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[macolethings]

Hi! Don't know if you've seen the little 10 years of clexa kisses thread going on? Writers posting their favorite kisses from their own works

I would love to see your favorite kisses that you've written! Or any new ones yoi may have 👀

OOOH I LOVE THIS!!

First kisses are always my favorite to write, so apologies that most of these are first kisses lol

answer under cut! one for each story where they already kissed (sorry, ‘no body no crime’ and ‘hold my crown (while i go down),’ you’ll get your moments!). Link to the stories in title

8. The Babysitter

mutual pining/high school crush au that was so fun to write!

“Hey, Lexa?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Can you- what?” Lexa was taken aback. She had to make sure she heard that correctly.

“Can I kiss you?” Clarke asks again, calmly. “You don’t have to say yes,”

“I…” Lexa falters, at a loss for words. She couldn’t think straight, not with the way Clarke was looking at her with those eyes and that lip bite. God, Lexa wanted to bite it herself.

Clarke suddenly looks embarrassed, sitting up on the bed. “Um. Sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. That was weird. Forget-“

“You can,” Lexa blurts out, Clarke’s mouth still open mid sentence. “Kiss me, I mean. If you still want to. Thank you for asking, by the way. Consent is always a good thing-“

“And you call me the dork,” Clarke grins as she pushes forward, wrapping her arms around Lexa’s neck and brings her in for a kiss.

7. More Than That

friends to lovers!! secret mutual pining!! ugh love it

“I love you,” she whispered quietly. She searched Lexa’s face for any reaction, to which she found none. She felt her heart crack. “I’m sorry. I ruined it. Please forget that I said anything. Better yet, forget that you’ve ever known me. Just throw your entire memory aw-“

Clarke shut up because Lexa decided to kiss her. It wasn’t like the ones when others were around, no. This one was slower, and softer. Lexa’s lips moved with a purpose, gently pressing against Clarke’s as if she was going to break her. She pulled away moments later, gazing into Clarke’s eyes.

“You just kissed me,” Clarke said blankley. “Why did you do that?

Lexa grinned, biting her lip. “Because I’ve loved you since we were thirteen, you dope”

6. The Lighthouse

the little mermaid first kiss to get your voice back. sucker for this

She decided to take the leap. Her head moved down swiftly, connecting her lips to Clarke’s.

Her body tingled with warmth, Clarke’s lips soft against her own. She felt hands on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Lexa’s brain felt like it was exploding. Clarke pulled back, before tilting her head and going back in. This felt right. Lexa’s gay brain turned into a pile of mush.

“Finally,”

Lexa agreed, smiling as she kissed Clarke again, and again, and again. It took a minute for her to register that that word was spoken out loud.

Lexa pulled back. Surely she imagined that, right? She looked at Clarke, whose lips were kiss-swollen and hair mussled. Clarke smiled at her widely and nodded, signalling that Lexa did not imagine that.

“Hi,” Clarke said, clear as a bell. Lexa’s mouth dropped open in pure shock. “I love you,”

5. you belong with me

my taylor swift au where Lexa professed her love to clarke on Jimmy Fallon so Clarke flies to new york to see her immediately after and they kiss in the rain

Clarke was overcome with emotion. Every one of Lexa’s songs were about her and her love for her. Clarke couldn’t help the huge smile that appeared on her face before she closed the distance between her and Lexa to meet the girl in a heated kiss. She kissed Lexa with all the passion she could muster, wanting to show the girl how much she meant to her and how touched she was from last night’s interview. Clarke swiped her tongue across Lexa’s bottom lip, asking for entrance which she was soon granted, Lexa’s tongue shyly meeting hers. They kissed in the middle of the New York rainstorm, and to Clarke, it was perfect.

4. for the love of the gods

this one’s good cause lexa is supposed to be a celibate priestess and patron goddess clarke’s like NOT ON MY WATCH

Lexa felt a hand at the back of her neck and then the next thing she knew the stranger attached her lips to Lexa, surprising the priestess in more ways than one.

You need to stop this Lexa thought to herself, trying not to think of the softness and sweetness of the girl’s lips. You made a vow, this isn’t right

“You’re overthinking this,” the girl murmured against Lexa’s lips. “Stop. Just for once, don’t think,”

You didn’t have to tell Lexa twice.

She kissed back like it was her last time (because it might be) and she felt the girl grin, satisfied that Lexa decided to give in. The girl swiped her tongue across Lexa’s bottom lip, asking for entrance that was soon granted by the brunette The girl’s hands threaded through Lexa’s hair, messing up the intricate braids that adored her hair, but Lexa didn’t care. She never knew kissing could feel this good.

