Day 1: Role Reversal

Day 1: Role Reversal

The air in the commander's chambers was thick with tension, though it wasn't the kind of tension that came from war or politics. This was something different. Something charged. Clarke stood in the center of the room, her eyes locked on Lexa, who sat perched on the edge of the bed, her body taut, waiting.

Tonight, things were going to change. For so long, it had always been Lexa in control, the Commander of the Twelve Clans, the unshakable force who commanded armies and bent entire nations to her will. But tonight, Clarke wasn't here as a supplicant or a lover falling into place at Lexa's command. Tonight, she was Wanheda — the one who brought death. And tonight, she was going to take what she wanted.

"Take off your armor," Clarke ordered, her voice low but firm, carrying the same authority Lexa usually wielded.

Lexa's eyes flickered with surprise, but she didn't hesitate. Slowly, she began to remove the heavy leather and metal that adorned her body, piece by piece. The Commander was meticulous in her movements, her gaze never leaving Clarke's, but there was something new in her eyes. Anticipation. Excitement.

Clarke watched her intently, her heart racing as each piece of armor hit the floor with a dull thud. She had always seen Lexa as powerful, indomitable, the person who never relinquished control. But tonight, there was a shift in the air, a silent agreement between them. Lexa was giving her this — giving her the power — and Clarke intended to wield it.

When Lexa was stripped down to her simple tunic and pants, Clarke stepped forward, closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps. She could feel the tension radiating off of Lexa, the way her body remained still but her muscles coiled, waiting.

Clarke stopped when she was inches from Lexa, her breath mingling with the Commander's. "Tonight," Clarke whispered, her voice steady but filled with a quiet intensity, "you are mine."

Lexa's breath hitched at the words, her eyes darkening as she gazed up at Clarke. There was no fear in her expression, no hesitation. She wanted this. She wanted to give herself to Clarke, to let her take control. And Clarke could feel that need thrumming between them like a live wire.

Slowly, Clarke's hand moved to Lexa's chin, tilting her head up slightly so that their eyes met fully. Lexa's lips parted, her breath shallow as she waited for Clarke's next move.

"Lie down," Clarke commanded softly.

Lexa obeyed without a word, moving back onto the bed, her body stretched out beneath Clarke's gaze. She looked so different like this, vulnerable in a way that Clarke had rarely seen. And it made Clarke's pulse quicken, her desire mounting as she looked down at the woman who had so often held power over her.

Clarke climbed onto the bed, kneeling over Lexa, her hands moving to rest on Lexa's hips. She could feel the tension in Lexa's body, the way her muscles twitched beneath Clarke's touch, but she was still. Lexa was waiting, giving Clarke the reins, letting her take what she wanted.

Clarke leaned down, her lips brushing against Lexa's ear, her breath warm against her skin. "You're not the Commander tonight," she whispered, her voice a low murmur. "Tonight, you belong to me."

Lexa shivered beneath Clarke's touch, a soft, almost inaudible gasp escaping her lips. The thrill of power surged through Clarke, and she pressed her body closer to Lexa's, her hands sliding up Lexa's sides, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her tunic.

Clarke's lips ghosted over Lexa's neck, teasing her, not giving her the satisfaction of a real touch just yet. She could feel the tension in Lexa's body, the way she was holding herself still, waiting, wanting. Clarke smirked against her skin, knowing that Lexa was used to being the one in control, the one who commanded every situation. But not tonight.

Clarke's hands moved lower, brushing over the waistband of Lexa's pants, her fingers teasing the edge of the fabric. Lexa's breath hitched again, her hips shifting slightly, but she didn't say a word. She didn't beg. Not yet.

"Do you like this?" Clarke whispered against Lexa's skin, her lips trailing down to the hollow of her throat. "Being at my mercy?"

Lexa's breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling quickly as Clarke's fingers trailed lower, slipping just beneath the waistband of her pants. "Yes," she finally whispered, her voice rough with need. "I like it."

Clarke smiled against Lexa's skin, her fingers dipping lower, brushing against the soft skin just above Lexa's hips. She could feel the heat radiating off of her, could feel how much Lexa wanted this, even though she was holding herself back. Lexa was always so composed, so in control, but Clarke could see the cracks forming in that composure now.

