#and lexa just smiles because 'what a girl she was'

[cosmopretty]

Little Sister

Nika Mühl x fem

warnings: none

Part two: little sister pt2

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Getting offered a scholarship to UConn Juilliard and was shocking for you. So shocking you forgot to mention it to anyone, including your own family. You didn’t know what you were going to choose and didn’t want everyone butting in on your decisions. Right now your older sister Paige had a few of her teammates over in her house in Minnesota where she lived with you and your younger brother drew and dad.

Instead of being home where Paige and her friends were watching some basketball game you went out with your best friend Lexa. Both of you decided that to just go get some food together at Canes. You left your phone in her car while you both sat and ate in the air conditioned fast food restaurant.

Drew walks into the living room where Paige, Nika, KK, Ice and Caroline sat watching the game. He looks at Paige “You got mail from UConn I think” he hands her the folder with your name on the back that he didn’t notice neither did Paige.

The blonde opens up the folder just to gasp when she sees your name on the files. Nika pauses the game and looks over Paige’s shoulder her eyes widening “Another Bueckers at UConn damn” the Croatian girl says.

Right when she says that you walk into your house after Lexa drops you off. Drew jumps up and down and hugs you “Congratulations Y/N” you furrow your brows and hug your little brother back.

Paige hold the folder and your eyes widen “That’s mine” you go to grab it but she holds it above your head using her height to her advantage.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got a scholarship for dance” Paige says trying her hardest not to get mad at you for hiding it.

Your groan “It’s no ones business I don’t even know if I’m going anyways” you try to grab it again but you give up and walk away from them all and go to your room slamming the door behind you.

Paige scoffs and goes to follow you but Nika holds her arm back “Let me talk to her” the brunette begs. Paige rolls her eyes and sits down next to KK.

Nika knocks on your bedroom door and you groan wiping the tears away. You look up at the taller girl standing at your door “What? Here to get mad at me too?” Rolling your eyes you turn away from her and walk back into your room. The basketball player follows you and closes the door behind her.

She sits on top of your vanity and looks at you “Why don’t you wanna go to UConn?” Nika asks.

You turn away from her and look out the window at the birds sitting in the tree. You sniffle and a take a deep breath “I don’t want to be known Paige Bueckers little sister I want my own name for myself not hers” you look away from the window and to the girl sitting on your dresser.

You always had a little crush on Nika but no one knew not even your best friend. You met Nika when Paige started playing basketball for UConn with her, you were only fifteen when you met and she was nineteen so you didn’t try anything with the girl. Now you’re older and so is she but you still didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with her or her relationship with Paige. Your older sister was always very protective of you when it came to relationships because you always picked the wrong people who hurt you.

“Your not just Paige’s little sister I mean your gorgeous and the most sweetest person I’ve ever met and your one hell of a dancer I mean when I see you dance I can’t pull my eyes away from you it’s incredible and your very known for your dancing Y/n not because of Paige because of your talent” Nika says not looking away from you.

You smile and laugh a bit wiping your tears you walk towards her “You think I’m gorgeous” you flirt biting your lip.

What you didn’t expect was for Nika to pull you into a kiss her hands on your cheeks. She pulls away and jump down from the vanity “You the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen” she says honestly her voice quiet as if she didn’t want to scare you away.

You look up at the taller girl your mouth opened in shock “D-Did you know I liked you?” Nika scoffs “Liked?” She asks her head tilting to the side.

“I mean I like you but ho-how did you I mean I don’t know sorry” you stutter falling over your words shaking your head. Nika laughs at your “Your so cute” she says and you blush looking away from the girl.

Nika graps your waist pulling you into her, you slide your hands around her neck and look up at her. She leans down and kisses you again sliding her tongue in your mouth. You kiss back immediately Nika turns you both around and you hop on the vanity sitting where she sat before. You look down at her and pull away from the kiss while she massages your thighs.

“I want to go to UConn if it means I can see you everyday” you say smiling down at her. Nika nods “Yeah well first I gotta take you out on a date” you kiss her cheek and hop down from the vanity. You bubble burst the second you remember Nika is your sisters best friend.

“Fuck my life” you groan and drop down on your bed. Nika furrows her brows confused just a second ago you were happy now she watches your face turn sad, a pout forming on your lips. “What happened?” Nika asks sitting next to you.

“What about Paige?” you ask the older girl sitting next to you. Nika shrugs “What about her?” The Croatian girl asks not understanding what you mean. You look at Nika and scoff “On a scale of one to ten how mad is Paige going to get when she finds out her little sister and best friend are what ever we are?” the gears in Nika’s brain click and she laughs.

“She can get over it I could treat you better than anyone else could” The tall girl scoffs at the idea of Paige trying to keep you both apart. You sigh and Nika pushes down on your bed and gets on top of you. She brushes a strand of your hair from your face and looks down at you “Ne brini dušo moja, bit će dobro, obećavam da se ne opterećuješ” Nika says.

“No idea what you said but sure” you smile at her and she repeats herself in English for you “Dont worry my baby it will be okay I promise dont stress”

You grab her cheek and pull her down into a kiss right when her lips touch yours you slide your tongue in her mouth. Paige opens the door to your room wanting to talk to you just gasp seeing her little sister under her best friend kissing.

“WHAT THE FUCK” Paige yells.

COMMENT IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART TWO OR TURN THIS INTO A SERIES

[butmakeitgayblog]

when do you think clark & lexa officially started falling for each other? we all know lexa fell first & clark fell harder BUT what was the turning point for clark?

Oooo what an interesting thought

For Lexa, I think that's simple. Hers came in 3 pretty easy sequences. I think her physical attraction started at first meeting. Her respect and admiration started when she watched Clarke save Lincoln. But I think she really truly began to fall in love with Clarke the night that Clarke mercy-killed Finn. I think she saw a kindred spirit in Clarke then. She saw so much of her own broken heart in Clarke, as well as her resolve and strength and clever intelligence. She saw the strength of the warrior and the resolve of the leader and the tenderness of Clarke's beating heart, and it was just a moment of realization.

Like, "oh... now I see you..."

As for Clarke, I think arguments could be made for a lot of their moments, but truthfully, I think it really started after Lexa confessed that she had feelings.

Now I'm not saying that was when she was first attracted to Lexa, nor do I think it was the first time she even thought that she felt some undefinable kind of connection to her, NOR do I think it was when she even realized she was falling for her. But I do think it was the first time Clarke really let herself begin to contemplate the idea of what exactly it was that she felt for Lexa. The attraction. The admiration. That pull that always existed so tangibly between them.

I mean, it's such a charged moment, what with her fighting to protect Octavia and feeling as though she's gotten nowhere. And on top of everything, Lexa has the aUDACITY of being shockingly vulnerable and achingly sweet right in the middle of their arguement - right after Clarke has backed her into a table and read her the riot act about feelings and being a coward and goddAmnit Clarke was JUST feeling like a badass bitch in that moment - and Clarke has to immediately pivot away from it to threaten Lexa's secrets as leverage.

She goes from pissed off, to emboldened, to knocked off kilter by this confession, back to pissed off agaain in the span of, what? 20 seconds?

And yet.