3. So High School

I love this one cause Clarke thinks the kisses mean they’re best friends🤣 come on girl

“Well, Ontari is a second-year senior who probably takes steroids, and you’re just a scrawny sophomore,” Clarke smirks jokingly as she hooks her fingers in the collar of Lexa’s shirt. “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll hit puberty someday,”

She leans forward to kiss Lexa, the brunette’s eyes fluttering closed when she feels Clarke’s lips meet hers. God, kissing Clarke had to be her favorite thing in the whole world.

“You’re your own harshest critic,” Clarke whispers as she pulls away, letting go of her hold on Lexa’s shirt collar and clasping the girl’s hands in her own. “Let me be your biggest cheerleader,”

2. secret recipe

first kiss for the helpless gay chef and idiot bisexual heiress

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Clarke continues when there’s a lack of response from Lexa. It doesn’t have to, but I want it to. I want it to mean everything.

“Clarke…” Lexa’s heart is pounding so hard she fears it may burst out of her chest. “Are you sure?”

More sure than anything.

“Yes,” Clarke answers instead, surging forward to connect their mouths in a soft kiss.

Clarke feels her heart exploding the moment their lips touched, and she melts into the kiss. Kissing Lexa felt different than kissing anyone else, but in the best way possible. It felt right. Like Clarke finally unlocked the secret to happiness, and it was kissing Lexa Woods.

1. royally screwed

as if anyone is surprised 😂 not their first kiss but the first one with ~feelings~

“It comes from a Norse myth,” Lexa tells her wife, her palms suddenly becoming sweaty. “You see, the son of Odin and Frigg, Baldur, started to have dreams of his death, so Frigg made all of the things on earth promise to not hurt her son. He was now said to be invincible, so the other gods took joy in throwing things at him.” Lexa was staring up at the mistletoe, avoiding Clarke’s eyes. “The mischief god, Loki, was jealous of how popular Baldur was, so he searched far and wide for something that could kill Baldur. He found out Frigg forgot a simple but deadly plant: mistletoe,”

“So he fashioned a spear with the mistletoe and convinced a blind god to throw it at Balder. Once the spear hit him, he died. Heartbroken, Frigg now made it a rule that mistletoe would be used for love, and that whenever someone encounters it they show an act of love; that’s why we kiss underneath it,” Lexa took this chance to look at Clarke, who was listening intently. Her bright blue eyes were staring at Lexa in wonder, causing the brunette to realize what her wife might think she implied.

“But um,” Lexa stumbled over her words. “That’s just a superstition. An old wives tale. It doesn’t mean we have to-“

“Lexa?” Clarke interrupted softly, a bemused look on her face. “Are you going to kiss me?”

Lexa felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes widened as she but her bottom lip nervously. “Am I allowed to?”

Clarke smirked as her eyes twinkled. “Come here,” she said, cupping Lexa’s face as she stepped closer and pressed her lips to her wife’s.

This kiss felt different.

It wasn’t at all like the two passionless ones they shared on their wedding day, it was soft. Innocent. A confirmation of the feelings that both of them had. Clarke felt her already flushed cheeks burn and her stomach swoop as Lexa’s plush lips moved lightly against hers, the feeling setting her on fire.

It wasn’t their first kiss, but it should have been.

[macolethings]

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[macolethings]

Tanagariel's Clexa First Kisses

Following the trend #10YearsofClexaKisses here you have the first kisses between Clexa in four of my works!

Between the Sheets, Part I

Voices started to rise when Principal Kane shouted from the stage. “Calm down everybody, the back-up generator will be up in a minute. So stay where you are and if you need assistance a teacher nearby will be there in a second!”

Only a minute in total darkness. Who could need assistance in a minute? Probably Clarke Griffin.

0:59

0:58

0:57

Lexa turned Clarke around so they could be chest to chest. There was no need for light for they knew where they were. And their bodies were connected, communicating through touch.

Clarke was breathing heavily as well as Lexa, both their bodies were radiating heat from their dance; sweat draped their bodies. Lexa’s hands ran over her bare back and Clarke trembled.

0:43

0:42

0:41

Clarke hands moved over strong arms until she could anchor herself on firm shoulders and locked her fingers behind Lexa’s neck. Lexa’s hands rested on her lower back pulling her closer and then one soft hand rested on her cheek. “In the dark.” Lexa said and her warm breath tickled Clarke’s face realizing how close they were.

0:32

0:31

0:30

And that was it, the end of the world for Clarke Griffin because Lexa Woods was kissing her. Soft lips moved over Clarke’s tenderly and awaited permission, Clarke didn’t hesitate and opened her lips welcoming the kiss, and kissing her back. Lips tasting of Chap Stick and punch, and it was sweet.

0:15

0:14

0:13

Lexa changed the angle of the kiss deepening it, controlling the pace, filled with passion, and Clarke wanted to kiss her forever. This was surreal, nothing could have ever compare to being kissed by Lexa.

0:03

0:02

0:01

The generators were back on in full force; the lights blinded everyone for a second, but not Clarke who opened her eyes to meet the prettiest green eyes she had ever seen. Lexa took a step back pulling away from her.

