Ramasuri
Chapter 7
Their lovemaking isn’t sweet and gentle. It’s not even all that loving. It’s desperate, rough, and dirty. Clarke clings to Lexa just like Lexa clings to Clarke, fingers digging into backs, thighs, pushing and pulling urgently, thrusting hard and without mercy. They’re sweating and panting, focused on one thing alone, moaning into each other’s mouths because they can’t stop wanting to devour each other. They aren’t careful. They’re not taking their time with each other. Instead, they’re desperate for a release. Holding on like ships in a storm, trying not to sink, they do not want to allow the other to slip away. Lexa climaxes first and with a scream, her whole body convulsing, and she drags Clarke with her into a violent orgasm, limbs and hips thrashing against each other. It leaves Clarke drained and exhausted, her mind swept clean, not a single thought tumbling around in it. She lies panting next to Lexa and wipes the sweat from her upper lip and her chest. Her nerves are buzzing like a swarm of bees. She’s sticky and hot and she still feels Lexa everywhere.
This is glorious in its own way because they’ve proven they’re still alive, their hearts still beating. Undefeated. Breathing comes a little easier. They probably needed this. To lose their words, to forget about the pain, to have nothing else matter. Nothing but a good…
“Fuck,” Lexa groans, turning onto her side to look at Clarke. Her face is flushed and there are tiny beads of sweat on her forehead and her nose. She wipes at it before putting her head down on the pillow. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Clarke says, moving her weakened body so she can turn as well. Now they’re facing each other. “Are you?”
“I guess…yeah…no. Not really. But I didn’t expect to be.”
“Guess it doesn’t work like that,” Clarke agrees. “Instant solution to all your problems. Just have some sexy times.”
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