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Skin to Win

chapter 5

Lexa woke by degrees to a
satisfied, languid heaviness in her limbs, a powerfully itchy nose, and an
uncomfortable fullness in her bladder.
She was disoriented at first, not from waking in a strange bed—she
traveled often enough that she’d grown accustomed to sleeping in unfamiliar
surroundings—but from the solid, warm weight on her chest and belly.  She cracked an eye to a field of tangled
blonde hair across her face that obscured her vision.  That
explains the itch, she thought, twitching her nose to ward off a
sneeze.  

Clarke.

Lexa gently lifted the
fall of hair away with her free hand—her left arm was still twined around
Clarke, holding her close—and tucked it behind Clarke’s ear.  Her lips curved in an involuntary smile at
the sight of her.  Clarke’s head was
pillowed on Lexa’s bare chest, just above her left breast.  Over my
heart.  One arm was slung
possessively across Lexa’s middle.  The
sheets had drifted down to their waists in the night; beneath the covers,
Clarke’s left leg hiked up and hooked over Lexa’s own.  She was clearly still sound asleep.  Lexa had no way of knowing whether Clarke
always slept this deeply, or if last night’s exertions—Lexa warmed at the
recollection—wore her out, but oh, how she wanted to find out.  

Lexa lifted her head
slightly to get a better angle of Clarke’s face.  Not too much, she didn’t want to wake
her.  Her smile softened.  Clarke’s lips were parted and a tiny strand
of drool dribbled onto Lexa’s body.  As
Lexa’s own body came awake, she felt cool air waft over the damp patch of skin
with each of Clarke’s steady, even breaths.
Her pulse thumped heavily when she noted that Clarke’s mouth lay just
scant inches from her own breast.  Lexa’s
nipple perked eagerly as her body came to the same realization, fondly
recalling Clarke dragging and swirling her tongue across the tight buds before
engulfing them in the wet heat of her mouth.
Lexa shifted at the warmth the thought roused in her lower belly and was
reminded of the discomfort that had woken her in the first place.        

Lexa hated to disturb
Clarke, but she really needed the bathroom.
She tried to ease out from under Clarke without waking her, but the movement
caused her to stir.  Clarke’s nose
wrinkled.  She grumbled incoherently into
Lexa’s shoulder and burrowed even closer.
Lexa would have found it adorable under other circumstances, but the
pressure was exacerbating her situation.
She sighed regretfully and nudged Clarke more strongly, dropping a light
kiss on the crown of Clarke’s head.  “Sorry,
baby, but I’ve gotta pee,” she murmured.
Clarke whined, but Lexa could no longer postpone the inevitable.  She rolled awkwardly from beneath Clarke and
shuffled, naked and yawning, to the suite’s shared bathroom.  

Physical urges seen to, Lexa returned to the
bedroom and paused in the doorway.  She
leaned against the door frame and stood quietly, drinking in the riotous golden
wave now strewn across the pillows.  The
late morning sun filtered through the blinds and dappled the creamy expanse of
Clarke’s back with a buttery glow.  The
sheets slipped low enough to expose the smudge of dimples at the swell of her
ass.  

How
did I get so lucky?

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