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Lexa stands infront of the long war table, maps splayed out before her. She's leaning ever so slightly forward, her eyes tracing the lines on the map.
Clarke stares at her at the other end, hands shaking slightly against her side. She's scared, distressed pheromones going off and Lexa clinches her jaw noticing.
"Clarke, please…" Lexa says gently, causing Clarke to snap out of her translucent state.
"Sorry."
Lexa gives her a gentle smile before coming around the table towards her. She takes both of Clarke's hands in hers, bringing them to her chest. Both of their hearts are pounding like the sound of war drums as Lexa begins to speak.
"This is what it means to be a leader, Clarke. We must face the unknown sometimes and we must always win."
"Is that supposed to make it any easier? Because it does not."
Lexa stands tall before the frightened omega, her bravery never faltering as Clarke struggles to hold onto her own.
"I won't let anything bad happen to you."
Clarke squeezes her hand, smiling gently. "I know that, Lexa. But we don't know what we're really facing tomorrow."
"We'll face it together."
Lexa lets go of her hands, only to move a delicate hand behind her neck and pull her in for a passionate kiss. Clarke reciprocates immediately, lips gliding against Lexa's own. Her hands wrap around her pulling her flush against her. Lexa growls into the kiss, fighting for dominance with Clarke's tongue.
"I want this. I want you. Please, atleast tonight before possibly facing our inevitable deaths." Clarke whispers against her lips, resisting the urge to moan as Lexa's hands travel up and down her spine.
Lexa's inner alpha roars inside with her words, opening up to her primal instincts. Clarke lets out a small yelp in surprise when Lexa picks her up and sets her on top of the war table, shoving the maps off in her frenzy. The wood feels cold against Clarke's back, Lexa looking down at her with dark eyes like she's absolutely about to devour her. And oh, does she plan to. All Lexa wants to do is rip her clothes off and thrust into her roughly, succumbing to her hidden desires for the blonde. But this is Clarke and she loves her, Lexa reminds herself as she stands between her legs. So in knowing this, she holds back her own dominant nature.
Her hands run under Clarke's shirt, feeling the smooth skin beneath. It sends shivers down Clarke's spin. Lexa feels the binding holding Clarke's breasts together and growls, frustrated at the thing keeping her from feeling them for the first time.
Clarke sits up momentarily, lifting her shirt up over her head. Lexa watches in a transfixed state as she then undoes her bindings. Clarke's breasts spring free, so perfectly round and big. Lexa doesn't hesitate to cup one in her hand as her lips close around a nipple, sucking and rolling it between her teeth. Clarke is already whimpering beneath her, feeling undone by Lexa's ecstatic touches.
Lexa is painfully hard and erect in her black jeans, starting to rub against Clarke's center. Lexa has never felt like such a pup before now, feeling dazed and embarrassed as she's about to combust by some heated foreplay.
"Lexa," Clarke says between stiffling moans. "I need you to fuck me right now."
Lexa lets one of the nipples go from her mouth, hands flying to her belt and undoing her pants. She pulls it all down off her legs leaving her bare and exposed before Clarke.
Clarke lets out an audible gulp upon seeing Lexa's large straining cock. She wonders how that thing is possibly going to fit inside her and oh, does she want to find out!
Clarke begins to unbutton her pants before Lexa wastes no time ripping them off, panties and all. Clarke shivers, blaming the cool air on her now completely nude body and not on Lexa's ravishing stare. Lexa follows suit, removing her top and bindings leaving her completely nude as well.
Clarke tentatively reaches out to Lexa, hands traveling from her shoulders to the valley between her breasts and down her stomach. She stops, hands trailing above Lexa's hard member. Lexa gives her a slow nod before Clarke wraps a hand around her shaft. The contact alone makes Lexa jolt and moan loudly, feeling some precum start to drip off the head.
"I want you to fuck me hard." It's so dirty and vulgar that Lexa can hardly believe it came from Clarke's lips.
Her alpha roars in response, shoving Clarke back down hard against the table. She grabs a fistful of blonde hair, tugging her head towards her face.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" Lexa says, lips hovering over Clarke's.
Clarke is whimpering and so fucking wet she just shakes her head causing Lexa to continue.