“Clarke I…”

BANG  BANG!

And then chaos erupted.

2. Can't Tame this Wild Heart (Tarzan AU)

Lexa stood up and went into the forest quickly before coming back. She brought a flower and offered it to Clarke.

“Gift!” Lexa smiled as Clarke took the flower in her hand.

“This is pretty.”

“No, Clarke is pretty.”

Clarke blushed profusely.” Thanks, Lexa.”

Lexa sat closer to Clarke, she took Clarke’s hand and put it over her chest. “Happy with Clarke.”

She could feel how fast and strong Lexa’s heartbeat was.

“You make me happy too, Lexa.”

“Then we stay.” Lexa said simply. Her green eyes boring into Clarke’s. “We make new home.”

“Lexa.” Clarke let out a long breath. “Things aren’t that easy. You have to return to your family and I need to go back to my life.”

Lexa tilted her head slightly trying to grasp the situation. She huffed and shook her head.

Clarke reached for Lexa, cupping her face to make her look at her.

“Lexa, I know you’re angry and frustrated. Trust me, I’d love to spend more time with you, but things are complicated right now. I just wished…” Clarke realized how close she and Lexa were.

Her green eyes locked with her own, and then to her lips.

“Lexa?”

Lexa looked back into her eyes again. Suddenly she closed the gap between them and kissed her. It was a very sweet, innocent kiss. Tentative, guarded, but so tender. Clarke was paralyzed, surprised by the tender action. It wasn’t unwelcomed though because soon she closed her eyes and kissed Lexa back slowly, opening her lips to suck lightly Lexa’s plump, chapped lips. It wasn’t rushed, it was everything a first kiss should be. Fireworks behind her eyelids, and explosion of butterflies in her belly. But Clarke’s logic began to creep in her mind, telling her she couldn’t do this. Not to Lexa.

Clarke backed away. “I’m sorry, Lexa. We- we can’t.”

Lexa frowned again. “Wrong because I am girl?”

“What? No, no Lexa I ah, I don’t mind that you’re a girl.”

“Then why? Clarke does not like Lexa?”

Clarke chuckled. “No. I like you, but I can’t do this to you. I can’t do this knowing that you’ll have to go away, and it wouldn’t be fair to you. Your feelings, you have to grow some more to understand what you really feel. To be sure of those feelings. You might think you like me, but it could be just gratitude. Once you learn more you’ll understand that this isn’t simple either.”

“I am not confused. I know I like Clarke. We mate and make new home here!”

Clarke was now a furious red. “I ah, we uh, we can’t mate Lexa. I told you this isn’t simple. I’m sorry. I ah, I think we should get back to camp. It’s getting too dark.”

Lexa’s face was so heartbreaking to see. The confusion and yearning were so clear now. Her eyes that were bright suddenly became dull. Lexa nodded and picked up their stuff before making the way back.

3. Bokeh:

“Give me your cellphone.” Clarke extended her hand.

Lexa pulled out her phone and unlocked it. The blonde chuckled as she typed her number in the contact list.

“What?” Lexa crossed her arms defensively.

“Nothing.”

“Spill it, Clarke.”

She finished, returning the phone to Lexa. “You have Poison Ivy as your screen background?”

“Yeah, so what?” Lexa checked the new info. “Clarke Griffin?”

“Yup, that’s me and Harley Quinn is the more badass villain.”

Lexa had never been more offended in her life. “Oh god, get with the winning team here, Clarke. Seriously, Harley? She’s nothing but a puppet for the Joker!”

Clarke grinned mischievously. “I guess I’ll have to teach you who's on the losing team.”

In the blink of an eye, Clarke stepped into her personal space and claimed her lips. It was a very brief chaste kiss, just lip against lip, but it was like Lexa had been burnt. As if the oxygen had been sucked out of her lungs and the only thing that kept her alive were those soft, warm, lips.

“Thank you for the ride.” Clarke giggled taking two steps back, she turned on her heel and went to hitch a cab.

Lexa touched her lips not believing what just happened, the tingling left was warm and fuzzy. It was such a long time since she kissed someone, but this sensation was new to her.

A good kind of new.

Except it was with the girl who assumed she was Alexis, whom Clarke met at a nightclub and not awkward, lesbian disaster Lexa.

“Well, shit.”

4. Like an Open Wound:

“Clarke, I didn’t push you away because I wanted to be professional. I should but... It’s because I-” Lexa hesitated and Clarke wondered who was this Lexa who faltered with words and looked suddenly shy. “Because you’re you.”

“Wanheda, I know.” Clarke dejected. “Your assignment.”

“I told you that you weren’t just an assignment to me.” Lexa sighed in resignation. “I’m sorry, Clarke. I never meant to hurt you with my actions.” Lexa offered a small sad smile that broke Clarke’s heart. Lexa turned on her heel and began to leave the room.