"Good," Clarke murmured, her lips pressing a soft kiss to the curve of Lexa's collarbone. "Because I'm not going to be gentle with you."

Lexa's eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping her lips as Clarke's hands moved lower, sliding her pants down her hips just enough to expose more of her skin. Clarke's fingers grazed the bare skin of Lexa's thighs, teasing, but still not giving her what she truly wanted.

Clarke leaned back slightly, her eyes raking over Lexa's body, taking in the sight of her stretched out beneath her, so vulnerable, so ready. There was something intoxicating about seeing Lexa like this, about knowing that the Commander was giving herself over to her completely.

"You're so beautiful," Clarke whispered, her voice soft but filled with admiration. "Especially like this."

Lexa's eyes opened, dark and filled with desire, and Clarke felt a surge of heat rush through her at the sight. Lexa was so strong, so powerful, and yet here she was, completely at Clarke's mercy, her body trembling with need.

Clarke leaned down again, her lips brushing against Lexa's, teasing her with the promise of a kiss but not quite giving it to her. Lexa's breath hitched, her lips parting, but Clarke pulled back before their mouths could meet, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Not yet," Clarke murmured, her voice low and commanding. "You don't get to have me just yet."

Lexa groaned softly, her hands twitching at her sides as if she wanted to reach for Clarke, to pull her closer. But she didn't. She held herself still, waiting for Clarke to decide when and how to touch her.

Clarke's hands moved back to Lexa's hips, her fingers tracing the lines of her body, feeling the way Lexa's muscles tensed beneath her touch. Clarke loved the power she felt in this moment, loved knowing that Lexa, the Commander, was giving her everything — her body, her control, her trust.

"Do you want me to touch you?" Clarke asked, her voice a low whisper as her fingers grazed the inside of Lexa's thighs.

"Yes," Lexa gasped, her hips shifting slightly, her body arching just a little as she sought more contact.

Clarke smiled, her fingers moving closer, teasing the edge of where Lexa wanted her most but not quite touching her. She loved the way Lexa's body responded to her touch, loved seeing the cracks in her composure as her need grew.

"You're not used to this, are you?" Clarke teased, her voice soft but filled with amusement. "Being the one who begs?"

Lexa's breath was ragged now, her body trembling beneath Clarke's touch. "No," she admitted, her voice strained. "But I'll beg for you, Clarke."

Clarke's heart skipped a beat at Lexa's words, the power she held in this moment so intoxicating that it made her head spin. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Lexa's ear as she whispered, "Then beg for me."

Lexa's breath hitched, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself back, but Clarke could see the desire in her eyes, the need that was so palpable it almost made Clarke ache. She could feel Lexa's control slipping, could see the way she was holding on by a thread, and Clarke reveled in it.

"Please," Lexa whispered, her voice so soft it was barely audible. "Please, Clarke... touch me."

Clarke's fingers hovered just above Lexa's heat, teasing her, ghosting over the sensitive skin, but never fully giving her what she craved. Lexa's breath was ragged, her body taut and trembling beneath Clarke's touch. Her composure was cracking, the perfect mask of control she always wore falling away. It was intoxicating for Clarke, knowing she was the one pushing Lexa to this edge.

"Please," Lexa whispered again, her voice a soft, desperate plea.

Clarke smiled, savoring the sound of Lexa's desperation. She leaned down, her lips grazing Lexa's ear as she murmured, "I'll give you what you need. But we go at my pace."

With that, Clarke's fingers finally dipped lower, sliding between Lexa's folds. Lexa gasped, her hips instinctively arching toward Clarke's touch, but Clarke kept her movements slow, torturously slow, dragging her fingers through Lexa's wetness, teasing her without giving her the satisfaction of the friction she craved.

Lexa let out a soft whimper, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to grind against Clarke's hand, desperate for more, but Clarke's firm grip on her hip kept her in place. Clarke loved watching her like this — powerful, commanding Lexa reduced to a needy, trembling mess beneath her.

"Clarke..." Lexa gasped, her voice strained with the effort of holding herself back. "Please... more."

