reshopgoufa:

decalexas:

I JUST FOUND THIS BURIED IN MY INBOX AND

HOLY FUCK!! THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU

this is such a fucking good though because it presents perfect opportunity for lexa to be a precious needy bottom??

and clarke?? gets to see everything?? and hear everything?? and feel everything??!

she gets to see how lexa’s toes curl and her legs shift and tense and spread. how her hands grasp and tug at the bedding below them. how she goes rosy dusky red all the way down her chest. how the wetness that coats her own fingers glistens in the low light.

she gets to hear how wet lexa is too, which is always heady. she gets to hear the catch in her breathing and the low stuck whines in her throat. the breathy whimpers and ragged moans. the sultry pout in her voice when she begs. she gets to hear how much, how badly, how desperately lexa wants her, what she’ll give her. she gets to hear all the ways lexa sighs her name.

and. she goes slow for a reason. she takes her time so she can feel lexa go flushed and heated against her. feel her start to roll her hips little bit by little bit until she’s moving in these greedy searching sinuous movements in constant desperate search for more. she gets to feel her tremble.

but her favourite, her most favourite is when lexa goes limp and dips her head back against her shoulder. when she spreads her legs wide and gives herself over.

clarke just. giddy and lightheaded over the little things. the tickle of lexa’s hair against her neck. the shudder of her movements. how she snuggles up in a needy attempt to get closer.

and. ugh, nonny. you undo me.

‘beja, clarke,’ like a prayer. like clarke is the holy one. like she holds absolution and paradise at her fingertips.

lexa begs, and so she kisses her temple, smiles at the ragged broken whine it evokes, and indulges her.