“Lexa, wait!” Clarke tried to reach Lexa before the woman left her bedroom.

Her jealousy - because she was very sure that’s what she felt for Costia now - blinded her completely to what she was really feeling for the brunette. And of course, she misinterpreted Lexa’s words as well. Lexa had been saying something to her in her own Lexa way - between words - and it wasn't until now that she removed the jealousy fold from her eyes that she could see Lexa again.

Lexa and her weren’t so different at all.

Both were lonely, suffered deep loss and cared too much.

Weakness, Lexa called it.

Clarke called it strength.

In the end it was the same thing.

Wasn’t it?

There was only one way for Clarke to find out.

Clarke skipped the last steps to reach Lexa, cupped her face gently and closed the distance between them.

Her lips touched Lexa’s, and it was like everything was right in the world. Lexa was clearly caught by surprise, however, the tension slowly started to leave the brunette. Clarke felt Lexa melt into the kiss and open up to her, finally lowering her shields completely. Clarke took it as a positive signal to deepen the kiss, her hands moving to entangle into the soft chestnut braids and the baby hairs on the nape of her neck to pull Lexa closer, to eliminate any space left between them. Lexa’s hands were quick to find an anchor in Clarke’s lower back, keeping her steady and secure.

Nothing could have prepared Clarke for the sensations she felt by pressing her lips ever so softly against Lexa’s plump lips. It was out of this world, her heart was beating so fast, it felt as if it was going to jump out of her chest; but soon she felt the change in Lexa. The tightness of her jaw and neck so Clarke pulled away.

“I- I can’t...” Lexa said. “I’m sorry, Ms. Griffin.”  Her demeanor was back to the cold, stoic, emotionless woman. Her walls were so high that right now it was an impossible task to go through them.

She didn’t give a chance to Clarke to say anything else. Lexa was out of her room leaving her with nothing but want and regret.

[macolethings]

10 years of Clexa kisses - 5

Happy Clexaweek25! In honor of the 10 year anniversary of the Clexa kiss, I'm posting a collection of Clexa first kisses from my fics for Clexaweek25 <3

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Clarke had been dozing lightly, drifting in that cherished limbo somewhere between awake and asleep, Lexa’s words guiding her like a safe harbor. 

And then her next words, spoken with uncharacteristic hesitation followed by a gruff clearing of her throat, changed everything.

“She kissed me silently.”

Clarke’s eyes had flown open. She peered down from where her head was propped on Lexa’s shoulder, her heart stuttering in her chest as she focused on the words printed on the paper moments before Lexa said them aloud.

"I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on."

"I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."

How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!”

Lexa paused when Clarke took an audible, sharp intake of breath, and Clarke cursed herself for a moment because she didn’t want Lexa to stop. But she could feel the weight of her uncertain stare, so she tilted her head, craning back to meet her gaze, and a thrill wracked through her when their eyes met. It was a calm, breezy day, barely a cloud in the sky, but suddenly it felt as though thunder could rumble and lightning strike at any moment.

“What?” Lexa said, voice small.

“She kissed her,” Clarke said dumbly, cursing herself for her lack of wit. Her face warmed, touched with embarrassment. 

Lexa swallowed, green eyes flitting between each of Clarke’s as though searching for something. “Yes.”

Clarke paused, her heart thundering. She struggled to control her breathing. “They...they are both women, are they not?” She may not have paid as much attention to this book as she could have in favor of napping, but she was fairly certain of this. 

Lexa swallowed again, and Clarke was enchanted and besotted by the dusting of pink on her cheeks. “Yes.” 

She kissed her.

Clarke’s gaze drifted, as it was already wont to do, but typically not so openly. Lexa’s lips were full and pink and beautiful, and Clarke had felt their softness on her countless times before, however fleeting. Kisses to the top of her head, to her hand, even on occasion to her cheeks. But never on her mouth. Her body seized and burned with the ache coursing through her at the thought, the need. She realized all at once that Lexa was still staring at her, and panic struck high in her chest; she promptly dipped her head down, hiding her face in the curve of Lexa’s neck, shaking in response to the hitch of breath Lexa gave.

For a long moment they were silent, still, uncertain, until Clarke couldn’t stand the tension in the air any longer. 

“Keep reading,” she whispered.

It took another moment, but Lexa did. Cleared her throat first, and quietly read out,  “Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.”

Clarke’s face burned against Lexa’s skin, and Lexa’s wild curls tickled her nose. She couldn’t stop herself from pressing her trembling hand to the one Lexa had clenched in a fist atop her thigh. She could feel Lexa’s whole frame shaking against her, and without thought Clarke tipped her chin up to press what was meant to be a soothing, placating kiss to any part of Lexa she could reach; she landed on the column of Lexa’s throat, and her heart thudded at the fact that she could feel Lexa’s pulse thrumming wildly just beneath her flesh.

