Chapter Text
Lexa throws her head back into the pillows, a low growl rumbling up her throat. Clarke is going to town between her legs and holy shit. Oral sex is a recent development as they both just got tested last week (Lexa’s a little paranoid about these things) and it was so worth the wait.
Clarke’s short nails dig into her hips, kneading her butt as her tongue explores every inch of her slick core. She’s greedy, and Lexa won’t complain; she’s usually a top and it’s nice to be taken care of once in a while.
‘You taste amazing.’ Clarke looks up briefly from between her thighs. Her blown pupils shine with malice and her chin is wet with Lexa’s arousal. The sight makes Lexa groan again.
She cants her hips up, silently asking –no, begging- the blonde to return to her task. Pink lips curve upwards before parting again to wrap around Lexa’s swollen bud. It feels like electricity running through her, from the root of her clit to every nerve ending in her body. Lexa’s toes curl delightfully.
‘Fuck, Clarke, your fingers-‘
Clarke hums around her clit, sliding her middle finger inside slowly before adding another. Lexa welcomes the slight stretch with a whine. Her hands strokes cropped blond hair, gently pressing Clarke’s face closer into her cunt as her hips roll. It gets messy pretty quickly, with the squelch of Clarke’s fingers pumping in and out and her enthusiastic tongue lapping at her. Lexa’s core tenses and her breathing grows heavier until her muscles seize.
There’s a brief moment of euphoria and she feels like she’s floating, aided by the curl of Clarke’s fingers. Then the air shifts, and she’s empty all of a sudden. Lexa’s chest feels heavy and her head hot, and tears flow on their own. They’re streaming down the sides of her face and into her hair as a pitiful sob echoes in the dim bedroom.
‘Are… you okay?’ Clarke asks hesitantly, drawing back from between Lexa’s legs.
‘Y-yeah, sorry.’ The brunette sniffles and another sob rattles her body. It’s like she can’t stop crying, and she’s not even sad. She swings her arm across her eyes, her face burning in shame. This is also a recent development. She rarely cries, and most definitely not during sex.
Lexa takes a peek underneath her forearm to see Clarke’s chin propped up on her hip bone. The blonde looks at her with a soft expression on her face. Lexa’s cunt still pulses weakly around her fingers and Clarke withdraws slowly.
‘I’m sorry. This is so weird.’ Lexa apologizes again, trembling.
‘It’s okay. Cute, actually.’
‘This- it doesn’t usually happen.’
‘Well there’s a first time to everything. Crying is good sometimes.’ Clarke reassures her, placing a kiss at the joint of her hip. ‘Means you’re relaxed enough. Unless it was bad?’
‘No! No, it was great actually.’ Lexa sniffles again and they both laugh. ‘Just caught me off-guard. I’m embarrassed.’
‘Really, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.’ Clarke kisses her stomach just below her belly button, then makes her way up mouthing at her sternum. ‘What do you need?’ She asks quietly when she reaches Lexa’s face.
Her warm breath heats up Lexa’s already flushed cheeks and another tear rolls down the bridge of her nose.
‘Cuddles?’
Clarke smiles and slides beside her, rolling them both on their sides so she’s spooning Lexa’s body from behind. Lexa burrows into Clarke’s embrace and pulls the covers over them.
‘You know, that was the first time I came from someone going down on me.’
‘Really?’ Clarke perks up, raising her head from the pillow in surprise.
‘Yeah. I mean, I’m used to being the one going down, not the other way around… but the few times it’s happened, I could never quite get there, you know?’
‘Mm-hm.’ Clarke hums, kissing the back of Lexa’s neck. ‘It’s harder than it looks, letting go.’
‘I wouldn’t say no to some practice.’