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Gravity \| Book II: Brave New World	By : Prophecy Category: 1 through F > The 100 Views: 1373 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My demons are begging me to open up my mouth
I need them, mechanically make the words come out
They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce
Ignite me, licking up the flames they bring about
Hold me down, hold me down
Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown
Knock me out, knock me out
Saying that I want more, this is what I live for
Selfish, taking what I want and call it mine
I'm helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine
They rush me, telling me I'm running out of time
They shush me, walking me across a fragile line
- Halsey, 'Hold Me Down'

Lexa had pulled all of the curtains shut, trying to block out as much of the bright afternoon sun as possible. She'd taken off everything but her underwear and put on a shirt that belonged to Clarke before climbing into bed. The small vial of peppermint oil she'd put on her temples was set aside but within reach, and she was resting with her eyes closed, the Flame blessedly quiet for the moment and her headache just starting to ease.

She hadn't been resting long when she heard the door open. It was Clarke, of course. No one else would ever dare enter the Commander's bedchamber without first knocking and receiving permission. Even before it was their shared room, Clarke never waited for permission to enter—in fact, Clarke seldom waited for permission for anything, a trait which Lexa usually found endearing.

"Lexa?" she said softly when she saw her resting with her eyes closed. "You awake?"

Lexa opened her eyes, glancing over at her. "Yes." She bit her lower lip. "I'm sorry for snapping at you like that."

Clarke closed the door behind her. "It's okay."

"It's not okay," she responded quietly.

"Well, it's not a big deal, either. There's a lot going on and we're all stressed out." Clarke made her way to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and smiling when she saw the 'Earth Day 2052' shirt Lexa was wearing. "That shirt looks good on you." She reached out, idly running her fingertips over her chest where the logo began. "Like, really good."

Lexa smiled a little, already starting to feel the last vestiges of grumpiness fading away under Clarke's gentle touch. "You say that every time I wear something of yours."

Clarke scooted back a bit, folding one leg beneath herself on the bed and continuing to trace her fingertips lightly over the text and, by extension, Lexa's breasts. "I like seeing you wear my clothes."

"If you keep doing that, they'll be on the floor instead of on me." Lexa sighed softly as Clarke's fingers wandered lazily.

"You say that like it's supposed to be a deterrent."

Lexa's eyes closed briefly when Clarke circled her nipple lightly through the thin fabric. "I take it back, then. I would hate for you to misinterpret it."

Clarke smiled and leaned over to kiss her, pausing a few inches away. "You smell like peppermint. Another headache?"

"Not anymore," came the dismissive response. Clarke bit her lower lip, frowning, and Lexa opened her eyes, her voice soft but firm as she cupped her cheek. "I am fine, Klark. Ai swega em klin."

"It's really not fair that you're trying to distract me by saying my name that way, you know." Clarke turned her face in Lexa's palm, kissing it softly.

Lexa stuck her lower lip out playfully, pouting at her. "I am not. If I was trying to distract you, I have much more effective ways to do that." She let go of Clarke's head and pushed herself up a bit, tugging her shirt off and dropping it aside.

Clarke inhaled a sharp intake of air as her bare breasts came into view and groaned a little. "Now you're just playing dirty, Leksa.."

"Shof op and kiss me already."

Clarke couldn't resist her any more than she could grow wings and fly away in that moment. She pressed her lips to hers, Lexa's tongue already seeking out her own. She slid her hand over her small breast, lightly rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. Lexa moaned softly as she laid back once more, pulling Clarke down with her.

Clarke stretched out against her, sucking gently on her tongue and fitting her hips firmly against hers. Lexa's fingers wound through blonde locks, wrapping her legs around hers and pulling her as close as possible. They kissed hungrily, Clarke shifting just enough to press her hipbone between her thighs, drawing a longer moan from her.

Lexa's hips rose off the bed, trying to press herself against Clarke and breaking the kiss to gasp in a breath. Her lips lingered against Clarke's and she mumbled into her mouth, "Use them.."

A shudder ran through Clarke at the huskiness in her voice and she reluctantly separated from Lexa, shifting onto her knees over her. She grabbed the leather cuffs that were already secured to their headboard and Lexa lifted her arms above her head so Clarke could secure the buckles around her narrow wrists. Lexa watched with hooded eyelids, shivering unconsciously at the familiar feel of the cuffs tightening.