Lexa continued to read, her voice rough, lower than Clarke had ever heard it.

“Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. "Darling, darling," she murmured, "I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so."

The words echoed within Clarke, rebounding in the confines of her skull, singing out a chorus in the caverns of her chest. It was instinct, the way she pressed more firmly against Lexa. The way she sought out more of her, nose trailing the arch of her neck and the hard line of her jaw, the high hollow of her cheek, and finally, the soft tip of her nose. All Clarke could hear was the rushing in her ears as she struggled to open her eyes; when she did, all she could see was Lexa, less than an inch away and closer than Clarke had ever been to her, her brow creased with something akin to desperation, her lips parted, rapid breaths puffing warm over Clarke’s lips.

She kissed her.

It was as easy and natural as anything else Clarke had ever done by instinct. As simple as breathing. She didn’t know who closed the gap, but one moment they were both breathing one another in and the next, their mouths were pressed together. Lexa was impossibly soft against her, warm, and Clarke realized all at once that she was wrong about breathing being easy before. She felt as though she had never breathed properly until this moment, which made little sense considering how much difficulty she was having sucking air into her lungs, but she would happily remain here like this, motionless, pressed into Lexa, propping herself up with one hand on Lexa’s knee and the other clenched tightly over Lexa’s fist, their mouths fixed perfectly together.

But all too soon, the need for air won out, and she and Lexa broke apart. They remained close for a while longer, ragged breaths mixing, foreheads resting together, until Clarke managed to force her eyes to open and she found Lexa already watching her with a particularly dark shade of green Clarke had only ever seen on a handful of occasions. She very nearly kissed her again, except then Lexa blinked, and blinked once more, before drawing back and putting space between them. She pulled her arm free from beneath Clarke’s grip as she hauled herself to her feet, bracing against the tree trunk when she swayed unsteadily.

Her Echoes Within Me

[macolethings]

Celebrating 10 years of Clexa and 10 years of their kisses, im joining in to share my favorite kisses from my own stories. Im inviting anyone else who wants to join in to do it so we can all revisit and enjoy all our favorite kisses.

I feel like I have so many shots and universe that I can't even remember most first kisses! 😅

Asked not to is a light fic turned dark, the plot got heavy pretty quickly making it challenging to keep their relationship light, it took me a long time to finish part two but it's here that I wrote two of my favorite scenes, one of them, their first kiss.

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"Shut up!"

"I need you to understand-" she didn't care either.

"I know, Lexa! God damn it, just shut up!" Clarke snapped again, turning around mid sentence and throwing her arms in the air as she walked into her room.

Lexa took a step into the room, not ready to give up, and then another just to make a point "You're not listening to me" she said quieter, softer even, still exasperated though.

"I don't want to listen to you!"

"You should!" Lexa raised her voice too, and Clarke turned to her angrily, it was hard to tell which of them was more stubborn.

"I'm beyond pissed right now Lexa! Just shut the fuck up!"

"I'm not leaving until-yphm" her words get cut by lips crashing against hers as hands roughly shoving her back slam the door closed with her body.

Lexa stays quiet even when those lips let go of hers, there's a pause filled with heavy breaths. She's aware of her hands holding Clarke's hips; she remembers they're both at the very least tipsy and that they were in the middle of and argument. Still, staring at the beauty mark above Clarke's parted lips, all she can think about is having them back on hers. She feels the meaning more than hears the breathless spoken words "I said shut up" before her wished are fulfilled and Clarke captured her lips her again.

[macolethings]

Clexaweek2025

This year marks the 9th Clexaweek (more Clexa "Day" now), but the 10th anniversary of the Clexa kiss!

This year is continuing the new tradition from last year: rather than assigning themes to the days, it's a free for all on March 3rd. Post whatever you want! Create something new, or update a Work in Progress. Share and support each other's work, leave comments, share fic recs and reblog your favorite art. In honor of the 10th anniversary of the kiss, feel free to either create new fics, drabble, one shots, art, etc of a Clexa kiss. You can also share previous kisses you've written.

If you would like to make something new and want a theme - you can send me an ask for a prompt idea, or feel free to check out years worth of prompts here.

Guidelines for posting here.

To view previous clexaweeks, here's a link.

In these times, Clexa remains a light in the dark. Your contributions to the fandom are beyond appreciated. Thank you for keeping Clexa alive with your creations- and giving people something that brings them joy.

May your 2025 only get better <3

[macolethings]

In honor of Clexa's ten year anniversary of their first kiss, @thatonewherelexasachef is sharing some favorite Clexa's kisses from their own stories (from the greats like Quality Ingredients, Might as Well, Slopes, and Rock & Roll).

I think this is a fantastic idea, so I hope Melissa doesn’t mind me jumping on the bandwagon and sharing the first kiss from my story Sonraun Rein Kiken (A Life Worth Living)!

