand from Clarke's wet center. She brought her hand to her lips, carefully licking the juices from her fingers, humming at the slightly salty taste. She pressed her hand against the small of Clarke's back, before sliding it around to her belly and pulling her back against her chest.

"Are you ready, hodness?" She breathed the words against Clarke's ear, her tongue tasting the warm, slightly moist skin there. She waited but Clarke said nothing, only nodding her head.

"Say it."

"Yes, please. Yes." She whimpered a little at the feel of Anya's blunt cockhead pushing against her entrance, but Lexa's steady hand on her belly was all the reassurance she needed.

She let Lexa guide her, dropping her weight slightly, until the large head popped into her tight entrance. She groaned at the sting, but Lexa's lips on her neck distracted her. She reached up behind her, one arm around Lexa's neck, pulling the older girl's mouth to her own. She whimpered again as their tongues slid against each other.

And she groaned loudly into Lexa's mouth, when she felt long fingers skim across her clit, and pluck at the nub there. And she didn't even realize that she was fully seated on top of Anya, Anya's cock buried deep inside of her, until Anya squeezed her hips and pushed up into her.

Clarke's head fell forward, her hands scrambling for purchase on Anya's slick stomach as the older woman reached under her thighs and bottom to lift her up so she could pump her cock deep inside of her. It almost hurt at first, the stretch, but it soon gave way to a searing heat spreading through her muscles.

"Fuck. Yes, more, Anya." She leaned forward, her hands on either side of Anya's shoulders, as she ground her hips down, meeting each of Anya's thrusts. It felt better than she had imagined, being stretched and fucked so deep that she couldn't form coherent thoughts, everything just scattered to the wind. She could feel Lexa's fingers on her clit, pinching and rubbing in time to Anya's thrusts, and she felt a sharp itch deep inside of her pelvis that felt out of reach.

Lexa leaned forward, forcing Clarke down closer to Anya's body. She pulled Clarke's knees toward her own, and pushed on her upper back, forcing her to race her bottom slightly. Watching Clarke take all of Anya's cock, kissing the soft skin of her back, and running her fingers over her straining nub had hollowed out Lexa's belly, made the heat simmer low in her muscles. Her own body was aching for release, she pressed as tightly as she could against Clarke, raising herself high on her knees, so she could press her clit against the high swell of Clarke's bottom.

Lexa groaned as she ground down on the firm muscle, her clit pulsing and aching with every breath she took. She wrapped her hand under the swell of Clarke's bottom, leveraging herself against Clarke, keeping in time with Anya's pumping and pounding into Clarke. Each rise and fall dragged across her clit, sending little sparks throughout her muscles, and she could feel the heat building deep inside her clit, and spreading into her belly.

She looked down, eyes wide at the glistening smears along Clarke's bottom, and she bit her lip hard, tasting the copper on her tongue as she watched Anya's cock pound into Clarke.

"Goddess," she muttered, her breath rattling in her chest. "Fuck I'm going to cum," she ground her fingers hard against Clarke's clit, as she rode the swell of her bottom, dragging her hard clit across the soft skin. She could feel it building, a wave hurtling towards her, and she groaned and jerked her hips hard against Clarke, grinding her sore clit until the wave crashed through, her drowning her in heat.

She shook against Clarke, her hips pressing into Clarke's bottom, her juices dripping down Clarke's bottom. She pressed her sweaty face into Clarke's back, feeling the other girl shake under her. She knew her weight was hampering Anya, but she was too tired to move.

"Ung...damn...Lexa, off." Anya grunted as most of Lexa's weight crashed onto Clarke's back, forcing Anya to slow and then stop pumping inside of Clarke. She swore under her breath when Lexa didn't move, but the weight was too much to keep pumping, so she let her hips sink into the bed.

She could feel Clarke was right on the edge, her muscles sheathing Anya tightly were starting to tremble and flex, and she groaned at the way they massaged her cock.

"Don't stop," she muttered as she felt Clarke clench around her. "Like that," she whimpered, her tongue think in her mouth, her mind hazy as her cock swelled slightly, trembling with the need to let go. The pressure in her cock was almost unbearable, the relief she craved held back only by sheer will, but she didn't think she could last much longer.

Clarke ground her hips down as much as she could, clenching around Anya's cock, almost crying at the friction against her front wall. It was just out of reach though, that pinnacle that she wanted to simply reach and keep going, falling off into the ocean awaiting her.

"Lex...baby…" She jiggled her shoulders a little, relieved when it roused Lexa who muttered apologies and sat up, pulling Clarke up a little with her.