And yet and yet and yet!

When she stomps outside in a huff of righteous indignation, what does she do?

She stops and looks back at Lexa's tent, needing a moment to collect to herself.

That's not the face of someone who is angry. It's barely even a face of relief. No, that's the face of a girl trying very hard to hold her shit together. To steady her resolve. Her ass was shooketh by that confession from Lexa, and while she kept her focus on the goal in the moment, Lexa absolutely knocked Clarke emotionally on her ass to the point that the second she was out of eyesight, Clarke was damn near spinning out.

The girl was a tiny rumpled mess of nerves and adrenaline and Feelings™

And I don't think she ever truly recovered from that moment. You see it moving forward in her increased comfort in Lexa's space. Even with her 'not yet' you don't see her actually pull away from Lexa. If anything, you see that admiration grow. From when they give the plans for their siege with her standing shoulder to shoulder with Lexa (and also stealing sneaky looks wE SEE YOU wanheda 👀), to admitting that Lexa has changed the way she thought about Grounders, to practically holding Lexa's hand when they try and push the button to blow the door open. It's these minute moments of them sharing half smiles and energy exchanges that, while innocent, still feel more charged and poignant than just leaders readying for battle.

Because they were.

And I think she, like Lexa, had every intention of exploring whatever it was between them further once the mountain had fallen.

But... then the betrayal happen.

[lexa-griffins]

How does Clarke get back at brat!Lexa when she flaunts her body in this new bikini and taunts her

Lexa is standing in the middle of the pool, phone in hand, angled down towards her as she tries to get the full shot. She knows Clarke is behind her, setting up the drinks to be used for the pool party Lexa organized. Lexa is sure to move, giving Clarke a full view of her colorful bikini, posing more for her than to the camera.

Receiving no reaction from the girl who seems to bot even care as she scrubs the glasses clean, Lexa hits record on her phone. If Clarke pays her no attention, she knows of countless girls who will.

Lexa is staring at the camera, focused on what she is saying, flirting with the camera really as she films a quick video to send to a group chat of people who barely talk at all. That is when she sees Clarke approaching her from behind on the phone screen. As she does, Lexa tries to turn around only for Clarke to force her to look forward immediately, one hand palming the underneath of her chin, the other sneaking below her skirt and toying with her clit above the fabric of her bikini bottoms.

"Keep filming." Clarke whispers on her ear, bitting it for effect. Lexa does. Arm stretched as she stares at her in her phone, red painting her face flush, lips parted as the not quite good enoigh pressure Clarke applies.

She watches as her chest is forced out of her top, the fabric underneath her breasts forcing them to spill out, moving with each breath of hers.

Clarke's hand is obvious beneath the thin fabric of her wrap around skirt, unable to hide her movements. She feels Clarke's hard cock against her ass, trapped by the khaki shorts she wears. She presses against it, staring at her own grin when Clarke's face turns into a quiet moan. Not a second later she sees her own mouth let out a moan as Clarke moves her bottoms to the side, unceremoniously shoving two fingers inside her already wet cunt. On the screen, Clarke now free dick pokes between Lexa's legs, visible against the fabric of her skirt.

"You like looking at yourself being fucked." Clarke is not praising. Instead it sounds like an insult.

Still, Lexa takes it as the praise she craves, "I do."

Clarke chuckles darkly, her dick replacing her fingers, hands firmly on Lexa's hips forcing her body against hers with each thrust, the whole video on the screen shaking with them.

"I knew you would of self centred slut." She’s reprimending her and yet the entire sentence just makes Lexa hornier.

"And fucking love it."

It earns her Clarke's hand around her throat, bending her ever so slightly. Lexa lifts her arm, trying - and failing - to film Clarke's brutal pace inside of her.

"Look at the camera." Clarke orders. Lexa does as she's told, "Tell your little rich friends what a slut you are."

Lexa chuckles mid moan, "They know."

A smack to her breast "Tell them."

"Im a-" She sees herself lose it. And it's true. Lexa is self obsessed. Because the moment she sees the bliss on her face as her orgasm arrives along side Clarke's she cums harder, "slut!" The word is barely noticeable as its swallowed by a moan.

When she looks back at the screen, it's just her, her tits out as red from the smack. Her skirt syained with cum, an obvious line of white dripping down her leg. The tremble to her thighs, her wetness on her lips, a hand mark on her throat. Lexa smiles at herself on the video, bringing a finger between her legs and lifting it to her mouth, moaning at the image that films her in real time.

"Bye." It's all she says to the camera before clicking the button to stop recording.

The video is saved but not sent. At night Lexa will watch it time and time again, her eyes shifting between staring at Clarke and herself as she cums by her own hand.

[rosapexa]

October 21st 2081

"Can't believe you really got me a ring."

Lexa couldn't stop looking at her new wedding ring and she also couldn't stop smiling. Shit, she felt like one of those dumb girls, who never wanted anything more, than to marry their fairy tale prince. And usually she would be disgusted by those thoughts and girls.

But not today. Today she allowed herself to be such a dumb and happy girl, because she got married. She married the love of her life.

And Lexa had no idea, that this could happen when she got up in the morning. Or that she even wanted it to happen.

As usual Johnny, Lexa and of course Salem started their day with a breakfast together. It became a very important ritual to them. "Any plans for today?" Johnny asked her. "Nah, not really. You?" Johnny looked at her for a couple of seconds, took a bite from his sandwich and then, like it was the most casual thing in the world, asked: "Wanna get married?"

Lexa choked on her coffee. "Very funny, Rockerboy." Johnny just looked at her. He smiled. But it wasn't a smile, like he just told a good joke. It was more like a "Just answer the question" smile. Did he really expect an answer? A serious answer?

"Wait." Lexa was confused. "Are you... Like... serious?"

Johnny just nodded. "Yeah." Lexa still didn't know, what to think or say. "Look, Maelstrom, i love you." Johnny continued. "We will spend the rest of our lifes together anyway. And... Fuck, i can't believe myself i'm saying this, but i want you and me to be official. I want a fucking official paper, that says you're mine and i'm yours." Johnny took a deep breath and another bite. "We're not making a big deal out of it. We're just going to the courthouse, say yes, sign the papers, grab something to eat and then..." He couldn't surpress a cheeky smirk. "Wedding Night."

Lexa stared at Johnny with her mouth open. He just proposed. Kinda. And now he just continued eating his sandwich. Totally relaxed.

Mostly at least. But Lexa knew her man. Behind that smile there was more. Did he really wanted this? Was this maybe even important to him?

Lexa never thought about marriage at all, not even with Johnny. It was pointless in her eyes. Of course he was right, him and her that was forever. He knew it and she knew it. But she never wanted or needed a document that offcially said so. At least until now. But for whatever bizarre reason, now that Johnny brought it up, she had to admit it sounded pretty amazing. "His wife". Honestly the thought that she would be his wife was exciting.

Johnny's wife. Mrs Silverhand. Why the fuck did that sound so good all of a sudden?

