Clearest Blue: last chapter up!
Clarke is a sex worker. Lexa has never done this before.
Or: Broken Lexa encounters broken Clarke, and they pretend—unsuccessfully—that they're not so broken together.
If you’ve read the first three chapters, you know what this is about. Thanks to the amazing @qvert for the art!
I suck in a breath, feel my body tremble, surprised. I want her. Sometimes I’m into my clients. Often I’m not. But I want her. I shudder. I need to be careful.
She turns me around again, but she’s gone. Her mouth is on mine, her hands sliding roughly up my side and over my bare skin, but she’s not there. Her eyes are closed, and I could be anyone. I’m used to it with clients. I’m just a screen they project their hope or anger or fantasy onto. I step out of myself and become who they need. It’s why they pay me, and it’s what I enjoy. I can become anyone. Usually. But I can’t get the taste of her skin out of my mouth. I want to taste it again, slowly. I want to savor it, figure it out.
Read it all here. It’s just four chapters. You got the time.