Clarke sighed in relief the weight gone, and she groaned when Lexa's fingers found her clit again. rubbing it gently. "Fuck, yes." She could feel Lexa's juices smeared across her skin, and it made her almost giddy, knowing such an intimate part of Lexa was painting her skin.

She sat up a little, moving her hips, encouraging Anya to continue. She'd gotten used to the short hard pumps, craved them even. She placed her hand on the bed, near Anya's neck to support her weight, while she brought her other hand to Anya's mouth, her fingers idling over Anya's lips, until Anya opened her mouth. She pushed two fingers into Anya's mouth, pressed them down onto Anya's tongue, forcing her mouth open. She let her thumb play across the smooth skin of her chin to the delicate skin underneath. She pressed her thumb up under her chin, effectively trapping her.

She tugged a little, her fingers pressing harder into Anya's tongue. "Suck," she commanded, pushing her thumb up to close Anya's mouth around her fingers. "And don't stop."

Anya choked slightly, her tongue trapped to the bottom of her mouth. She couldn't move it, could barely swallow around the intrusion in her mouth, but when Clarke started to move her hips, raising herself on Anya's cock, and then pushing back down, taking her all the way in, Anya didn't care that she was almost choking.

"Fuuurm," the word was garbled and useless, and it made Clarke laugh.

"Don't speak, Warrior. There is no point. You're mine." She closed her eyes, licking her lips at the feel of Anya's thick cock inside of her, and it sent little shivers up and down her spine as she pushed up and then down, taking her cock in and out in one fluid motion.

But when Anya tried to slip her hands under her bottom and lift her up so she could pound into her, Clarke pushed harder on her tongue, causing her to choke slightly.

"Uh uh. No," She whispered as she leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Shusha, Warrior."

Anya felt her eyes start to roll in the back of her head a little. Her oxygen partly cut off. She knew it would be so easy to flip Clarke, dislodge her, but there was something intoxicating about the younger woman being in charge, commanding her with just the press of her fingers. And she knew how to ride her cock, knew how to clench around it, grind on it, and leave her wanting for more.

But could feel it burning and trembling to the point of pain. It was sharp but sweet, almost bitter as she felt Clarke increase her pace, now gently stroking her tongue with the smallest flutters. It was too much...the tight, hard heat in her belly, the friction on her cock rubbing against Clarke's walls, and she clenched tightly, groaning hard as she let herself go, her hips jerking hard as Clarke grown down on her.

She could see strange dancing lights behind her eyelids, her heart galloping like a frightened steed, as she felt the orgasm crash into her bones, robbing her of what little breath she had left. Everything went dark.

Clarke hissed when she felt the first pulse inside of her, "Fuck, Anya….Lex," she muttered, pressing her hips forward slightly into Lexa's hands. She groaned deeply, a roar filling her chest that never passed her lips as she came, quaking and twisting on top of Anya. The ball of fire in her belly, finally unraveling all through her limbs.

She ground her hips into Anya's, clenching her cock, milking the last strands of cum from her, while she shook in Lexa's arms, relieved that Lexa was there holding her upright, whispering soft words that she couldn't understand in her ear.

She pulled her fingers from Anya's mouth, brushing her lips against Anya's, before carefully pushing up, and swinging her leg over to the side. It was messy and squelched in a way that made her belly tighten, as her and Anya's cum spilled out of her. She flopped onto the bed, pressed into Anya's side, Lexa laying half on top of them both.

"Hey."

Clarke smiled lazily, warmth making her limbs heavy. "Hey, baby." She kissed Lexa, sighing softly into the gently press of her lips and mouth. They kissed softly for long moments, before finally separating.

"An?"

Clarke nudged Anya, "Warrior? We need to work on your stamina," she teased as she kissed Anya's cheek.

Anya grunted, opening her eyes and blinking blearily around. Her head hurt slightly, but her muscles were all heavy and dripping with satisfaction. "I'll show you stamina," she growled as she turned over, throwing an arm across both girls.

"After I nap," she muttered, a blush straining across her cheekbones. It was the first time she'd ever passed out from sex, not that she was going to tell either of them that she'd passed out. She yawned and wriggled down into the bed, snorting when Clarke pushed up against her arm.

"No...someone else be in the middle this time. Lexa."

Lexa didn't bother to argue, sleep plucking at the edges of her mind. She scrambled across Clarke and settled between them. It took a moment to gather their limbs and trade soft kisses before all three fell into sleep