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Clarke Griffin arches her back from the mattress as the full lips attached to her neck and the two fingers pumping in her hit all the spots that know how to make her cum, hard. She moans out, not caring that they were still in the dorms and people were still awake or just falling asleep. She couldn’t give two fucks about other people hearing them when it feels this good.
Once the high of multiple orgasms begins to wear off for the both of them, Clarke watches as Lexa Woods saunters to her mini fridge, still naked, grabbing a bottle of water. Clarke knows that’s her cue to begin to get redressed. The last time they had met up, Lexa had lingered in bed with her, cuddled her, and now she’s making it clear that that will not be happening tonight.
It's starting to become a pattern with her. One second Clarke thinks Lexa may actually deeply care for her, then the next time it’s different. She’s still conflicted herself on which one she prefers when it comes to Lexa Woods. Being fucked to oblivion then kicked out or being fucked softly and lingering.
They’ve been doing this dance for the last eight months. Since the beginning of the school year.
Clarke watches as she grabs her phone, reading through some texts. Clarke can imagine what the texts are for. How they met wasn’t totally conventional. Clarke, Raven, and Octavia had gone to a party at the beginning of the school year. Clarke, still reeling from the death of her father from cancer at the beginning of the summer and then finding out her boyfriend, Finn Collins, was actively cheating on her the whole time, she was not doing her best. Raven had begun seeing Anya, who is a year ahead of them, and Lexa’s best friend. Raven had suggested they do MDMA or molly, try to get Clarke’s mind off of things, Anya had given Lexa’s number.
She remembers the three of them going to meet Lexa out in her car. Clarke sitting with Octavia in the backseat as she dealed them molly. Clarke remembers watching her dexterous hands hand off the baggie of pills and swap money with Raven. How she caught her intense green eyes in the rearview, them lingering on her.
The next evening, Clarke began having a panic attack, something she had never fully experienced before. Clarke knew she needed something, anything to calm her down. Octavia suggested contacting Lexa. Raven and she had forced Lexa to bring her a Xanax that moment and when she came, she was delicate with Clarke. She showed her a technique, touching her skin with her index and middle fingers, gently tapping on Clarke’s wrist to help calm her down. Clarke has found herself doing this a lot more often than she’d like to admit.
From there, it was like they were seeing each other everywhere. She wonders if Lexa had always been around, and she just didn’t notice. But when she sees Lexa, standing with her impossibly long legs, tamed curly hair, a pout that people pay very good money to achieve, verdant eyes against sun kissed skin, she knows she would have noticed her. Maybe would have been the one to cheat first in her relationship with Finn if Lexa were around.
And then the first proposition was bold. Lexa had met up with them at some party and somehow, they had been left alone together.
“You seem like you’re having a lot of fun.” Clarke had said sarcastically. Lexa smirked and shrugged.
“Not so bad. I usually try to avoid shit like this though, I will admit.” Lexa said.
“Not into the social aspects of college?” Clarke questioned. Lexa shook her head.
“No. I don’t really do relationships in general.” Lexa had told her, staring at Clarke.
“Why not?” Clarke had foolishly asked. But Lexa was straightforward, minced no words.
“At least not at this point in my life. We’re here for a few years, it’s all pretty temporary. I’m not trying to get close to people I’m never going to see again after I leave.” It was blunt and Clarke doesn’t know why but she wished she did, and so she challenged her.
“So, what you’re just abstinent?” Clarke had said and Lexa had given her an easy laugh.
“No, I have sex. Everyone needs to have sex.” The way she had been looking at her, it was making Clarke’s stomach swoop, a low warmth deep inside wanting to break free.
“You just find girls who don’t feel anything?” Clarke pressed. Lexa had then stepped closer to her, getting into her space.
“Why? You want me to fuck you?” It was now out on the table, and Clarke could not deny that that was exactly what she wanted from her. They would leave that party walking out together, back to Lexa’s single dorm room. She didn’t kiss her until they were inside; a mess of tongues, shedding clothing, and when Lexa had entered her with those dexterous fingers, Clarke had figured out what addiction was.
Now it was eight months later, Lexa being the only person she’s been consistently fucking all year, and if she’s honest with herself, the only person she’s fucked all year. In the last three months though, something had shifted between them, which is now causing the hot and cold reactions from Lexa in the aftermath of their encounters.
Lexa had begun opening up to her, and Clarke had begun doing the same. It was small conversations at first. Lexa passively mentioning growing up in foster care and group homes, Clarke passively mentioning the loss of her father. It grew from there. Lexa telling Clarke about the abuses she endured and also helped stopped, the reasons why she was pre-law, ironic since she was dealing drugs on the side which was not lost on Lexa. But it was helping pay for her schooling, affording her things she couldn’t before. Clarke had told her about the strain in her and her mother’s relationship, how much she misses her dad. She had cried once when telling her, and Lexa had delicately kissed away her tears, it was one of the more intimate moments she’s had in her life thus far. She’d hold her after these moments, Clarke doing the same when she became vulnerable. But then the next time they’d get together, it would be hasty and quick, Lexa giving Clarke some excuse of having an exam the next morning or needing to go make a deal across campus.
