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Gravity \| Book I: Amidst the Chaos	By : Prophecy Category: 1 through F > The 100 Views: 2331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval - I should've worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak, she is the last true mouthpiece
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human, only then I am clean
- Hozier, 'Take Me to Church'

Lexa had been in a state of mild discomfort for most of the day by the time she'd finished arguing with Titus; an event approaching a frequency that could practically be scheduled into her day. She'd had a difficult time putting Clarke out of her mind, knowing she was just a few steps away, simultaneously worried about how she was coping with being locked up and eager to spend the night making the whole 'coming after sunrise' bit a reality. As a result, Lexa had gotten to the point of being vaguely concerned about leaving a damp spot on the throne under her ass by the time the sun was lowering past the window.

She'd sat through several meetings with various ambassadors, nearly half a dozen criminal hearings, negotiated a trade agreement between Podakru and Skaikru, and authorized Titus to officially induct Gaia kom Trikru into the Order of the Flame so she could begin training the natblidas alongside him. Indra was, of course, not happy about it. Like so many parents, her desire had been for her child to follow in her footsteps. Lexa had felt mildly guilty due to her immense respect for Indra, but the larger part of her understood Gaia's need to make her own way in the world.

More and more often lately, Lexa had found herself wishing Titus would understand this as well. As aggravating as she found him, particularly when it came to matters involving Clarke, he had raised her. Lexa didn't remember her birth parents; warriors who had both died fighting with Trikru in the Second Azgedan War and had their heads taken by Nia. Titus meant well—he always did—but she was not the small natblida child staring wide-eyed at the world any longer.

She was Heda. The one person to whom Kings and War Chiefs and even the Sky People would bow. These were her lands, her fields, her city, and her people. A Commander was expected to give all of herself for all of her people, and Lexa felt she had done that her whole life and knew she would continue to do so with her last breath.

Was it truly as selfish as Titus would have her believe, to give a slightly larger part of herself to Clarke than she had to everyone else? Was she not entitled to divide her heart however she wanted, so long as she still gave all of it away?

These were the thoughts she shoved aside as Titus walked down the hall, glancing back only once to find her still staring him down. She waited until he'd rounded the corner before turning to the sentries posted at Clarke's door and nodded. Ryder and Cyrus obediently unlocked the doors and closed them behind her.

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"The only thing I feel like eating right now is already here."

The look Clarke gave her created an intense shudder that zipped down her spine from her ears until it hit her core and she blushed, embarrassed that Clarke could turn her on so much, so quickly, with just words. Lexa tapped her fingertips on the tray, tilting her head a little. "I'm serious, Clarke. If you starve to death, all of this was for nothing." She paused. "And it will never change."

Clarke rolled her eyes, but her heart wasn't in it, and she knew Lexa could tell. "Okay, I surrender. I'll be a good girl and eat."

Lexa casually unclipped her mantle and set it on the table, her tone measured. "Being good is not a requirement." She looked back up at Clarke, her eyes glittering with mischief and lust. "I would not want there to be any misunderstandings about our terms."

Clarke's voice was thick and husky as her pupils dilated rapidly. "You're right. We definitely wouldn't want that.. Heda."

Lexa's jaw twitched ever so slightly as they held their gaze, each silently waiting for the other to make a move, the air in the room growing thick with tension and anticipation and a new feeling Lexa simply did not have a name for. She had expected Clarke to push her to the wall, to the bed, to her knees. It was Clarke's way; their way. But things felt different today, and her stomach felt as though it had filled with dozens of fluttering blue glowbugs when she realized what they were moving towards. She took a step closer to the bed and Clarke, who was searching her eyes unsurely.

"I—is this okay, Lexa?"

"Were you asking Lexa or Heda?" She ran her fingertips nonchalantly over the buckle of her coat, studying Clarke for any sign of hesitation or reluctance, but she found none.

Instead she watched as Clarke slid from the bed, carefully kneeling on the floor in front of her. Lexa instantly grew wetter than she'd thought possible as she looked down at the blonde head bowed down before her. "I meant Heda, Commander."

"Then why did you not say Heda? Do you not respect your Commander?" Lexa paced a slow circle around Clarke, who kept her head lowered, as she spoke, trying to squash her nerves. "Do you need to be reminded who is in charge around here, princess?"

The nickname sent a shiver through Clarke that was obvious, the expanse of skin on her back rippling slightly as she twitched. "If it pleases you, Heda."