"And?" Johnny looked at her like he tried to read her mind, because her face was probably pretty blank. "Or do you have anything better to do?" Lexa still tried to sort her thoughts. Fuck, this man was the only one who ever could leave her speechless. Even make her feel, like her brain short circuits sometimes. And this in the most affectionate way, because that was one of the reasons why she fell in love with him. No one made her feel like he did. Made her love. So... Why not?

Lexa sighed and smiled as well now. "I'm not wearing a dress though!" Johnny's smile got bigger. "And i'm not wearing a suit."

"Ok, then." Lexa got up, went around the table and kissed him. "Then let's get married."

Allthough Johnny asked her, if she wanted to get married today, Lexa didn't actually think, that he meant today. Like in "put on some clothes and let's go to the courthouse now" today. On the other hand why was she surprised. If Johnny got something in his head, he never had the patience to wait until he got it. He just went ahead. Head first through the wall, if necessary. Of course it wasn't any different this time.

So here they were now. At the courthouse. Waiting to get married. They didn't have an apointment. But Lexa covinced (as in "leave or die") another couple to reschedule their wedding, so they could have their spot.

The officiant was kinda annoyed that he had to change all his documents and plans, but just went with it. Because honestly he didn't have a choice.

Lexa and Johnny didn't make any vows and told the officiant to keep things short. They just said their "I Do" 's and signed the papers.

After all was done and Lexa wanted to turn around to leave, Johnny stopped her. "Wait. I have something for you." He searched a little bit in the pocket of his pants and then fished out a ring. A delicate silver ring made of infinity symbols.

He held his right hand out and Lexa put her left hand into his. "So, it wasn't as spontaneous as i thought?" She watched him while he put the ring on her finger. "Well, today totally spontaneous. But i have the ring since a little while." He admitted.

"Then you also now have to kiss the bride!" She pulled him close to her and kissed him long.

Until they heard the officiant clear his throat. The smile on the poor guy's face was kinda forced and it was obvious he just hoped, they would leave. Like 90% of the people, who crossed their ways.

And because it was their happy day, it way his lucky day. So they left.

And now they were sitting at one of their favorite spots in Night City. Chinese take out was their wedding feast, donuts were their wedding cake and a bottle of Tequila was... Well, for later. And it was perfect the way it was.

"You really got me a wedding ring!" Lexa was very much in love with her ring, that her husband got her. "Of course. We might be anything but traditional, but a ring for my wife is a must. And it looks good on you, Mrs Silverhand."

They both stared for a while on her ring and then just had to laugh. THEY, the Rockerboy terrorist and the Maelstrom killer, got married! THEY, the couple no one thought would last and everyone thought would end with her killing him (yeah, there were bets), got married! And they were sitting here gushing over it. Behaving like dumb fucking teenagers. But that was ok today. More than ok.

They finished their food and Johnny then got up, took the bottle and reached his hand to his wife. "So... I think it's time to go home." There it was again: That smirk. "Yeah? Any plans for tonight?" Lexa couldn't surpress a smile either. Johnny quickly kissed her hand. "Oh, a lot of plans. The whole night."

And honestly Lexa couldn't wait either to be finally alone with her husband.

[reallygroovyninja]

Naughty or Nice

The soft glow of the Christmas tree lights bathed the room in a warm, golden hue, casting shadows on the walls. Clarke sat sprawled on the couch, her arms draped lazily over the backrest, a smug grin tugging at her lips. She watched as Lexa methodically stacked the neatly wrapped gifts under the tree, her movements precise and deliberate. 

“You know,” Clarke drawled, her voice laced with mischief, “if you’re aiming for Santa’s good list, you’re going to have to work harder than that. He’s pretty strict about perfection.” 

Lexa turned slowly, fixing Clarke with a pointed look. Her green eyes sparkled with an intensity that made Clarke’s grin falter. “And what about you?” Lexa said, her tone light but dangerous. “Do you think you’ve earned a spot on the nice list this year?” 

Clarke leaned forward, her grin returning as she rested her elbows on her knees. “Nice? Me? I’m more of a… naughty list kind of girl. Someone’s gotta keep things interesting.” 

Lexa crossed her arms, tilting her head as if considering something. “Interesting,” she echoed, her lips quirking in a small smirk. “Is that what you call eating all the gingerbread cookies I made? Or leaving your clothes on the chair instead of putting them in the hamper?” 

Clarke chuckled, unrepentant. “Come on, babe. You love it when I keep you on your toes.” 

“Oh, is that so?” Lexa’s voice was softer now, but her smirk deepened. She took a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze locked on Clarke. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” 

Clarke’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “I know I am.” 

Lexa stopped just in front of Clarke, leaning down so their faces were only inches apart. Her voice dropped to a near whisper. “Well, someone’s been very naughty this year. And naughty alphas don’t just get away with it.” 

Clarke raised a brow, her breath catching slightly at the shift in Lexa’s tone. “Oh yeah? What happens to them?” 

Lexa’s hand shot out, gripping Clarke’s chin firmly but not harshly, tilting her head up. “They get taught a lesson,” she said, her voice low and commanding. 

A flicker of excitement danced in Clarke’s eyes as she licked her lips. “You gonna teach me, Lexa?” 

Lexa’s smirk turned wicked as she pushed Clarke back against the couch, climbing into her lap with a fluid grace that made Clarke’s heart race. “Oh, you can count on it,” Lexa purred, her lips brushing against Clarke’s ear before trailing down to her neck. 

Clarke groaned, her hands instinctively gripping Lexa’s hips, but Lexa pulled back, shaking her head. “No,” she said firmly. “You don’t get to touch unless I say so.” 

Clarke swallowed hard, her cocky grin slipping into something softer, more eager. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Lexa’s smile widened as she leaned in, her lips hovering just over Clarke’s. “Good. Because by the time I’m done, you’ll think twice about being naughty again.” 

Then she kissed her, slow and deep, making Clarke forget every playful retort she’d been about to make. Clarke melted into the kiss, her earlier bravado slipping away as Lexa took her time.  

Each movement of Lexa’s lips was deliberate, a slow dance that left Clarke breathless. When Lexa finally pulled back, her green eyes were sharp and filled with intent, leaving no doubt about who was in charge. 

Lexa slid her hands down Clarke’s chest, her nails lightly grazing the fabric of Clarke’s shirt, making the alpha shiver. “You like to push limits,” Lexa murmured, her voice almost a purr. “But tonight, Clarke, you’ll learn exactly where those limits are.” 

Clarke’s breath hitched as Lexa shifted her weight, pressing her hips down just enough to tease. “And what if I like breaking the rules?” Clarke quipped, her voice rougher now, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. 

Lexa’s hand shot out, tangling in Clarke’s hair and pulling her head back gently but firmly. The action sent a jolt of heat through Clarke’s body, making her pulse quicken. “Then I’ll just have to break you of that habit,” Lexa said, her lips brushing against Clarke’s jaw, her words a soft warning. 

The alpha let out a shaky laugh. “You talk a big game, babe.” 

Lexa’s lips curved into a smirk as she leaned closer, her mouth grazing the shell of Clarke’s ear. “Oh, Clarke,” she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down Clarke’s spine. “You’ve only seen the beginning.” 

