Kapitel 2: Day 2: Strap-On
Day 2: Strap-On
Lexa stood by the bed, her posture unusually stiff, her arms crossed over her chest as her eyes followed Clarke's every movement. Clarke was at the foot of the bed, adjusting the harness around her hips, her hands steady, but she could feel the weight of Lexa's gaze on her, could sense the uncharacteristic unease radiating from her.
When Clarke finally finished, she looked up at Lexa, her heart pounding in her chest. Lexa's expression was guarded, her face carefully neutral, but Clarke knew her well enough to see past the mask. There was a flicker of something in Lexa's eyes — something vulnerable, almost anxious.
"Are you sure about this?" Clarke asked softly, her voice gentle as she approached Lexa. She didn't want to push her, didn't want to do anything Lexa wasn't ready for. "We don't have to—"
"I'm sure," Lexa interrupted, though her voice was quieter than usual, lacking its usual edge of command. "I trust you."
Clarke's heart swelled at Lexa's words, but she could still see the tension in Lexa's body, the way her hands flexed at her sides, as though she wasn't sure what to do with them. Lexa was always in control — always the one leading, guiding, commanding — and Clarke knew that giving up that control, even in moments like this, wasn't easy for her.
Clarke reached out, her hand gently brushing against Lexa's arm, her fingers trailing up to her shoulder. "We don't have to rush," Clarke said softly, her voice soothing. "We can take our time."
Lexa's eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a moment, Clarke wasn't sure if she would go through with it. But then, slowly, Lexa nodded, her body relaxing ever so slightly under Clarke's touch.
"I want this," Lexa whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "I want to give this to you."
Clarke's chest tightened with emotion, and she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Lexa's lips, a silent promise of trust and love. Lexa kissed her back, her lips soft and hesitant, but there was a flicker of hunger beneath the surface, a reminder of how much she wanted this too, despite her reservations.
When Clarke pulled back, she took Lexa's hand in hers, guiding her to the bed. Lexa followed without protest, her eyes never leaving Clarke's. Clarke could feel the tension in her, the way her muscles were coiled tight, as though she was holding herself back. Clarke wanted to ease that tension, wanted to show Lexa that she could let go, that she could be vulnerable here, with her.
"Lie down," Clarke murmured, her voice gentle as she gestured to the bed.
Lexa hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the harness around Clarke's hips, then back to her face. There was a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze, but she pushed it aside, taking a deep breath before lying back on the bed.
Clarke watched her for a moment, her heart racing as she took in the sight of Lexa stretched out beneath her, her body tense with anticipation. This wasn't just about physical intimacy — it was about trust, about letting go of the control that Lexa clung to so tightly in every aspect of her life. Clarke understood the weight of that, and she wasn't going to take it lightly.
Clarke climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Lexa's legs, her hands resting gently on Lexa's thighs. She could feel the heat radiating off of her, could see the way Lexa's chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. There was a vulnerability in Lexa's eyes that Clarke had rarely seen, and it made her heart ache with the depth of the trust Lexa was placing in her.
"You're in control here too," Clarke whispered, her hands gently squeezing Lexa's thighs. "If you want me to stop, if you need anything, just tell me."
Lexa's eyes softened at Clarke's words, and she nodded, her hand reaching out to rest on Clarke's arm. "I trust you," she repeated, her voice steady this time, though there was still a hint of nervousness beneath the surface.
Clarke smiled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the inside of Lexa's thigh, her lips lingering against the soft skin there. Lexa shivered beneath her touch, her body relaxing just a little more as Clarke's lips trailed higher, teasing but not rushing.
Clarke moved slowly, her hands gently parting Lexa's thighs as she positioned herself between them. She could feel the tension in Lexa's body, the way she was trying to relax but still holding on to some of that control. Clarke wanted to ease her into it, wanted to make sure Lexa knew she was safe, that she could let go here.
When Clarke finally lined the strap against Lexa's entrance, she paused, her eyes flicking up to meet Lexa's. "Ready?" she asked softly, her voice filled with care.
