Chapitre 10: Day 10: Strap-On/Period Sex
Day 10: Strap-On/Period Sex
Clarke winced slightly, a dull ache in her lower abdomen reminding her of the cycle that had begun the night before. She had barely said anything to Lexa about it, thinking it was something she could just push through. But Lexa always noticed. It was impossible to hide anything from her, especially when Clarke's body was more tense than usual, her movements just a little slower.
"Clarke," Lexa said softly, breaking through the quiet as her hand rested gently on Clarke's lower back. Clarke turned to meet her eyes, knowing that Lexa had noticed the change in her before Clarke had even mentioned it.
Lexa's gaze was calm, patient, a quiet understanding in her eyes as she read the subtle discomfort on Clarke's face. "You should have told me."
Clarke sighed, her shoulders relaxing under Lexa's touch. "I didn't want to make a big deal out of it," she admitted, a small, sheepish smile tugging at her lips. "It's just my period, Lexa. I'm fine."
Lexa's brow furrowed slightly, her thumb tracing soft circles against Clarke's lower back. "If it matters to you, it matters to me," Lexa said gently, her voice full of sincerity. "I don't want you to hide how you feel."
Clarke felt her heart swell at Lexa's words, the tenderness in her voice always managing to soothe her in ways she hadn't expected. She had always been able to be strong with Lexa, but it was moments like this, when Lexa reminded her that she didn't always have to be, that made Clarke fall deeper every time.
"I didn't think you'd want to—" Clarke started, her cheeks flushing slightly as she considered the intimacy they often shared, wondering if Lexa would even want her like this.
Lexa shook her head, her hand slipping from Clarke's back to gently cup her face, her thumb brushing softly along Clarke's cheek. "I want you," Lexa whispered, her eyes locking onto Clarke's with an intensity that sent warmth through her chest. "Whenever, however. That doesn't change just because your body is going through this."
Clarke's breath hitched slightly, her body relaxing into Lexa's touch. There was something so grounding about Lexa's presence, the way she could make Clarke feel like she was safe, loved, no matter what else was happening around them. And now, even with her body aching, even with the quiet discomfort of her period weighing on her, Lexa made her feel beautiful.
"I don't want you to feel like you have to pretend around me," Lexa continued, her voice soft but filled with quiet determination. "If you need softness today, I will give it to you."
Clarke smiled, the warmth of Lexa's words melting away the last traces of her hesitation. She didn't have to hide how she felt, and that made her want to be vulnerable in this moment. "I do need that," Clarke admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Lexa nodded, her expression softening as her hands slipped down to Clarke's hips, guiding her gently. There was no urgency in her movements, no demand for anything more than what Clarke was willing to give. It was something Clarke had always appreciated about Lexa — her ability to read Clarke's emotions, her understanding of when Clarke needed intensity and when she needed tenderness.
Lexa's fingers brushed against the hem of Clarke's shirt, her movements soft and delicate as she helped Clarke undress, her touch reverent. Clarke's skin tingled under Lexa's fingertips, the gentle caresses sending waves of comfort and warmth through her body. Each touch felt like a promise — one that said Lexa would always care for her, no matter the situation.
As Clarke's body was slowly revealed, Lexa's eyes never left hers, her gaze filled with nothing but love and devotion. There was no rush, no pressure. Just the quiet understanding between them, the deep bond that made Clarke feel like she could be exactly who she was in this moment, without needing to hide anything.
Clarke sighed softly as Lexa's hands trailed over her stomach, her touch gentle as her fingers brushed over the slight bloating caused by Clarke's period. Clarke's body ached, but Lexa's touch was soothing, grounding her in the present moment, reminding her that this was okay — that she didn't have to be strong all the time.
"Are you sure?" Lexa asked, her voice barely above a whisper as her hands stilled, her gaze searching Clarke's face for any sign of hesitation. "We can stop anytime. Just tell me what you need."
Clarke smiled, her heart swelling at the care and consideration in Lexa's voice. "I'm sure," she whispered, her fingers brushing softly against Lexa's cheek. "I want this. I want you."
Lexa nodded, her hands steady as she undressed herself, her movements slow and careful, never breaking the soft connection between them. Clarke watched her, her breath hitching slightly as Lexa's clothes fell away, revealing the smooth, lean muscles that had always captivated Clarke's attention. There was something so intimate about watching Lexa in these moments, the quiet strength in her body matched only by the tenderness in her eyes.
