章節 6: Day 6 - Blindfolds
Day 6 - Blindfolds
In Lexa's hand was a silk blindfold, deep green like the forests that surrounded Polis. Clarke's eyes flicked to it, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was about to happen. She had never been blindfolded during sex before, had never experienced the way it would make her feel vulnerable, heightening every other sense.
Lexa approached slowly, her eyes dark with intent but filled with the warmth and care Clarke had come to know so well. She stood in front of Clarke, her fingers brushing lightly over Clarke's arm, grounding her in the moment before she leaned down, her lips ghosting over Clarke's ear. "Are you ready?" Lexa's voice was low, soothing, but there was an edge of excitement there that sent a shiver down Clarke's spine.
Clarke took a deep breath, her chest tight with anticipation. She had given up control before, but this felt different. Without her sight, she would be completely at Lexa's mercy, forced to rely on every other sense to guide her. The vulnerability was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, but Clarke trusted Lexa. More than anyone.
"Yes," Clarke whispered, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "I'm ready."
Lexa's lips curved into a small smile as she brought the blindfold up, gently brushing Clarke's hair back before she tied the soft fabric over her eyes. Clarke's world went dark, her breath catching as her vision was stolen from her, leaving her completely at the mercy of Lexa's touch.
Lexa stepped back, taking a moment to observe Clarke, her body tense with anticipation as she sat on the edge of the bed, blindfolded and waiting. There was something undeniably powerful about seeing Clarke like this, trusting her so completely, and it made Lexa's heart swell with affection and desire.
Clarke's other senses immediately heightened, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she tried to focus on the soft sounds of the room around her — the crackling of the fire, the rustle of Lexa's clothes as she moved closer. She could feel Lexa's presence before she even touched her, the warmth of her body radiating as she stood near the bed.
"Relax," Lexa murmured, her voice a low, soothing command as her fingers lightly brushed over Clarke's shoulders. "I've got you."
Clarke exhaled slowly, her body trembling slightly as she let herself sink into the moment, the darkness making everything feel more intense, more immediate. She couldn't see Lexa, but she could feel her — the soft brush of her fingers, the warmth of her breath as she leaned in to kiss the side of Clarke's neck.
The kiss was soft, almost teasing, but it sent a wave of heat through Clarke's body. Her breath hitched as Lexa's lips moved down her neck, kissing a slow, deliberate path along her skin. Without her sight, every touch felt magnified, every sensation sharper, and Clarke's body responded to it immediately, her muscles tensing with anticipation.
Lexa's hands slid down Clarke's arms, her touch gentle but deliberate, as if she were mapping out every inch of her skin. Clarke's breath came in short, shallow bursts, her chest rising and falling with each teasing touch, each kiss that Lexa pressed to her skin. She couldn't see what was coming next, couldn't anticipate Lexa's next move, and it left her completely at Lexa's mercy.
"How does it feel?" Lexa asked softly, her lips brushing against Clarke's ear as her fingers trailed down to the hem of Clarke's shirt, her touch slow and measured. "Not knowing what's coming next?"
Clarke's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she nodded, her voice coming out in a shaky whisper. "It feels… intense."
The word barely scratched the surface of what she was feeling. The combination of Lexa's slow, deliberate touch and the complete darkness enveloping her was overwhelming. But it wasn't just the physical intensity that made Clarke's heart race. There was something deeper — something that had been building ever since Lexa had left her at Mount Weather. Trust, or rather the slow rebuilding of it.
Even now, after everything they'd shared since Lexa's betrayal, a small part of Clarke still held back. The hurt and the anger from being left behind still lingered, even if she tried to push it down. And now, with her vision stolen by the blindfold and Lexa in complete control, the vulnerability she felt was almost too much.
Lexa's hands slid over Clarke's body with a tenderness that both soothed and heightened the tension inside her. Clarke's muscles tensed and released under Lexa's touch, her breaths uneven as she fought to let go, to fully trust again. She wanted to believe in Lexa, wanted to give her everything, but a part of her still held that last bit of hesitation, that last bit of fear.
Lexa's fingers trailed slowly down Clarke's bare stomach, the silk of the blindfold only intensifying the sensation of each touch. Clarke couldn't see her, couldn't anticipate what she was going to do next, and that both terrified and excited her. It made her feel completely at Lexa's mercy — a feeling she wasn't sure she could handle, especially not after what had happened between them.
But Lexa knew Clarke better than anyone. She could feel the tension, the slight tremor in Clarke's body, and she didn't push her too far. Instead, she took her time, her touch slow and deliberate, allowing Clarke the space to adjust, to breathe through the nervousness that came with giving up control.
"You're safe," Lexa whispered, her voice soft and reassuring as she kissed her way up Clarke's neck, her breath warm against her skin. "I'm right here. You can trust me."
Clarke's chest tightened at Lexa's words, her breath coming in shaky gasps as she nodded, trying to steady herself. She wanted to believe those words — wanted to believe that Lexa wouldn't leave her again, wouldn't break her trust. But the memory of the mountain still lingered, that moment of abandonment etched into her heart like a scar.