Lexa straightened her back and stood at attention, her arms linked behind her back. "Many things would please me, and you will do all of them. Undress me." Clarke started to push herself up, but was stopped immediately by Lexa's tone. "I did not tell you to get up. I told you to undress me."

Clarke swallowed hard, her breath coming a little faster as she moved forward on her knees until she was within reach. She reached up and unclipped her coat, her hands sliding down to fumble with the buckle of her belt as Lexa shrugged the coat to the floor, watching Clarke on her knees before her with heavy eyelids.

Clarke pulled her pants to her ankles and unzipped the backs of her boots. Lexa stepped to the side, freeing herself of both. "You may stand." Clarke obediently stood and began untying Lexa's shirt from around the back of her neck, her eyes still lowered to the floor.

After discarding the shirt, Lexa stood before her, trying to hide her nervousness, her hands still clasped behind her back and her firm breasts lifted by her posture, nipples standing out proudly. The only barrier left between them was a pair of soft white cotton underwear that were already transparent with her desire. Clarke reached for them but Lexa shook her head. "Undress yourself first."

Clarke stared unabashedly at the wet patch between her thighs as she disrobed, worrying her lip with her teeth in anticipation. While Lexa was enjoying watching her undress, she'd mostly given the order so she had a moment to steady herself. Her chest felt tight and anxious, which made no sense. She gave people orders all day long every day, and had since she was fourteen years old. Why then, was it proving so difficult to give Clarke orders? Especially given that it was for both their pleasure.

Her thoughts must have been plastered across her face, because after kicking her pants away, Clarke paused, her voice soft. "Lexa. We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable with it."

Lexa closed her eyes briefly, her fingers going to the bridge of her nose. "It is not discomfort, exactly. I am not sure what to call it."

Clarke reached out and took her hand, tugging her gently to the bed. They both sat on the edge of it, Lexa looking embarrassed and small as she folded her arms across her chest. Clarke pulled a particularly soft wolf pelt from the other side of the bed and wrapped it around Lexa's shoulders. She kept her eyes downcast, hoping Clarke wouldn't notice the tear forming and escaping down her cheek.

"Lexa, talk to me." Clarke's voice was nothing but concern and gentleness and for some reason, that made her feel even worse.

Lexa's shoulders were hunched and tense, her voice very quiet. "I ruined it."

"No."

"Clarke, I couldn't—"

"You didn't ruin anything. We didn't even.. It's not like we planned anything or even talked about it."

"But I wanted it. I wanted to give it to you," she replied earnestly, biting her lip when Clarke cupped her chin and lifted her face to look into her eyes.

"I don't want it just because you feel guilty about all this, Lexa. You said it wasn't my choice, but it was. If I tried to leave, you weren't gonna chain me to the wall and you know it. I don't need you to be Heda unless you need to be."

Lexa let out a quiet huff, fingering the pelt, her voice soft when she finally spoke again. "Octavia heard you. At the trading post. The things you said.." She swallowed a little hard. "The things you asked for."

Clarke flushed, her ears and face heating up rapidly as she tried to jog her memory as to what, specifically, Octavia could have heard that night. "She told you those things?"

Lexa shrugged from within the pelt that she was pulling increasingly tighter around herself. "Only because I ordered her to."

Clarke bit her lip, both hands tightly gripping the edge of the mattress they were seated on. "It was different. Niylah, she tried to be what I needed, but she couldn't." Now Clarke was looking away, twirling a stray bit of fur from the pelt between her fingertips. "So I took what I could get."

Lexa's voice was quiet when she responded. "You don't need me to be more, you know.." She gestured a little with her hands. "Commanding?"

"No." Clarke shook her head. "The only thing I need you to be is Lexa." When Lexa didn't respond or look up from her own lap, Clarke turned her body towards hers and lifted her chin again. "You're not a replacement for her, Lexa. She was a substitute for you."

Lexa felt the hot tears welling in her eyes, but she couldn't even bring herself to care, because Clarke's eyes were glassy as well when she searched them for reassurance. Clarke cupped the back of her head, her fingers tangling in her hair as she leaned in, kissing her softly and gently sucking her lower lip the way she had the first time they kissed.

Lexa sighed and rested her hand on Clarke's side, bumping her nose gently against hers, the tension in her shoulders slowly dissipating. After a moment, Lexa's mouth grew needy, searching hers for comfort, which Clarke provided immediately.