As Lexa stood before her, fully bare, Clarke felt the warmth between them grow stronger. There was no rush, no urgency, just the quiet intimacy that had always been the foundation of their relationship. Clarke reached out, her fingers brushing softly against Lexa's arm, feeling the tension ease from her body as Lexa leaned into her touch.
"Do you want the strap-on?" Lexa asked gently, her voice soft, careful. Clarke could hear the concern in her tone, the quiet check-in that Lexa always made sure to do.
Clarke nodded, her breath steady as she met Lexa's eyes. "I do," she said, her voice steady but filled with longing. "I want more than just your fingers tonight."
Lexa's brow furrowed slightly, her hand slipping down to rest on Clarke's thigh as she spoke. "We don't have to use the strap. I can use my fingers, Clarke. I don't want to hurt you."
Clarke smiled softly, her hand reaching up to cup Lexa's face, her thumb brushing along the curve of her cheek. "I know you don't," Clarke whispered, her voice filled with love and trust. "But I can handle it. The extra wetness from my period… I can take something bigger. I want to feel you, Lexa. All of you."
Lexa's eyes searched Clarke's face, her expression softening as she saw the trust, the confidence in Clarke's words. There was always a quiet strength between them, a mutual understanding that neither of them needed to hide. Clarke's body, though aching from her period, was still eager for Lexa's touch, still craving the connection that only Lexa could give her.
"Okay," Lexa whispered, her voice filled with both care and desire as she nodded. "If you're sure."
"I'm sure," Clarke said, her voice firm but loving as she gazed up at Lexa, her body already relaxing in anticipation.
With easy movements, Lexa reached for the strap-on, securing the harness around her hips with practiced ease. Clarke's breath hitched slightly as she watched, her body tingling with anticipation as the thick, smooth length of the strap-on jutted out, the sight of it making her pulse quicken.
Lexa knelt between Clarke's legs, her hands warm and soft as they caressed Clarke's thighs, her touch careful and measured, always checking in without needing to speak. Clarke's heart swelled with love for the woman before her, the quiet care and devotion that Lexa showed in every moment making Clarke feel safe, cherished.
As Heda positioned herself, the tip of the strap-on pressing gently against the younger girl's entrance, she paused, her eyes flicking up to meet Clarke's gaze once more. "Tell me if it's too much," Lexa whispered, her voice barely above a breath, filled with concern and tenderness.
Clarke nodded, her breath coming in slow, steady bursts as she whispered back, "I will."
Lexa moved slowly, her hands never leaving Clarke's body as she gently pushed forward, the tip of the strap-on sliding into Clarke's slick, wet heat. Clarke's breath hitched, her body tensing slightly at the initial stretch, but the discomfort was fleeting, quickly replaced by the warm, soothing sensation of Lexa filling her.
"Is this okay?" Lexa asked softly, her voice a quiet murmur as her hands caressed Clarke's hips, her movements careful and measured.
Clarke nodded, her breath steady as she smiled up at Lexa. "It's perfect," she whispered, her body relaxing into the slow, gentle rhythm Lexa set. The fullness was exactly what she had needed, the thick length of the strap-on stretching her in a way that felt comforting, intimate.
Lexa moved with slow, careful thrusts, her body in perfect sync with Clarke's as she filled her, every movement filled with care and tenderness. Clarke's breath came in soft, quiet moans, her body responding to the steady rhythm, the dull ache of her period fading into the background as Lexa's touch consumed her.
Clarke's fingers reached up to grasp Lexa's forearms, her grip firm but gentle as she pulled Lexa closer, wanting to feel the warmth of her body pressed against her own. Lexa leaned down, her breath warm against Clarke's neck as she pressed soft kisses along her collarbone, her hips moving in slow, measured thrusts that sent waves of comfort and pleasure through Clarke's body.
"You're amazing," Clarke whispered, her voice breathless as her hands roamed over Lexa's back, feeling the smooth, lean muscles move beneath her fingertips.
Lexa smiled against Clarke's skin, her lips lingering against Clarke's neck as she whispered back, "So are you." The softness in her voice made Clarke's heart swell, but there was an unmistakable shift in the air as Lexa's movements became more intentional, her rhythm picking up just slightly, a subtle increase that sent a shiver through Clarke's body.