But now, here in the dimly lit room, with Lexa's hands guiding her through the darkness, Clarke felt herself slowly starting to let go. The tension in her body eased slightly, her breaths becoming steadier as Lexa's hands moved lower, teasing the edge of Clarke's underwear.
"Lexa…" Clarke breathed, her voice shaky but filled with longing. Her body ached for more, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. She needed this — needed to rebuild the trust between them, to prove to herself that she could let go again, that she could trust Lexa with her heart, her body.
Lexa's fingers finally slipped beneath the fabric of Clarke's underwear, the touch light and teasing, sending a jolt of pleasure through Clarke's trembling body. Clarke gasped, her hips arching slightly off the bed as she pressed into Lexa's hand, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts.
But Lexa didn't rush. Her touch remained slow, deliberate, her fingers brushing over Clarke's most sensitive spots with the perfect amount of pressure to keep her on the edge. Clarke's body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as Lexa's fingers circled her clit, teasing her, keeping her in a state of heightened anticipation without letting her fall over.
"Relax," Lexa whispered, her voice low and soothing as her fingers moved with agonizing precision. "I've got you, Clarke."
Clarke's heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling as she let herself sink deeper into the moment. The darkness heightened everything — the sound of Lexa's breath, the feel of her fingers, the warmth of her body pressing against her. Clarke's fingers gripped the sheets beneath her, trying to ground herself in the sensation as Lexa continued to tease her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
But there was still that flicker of nervousness inside her, that hesitation to completely let go. Clarke's breaths came in shallow bursts, her body tensing as Lexa's fingers pressed harder, drawing soft, desperate moans from her lips.
"Lexa," Clarke gasped, her voice shaking as she tugged lightly at the sheets, her body trembling with a mix of need and uncertainty. "I… I'm not sure…"
Lexa immediately slowed, her touch softening as she leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Clarke's lips. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," Lexa whispered, her voice filled with concern. "You tell me if you want to stop."
Clarke's chest tightened at the tenderness in Lexa's voice, the way she had always known how to read her, how to take care of her. Lexa wasn't pushing her — she never did. She was giving Clarke the space to choose, to decide how far she was willing to go.
Clarke took a deep breath, her body trembling with both desire and fear. She wanted this, wanted Lexa — but more than that, she wanted to trust her again. She wanted to believe that Lexa wouldn't hurt her, wouldn't leave her behind like she had at the mountain.
"I'm okay," Clarke whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with quiet determination. "Don't stop."
Lexa's fingers stilled for a moment, her breath warm against Clarke's skin as she pressed another soft kiss to her lips. "I've got you," Lexa whispered again, her voice filled with quiet conviction. "I won't let you go."
Clarke's breath hitched at Lexa's words, and for the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. She wasn't completely healed — the scars of the past still lingered — but in this moment, with Lexa's hands on her body and the darkness surrounding them, Clarke felt like she could finally start to let go.
Lexa's fingers moved again, slow and deliberate, her touch sending waves of pleasure through Clarke's body. Clarke's breath came in short, desperate gasps as Lexa's fingers circled her clit, teasing her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Every touch was magnified, every sensation heightened by the blindfold, and Clarke's body responded to it all, trembling with the intensity of the pleasure building inside her.
"Lexa," Clarke gasped, her voice breathless as her hips rocked forward, seeking more contact. "Please…"
Lexa's breath hitched at Clarke's plea, her fingers moving faster, pressing harder against Clarke's most sensitive spot. Clarke's entire body trembled, her breaths coming in ragged bursts as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke of Lexa's fingers.
Clarke's mind was spinning, the combination of Lexa's touch and the darkness leaving her feeling completely overwhelmed, completely vulnerable. But for the first time, Clarke wasn't afraid. She trusted Lexa — trusted her completely.
"Come for me, Clarke," Lexa whispered, her voice low and filled with command as her fingers pressed harder, her touch relentless. "I want to feel you."
Clarke's entire body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as the orgasm hit her hard and fast, tearing through her with a force that left her breathless. Her muscles clenched around Lexa's fingers, her body convulsing with the intensity of the release as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and helpless beneath Lexa's touch.
Lexa didn't stop. Her fingers continued to move, drawing out the orgasm until Clarke's body was shaking, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure consumed her. Clarke's mind was a blur, her body trembling as the waves of pleasure left her completely spent, completely at Lexa's mercy.
When it was finally over, Lexa pulled back, her fingers gently sliding out of Clarke as she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Clarke's lips. Clarke lay there, her chest heaving with exhaustion, her body still trembling from the intensity of the release.
Lexa slowly removed the blindfold, her eyes filled with warmth and tenderness as she looked down at Clarke. "You're safe," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with meaning as she kissed Clarke's forehead. "I've got you."
Clarke's breath was shaky, but she smiled softly, her body relaxing into Lexa's arms as she nodded, feeling, for the first time in a long time, that she truly was safe. "I know," Clarke whispered, her voice filled with quiet trust. "I know."
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