Slowly and guided by the movements of Lexa's tongue, the kiss intensified and her grip on the wolf pelt loosened. It slid off her delicate shoulders naturally and she broke the kiss, shifting back on the bed until she was resting back against the pillows. She bit her lower lip, watching Clarke's face as she deliberately ran her eyes over every inch of Lexa's blushing skin, her pupils dilating rapidly.

She looked like a jungle cat readying itself to pounce, and it caused Lexa's breath to hitch in her throat. She caught her gaze and gave her a short nod. She crawled over the bed and slid up Lexa's body, bracketing her hips with her own as she ducked her head down for another kiss.

Lexa drew her knees up around her, moaning against her lips. Clarke cupped her cheek as she gently broke the kiss, pressing her lips to her throat instead. Lexa tilted her chin up, making a sound in her throat that was almost a purr.

Clarke slowly made her way down her shoulders and across her chest, her tongue and lips forging a trail of kisses and gentle nips as she did. Lexa squirmed beneath her, both of her hands tangled in Clarke's hair, alternately stroking her head and gripping her hair any time her mouth discovered a particularly sensitive spot.

"Klarke," she breathed softly when Clarke reached her abdomen, her legs instinctively parting further for her.

Lexa's right hand dropped from Clarke's head and rested on the bed, her hand stretching ever so slightly upwards. Clarke's left hand immediately slid into it, their fingers wrapping around each others' until their palms were pressed tightly together. Lexa moaned once more as Clarke kissed and licked her way over the jut of her hipbone. She squeezed Lexa's hand reassuringly before running her tongue slowly over her with a soft sigh. Lexa's hips jerked towards her, her grip on her hand tightening when she did it again.

Clarke's tongue gently pressed between her folds, circling her entrance slowly, her free hand resting on her hip to steady its twitches. Lexa arched against the bed when she felt Clarke's skilled tongue enter her, her hand slipping a little on Clarke's back and leaving behind a series of scratches where she dug her nails in.

Clarke moaned against her, her lips brushing over her swollen clit briefly as her tongue sought to collect every drop of Lexa she could. She traced the dips and swells of Lexa's sex as if she was mapping it to commit to memory. Her tongue made its way slowly around her clit until Lexa's body started to tense, then quickly abandoned it in favor of searching out her clenching entrance again.

Lexa groaned at Clarke's denial, her hips thrusting towards her with need. Clarke continued licking her slowly, varying the path and pressure to keep Lexa writhing in a state of anticipation. She teased her tongue over her clit, drawing a frustrated whimper when she quickly retreated again. Lexa wrapped her legs around Clarke, rocking her hips in search of relief.

Clarke smiled at her desperation and turned her head, kissing her inner thigh before sucking a light bruise onto it, prompting Lexa to whine her name urgently. She wanted badly to push Lexa to the edge about a hundred more times just so she could experience every sound she had to offer, but after what happened earlier, she wanted to soothe and reassure her more.

Lexa spread her thighs as far as she could, her heels digging into Clarke's back harder when her tongue went back to work with more fervor than before. Lexa moaned deeply when she sucked her needy clit and worked her tongue against it firmly. Lexa's legs and fingers clamped down hard enough to leave marks on Clarke's back and hand when she came, shuddering and gasping her name. Clarke's tongue wound its way down to her fluttering entrance once more, seeking and enjoying every drop of Lexa's arousal as she came down from the high, still shaking.

Lexa's legs fell open on the bed, her muscles turned to jelly beneath Clarke. She moaned softly when Clarke ran the flat of her tongue over her sensitive folds, causing her hips to twitch in the aftershocks.

Clarke lifted her head before Lexa could become overstimulated, kissing her way up her body until her head was on the pillow beside hers, draped over Lexa like a blanket and still holding her hand. Lexa let out a soft breath and turned her face to kiss Clarke lightly.

Clarke moaned softly into the kiss when she realized Lexa's tongue was tracing her lips slowly, tasting herself on them and clearly not minding. After a moment, the kiss was interrupted by Lexa's jaw stretching in a wide yawn. Clarke couldn't help smiling, kissing her forehead softly over where her medallion usually sat. "Sleep."

Lexa tried to stifle another yawn as she replied, "What about you?"

Clarke finally released her hand so she could trace her fingertips across her brow and over her ear gently, her voice quiet. "Right now, I need this more."

Lexa relaxed further, a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth as she curled into Clarke more fully, sleep already overtaking her exhausted body. Neither of them felt as though they were in a prison cell, and it wasn't much longer before Clarke joined her, falling asleep with her face pressed into Lexa's neck.
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Gravity | Book I: Amidst the Chaos