She watches her type something in her phone, still freely naked. Clarke moves from the bed, going to grab her clothes. Lexa sets her phone down on the countertop, looking at Clarke curiously.
“You have somewhere to be?” Lexa asks as Clarke puts her t-shirt back on. Clarke looks up to her.
“No, I just figured- “She lets the words die on her tongue, not really sure what to do now. Lexa begins to walk back over to her, Clarke still sitting on the edge of the bed. She hands Clarke the water bottle.
“You can stay, if you want.” Lexa tells her. Clarke isn’t sure what to do with this, Lexa has never voiced that Clarke can stay. She takes the water bottle and takes a sip as Lexa flops back onto the bed, watching Clarke.
“We don’t really do this, Lex.” Clarke boldly states. The nickname falling from her lips easy. Lexa is now rubbing her fingertips down Clarke’s covered back, making her shiver pleasantly.
“We kinda do, you know.” Lexa admits. Clarke stares at her, feeling like this may be a trap. Like if she gives in, tomorrow Lexa will disappear. Will have been an eight-month hallucination built out of grief and loneliness. Lexa must sense her slight unease because she scoots closer to Clarke, gently moving her hands to Clarke’s face, her thumbs rubbing circles on her cheeks as she kisses her. Clarke finding herself moving her hands to hold herself anchored to Lexa’s wrists. Her fingertips rubbing her wrists gently as she kisses her long.
When she pulls away, it’s just enough to look into her eyes. “Despite my best efforts Clarke, I like you.”
Clarke feels her heart rate pick up at the confession, the feelings she’s been repressing when it comes to Lexa coming to the surface. She searches her eyes, wondering if she’s just lying to her, a new little game she’s decided to try. But then she remembers Lexa has always been nothing but honest to her. Straightforward.
“I like you too.” She finds herself whispering to her. Lexa seemingly mirrors Clarke’s previous actions, searching her eyes, Clarke afraid she will see the lie in them. Because she doesn’t just like her, she loves her. If Lexa sees the lie, she doesn’t show it, just pulling her back in towards her lips once again, guiding Clarke back into the bed, their tongues dancing around each other’s as Clarke removes the t-shirt she had just put on and positioning herself back on top of Lexa.
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Lexa offers herself as a virgin sacrificial bride to vampire Clarke 👀 She wants Clarke to make her bleed twice in her bedroom, the first when she bites and feeds from her, the second when she fucks and takes her virginity
The daughter of the village priest is offered no freedom.
The daughter of the village priest is soft spoken and and devoted.
The daughter of the village priest must waver any carnal desire and impure sinful thought her mind conjures.
The daughter of the village priest has dreams of a creature of the night taking her away from it all.
The daughter of the village priest has offered herself as sacrificed to end the reign of terror that has befallen on their town.
The daughter of the village priest wears pure white as she is taken to the doors of the church, looking back before the heavy doors are closed one last time, nodding solemnly as a goodbye to her father and the rest of the terrified faces that she has crossed everyday since she came to be.
The creature of the night appears in black smoke the moment the night sky turns black. She wears a cape that reveals little of herself. There is no need, she has revealed herself in dreams.
The creature of the night approaches her with purpose, brushing a strand of brown hair away from her offers neck, revealing sun tanned skin, pure, unbroken, and asks "Who are you that offers herself to me so willingly?"
The daughter of the village priest's lips part, and between the pillow redness of them a whisper parts, confident, desiring "Lexa."
The creature of the night smirks at her and opens the dark cape, enveloping both black and white in smoke, "Tonight you are my bride, forevermore you shall be my wife."
Lexa feels the softness of the bed underneath her, the coldness of a hand on her skin. Lexa has not yet taken a good look at her face but she finds herself enamored and willingly obsessed with her already.
The creature presses her lips against the softness of her bride's neck, not yet breaking skin, preparing the supple flesh for it, eliciting soft moans from a woman who has never felt such tender touch, cold hands agaisnt warm skin before she carefully helps Lexa lay on the bed.
Lexa's green eyes follow the creature's movements, graceful and agile around her, before she fully climbs on top of Lexa’s body and the softess of the candlelight illuminates the face of a young woman much like herself. Pale skin Lexa is sure once adorned blushing cheeks and piercing frozen blue eyes that once held the warmth of the room stare her down as if she is the only drop of water in the desert. With courage of the world, she whispers "what is your name?"
The creature's eyes take a softer expression, the vampiric animals stepping back and the young woman taking center stage "It has been centuries since I have said it loud."
"Then let your bride know so she can whisper it."