Lexa slid off Clarke’s lap with feline grace, standing tall and holding out her hand. Her commanding presence was magnetic, and Clarke felt compelled to take it, rising from the couch without hesitation. Lexa led her toward their bedroom, the anticipation thick in the air. 

Once inside, Lexa turned, her hands immediately going to the hem of Clarke’s shirt. “Arms up,” she ordered softly. 

Clarke obeyed without question, lifting her arms so Lexa could pull the shirt over her head. Lexa’s hands roamed across Clarke’s bare skin, her touch light but purposeful, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “You’re so used to being in control,” Lexa murmured, her fingers tracing the line of Clarke’s jaw. “But not tonight.” 

Clarke let out a soft groan, her knees feeling weak as Lexa’s lips found the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. “Whatever you say, Lex,” Clarke breathed, her voice thick with arousal. 

Lexa pulled back just enough to meet Clarke’s gaze, her eyes dark with promise. “Oh, you’re going to be saying a lot more than that before I’m done.” 

With that, Lexa pushed Clarke gently onto the bed, her movements precise and confident. Clarke sank into the mattress, her heart pounding as she watched Lexa move with the quiet authority. 

Lexa climbed onto the bed, straddling Clarke’s hips and pinning her wrists above her head. “Let’s start your lesson, shall we?” Lexa said, her voice low and teasing as she leaned down, capturing Clarke’s lips in another searing kiss. 

This time, there was no slow build. Lexa kissed her with intent, her body pressing down firmly against Clarke’s, leaving no room for escape—not that Clarke wanted one. 

Clarke tried to shift under Lexa, testing the grip on her wrists, but Lexa held her firmly in place. “Don’t even think about it,” Lexa murmured against Clarke’s lips, her tone a perfect blend of command and playfulness. “You’re not in charge tonight, remember?” 

Clarke’s pulse quickened, and she grinned up at Lexa, the corners of her mouth tugging upward despite her best efforts. “Maybe I just wanted to see how strong you really are.” 

Lexa narrowed her eyes, a playful spark dancing in their depths. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” With that, she shifted her weight, pinning Clarke’s wrists with one hand while her free hand roamed down Clarke’s body, her touch agonizingly slow. 

Clarke’s breath hitched as Lexa’s fingers traced the curve of her collarbone, then slid lower, skimming over her chest. Lexa’s movements were deliberate, calculated, as if she were savoring the anticipation building between them. 

“You talk so much for someone who’s completely at my mercy,” Lexa teased, her voice soft but filled with authority. Her hand slipped further down, her nails grazing over Clarke’s stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

“I’m an alpha,” Clarke retorted, her voice slightly strained. “Talking is kind of our thing.” 

Lexa leaned in closer, her lips hovering just over Clarke’s. “Not tonight. Tonight, you’re going to listen.” She pressed her lips to Clarke’s in a kiss that was both commanding and intoxicating, her tongue sweeping against Clarke’s in a way that made the alpha groan softly. 

Clarke couldn’t help herself. She tugged lightly at her pinned wrists, her body instinctively wanting to take charge, but Lexa tightened her grip, her strength surprising. “I said don’t move,” Lexa whispered, her tone sharper this time. “Or this lesson is going to take a lot longer.” 

Clarke stilled, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Lexa smiled, clearly pleased with the obedience. She let go of Clarke’s wrists, sitting back slightly as her hands moved to Clarke’s belt. With deliberate slowness, she unbuckled it, her eyes never leaving Clarke’s. The intensity of her gaze made Clarke feel completely exposed, even though she was still partially clothed. 

Lexa tugged the belt free, tossing it aside before leaning down again, her lips brushing against Clarke’s jaw. “You’re going to be good now, aren’t you?” 

Clarke swallowed hard, her voice coming out rough. “I’ll try.” 

Lexa chuckled softly, her breath warm against Clarke’s skin. “Oh, you’ll do more than try. Trust me.” 

Her hands moved lower, her touch igniting a fire everywhere she went. Clarke let out a low groan, her earlier confidence giving way to a need she could no longer suppress. Lexa’s control over her was intoxicating, and she realized she didn’t want it any other way. 

Lexa leaned back, her smirk returning as she studied Clarke beneath her. “Good. Now, let’s see if you’ve really learned your lesson.” 

Clarke’s breath caught as Lexa’s hands moved with deliberate slowness, her fingertips teasing against the waistband of Clarke’s jeans. The intensity in Lexa’s gaze pinned her in place as effectively as any physical restraint. Clarke could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, her body thrumming with anticipation. 

“Lexa,” Clarke murmured, her voice rough and barely audible. 

Lexa tilted her head, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “What was that?” she asked, her tone deceptively sweet. “Did you want something, Clarke?” 

Clarke’s jaw tightened, her natural instinct to take control fighting against the magnetic dominance Lexa was exuding. “You know what I want,” she said, her voice low and strained. 

Lexa chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Oh, no, darling. That’s not how this works.” She leaned down, her lips brushing against Clarke’s ear as she whispered, “If you want something, you’re going to have to ask nicely.” 

Clarke let out a quiet growl of frustration, her hands gripping the pillow beneath her head. “Lexa…” 

Lexa pulled back slightly, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “Still not hearing any magic words,” she teased, her hands now undoing the button of Clarke’s jeans with agonizing precision. 

Clarke’s head fell back against the pillow as she let out a ragged sigh. “Please,” she finally ground out, her voice soft but full of need. 

Lexa’s hands moved to the waistband of Clarke’s jeans, her touch light but deliberate. Her eyes flicked up to meet Clarke’s, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “You’ve been so confident all evening,” she murmured, her voice teasing. “Let’s see if that confidence holds up.” 

Clarke’s breath hitched as Lexa slowly began to pull the denim down. The movement was agonizingly slow, each inch revealed sending a wave of heat through Clarke’s body. As the jeans slid past her hips, Clarke’s cock sprang free, fully erect, the tip glistening slightly with anticipation. 

Lexa paused, her eyes widening slightly before her smirk deepened. “Well, someone’s eager,” she quipped, her voice laced with amusement. “Is this what happens every time you get put in your place, Clarke?” 

Clarke groaned softly, her head tipping back against the bed. “Lexa,” she managed, her voice rough and strained. 

“Hmm,” Lexa hummed, clearly enjoying herself as she leaned closer. One finger extended, tracing the seam along the underside of Clarke’s cock from base to tip. The touch was featherlight, but it sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Clarke’s body. 

Clarke let out a low, guttural groan, her hips twitching slightly at the sensation. “God, Lexa…” 

Lexa chuckled softly, her finger continuing its slow journey up and down, teasing along the sensitive ridge. “What’s the matter, Clarke? You seemed so confident a minute ago. Cat got your tongue?” 

Clarke’s only response was another groan, her fingers gripping the pillow beneath her as Lexa’s touch pushed her closer to the edge of composure. 

Lexa tilted her head, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as she applied just a bit more pressure, her finger trailing back down to the base. “I’m barely touching you, and you’re already falling apart,” she said softly, her tone equal parts teasing and admiring. “I thought alphas were supposed to be in control.” 

Clarke swallowed hard, her breathing uneven as she opened her eyes to meet Lexa’s gaze. “Not when it’s you,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. 