Lexa's breath hitched, her eyes dark with anticipation as she nodded. "Yes."
Clarke moved slowly, pressing the tip of the strap inside Lexa with careful, deliberate movements. Lexa's body tensed for a moment, her breath catching in her throat, but Clarke's hands were steady, her touch gentle as she guided the toy into her inch by inch.
Lexa's eyes fluttered shut, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as Clarke filled her. There was a quiet vulnerability in the way Lexa's body reacted, the way her muscles tensed and then slowly relaxed as Clarke moved inside her. It was new, unfamiliar, and Clarke could see the way Lexa's mind was racing, trying to adjust to the new sensation.
"You're doing so well," Clarke murmured, her voice soft and soothing as she pressed a kiss to Lexa's knee. "Just breathe."
Lexa's eyes opened, and she nodded, her breath steadying as Clarke finally bottomed out inside her. Clarke stilled for a moment, letting Lexa adjust to the fullness, her hands resting gently on Lexa's thighs as she waited for her to relax.
Lexa's chest heaved with each breath, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her as she tried to ground herself. There was a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze, but when she looked up at Clarke, there was trust there too. Lexa was giving herself over to Clarke in a way she had never done before, and Clarke could feel the weight of that trust settling between them.
"How do you feel?" Clarke asked softly, her hands gently massaging Lexa's thighs as she waited for Lexa's response.
Lexa took a deep breath, her body relaxing a little more as she nodded. "It's... different," she admitted, her voice a little shaky but filled with honesty. "But it feels good."
Clarke smiled, her heart swelling with affection for Lexa. "Tell me if you need me to stop," she reminded her, her voice soft but firm.
Lexa nodded again, her eyes meeting Clarke's as she gave a small, reassuring smile. "I will," she promised.
Clarke began to move then, slow, deliberate thrusts that were gentle enough for Lexa to adjust to the sensation but firm enough to make her feel it. Lexa's breath hitched, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxed into the rhythm, her hips shifting slightly to meet Clarke's movements.
Clarke watched her closely, her hands steady on Lexa's hips as she moved inside her, her heart racing with the intimacy of the moment. Lexa's eyes were half-lidded, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Clarke thrust into her, slow and steady, building a rhythm that was as much about trust as it was about pleasure.
But as the moments passed, Lexa's body began to relax more, her muscles loosening as she adjusted to the sensation. Clarke could see the tension melting away from her, the flicker of anxiety fading from her eyes as she let go of the control she had been holding onto.
Clarke could feel the subtle shift in Lexa's body as the tension eased. Her breathing steadied, and the flickers of anxiety began to fade. Clarke took this as a signal to deepen her movements, her thrusts still slow but firmer now, ensuring Lexa could feel the fullness, the pressure building between them.
Lexa's head fell back against the pillow, her lips parting as a soft moan escaped her. Clarke's heart raced at the sound — it was rare to hear Lexa like this, so vulnerable, so raw. Clarke's hands tightened on Lexa's hips, guiding her movements as she rocked into her, the rhythm picking up just slightly.
"That's it," Clarke murmured, her voice soft but filled with encouragement. "Just let go, Lexa. I've got you."
Lexa's breath hitched at Clarke's words, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her as her hips moved in time with Clarke's thrusts. She was opening up to the sensation, her body beginning to respond, and Clarke could feel the shift in her energy — the way Lexa's guard was slowly coming down, piece by piece.
Clarke's hands slid up Lexa's body, fingers brushing over her ribs, then moving higher to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her tunic. Lexa moaned softly as Clarke's thumbs brushed over her nipples, the gentle pressure adding to the mounting pleasure. Clarke's hips moved steadily, driving into Lexa with more confidence now, the pace quickening as she felt Lexa's body relax further.
"You feel so good," Clarke whispered, her voice low and full of warmth as her hands continued to explore Lexa's body, fingers teasing her sensitive skin. "You're doing so well."
Lexa let out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering open to meet Clarke's gaze. There was something vulnerable in her eyes, a quiet acknowledgment of the trust she was placing in Clarke tonight, but there was also something else. A hunger, a need that was building with every thrust.