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“Please do not carry this guilt anymore,” she whispered. “We have apologized to one another and moved passed it.”

Lexa’s care brought on more tears. This woman, who carries so much, was now trying to alleviate Clarke���s burdens. The fierce warrior who people cower in front of stood before her with such great care and kindness, only wanting to make Clarke feel better.

Ever respectful, and receiving no response from Clarke, Lexa lowers her hand to step away. The loss of the hand spurs Clarke to move, as she reaches up and places Lexa’s hand back onto her face and takes a step forward into her space. A hint of surprise flashes in Lexa’s eyes, but she doesn’t move, except for a quick glance towards Clarke’s lips.

The slip confirmed everything Clarke needed to know. Reaching out with her right hand, she pulls Lexa in by the waist before closing the distance and pressing her lips to Lexa’s. The movement is slow as Clarke waits for Lexa to register what is happening and reciprocate. Lexa doesn’t deepen the kiss, but Clarke can feel herself getting pulled in closer by the hand on her face.

Nervous that she misinterpreted the flirting and increasing touches, Clarke pulls away to check on Lexa. Frozen on the spot, the only signs of Lexa being conscious is the tear rolling down her cheek and the quivering of her chin. Her eyes finally catch Clarke’s and widen before looking back down at her lips and up again. Lexa opens her mouth, maybe to ask a question, but Clarke can read the “is ‘yet’ now?” in her eyes. Clarke nods and it’s all the confirmation Lexa needs to kiss her again.

This time, there is no hesitation on Lexa’s part as she pulls Clarke into her embrace; her lips crashing into Clarke's. Clarke enjoys the feel of Lexa’s hands holding either side of her head and pulling her closer. Her heart is racing faster than it was when they were doing warmups, and this time it’s worth it. Lexa’s lips are soft, her kiss almost too delicate for what Clarke needed. Wanting to keep the moment going, Clarke pressed into Lexa more.

When Lexa eventually pulls away, Clarke realizes she has never seen a more beautiful sight. Lexa’s eyes, still covered in a sheen of tears, are a bright, almost emerald green. The unbidden smile on her face is beaming, and try as she might, the woman can’t seem to stop it. All Clarke can do is smile back.

“I still want to go over a few things for you to practice on your own.” Lexa said with some remorse to her tone.

“Ooorrr… we could,” Clarke stopped short before pushing a fallen strand of hair behind Lexa’s ear. As much as she wanted to learn how to protect herself, she had found a new, more exciting hobby

[macolethings]

In honor of Clexa's ten year anniversary of their first kiss, I'm queueing up some of my favorites of my Clexa's kisses. Next up, in Quality Ingredients, Chef Lexa and Dr. Griffin make things official by mistake in New York:

After the restaurant closed around midnight, they meandered back to the hotel bar.  Clarke threaded her fingers between Lexa’s and they snuggled close together on the cold November night.  Just as Clarke turned to Lexa and laughed at her story about her evening reservation, a young man hurrying past them banged into her by accident and knocked her back a few steps.

“Oof!” Clarke let out a surprised gasp and regained her step.

“Hey!” Lexa snapped.

“Why don’t you tell your girlfriend to watch out!” He snapped back at her.

“Why don’t you watch out for my girlfriend, asshole!” Lexa stood up a little straighter and puffed up her chest.

“Fuck off!” He waved a hand at her and resumed his hurried walk down the sidewalk.

“Are you alright?” Lexa turned to Clarke who was grinning ear to ear.

“I’m fine, Lexa,” Clarke assured her with a squeeze of her bicep as she took up her position cuddled into her side.  It hadn’t gone unnoticed at all that Lexa called Clarke her girlfriend.  It sounded genuine and normal falling out of Lexa’s mouth.  The good kind of possessive.  It shot a jolt up Clarke’s spine. Lexa huffed and muttered something under her breath as they approached the doors to the hotel.

“You know,” Lexa trailed off.  Clarke wondered if Lexa even realized she’d said it.  She didn’t show any signs of it.  It felt right.  It passed between them like it was supposed to be there.  “They have a champagne bar in this hotel.”

“Do they?”  Clarke perked up.

“Do you want to check it out?”  Lexa asked, leading Clarke through the lobby.

“I think champagne would be appropriate since we’re celebrating and all,” Clarke said with a smug smile.  She couldn’t let it go unacknowledged.  She could play it off as a joke if it didn’t go well.

“Celebrating?” Lexa furrowed her brow and turned towards Clarke with a confused little smile.

“I didn’t realize you were publicly officially calling me your girlfriend now,” Clarke smirked.  Lexa’s face fell.

“Well, I,” Lexa tried, but no words came.  “I mean,” Lexa tried again. 

“Unless that was a mistake,” Clarke softened her smirk to a genuine and reassuring smile.  She was giving Lexa an out while simultaneously telling her she was interested.