Lexa’s smirk softened into something almost affectionate as she leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against Clarke’s. “Good,” she whispered against Clarke’s mouth. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” 

With that, she pulled back slightly, her finger continuing its slow exploration as she watched Clarke with a mix of amusement and desire, taking her time to savor every reaction. Clarke could do nothing but groan, her body taut with need as Lexa worked her magic. 

Lexa’s teasing smirk didn’t waver as she let her hand wrap around Clarke’s cock, her fingers curling just enough to elicit a sharp intake of breath from the alpha. “So hard,” Lexa murmured, almost to herself, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head and spreading the small bead of precum that had gathered there. “It’s like you’re begging for attention without even saying a word.” 

Clarke groaned, her hips bucking slightly, but Lexa’s other hand pressed firmly against her thigh, keeping her grounded. “Lexa,” Clarke rasped, her voice heavy with need. “Please…” 

“Patience, Clarke,” Lexa said, her voice soft but commanding. Her hand began to move, her strokes slow and deliberate, her grip firm but not too tight. Each motion sent a wave of pleasure coursing through Clarke, but the pace wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. 

Clarke’s fingers clenched the pillow beneath her, her body taut as Lexa continued her torturous rhythm. The slow build was maddening, every stroke drawing her closer before Lexa eased back just enough to keep her teetering on the brink. 

“Lexa, please,” Clarke begged, her voice breaking slightly as she lifted her hips in a futile attempt to chase the release she craved. 

Lexa’s hand stilled at the base of Clarke’s cock, her eyes glinting with amusement as she looked up at her. “Please, what?” she asked, her tone light and teasing. ���What exactly do you want, Clarke?” 

“You know what I want,” Clarke groaned, her head tipping back against the pillow. 

Lexa leaned in, her lips brushing against Clarke’s ear as her hand began to move again, achingly slow. “I want to hear you say it,” she whispered, her breath warm against Clarke’s skin. 

Clarke’s jaw clenched as she fought to find the words. “I want to come,” she finally managed, her voice low and strained. “Please, Lexa… let me come.” 

Lexa smiled, her strokes speeding up just enough to make Clarke’s body tense in anticipation. But then, just as Clarke felt herself teetering on the edge, Lexa slowed her movements again, pulling her back from the brink. 

“Not yet,” Lexa murmured, her tone soft but firm. “You don’t get to come until I say so.” 

Clarke let out a frustrated groan, her hips twitching against Lexa’s hold. “You’re killing me here,” she said, her voice a mix of desperation and admiration. 

Lexa chuckled softly, her hand continuing its slow, methodical movements. “Oh, Clarke,” she said with a smirk, her lips brushing against Clarke’s jaw. “This is nothing. I’m just getting started.” 

Clarke’s only response was another groan, her body trembling under Lexa’s touch as she resigned herself to Lexa’s control, the anticipation building with every teasing stroke. 

Clarke’s body was trembling, every nerve on edge as Lexa’s hand worked her cock with slow, torturous precision. Time and again, Lexa brought her to the brink, her hand tightening, her strokes quickening, only to slow down at the last possible moment, leaving Clarke gasping and moaning in frustration. 

“Lexa, please,” Clarke groaned, her voice ragged as she bucked her hips in desperation. “You can’t keep doing this to me.” 

Lexa’s lips curled into a smug smile as she leaned over Clarke, her green eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Oh, I can,” she purred, her voice dripping with playful authority. “And I will… until you tell me exactly what you want.” 

“I’ve told you,” Clarke growled, her hands clutching at the pillow, her knuckles white with tension. “I want to come.” 

Lexa’s hand stilled, her fingers wrapped loosely around Clarke’s cock as she cocked her head, feigning innocence. “Is that all?” she asked, her tone almost sweet. 

Clarke groaned again, her frustration mounting as Lexa refused to give her what she so desperately needed. “Yes, that’s all!” she snapped, her usual composure crumbling under the relentless teasing. 

Lexa’s smile widened, her hand beginning to move again, her strokes maddeningly slow. “I don’t think that’s what you really want,” she said softly, her voice teasing. “Why don’t you try again, Clarke? Tell me exactly what you need me to do.” 

Clarke let out a guttural noise of frustration, her hips lifting futilely against Lexa’s restraint. Her chest heaved as she stared up at her wife, her face flushed, her blue eyes dark with desire. “I need you to let me come,” she ground out, her voice almost a growl. 

Lexa raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with Clarke’s attempt. “That’s not good enough,” she said, her hand coming to a complete stop, making Clarke groan in despair. “Try again, alpha. Beg for it.” 

Clarke’s pride warred with her need for relief, her jaw clenching as she fought to maintain some semblance of control. But the relentless teasing had worn her down, and in a fit of desperation, she finally gave in. 

“Please, Lexa,” Clarke pleaded, her voice breaking as she looked up at her wife with wide, desperate eyes. “I’m begging you. Please let me come. I need it—I need you.” 

Lexa’s smirk softened, her eyes flickering with something almost tender. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she murmured before leaning down to press a kiss to Clarke’s lips. 

As her hand resumed its movement, her strokes firmer and more purposeful now, Lexa whispered against Clarke’s mouth, “Good girl. Now let me give you what you’ve been begging for.” 

Clarke let out a strangled moan as Lexa’s hand worked her cock with expert precision, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke. This time, Lexa didn’t stop, didn’t ease back, her pace quickening as Clarke’s moans grew louder, her hips thrusting helplessly into Lexa’s hand. 

“Come for me, Clarke,” Lexa whispered, her voice low and commanding. “Let go.” 

With a final cry, Clarke’s body tensed, and she spilled over Lexa’s hand, her release shuddering through her in waves. Her head fell back against the bed, her chest heaving as she rode out the aftershocks, Lexa’s hand gently stroking her through it until she was utterly spent. 

Lexa leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Clarke’s forehead. “See?” she murmured, her voice full of affection. “All you had to do was ask.” 

Clarke let out a breathless laugh, her eyes fluttering open to meet Lexa’s. “You’re impossible.” 

Lexa smiled, settling beside her and running a hand through Clarke’s sweat-dampened hair. “And you love it,” she said, her tone light but full of certainty. 

Clarke chuckled, pulling Lexa close. “Yeah, I really do.” 

[hedawanheda]

the babysitter

Clarke screws up, now her mom doesn’t trust her to watch her little sister on her own. Abby’s solution is to hire a babysitter, who just happens to be the girl Clarke has been crushing on for as long as she can remember.

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Chapter One

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Clarke protested, stalking after her mother into the kitchen. She had just informed her that someone would be coming over the following night to keep an eye on her and her sister while their mom was at work. “I am perfectly capable of being able to watch Madi by myself,”

Abby ignored her daughter’s complaining, making her way to the pantry to start prepping dinner. “Your sister begs to differ, and so do I. Considering I found her in the front yard last week in her pajamas while you were passed out drunk with your friends in the basement,” Abby scolded, giving the blonde a pointed look. “You’re lucky it’s only a babysitter and not Grandma,”

Clarke shrank back slightly, but she wasn’t going to give up. “It’s embarrassing. She probably goes to my school. On Monday everyone in the junior class will know that Clarke Griffin needs a babysitter. Do you know what that would do to me?”