The creature captures Lexa’s lips in her own, a gasp following the surprise of Lexa’s first kiss before she melts into the desperation of it. She feels the lace of her dress pulled up, the cold of room hitting her skin instantly. The top of her dress is nearly ripped apart to expose her chest and she feels sharp fangs drag against her hard nipples, causing a moan to ripple through her chest. The room spins around Lexa and she searches desperately for a stable archer and she finds it around the creature's neck, her hand finding nothing but skin, unaware of the nakedness of the body above her, realizing then it is not the room that is cold but the skin that touches her.
The creature places herself at Lexa's entrance and she is shocked at the realization that the tip of a member presses against her entrance, ever so gently opening her up. A similar feeling repeats at the base of her neck where Lexa feels two piercing white fangs pressing on her skin.
The creature paused and whispers "Clarke, my name is Clarke."
Lexa has but a moment to internalize the name before pain washes over her and she sees red, a moaned scream existing her as the coldness of the member enter her warm body, sending a sharp pain that melts into pleasure, followed by a pain that stays, sharp against her pulse as she feels her heart slowly stop beating without conscienceness leaving her, "Clarke!"
Creature and bride lay in bed. Lexa’s head agaisnt the stillness of her new wife's chest, the fullness of it offering the perfect pillow to rest her mind. Her white dress is tainted red both at the bottom and the top, but Clarke has promised her that is the last time she shall bleed from either.
The daughter of the village priest is offered the entire world to explore.
The daughter of the village priest is given the space to speak her mind, every thought that crosses her mind eager to be heard
The daughter of the village priest desires and yearns every carnal moment she is allowed, begs and demands it and is given pleasure without a second thought, every whim and perverted desire answered with enthusiasm.
The daughter of the village priest if virginal no longer.
The daughter of the village priest is now a wife of a creature that will slay her entire village to see her smile.
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Anything new bouncing around your head for your lonely cove au? It's cold and foggy where I am and it's giving the vibe
It is very windy and rainy here today so we are definitely in the right vibe for lonely cove here too 🙂↕️
(Also I did a very rough island map if you guys wanna see, let me know, I might need to do some adjustments to it)
Clarke's first storm on the island.
Now everyone in the island is used to heavy rains and dulls skies. Its part of living here. Waves as big as houses crashing against the cliffs, the desperate calls of seaguls warning of worse weather ahead.
At this point Clarke has lived through a big storm out at sea, she has feared for her life on a massive ship as it swayed on open see, waves bringing it up and down again. She knows what being in the eye of the storm means.
A storm in the island however... it feels like watching nature out on a show. From Lexa’s open bedroom window, the fire cackling behind her, a massive blanket around her and tea in hand, Clarke marvels at the spectacle in front of her. And then, at the marvel beside her. Wearing nothing but Clarke knitted sweater and warm socks, Lexa’s hair blow softly with the wind outside.
You see, Clarke was raised in the city life. Sometimes she fears she looks it far too much for this small island folk, who treat her kindly but always with the assumption she knows nothing of what she is being told. Lexa however... she looks every bit the island she calls home. She is the lighthouse Clarke looks forward to in the fog of months at sea, the warmth of the fireplace, the constant of a town who seems some times stuck, so little changing in the past 6 years. And at the same time, she is the storm outside. Her eyes, the same sea foam green the ocean turns, her hair free and sea salt coated. She is the wind, the wave and the strength of mother nature herself, and no matter how hard Clarke tries, it seems she will never be able to catch her, always fleeting after too little time together.
"You're staring." Lexa looks ahead. She does not smile but her face is serenity agaisnt the strength of the storm outside. This is her peace.
When a response does not come, Clarke places her mug on the windowsill, arm quickly pulling Lexa towards her. Her lips taste like the ferocity of sea water and the calmness of chamomile and honey.
With the storm raging behind her, Clarke is deliberate with her tongue, her stripped knitted shirt raised above Lexa’s chest as she kneads the softness of her breasts, her heavy breathing missing with the whistles of the wind outside, Clarke's tongue moving at the rhythm of the waves, Lexa looking down at her in the low light of the morning and the candles burning beside them.
Clarke may not be able to catch a storm with her bare hands, but as Lexa comes undone underneath her with the clash of a wave that reaches just below the window, she feels as if this is the closest she'll ever come to tasting it and holding it for just a moment.
You said something about a map of the lonely cove island 👀
Also thank you for that snippet!! It's the exact feeling I was looking for and it was so, so beautiful
Thank you, I am so glad you liked it 🥰
Here is the map!
If anyone has any more "realisitc" ideas for it, let me know. I went based off vibes really! But I wanted to have an idea of what the Island looked like so I'm not going in blind as I write!
The island in the summer actually has some popularity for their small beach alongside some camping - which means Lexa might also give the odd guided your of the lighthouse, although its rare and although historic, the lighthouse doesn't have a whole lot to offer for the history thrill seeking 😅
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