Lexa's hips moved with more purpose, the strap-on filling Clarke in a way that made her breath hitch, her body responding instantly to the change. Clarke's hands tightened on Lexa's back, her fingers gripping the lean muscles as the pleasure built, the dull ache in her abdomen replaced by a rising heat that spread through her body.
Lexa's hand slipped between their bodies, her fingers finding Clarke's clit with ease. She rubbed in quick, small circles, the pressure just enough to send jolts of pleasure through Clarke's trembling form. The combination of the fullness inside her and Lexa's skilled fingers on her clit was overwhelming, and Clarke's breath came in shallow, ragged bursts as she tried to keep up with the growing intensity.
"Lexa—" Clarke gasped, her voice breathless as she felt herself climbing higher, her body responding to Lexa's touch, to the way her hips moved in perfect rhythm with her fingers.
Lexa pressed a soft kiss to Clarke's neck, her voice a low murmur as she whispered, "Let go, Clarke. I've got you."
The words were all Clarke needed. Her body tensed, the heat building inside her until it finally snapped, sending a wave of pleasure crashing over her. Clarke cried out, her body arching against Lexa's as the orgasm tore through her, her muscles clenching around the strap-on as her hips rocked involuntarily, seeking more of the delicious friction.
Lexa's fingers never left her clit, her movements gentle but steady as she guided Clarke through her release, her other hand still holding Clarke close, anchoring her to the moment. Clarke's breath came in ragged sobs as the pleasure rolled over her in waves, her body trembling uncontrollably as Lexa's touch drew out every last bit of sensation.
When the intensity finally began to fade, Clarke collapsed against Lexa, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Lexa slowed her movements, her hand slipping away from Clarke's clit as her hips stilled, but she remained close, her body a warm, steady presence that kept Clarke grounded.
"That was… perfect," Clarke whispered, her voice shaky but filled with quiet awe as she pressed her forehead against Lexa's shoulder, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her release.
Lexa smiled softly, her hand brushing through Clarke's hair as she whispered back, "I'm glad."
For a long moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, the soft glow of their intimacy wrapping around them like a protective shield. Clarke's heart swelled with love, the deep bond between them feeling stronger than ever in the quiet aftermath of their shared moment.
Clarke shifted slightly, her breath evening out as she pulled back just enough to look into Lexa's eyes. "Can I take care of you now?" Clarke asked, her voice soft but filled with a quiet determination to return the love Lexa had just given her.
But Lexa shook her head, her smile warm and filled with affection as she gently cupped Clarke's face in her hands. "Not tonight," she whispered, her voice soft but firm. "Tonight is about you. I just want to make sure you feel loved and cared for."
Clarke's breath hitched at the sincerity in Lexa's voice, her heart swelling with gratitude for the woman who had always put her needs first. There was no pressure, no expectation — just Lexa's unwavering love and devotion, the quiet care that made Clarke feel cherished in a way she had never known before.
"Okay," Clarke whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she smiled up at Lexa, her heart full. "But you know I'll get you back later."
Lexa chuckled softly, her thumb brushing gently over Clarke's cheek as she leaned down, her breath warm and steady against Clarke's lips. When their lips finally met, it was slow, tender — the kind of kiss that held all the unspoken emotions they didn't need to voice. Lexa kissed her gently at first, her lips warm and soft, the pressure light as she moved with a careful slowness, savoring the moment. Clarke's breath hitched as she felt the warmth of Lexa's lips against hers, the familiar comfort of her presence grounding her completely.
Lexa deepened the kiss just slightly, her hand cupping the side of Clarke's face, her thumb brushing back and forth in soft, soothing strokes. There was no urgency, no rush. Just the slow, deliberate rhythm of their mouths moving together, a perfect harmony that echoed the depth of their bond. Clarke's hand found its way to Lexa's back, pulling her closer, her fingers pressing lightly into the lean muscles as she melted into the kiss.
Lexa's lips lingered, the kiss turning softer, almost playful, as she pulled back just enough to whisper against Clarke's mouth, her voice low and filled with warmth. "I'll be looking forward to it," she murmured, her words barely more than a breath as she leaned in again, pressing one last lingering kiss to Clarke's lips, a quiet promise of all the love she held for her.
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