“You’re being dramatic,” Abby rolled her eyes. “And she does go to your school,” she added quietly.

“Mom,” Clarke groaned. She stomped her foot like a child, frustrated and annoyed that her mom didn’t trust her with something as simple as watching an eleven year old. “What can I do to make this not happen?”

“There’s nothing you can do,” Abby sighed. “Madi was the one who asked for a babysitter,”

“She did?” Clarke was taken aback. “Why did she do that?”

“Because she wants to have a responsible adult in the house while I’m away, and I agree with her,”

“That traitor,”

“Careful, Clarke. You’re already grounded,” Abby reminded her. Clarke scowled, crossing her arms.

“Well, at least tell me her name,” Clarke huffed, “If I’m going to have to bribe her to keep my secrets, I may as well know,”

“Anya,”

Anya.

That couldn’t be Anya Woods, could it?

“It totally is,” Raven teased at lunch the next day. “Anya Woods, scary soccer captain and big sister to the love of your life. She’s your babysitter,”

“Shut up,” Clarke grumbled, pushing her food around on her plate. She was slumped in her chair, defeated since her mother revealed who was going to be her, or Madi’s, babysitter. “Lexa is not the love of my life,”

“No, she’s just the girl you’ve been pining after since kindergarten, yet don’t have the guts to talk to,”

“I’ve talked to her,” Clarke countered. “She’s in my Calculus class, I sit behind her. We talk everyday,”

“Asking her for a pencil sharpener doesn’t count as talking,”

“Says you,” Clarke snapped, crossing her arms. Let her have her secret unobtainable crush in peace.

Raven smirked, her friend’s attitude amusing her. She couldn’t blame her, though. The Woods sisters were sort of legends at Polis. As soccer co-captains the two of them led their team to the state championships, putting them at the top of the social hierarchy. Clarke and her friends were popular as well, but they regrettably ran in different circles, hardly overlapping except for the few classes they shared.

“Lay off her, Raven. It’s not like you don’t drool over Anya. And you haven’t even had a conversation with her,” Octavia pointed out, causing Raven to stick her tongue out at her. “Clarke‘s at least has somewhat of a footing with Lexa,”

“We go way back,” Clarke argued.

“That one kiss in kindergarten doesn’t count-“

“Shut up.” Clarke grumbled. Yes it did, it was in fact her bisexual awakening at mere five years old. “Anya isn’t that unusual of a name. It’s probably not her,”

“Well let’s ask,”

“What are you-“

Raven was up in a flash, giving her friends one last smirk before making a beeline towards Anya’s lunch table. Clarke watched in horror as she sat down across from Anya and Lexa, giving the sisters a wide smile. The two of them looked at her confused, Anya not recognizing her and Lexa wondering why someone she hardly knows is smiling at her like that.

Raven starts speaking to them, Clarke seeing Anya nod at Raven’s question. She felt her heart drop at the confirmation, the trio looking over at her lunch table as Raven pointed her out. Clarke felt her face flush with embarrassment as she held her hand up half heartedly, giving a pathetic wave.

Lexa had a look of puzzlement on her face, returning the wave politely. Clarke watched as she turned back to Raven and Anya, Raven chatting excitedly before making her way back over to the table.

“So it turns out Anya Woods is your babysitter,” she gloated. “I made sure to tell her that you are Madi are darling angels who never misbehave,”

“I hate you,”

“Relax, I didn’t say that. But she is your babysitter. She’ll be there at seven, so I’ll be there at, say, seven fifteen?”

“You’re not coming over and embarrassing me further. Plus, I’m grounded, remember? Thanks to your brilliant idea of getting wasted last week,”

“I happen to remember you happily going along with it,”

“Yeah, well, I’m full of regrets,”

//

Lexa is doing homework in her and Anya’s shared room when her sister walks in, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I got a last minute invite practice with the Polis U soccer team,”

“Are you serious?” Lexa exclaimed, shutting her textbook loudly and swiveling her chair to face her. “That’s amazing! When?”

“Tonight at seven,” Lexa frowns.

“Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting Madi Griffin then?” she asks.

“Yeah but… I can’t pass up on this opportunity, Lexa. This could lead to a spot on the team and a full scholarship. We both know how much that would help out Dad,”

“So you’re bailing?” Lexa gawked, watching her sister gather her hair into a high bun before moving to her closet to find an outfit.

“I’m not bailing, I’m simply replacing myself,” Anya said, back turned towards Lexa as she rummaged through her closet. She purposefully did not face her sister as she said this.

“With who?”

“Funny you should ask…”

“Oh no,” Lexa knew where Anya was going with this. “You’re not doing this to me,”

“Come on, Lex! How long have you liked this girl? Literally over a decade. And this is the perfect opportunity to get to know her better, it’s basically the premise of a porno. Plus it would really help me out, please?”

Lexa rolled her eyes, jaw set as her mind raced with the possibilities of what could happen tonight. Chances are she would make a fool of herself, she was never able to function properly around pretty girls. Especially ones she kissed once when she was five.

“Clarke probably won’t even come out of her room. You’ll just be with Madi. You can handle her, can’t you?”

“Of course I can, she’s nine,” Lexa rolled her eyes. “But I don’t want to,”

“Lexa. What’s with it with Clarke Griffin? Usually around girls you’re all game, but with her you become this awkward bumbling mess. It’s so unlike you,”

“Clarke is special,” Lexa said softly. “She’s not just some girl. Not to me,”

“Right. She was the girl. The one who made you realize your raging lesbianism,” Anya smirked, pulling an athletic shirt over her head. “Yet you haven’t made a move in twelve years,”

“She’s out of my league,” Lexa shrugged. “I’ve accepted it. Plus we probably have nothing in common,”

“You both like each other. You have that in common,”

“Shut up. She does not like me,”

“Then go and find out,” Anya grabs her soccer bag out of the closet. “Are you going to make me say please?”

“It wouldn’t hurt,”

“So you’ll do it?”

“I want to hear you say ‘please’ first,”

Anya rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible. I’ll text you the Griffin’s address from my car. They’re expecting you at seven, so get there around six fifty. Thank you so much, Lex,”

She leaves in a hurry before Lexa could protest, saluting her sister as she walks out the door. Lexa sighs, spinning around in her chair as she thinks about what she had gotten herself into.

//

Clarke’s sitting on her couch with Madi, a bowl of popcorn mixed with M&M’s between them as they watched episodes of Grace and Frankie.

Abby comes into the room dressed in her scrubs, looking down at her phone. “Anya will be here any minute. I left money on the counter for pizza, and there’s stuff in the pantry to make cookies if you get bored,”

She suddenly whips her head towards the TV when she hears Jane Fonda yell ’fuck!’

“What are you watching?” she asked sharply, folding her arms together as gave her older daughter a pointed look.

“It’s fine, Madi’s old enough,” Clarke rolled her eyes, popping an M&M in her mouth.

“She’s nine, Clarke!”

“Almost ten,” said Madi.