Clarke slid back down her body slowly, purposely rubbing against her every inch of the way before climbing off her, pausing to take her in for a moment. Lexa's underwear was already transparent with her need, and it took every ounce of self control Clarke had not to press her mouth against her dripping center then and there as she pulled the soaked cloth down her legs.

Lexa spread her legs apart as far as possible, her hips twitching slightly as Clarke secured her ankles to the cuffs looped around the foot of the bed. After she tightened the buckles there, Clarke stepped back and slowly ran her eyes up her body appreciatively.

Tied spread-eagle to their bed, her arousal already dripping down from her swollen lips to the sheet beneath her, Lexa looked at once vulnerable and, somehow, more powerful than ever. Clarke unconsciously ran her tongue over her lips with a shaky sigh as she began undressing.

Lexa watched as each part of Clarke was slowly exposed, her hips jerking slightly in anticipation. She was already uncomfortably wet, and the damp spot beneath her ass only grew when Clarke kicked off her underwear, revealing the glistening folds between her own thighs as well.

Clarke stepped closer, sliding her hands up Lexa's thighs as she climbed back into the bed and straddled Lexa's tightly bound body. She positioned herself on her abdomen, briefly rubbing herself against the expanse of skin below her navel. Lexa moaned deeply, pulling her wrists against the bindings already.

"See anything you like?" Clarke teased her, sliding herself against her slowly until she was straddling Lexa just below her breasts, ensuring she had a good view between her thighs.

"Yes.. Very much.." Lexa nodded quickly, her gaze glued to the dripping lips and swollen clit before her, feeling herself practically salivating with desire.

Clarke smiled coyly at her, grabbing the headboard with one hand for balance and sliding the other over herself, her fingers sliding easily through her folds and circling her clit slowly. Lexa moaned deeply, already regretting her request for the cuffs. All she wanted to do was rip her arms free; replace Clarke's fingers with her own and rub her swollen clit until she came hard enough to rattle the bed against the wall.

Clarke eased two fingers inside herself, moving them slowly back and forth as her hips began thrusting in time with her hand, just a few inches from Lexa's slightly open mouth. Clarke gathered as much of her arousal as she could on her fingers and brought them to her lips. Lexa enthusiastically ran her tongue over them, moaning again at the taste of Clarke. She wrapped her lips around her fingers, her tongue seeking out every drop gratefully.

Lexa let out a soft whine of protest when Clarke pulled her fingers free and slid them back inside herself.

"You're awfully needy today, Leksa."

"I just need you," she responded, tugging against her bonds.

"Okay." A wicked smile overtook Clarke's face as she once more pulled her fingers free. Lexa's lips parted instinctively, but instead Clarke turned slightly and reached behind herself, running the same fingers through Lexa's dripping slit. Lexa's body arched hard against the mattress and she gasped Clarke's name breathlessly, her walls fluttering and clamping down on her fingers tightly.

Clarke slowly fucked her fingers back and forth in Lexa, unconsciously grinding her clit against her abdomen in the same rhythm. Her arousal left a glistening streak on Lexa's skin as it poured out of her. Lexa struggled against her bindings, thrusting and trying to drive Clarke's fingers deeper inside her, her clit seeking pressure Clarke wasn't interested in giving her just yet. Lexa moaned in need, but Clarke merely released the headboard and set her hand on Lexa's breast instead, pinching her painfully hard nipple and rolling it slowly.

"Klark," Lexa whined, tugging hard enough against the cuffs that her wrists would definitely bruise. "I need you.."

Clarke slid her fingers free once more, drawing a petulant whine from Lexa as she leaned forward, her voice a husky whisper. "What do you need? Tell me what you want me to do, Lexa."

Lexa looked into her eyes with blown out pupils, her cheeks red and her chest heaving with her labored breath. "Y-your fingers. I want them.." She faltered a bit, her voice shaky.

Clarke cupped her cheek gently. "Where?"

Lexa swallowed hard, steadying herself. "Inside me, I want you inside me."

Clarke smiled, sliding her hand between them and working her fingers slowly past Lexa's entrance once more. Lexa let out a long, low moan as Clarke's fingers settled as deeply as they could go, and stayed there. She gave a soft moan of protest, her hips lifting and trying to push down against her hand.