"Since the first time I saw you I wanted to take you on my thrown."
The mental image that enters Clarke's mind has her reeling, moaning "Lexa, please."
Lexa straddles Clarke, hitching her legs around Lexa's waist. Her anxious cock hovers just above Clarke's wet entrance. With a small nod from Clarke, she thrusts inside.
Clarke's nails begin to dig into Lexa's shoulder blades, wincing from the large evasion. Lexa stills above her, eyes fixed on Clarke waiting for the signal to move. When Clarke finally grants it, Lexa pulls out and thrusts back in sending them both moaning. She moves a stray lock of hair from Clarke's face, kissing her lightly before beginning to thrust hard into Clarke.
"Clarke, baby, you feel so good." Lexa says between thrusts.
Clarke bites her lip to keep from screaming because she's never felt so stretched and full in her life. Then again, she's never been with an Alpha let alone one as strong as Lexa. With each thrust she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Lexa licks her way up Clarke's neck, hovering over her scent gland. The enticing urge to just bite down hard and mate Clarke is overwhelming. She holds back but bites down above it, causing Clarke to thrust up into her and yell her name. Lexa grabs both breasts, squeezing them as she continues to thrust into Clarke with abandon. She feels herself get close, precum already entering Clarke's womb.
The knot begins to form at the base of her head and it takes everything in Lexa not to sink her teeth into Clarke for good this time. Lexa unashamedly begins to rut into Clarke, and Clarke starts to come. She clenches around Lexa's shaft, eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy. Her back arches and her body trembles as she screams Lexa's name like it's a choir symphony.
Feeling Clarke come around her, Lexa gives a few sputtering thrusts before she spills herself inside Clarke. It feels like a giant waterfall being released inside Clarke's womb and she pumps as much as she can out of her throbbing hard cock. Clarke is absolutely mewling beneath her.
Lexa's knot pushes at Clarke's entrance, ready to split her open and with little hesitancy Lexa pushes it inside her lover. Clarke shakes beneath her, back arching and Lexa clamps down on a nipple to keep herself from screaming as more cum gushes out from them tying together.
Lexa rests her body on top of Clarke's, head on her chest. She knows they will be tied for awhile as she traces circles on Clarke's bare skin.
"I love you, Clarke." Lexa says, baring her heart and soul, eyes softening as she looks down at Clarke.
Clarke smiles that electric smile of hers at Lexa and whispers, "I love you too, Lexa."
Clarke wakes up feeling loved and content, unaware of the heartbreak about to befall her. Lexa leads her people into battle that evening and Clarke leads hers.
They are a magnetic power duo that cannot be beat and Clarke takes comfort in that as she heads towards the mountain with Lexa by her side.
She feels anxious and concerned when Lexa disappears from her side, unable to be found. Clarke starts to wonder what the hold up is until Lexa appears, regal and powerful as ever. Cane is by her side and Clarke can't shake the invisible hand around her throat at his sighting. That's when Lexa speaks, shattering her world.
The words tumbling out of her mouth make Clarke go numb, barely making out the "I made this choice with my head and not my heart" that comes from Lexa.
She stands tall, eyes devoid of all emotion as she metaphorically drives the knife through Clarke's heart. She doesn't remember her dad's death hurting as bad as this.
Lexa, as stoic as ever says, "May we meet again."
Clarke can only try to hold back the sobs, catching a faint glimpse of Lexa holding in her own. Lexa turns her back on Clarke just like that and walks away, leaving her lover to an unknown fate.
After standing there for what feels like a century, Clarke gathers her thoughts and enters the mountain ready to save her people. Bellamy is at her side this time and they make the impossible decision of pulling that lever condemning the whole community inside to a wicked fate. The smell of burnt flesh is something she doesn't think she will ever forget.
Bellamy, her ever loyal lap dog, does his best to entice her to come back home as Clarke stands outside its gates. Her feet feel rooted to the ground and she doesn't dare enter even with much persuasion from Bellamy. This is goodbye and he knows it. She knows it.
She embraces him, arms tightening around his large frame as she whispers "May we meet again."
Just as quickly as Clarke was there, she's gone, fading into the forest and the deep vast unknown that comes with it.