“There’s nothing bad in this show,” Clarke shrugs, just as Lily Tomlin’s character lights up a joint onscreen. Clarke frowned. Perfect timing. “Besides that,”

“This is why mom doesn’t trust you enough to watch me alone,” Madi gloats. “Which is why we need a babysitter.” Clarke glares at her.

“Don’t give her that look, Clarke. She’s right,” Abby placed her hands on her hips. “Turn it off,”

Clarke dramatically sighs. “Fine, I’ll turn on She Ra. Or is Madi too young for that, too?”

Abby doesn’t answer her sarcastic remark because the doorbell decides to ring at that moment. She just shakes her head sternly at Clarke and goes to greet the babysitter.

“You must be Anya,” Clarke heard her mom say when she answers the door. She slumped down on the couch, sighing dramatically as Madi snickered next to her.

“Actually, no,” Clarke froze. She knew that voice. Crap. “She had something come up, so she sent me instead. I hope that’s okay. I’m Lexa,”

[puthyflapps]

Had a little thot about clexa’s baby having a tough time with teething 🥺

Clarke strolled through the city square of Polis with the little girl tucked securely against her chest and flanked by a group of imposing guards. She thought perhaps, taking the child on a relaxing walk in the warm afternoon sun might help soothe her restless little body. However, the effort seemed to be futile as the small form strapped to Clarke’s body continued to squirm in discomfort. The occasional whimper would escape the baby’s soft lips, and it sent sharp pangs of worry coursing through her mother’s heart. The young woman was just about to retreat back to the comfort of the Commander’s tower when she was approached by a familiar face.

“Wanheda,” the elderly woman greeted with a kind smile.

Clarke recognized her immediately as one of the many vendors who regularly visited Polis. Her name was Margaret, and if she remembered correctly, the older woman was known for selling a plethora of delicious fruits.

Being the Commander’s wife came with many benefits. One of which included being showered in gifts by the locals anytime she so much as stepped foot outside the walls of the tower. And with the recent addition of their daughter, the gifts only seemed to multiply. Vendors willingly and eagerly offered up a variety of goods ranging from clothes to toys and so much more. The woman before her was no different. Memories of earlier days when the blonde had first joined Heda in Polis flash before her eyes. Margaret had been one of the first people to welcome her with open arms, and she made it a point to surprise the sky girl with a new treat every time she walked past her stall in the marketplace.

“Hei,” Clarke responded in the woman’s native tongue. The skaikru woman was nowhere near fluent in Trigedasleng, but thanks to her wife, she had learned enough to hold a basic conversation. Clarke had even managed to learn a good deal of curse words thanks to Anya, a fact that both annoyed the Commander and delighted the General.

“For Heda,” Margaret stated with bright, caring eyes as she held up a wicker basket that was practically overflowing with colorful fruits.

One of the many guards traveling with the pair whose hands, unlike many of his fellow gonas, had managed to remain free of gifts for the Commander’s family reached out to graciously take the basket from the elderly woman.

“Her favorites from when she was a goufa,” explained the woman as her smile grew wider at the memories of the green-eyed natblida who visited her stall frequently, always eager to see what new treats awaited her.

The young mother can’t stop herself from mirroring Margaret’s dazzling smile as she envisioned a much younger version of her wife. Such exquisite images served only to leave her wishing that she had been born a child of Earth so that she might have gotten to experience such an innocent version of her beloved.

“Mochof Margaret, Heda is always grateful for your generosity.”

The grounder’s hazel eyes showed brightly, and her chest seemed to puff up with pride at the mention of Lexa. Clarke wasn’t sure she would ever get used to how much the people of the coalition loved her wife. From the moment they met, it had been obvious that Lexa would do anything for her people. It was one of the many characteristics the two young women shared and a large reason why the two were so drawn to one another. However, unlike her own people, the grounders seemed to reciprocate the Commander’s love tenfold. Individuals leaped at the opportunity to serve their Heda in whatever capacity they could, whether that be in the form of a powerful gona or a caring handmaiden. Vendors and craftsmen laid gifts at her feet not because they were seeking notoriety of some kind or because they wanted something in return from the powerful woman but because it was the only way the people of the thirteen clans could thank Lexa Kom Trikru for what she had given them — peace.

Clarke was soon brought out of her thoughts when she felt a stirring motion against her chest. She cast her attention away from the woman before her and towards the small bundle grunting unhappily in the sling wrapped securely around her body. Clarke's arms encircled her daughter's form, and she held the child closer to her chest as she began to sway back and forth. Doing her best to soothe the little one.

"Shhh, it's okay. We'll be home soon, I promise," Clarke whispered to the baby.

However, her sweet reassurances do nothing to ease the baby's pain. A fact that served only to make the ache in Clarke's heart more intense. The young woman casts an apologetic look over to Margaret, who's focused her attention on the small bundle in Clarke's arms. Worry etches its way across her face as she tries to understand what could have caused the Commander's daughter such great upset. Clarke pulls the fabric of the sling back enough to expose her baby's tear-streaked face. She lifts her finger to the child's plump bottom lip and pulls it down just enough to reveal the beginnings of a tooth.

Margaret's eyes widen in understanding as she sees what's been distressing the girl. The older woman rests a comforting hand on the small of the young mother's back as she lifts her other hand to signal for Clarke to give her a moment. Clarke watches Margaret's fleeting form in confusion, not understanding what the woman has set out in search of. It's only a matter of minutes before she returns with another delicious fruit. Mango, if she remembers correctly. She's had it a few times with Lexa during the days before their daughter had arrived, when they would hide away in their quarters, making love the whole time and pausing only to eat a quick meal here and there. Clarke notices this time, instead of cutting the treat into bite-size cubes, the typically oblong fruit has been sliced in half to reveal a rather large seed at its core.

"For the goufa," Margaret explains with her sweet eyes and warm tone.

She can sense Clarke's befuddlement. She can tell Clarke's unsure of what to do, so she pushes the fruit toward the little girl's mouth. Smiling contentedly when she sees her latch onto the fruit almost immediately. Margaret releases her careful hold on the mango when tiny hands come to rest on either side of it. Clarke smiles gratefully when her daughter's tears finally cease, and she begins to let out sighs of relief. It's a funny sight to behold, really. Her little baby holding on tightly to the fruit as she happily gnaws away. Using it as her own personal teething toy. She's never been more grateful for the connection between the people of Polis and their Commander than she is at this moment.

Clarke isn't entirely sure what Lexa's plans are for the rest of the day, but she does know that she'll be sending her back to Margaret's stall to purchase as many mangos as her gona can carry.

[eternalreignblog]

74 (huddling for warmth) and 90 (unexpected virgin) for GP Clarke

Great. Just fucking great.

Clarke was mentally and physically drained after spending all day climbing a cold ass mountain to keep her best friend company, and now her so-called 'bestie' had ditched her to go hook up with some, admittedly hot as fuck woman, but still, who dumps their climbing partner in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, in the freezing cold, just for some ass?

Bitch.

Clarke had just finished setting up her two person tent, which was supposed to house her and Raven, that is until the other woman had set her eyes on Miss Cheekbones, and dissapeared off into the dark.

