clarke was like none of the other grounders you'd ever met. she was completely different in a mindblowing way. she was beautiful and graceful every time she came to you to train the past three months. this one time was different.
she walked into training angry. her face flustered and her arm scratched up.
"rough day?" you ask.
"my dinner got away. it's stupid. i guess i'm just not strong enough," she sat down on the bed, upset.
you sat down beside clarke, looking into her eyes. "that's not true at all. you've learned a lot here." she looked into your eyes, her eyes trailing down to your lips.
"maybe not everything," her arms moved to your cheek as her lips placed onto yours quickly. your lips intertwined together, as your tongues melted gracefully together.
you pushed her onto the bed, pulling down her pants, removing your top as well. your kisses trailed down her stomach, down into her thighs, to her soft spot. kissing her softly, licking her, making sure she was enjoying her.
clarke moaned out your name until she overcame her sense, screaming it out, gripping the bed sheets. as she sat up, she kissed you violently, flipping you where she lay.
"my turn," she said as her mouth moved onto you.
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gif series: the 100
Fanfiction"you are the most beautiful broom in a broom closet full of brooms." gif series.// the 100.// #WattPride lower case intended started 09.17: (finished!!) #20 in octavia #209 in the100 #42 in clarke