But Clarke wasn't going to give in that easily. She kept her movements slow, her fingers circling Lexa's entrance but never quite entering, drawing out the anticipation until Lexa was squirming beneath her, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

"You're not in charge tonight," Clarke reminded her, her voice low but firm, as her fingers finally slid inside Lexa, but still at that same slow, maddening pace.

Lexa groaned, her hips jerking up toward Clarke's hand, trying to force more out of her, but Clarke held firm, keeping her pace slow and steady, her fingers thrusting into Lexa with deliberate, measured movements. Lexa's body was trembling now, her muscles taut as she tried to hold herself back, tried to be patient, but Clarke could see the frustration building in her eyes.

"Clarke... please..." Lexa gasped, her voice catching in her throat as she bucked her hips against Clarke's hand. "Faster— I need—"

Before Lexa could finish, Clarke's hand shot out, delivering a sharp smack to the inside of Lexa's thigh. The sound echoed through the chamber, and Lexa let out a soft gasp of surprise, her eyes flying open as she looked up at Clarke, her breath catching in her throat.

"I told you," Clarke said, her voice hard, her gaze intense as she leaned down, her face inches from Lexa's. "We go at my pace."

Lexa's chest heaved as she stared up at Clarke, her pupils blown wide with lust and need. She was trembling, every muscle in her body tight with anticipation, but she didn't protest. She nodded, biting her lip as Clarke's fingers continued their slow, torturous rhythm inside her.

Clarke smirked, her hand soothing over the spot on Lexa's thigh where she had slapped her, her touch gentle now, contrasting with the sharp bite of the smack. Lexa's body shuddered under her touch, the combination of pain and pleasure making her head spin.

"That's better," Clarke murmured, her voice softer now as she pressed a gentle kiss to Lexa's collarbone. "Good girl."

Lexa's breath hitched at Clarke's words, her body arching slightly off the bed as Clarke's fingers continued their slow thrusts, dragging in and out of her with deliberate care. It was agonizing, the slow build of pleasure driving Lexa to the edge, but Clarke wasn't giving her enough to push her over. Not yet.

"You're so wet for me," Clarke whispered, her lips brushing against Lexa's ear as her fingers pressed deeper, curling inside her just enough to make Lexa gasp. "Do you like this? Being at my mercy?"

Lexa whimpered softly, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as she tried to hold herself together. "Yes," she whispered, her voice strained. "I— I like it."

Clarke smiled against Lexa's skin, her fingers still moving at that slow, torturous pace, driving Lexa to the brink but never quite letting her fall. Clarke loved the way Lexa's body responded to her touch, the way her muscles tensed and her breath hitched with every slow thrust. She was breaking down, and Clarke could feel it.

"You're going to come when I say," Clarke whispered, her voice low and commanding, her fingers curling inside Lexa again, brushing against that sensitive spot that had Lexa's hips bucking off the bed. "Not a moment before."

Lexa let out a soft moan, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself back. She was so close, the pleasure building inside her with every slow, deliberate thrust of Clarke's fingers, but Clarke wasn't letting her have it. Not yet.

"Clarke, please..." Lexa whimpered, her voice shaky, her body arching toward Clarke's touch, desperate for more. "Please—"

Clarke's smile deepened, and she finally relented, her pace quickening as her fingers thrust harder into Lexa. Lexa's breath hitched, her body trembling as Clarke's movements became more insistent, her fingers driving deeper with each thrust.

"That's it," Clarke murmured, her voice soothing but still filled with command. "Let me take care of you."

Lexa's breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching off the bed as Clarke's fingers worked her harder, faster now. The slow, torturous build had left Lexa trembling with need, and now, Clarke was giving her what she craved, her fingers thrusting deep inside her, curling with every movement to hit that perfect spot.

And then Clarke added another finger.

Lexa's eyes flew open, a choked gasp escaping her lips as Clarke's fingers stretched her, filling her in ways that made her mind spin. Clarke's thumb found Lexa's clit, pressing down firmly as her fingers thrust into her at a relentless pace, drawing soft cries from Lexa's lips with every movement.