"Faster," Lexa whispered, her voice shaky but filled with desire.
Clarke smiled softly, her hands tightening on Lexa's hips as she picked up the pace, her thrusts becoming faster, deeper. Lexa gasped, her body arching off the bed as the new rhythm pushed her closer to the edge, her muscles clenching around the strap as Clarke moved inside her.
"You like that?" Clarke asked, her voice breathless as she watched Lexa's body react to the new pace, her hips rocking up to meet Clarke's every thrust.
Lexa moaned, her head tilting back against the pillow, her fingers gripping the sheets tighter. "Yes," she gasped, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts. "Don't stop."
Clarke's heart pounded in her chest, her body moving instinctively now, thrusting harder and faster into Lexa as her own desire grew. She loved the way Lexa looked beneath her, the way her normally stoic, controlled demeanor had crumbled, leaving her open, exposed, and utterly vulnerable.
Clarke leaned down, her lips brushing against Lexa's neck as she continued to thrust into her, the rhythm relentless now. "You're so beautiful like this," Clarke whispered, her breath warm against Lexa's skin. "I love watching you fall apart."
Lexa moaned softly, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. Clarke's hands moved to grip Lexa's thighs, holding her in place as she drove into her, the pressure building between them.
Clarke could see the flush spreading across Lexa's chest, the sheen of sweat on her skin as her body responded to the relentless pace. It was intoxicating, seeing Lexa like this — so vulnerable, so needy, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Clarke pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
Clarke's thumb slid down, brushing over Lexa's clit in a gentle, teasing circle. Lexa's body jolted at the touch, a soft cry escaping her lips as her hips bucked up, seeking more.
"Clarke—" Lexa gasped, her voice shaking as her body trembled beneath Clarke's touch. "I— I'm so close."
Clarke's heart raced at Lexa's words, and she pressed her thumb harder against Lexa's clit, rubbing in tight, controlled circles as her thrusts became deeper, faster. Lexa's body arched off the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built to an unbearable intensity.
"Let go," Clarke whispered, her voice filled with encouragement as she pressed harder, her fingers gripping Lexa's thigh tightly. "Come for me, Lexa."
Lexa's breath hitched, her body tensing as the orgasm ripped through her, her muscles clenching around Clarke as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Clarke didn't stop, her hips still moving, her thumb still rubbing Lexa's clit, drawing out the orgasm as Lexa cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Clarke slowed her movements, her thrusts becoming gentler as Lexa's body relaxed, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as the aftershocks of the orgasm rippled through her. Clarke leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Lexa's lips as she stilled inside her, her hands soothing over Lexa's trembling body.
"You did so well," Clarke murmured against Lexa's lips, her voice soft and filled with affection. "You're incredible."
Lexa's breath was shaky, her eyes fluttering open as she gazed up at Clarke, a soft, tired smile playing on her lips. There was a quiet vulnerability in her expression, a look that Clarke had only seen in moments like this — moments when Lexa allowed herself to be completely open, completely exposed.
Clarke gently pulled out, her hands soothing over Lexa's body as she shifted, lying down beside her. Lexa turned toward Clarke, her body curling into her as her breath steadied, her muscles still trembling from the intensity of the release.
Clarke wrapped her arms around Lexa, pulling her close as they lay together in the quiet, the tension that had filled the room earlier now replaced with a warm, comforting intimacy. Lexa's head rested against Clarke's chest, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on Clarke's skin as she sighed softly, her body finally relaxing completely.
"Thank you," Lexa whispered, her voice soft but filled with meaning as she pressed a kiss to Clarke's collarbone.
Clarke smiled, her fingers gently stroking Lexa's hair as she held her close. "I love you," she whispered, her voice full of affection and warmth.
Lexa didn't respond with words, but her body pressed closer to Clarke's, her arms wrapping tightly around her in silent acknowledgment of the trust, the love, that flowed between them.
For Lexa, relinquishing control wasn't easy, but with Clarke, it was always worth it.
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