“It wasn’t a mistake at all,” Lexa matched her smile.  “Unless you want it to have been a mistake?”

“Not remotely,” Clarke leaned in for a soft kiss.  “Which way to the champagne bar?”

“Right this way,” Lexa gestured dramatically.

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In honor of Clexa's ten year anniversary of their first kiss, I'm queueing up some of my favorites of my Clexa's kisses. I'm just doing the whole scene of one of my very favorites from Quality Ingredients that comes when they finally say it out loud:

Lexa woke up early.  She wasn’t quite sure what time it was.  She was careful not to disturb Clarke as she slipped out of bed and into some clothes. 

The storm came in the night.  Eight inches of fluffy white snow coated the city.  Lexa sipped from her coffee and watched it out the window while her mind swam in last night’s lovemaking. 

She knew her driveway well enough to know that if she didn’t get ahead of it, it would be a mess all winter long.  She trudged to the laundry room for her winter coat, mittens and her boots and paused.

All of her laundry was done and folded neatly in baskets. 

Clarke did her laundry while she was gone.

Her Houm jackets were sparkling white.  Lexa’s eyes fell on the bleach above the washer and Clarke’s claim of making an amazing wife one day rattled around in her head.  She shook it off and headed out the back door to the shed to get her snowblower started.

It took her a little more than an hour to get the drive way, the sidewalks and the stairs to both entrances cleaned up to her liking.  Much like everything else in her life, Lexa had a foolproof system and extremely high standards of perfection for the snow removal process.  When she turned the snowblower off for the last time, she could hear music playing in the kitchen.  Lexa paused at the back door when she walked in.

 Clarke was awake.

She was in her underwear and one of Lexa’s flannels and a pair of slippers.  Her hair was tired back loosely.  It was a mess.  She had make up on from the night before.  Lexa could smell something cooking.  Clarke was doing dishes and belting out the words to The Jackson Five’s ‘I Want You Back’ with her eyes closed using a dirty spatula as a microphone.

She was beautiful.  

She was perfect.  

She was everything.

She was going to make an amazing wife one day.

“Clarke,” Lexa tried in an attempt not to startled her. 

Lexa took her jacket off and shook the snow off of it.  Clarke kept right on singing.  She didn’t hear Lexa come in over the stereo.

“Clarke,” Lexa tried again a little louder.  She approached her from behind.  Clarke jumped when Lexa touched her and let out a squeal.

“Holy shit, Lexa!” Clarke spun around in her arms.  “You’re freezing!”  Clarke gasped.  Lexa’s knit cap was covered in snow.  She had a sweater on over a flannel and jeans and hadn’t bothered to take her wet boots off.  Her cheeks and nose were rosy from the cold.  She pulled Clarke closer despite her icy hands and kissed her hard and long and slow and felt Clarke soften in her embrace.  “Mm,” Clarke smiled up at her and held onto the front of Lexa’s sweater.  “What was that for?”

“I love you.”

Lexa held her breath. 

Clarke opened her mouth to say something, then closed it.  Her eyes looked soft.  Her cheeks pinked.  She looked so utterly thrilled, but she didn’t say anything.  She pulled Lexa back in by the font of her sweater for another kiss.

“I love you too,” Clarke finally got out in a hoarse whisper before wrapping her arms around Lexa’s neck and deepening her kisses.

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In honor of Clexa's ten year anniversary of their first kiss, I'm queueing up some of my favorites of my Clexa's kisses. A series of practice kisses for the fake lovers of Might As Well that turn out not to be so bad after all:

“Are you two coming?” Anya asked over her shoulder as they headed up the front walk of Octavia and Lincoln’s building.  Lexa and Clarke were hand in hand dragging behind.

“Can you give us a sec?” Clarke asked.  The truly sympathetic need in her eyes gave Anya pause.

“Fine,” Anya nodded once curtly, then punched in the code to the door and let herself in. “If you’re not up there in ten minutes, I’m coming back down.”

“You ready for this?” Clarke asked quietly once Anya was out of sight behind the door.  “Last chance to back out,” she added with a sincere, reassuring smile.  Lexa took a deep breath.  She shook her hands out and bounced foot to foot to loosen herself up.

“I should’ve had another glass of wine,” Lexa whined.

“Look at me,” Clarke said firmly.  Lexa felt the wine she drank earlier slosh through her body when she met eyes with Clarke.  No words came when Clarke rested her hands on Lexa’s waist.  “I’m not me.  You’re not you.  This is all fake. This is all a means to an end. A fun, if not a little weird, thing we’re doing to avoid some unsavory explanations.  We’re going to a few parties and taking a quick trip, and in two weeks we’ll just be friends who had a wild experience together and everything will be normal again.”

“Right,” Lexa snuck out between deep breaths.  “Right.”

“Let’s get this out of the way while we’re alone so the first time doesn’t have to be in front of anyone,” Clarke stretched her neck out and rolled her shoulders.