"Okay. I'm inside you." Her smile had turned wicked once more and Lexa bit her lip, blushing deeply when she realized Clarke was waiting for further instructions.

Lexa's voice was thick with arousal as she finally relaxed into the headspace Clarke was creating for her. "Fuck me, hodnes. I-I want to feel you moving inside me, touch me, make me come for you.."

It was Clarke who moaned long and loud this time, feeling a fresh wave of wetness run out of her all over Lexa's already soaked stomach. It drove her crazy when Lexa was able to let go to this degree; to forget herself and let her thoughts release for Clarke as easily as her arousal did.

Clarke rode her slowly, her breathing shallow and uneven. "How do you want to come, niron? On my fingers or in my mouth? Should I keep fucking you like this, or put my tongue in your pussy instead?"

Lexa shuddered at the filth coming from Clarke's mouth, in disbelief that it was even possible for her to be as turned on as she was right then. "Jok, Klark. Fuck. Y-your tongue, I want your tongue.."

Clarke didn't hesitate, eager to reward Lexa, and slid down her body quickly, settling between her spread thighs and running the flat of her tongue over the length of her slit, briefly pressing it against her throbbing clit. Lexa's back arched as her tongue worked between her parted lips and teased around the tight circle of her entrance.

Lexa was certain everyone for miles could hear the hammering of her heartbeat as her blood pounded in her ears. When Clarke repeated the action and then began fucking her with her tongue, Lexa's vision cut out and she saw nothing but stars before her. Clarke lightly bumped her teeth against her clit, opening her mouth wide enough to cover the entirety of Lexa's center. She traced her swollen lips with her tongue, enjoying the feeling of Lexa's hips struggling against the position she was bound in.

Clarke alternated between licking the length of her slit and pressing past her folds to feel her walls trying to clamp down on her tongue. She watched Lexa's face as much as she could, aware that Lexa was now deep inside an altered state of mind and probably couldn't remember her own name at the moment. Her increasing familiarity with Lexa's body and needs made it easy to bring her to the edge, which she did quickly and repeatedly, easing her down from it each time until Lexa was a writhing, sweaty, whimpering mess beneath her.

"Clarke, Clarke please, toch up ai.. I need to come.. I can't take.. Beja, please," Lexa babbled in both English and Trig, her entire body shuddering as Clarke's tongue traced over her throbbing clit before her lips engulfed it. Holding Lexa's hips steady, Clarke sucked on her clit, her tongue flicking around it as she finally brought Lexa over the edge.

Lexa cried her name and arched hard against the bed as she came. After a moment, Clarke released her pulsing clit before it became overstimulated and her tongue darted out, pressing against her entrance and lapping up the fresh flood of wetness that escaped her fluttering center. Lexa moaned tiredly, her thighs attempting to spread further as Clarke's tongue moved quickly over her, seeking out every drop of her arousal.

When Lexa whimpered her name a few minutes later, Clarke lifted her head and gazed into her eyes, kissing the top of her thigh softly. "Ste odon?" Lexa nodded and Clarke pushed herself up carefully, releasing her ankles first and then her wrists.

Lexa shifted over a little to avoid the large damp spot that was on the bed now, rubbing her bruised wrists lightly as she rolled to her side, getting more comfortable. Clarke scooted up against her back, wrapping her arm around her and lazily rubbing her stomach, kissing her shoulder softly.

"How did you get so good at taking me out of my head?" Lexa asked quietly, her fingertips tracing over Clarke's arm as she nestled back against her.

Clarke's lips brushed gently against the shell of her ear. "I dunno. It must be my super power."

Lexa smiled, her voice soft. "I think you're right. The only time I can let go is with you." She brought Clarke's hand up to her lips, kissing it as Clarke sighed against her head. "I'll show you how thankful I am when I can feel my legs again."

Clarke mumbled sleepily against her head. "Shh.. Later. Just wanna rest."

"Good plan," Lexa admitted, trying to stifle a yawn. Clarke let out a soft sound that could have been a grunt but sounded more like a tiny growl as she tightened her arm around her, nestling her face into the wild tangles of Lexa's hair before relaxing against her back.

Lexa sighed softly, comforted enough by Clarke's body wrapped around her that she started dozing off despite the resurgence of pain and angry voices inside her head.
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