Lexa was shaking now, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure built inside her, so intense it was almost unbearable. Clarke's thumb circled Lexa's clit, her fingers driving deeper, harder, pushing Lexa closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me," Clarke whispered, her voice dark and commanding, her thumb pressing harder against Lexa's clit as her fingers curled inside her. "Now."

Lexa's entire body tensed at Clarke's command, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Clarke's fingers drove her higher, faster, pushing her closer to the edge. Clarke's thumb pressed firmly against her clit, rubbing in tight, controlled circles that had Lexa teetering on the brink of release.

"Clarke—" Lexa gasped, her hips bucking off the bed as the pleasure hit her in waves. "I— I'm going to—"

"Now," Clarke whispered, her voice dark with satisfaction. "Come for me, Lexa. Let go."

At Clarke's command, Lexa's control shattered. The orgasm ripped through her with such intensity that she cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. Clarke's fingers never stopped moving, thrusting deep inside her, drawing out every last bit of the orgasm as Lexa's body trembled beneath her.

Lexa's head fell back, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as the pleasure overwhelmed her, her muscles clenching around Clarke's fingers. She could feel the heat spreading through her body, feel the way her skin flushed with the force of the release. It was all-consuming, leaving her breathless and weak, and still, Clarke didn't stop.

Clarke's thumb circled Lexa's clit relentlessly, her fingers thrusting deep and steady, pushing Lexa through the orgasm and into another. Lexa whimpered, her body shaking uncontrollably as the second wave of pleasure hit her, her hips jerking involuntarily as Clarke's fingers worked her over the edge again.

"Clarke—" Lexa gasped, her voice barely a whisper as her body convulsed with the force of the second orgasm. "I can't—"

But Clarke didn't let up. She kept her fingers inside Lexa, her thumb teasing her clit, her movements slower now but still insistent. She was drawing out the pleasure, forcing Lexa to feel every second of it, making her body tremble with the aftershocks of the release.

Lexa's breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably as the last waves of pleasure rippled through her. She felt weak, spent, every muscle in her body aching from the intensity of the orgasm. But Clarke's touch was soothing now, her movements gentler as she brought Lexa back down from the high.

When Clarke finally withdrew her fingers, Lexa let out a soft, breathless moan, her body sinking into the bed, her chest still heaving with ragged breaths. Clarke shifted, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Lexa's temple, her fingers trailing gently down Lexa's side.

"You did so well," Clarke murmured, her voice soft now, filled with tenderness as she brushed a stray strand of hair from Lexa's forehead. "You're incredible."

Lexa's eyes fluttered open, her breath still shaky as she gazed up at Clarke, her heart pounding in her chest. There was a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes, the usual unbreakable composure she wore nowhere to be seen. She looked completely and utterly spent, her body trembling from the aftershocks of the intense release.

Clarke smiled softly, her hand still resting on Lexa's hip as she gazed down at her, the power dynamic between them finally shifting back to something softer. Clarke's eyes were filled with warmth, admiration, and something deeper — something that Lexa had always found in Clarke's gaze, even in the midst of their most intense moments.

"You're mine," Clarke whispered, her voice soft but full of meaning. "And I'm yours."

Lexa's breath hitched at Clarke's words, and for a moment, all the weight of her position, of being the Commander, seemed to fade away. She wasn't the Commander in this moment. She was just Lexa, and Clarke was the one person in the world who could strip her down to this vulnerable, raw place.

Clarke leaned down, pressing her lips softly to Lexa's, the kiss tender and lingering. Lexa melted into it, her body relaxing beneath Clarke's touch, her heart still racing but in a different way now. There was no more tension, no more need for control. She had given everything to Clarke tonight, and it had been worth every second.

When Clarke finally pulled back, her eyes were filled with that same warmth, that same unspoken connection they shared. "Rest now," Clarke whispered, her hand brushing softly over Lexa's cheek. "I've got you."

Lexa nodded weakly, her eyes fluttering shut as she let herself relax completely, her body sinking into the bed. Clarke stayed close, her hand never leaving Lexa's skin as she watched her, her heart full.

For tonight, Wanheda had conquered the Commander — and neither of them would ever forget it.