“Get what out of the way?” Lexa asked. 

Clarke kissed her.

Hard.

Lexa’s pure shock was evident in how stiff she was. Clarke squeezed her closer and laughed against Lexa’s lips.

“And that is exactly why I wanted to get you alone,” Clarke chuckled through a sigh and pointed a finger at Lexa.  “Why are you like this?” Clarke giggled and gave her a little shake to break the tension.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to kiss me?” Lexa snapped.

“Because you probably wouldn’t let me! Loosen the hell up, shake it off, wrap your head around the fact that I’m not me and you’re not you and kiss me again like you fucking mean it,” Clarke ordered.

“Is this what you’re like in relationships?” Lexa yelped. “God, you’re so controlling!”

“Lexa,” Clarke’s face fell flat. “Our relationship is fake.”

“I know!” Lexa huffed. “You’re really nice and you’re cool and you’re fun, and a little too good at this.  It’s confusing.”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Clarke resolved to a patient smile.  “And you’re going to pretend that you like it even if you don’t. Got it?”

“Got it,” Lexa scowled.

“Get over here,” Clarke shook her head and laughed off Lexa’s rigid behavior before kissing her gently this time.

Lexa didn’t have to pretend that she liked it.  She didn’t have to pretend that she wanted her fingers tangled in Clarke’s hair, didn’t have to pretend that Clarke’s lips woke something up inside of her that had been dead, dormant and imprisoned under layers and layers of guilt, repression and regret for years.

She didn’t have to pretend that she was disappointed when Clarke pulled away.

“See?” Clarke shrugged smugly and paired it with a grin.  “Was that so hard?”

“Fake me loved it,” Lexa sighed through the smirk that the real her held back.

“Fake me didn’t think it was so bad, either,” Clarke replied. 

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me reading my fourth longform clexa fic and clarke gets abducted by the ice nation like every other time before

currently reading unbroken by Worldofmyown

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In honor of Clexa's ten year anniversary since their first kiss, I'm queueing up some of my favorites of my Clexa's kisses. First up, my very first Clexa Kiss, Dr. Griffin and Chef Woods out on their first date in Quality Ingredients:

“I’m sorry we got carried away back there.  I didn’t realize how late it was getting,” Lexa tightened her grip around Clarke when she felt her shiver.

“No need for apologies.  I love watching you cook and talk food,” Clarke replied, stifling a chill.

“Yeah?” Lexa turned to look at her.

“Yeah,” Clarke shrugged.  “You’re so comfortable and confident when you do it.  It’s hot.”

“Well,” Lexa nodded her head.  “I’ll just have to make sure and do plenty more of that.”  Clarke swatted her playfully in the stomach and Lexa let out a yelp of laughter.  Her car wasn’t far and they spent the short walk discussing what Clarke liked about Nyko’s food.  Lexa wanted to hear her opinions.

“I’m happy to keep the party going, but your yawns are giving you away, Dr. Griffin,” Lexa chuckled as they approached the car.  She unlocked it and opened Clarke’s door for her.  “I think it would be wise to get you home.”  Lexa rested her forearm on the top of the car door and gestured a hand towards the passenger’s seat.

“I’m sorry to be a party pooper,” Clarke stifled another yawn.

“Hardly,” Lexa gave her a reassuring smile.  “I had a wonderful day with you.”

“Really?” Clarke searched Lexa’s eyes for some kind of line, some kind of flirty bullshit to get this date to the next level.

There was nothing but adoration.

“Definitely,” Lexa couldn’t get rid of her smile if she tried.  “I haven’t laughed like that in a very, very long time.  I honestly can’t remember the last time, so thank you for that,” she replied earnestly.  Clarke furrowed her brow when she found Lexa’s eyes and smile full of honesty.  It had been so long since someone treated her so nicely.  Opened doors for her, picked up checks for her, snuck their arms around her waist without a motive.  Lexa hadn’t even tried to kiss her.  Clarke had made every move. 

It felt so perfect.

“Is something wrong?” Lexa asked carefully as she tried to read the look on Clarke’s face.  “Because I really thought that we were,” Clarke cut her off by grabbing the lapels of Lexa’s blazer with both hands and yanking her into a hard, earnest kiss. 

“We were,” Clarke whispered softly before leaning back in for a softer kiss this time.  Lexa’s hands found Clarke’s waist and pulled her closer.  The tension and the wondering and the second guessing and the mystery of what might happen dissolved into sweet, tentative kisses on the sidewalk on Middle Street.

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someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue

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In honor of Clexa’s first kiss… I’m reblogging this wonderful super cut from syngularitysyn. Please enjoy! It’s phenomenal.

I took one for the team and made a supercut of every Clexa scene in full HD, enjoy.

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Chapter Five is posted!! Read it here.

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Happy third Clexa first kiss anniversary ClexaKru!