She was muttering to herself, cursing Raven under her breath as she hammered in the final peg, tossing her tools in a pile before starting to set up her sleeping bag for the night. She heard footsteps behind her, and without looking yelled, "come crawling back after all the works done? Cheekbones didn't rock your world enough to stay?" She growled, letting her temper flare a bit

A soft chuckle had Clarke spinning around in surprise, because that was definitely not Raven.

"Oh, she's rocking her world all right. So much so I can't be near that tent anymore," a gorgeous brunette approached, hugging herself around the waist for warmth, looking cautiously at Clarke.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I thought you were my idiot best friend," Clarke apologised, a feeling stirring below her beltline as she raked her eyes over the woman.

"Well, it appears your idiot best friend is hooking up with my idiot best friend, very loudly I might add, in the tent I was supposed to be sleeping in,"

"Oh," Clarke said. Staring like an idiot at the woman who looked unfairly attractive rugged up in winter climbing gear.

"I know we don't know each other and this might be a bit weird, but I'm extremely cold and I have no other place to stay," The woman said almost pleadingly, looking at Clarke with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes.

"Oh," Clarke finally pulled herself out of her stunned silence.

"Sorry, I'l didn't mean to freak you out, I'll sort something out," the woman said dejectedly, moving to leave Clarke’s camp-site.

"No!" Clakre called out, lamenting her lack of brain function at the moment, whether it was due to the cold or the pretty girl, well, she wasn't going to speculate. "I mean, no, it's fine, you can stay with me. You'll freeze to death out there by yourself," Clarke held open the tent flap to invite the beautiful stranger in.

"God, thank you," the woman sounded releaved as she joined Clarke in the slightly-warmer-than-the-outside-temperature tent.

They looked at each other a little awkwardly, crawling around the tiny space until they were both kind of settled.

"Um, my sleeping stuff is still in my tent, I didn't want to interrupt the sex marathon to get it," the woman said sheepishly, looking longingly at Clarke’s sleeping bag.

"Oh, I mean, we can share, it is way too cold to not have cover," Clarke justified, unzipping her sleeping bag to make a doona as her new tent mate divested herself of her jacket.

"I owe you for this?" She looked up at Clarke, an unspoken question in her eyes for Clarke to finish the sentence with as-yet-not-shared information.

"Clarke," Clarke added, filling the gap.

"Lexa," the womam said with a smile tickling her upper lip.

"Well, now we're practically friends, why don't you join me under here," Clarke said in what she hoped was the least creepy way possible as she held the doona up for Lexa to crawl under.

Obliging, Lexa slid in beside Clarke, careful not to get too close as Clarke lowered the cover down over her.

"Oh god that's so much better," Lexa said, relaxing into the warmth.

"Yeah," Clarke said weakly, voice failing her as she tried to fight down the boner that was involuntarily rising at the sound of Lexa's sexy voice.

"Can I come closer?" Lexa asked after a short period of silence, Clarke unable to form words and simply grunting in a manner that she hoped implied the affimative.

She felt Lexa's body shift closer, and panicked as her butt pushed directly into Clarke’s crotch. There was no way she wouldn't notice her bulge, and Clarke could do nothing but lay perfectly still and wallow in mortification.

She did not expect Lexa to get that close.

And now she was going to run away because Clarke was a creep who couldn't keep her hormones in check.

"Is that-- are you--" Lexa stammered and Clarke tried to shink into the smallest space possible.

This is what always happens.

She meets hot girl.

Hot girl gets close.

Hot girl finds out about her dick.

Hot girl runs away.

Clarke wanted to dissapear, she felt the usual guilt and shame rising to the surface and choked out a quiet "I'm sorry,"

"What?" Lexa sounded surprised as she rolled over to face Clarke, barely visible in the darkness of the tent.

"I-- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Clarke rehashes her usual apology, looking anywhere but at Lexa.

"Uncomfortable? Fuck, Clarke, the only Uncomfortable you've make me is Uncomfortabley fucking wet,"

It took several moments for Clarke to process the words, but when she did, her heart rate shot up like a rocket.

"Sorry, what?" She needed to hear it again to be sure because what the fuck was happening right now?

"Clarke," Lexa said, placing a hand on Clarke’s hip and shifting closer. "Let's be real right now. Our friends are fucking. We're alone here in this tent in the middle of nowhere. It's fucking freezing." She was ticking off facts and Clarke wasn't sure where this was headed. "Your hot and I think we should fuck to keep warm," Lexa finished her talk like she was stating a perfectly reasonable thing and Clarke was speechless.

"Er..." she stammered, words failing her as her brain malfunctioned.

"Unless you don't want to?" Lexa asked, doubt in her voice, forcing Clarke to find her voice again.

"Fuck, Lexa, you're hot as fuck, of course I want to, it's just..." she trailed off, hating herself a little for her lack of experience.

"What is it, Clarke?" Lexa asked softly, her hand tracing patterns on Clarke's hip, dipping under the waistband to touch her skin.

"I-- fuck, I've never, you know," she trailed off, knowing she'd probably lost her chance.

"You're a virgin?" Lexa asked, and Clarke could hear the surprise in her voice

"Yeah," Clarke said dejectedly, knowing she'd probably blown her chance.

After barely a moments hesitation, Lexa asked, "Do you want to not be?"

Clarke looked into Lexa eyes, and even in the darkness she could see the lust reflected back at her.

"Fuck, Lexa. I want you so bad," Clarke breathed in a husky voice as she gripped Lexa hips and dragged her closer, pressing her arousal into the other woman so there could be no doubt how desperate she was for it.

"Then let's do this," Lexa said assertively, pushing Clarke onto her back and straddling her.

Lexa was clearly on a mission as she divested herself and Clarke of their clothes, before climbing back on top. She took several moments to worship Clarke’s breasts while Clarke lay there enjoying the attention, before sliding a hand down to stroke Clarke’s cock.

Clarke moaned loudly at the contact, it being the first hand that had touched her that wasn't her own.

"Fuck, you're huge," Lexa said in awe as she lined Clarke up with her pussy, before looking back dow at her for consent. "You ready?" She asked, and Clarke had no doubt that if she said no, Lexa would stop.

But, fuck that.

"Fuck yes," Clarke said enthusiastically as she planted her hands on Lexa's hips, feeling her sink down onto her inch by inch.

The feeling of slick wet heat encasing her cock for the first time was a sensation that Clarke would never forget. Lexa bottomed out, moaning in pleasure as Clarke filled her completely.

"Fuck you feel so good," she praised as she started a slow grind.

Clarke was in pure, unadulterated ecstacy.

The problem was she could feel her orgasm creeping up almost immediately.

"Oh shit, Lexa, I'm not going to last," she cried out, gripping Lexa's hips tightly as she moved on top.

"Hmm fuck, me too, you got me so fucking horny," Lexa said as she rubbed her clit furiously.

Lexa started bouncing and that was it for Clarke. She groaned and threw her head back in pleasure as she unloaded inside the woman she'd only met a few hours ago. Her hips thrust up into Lexa as she came harder than she'd ever cum before, knowing this moment was forever etched into her memory.

As she came back down to earth, she realised belatedly that she'd blown far too quickly and Lexa hadn't even cum

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," she apologised, and Lexa just chuckled lightly in response.

"No need to apologise, we've got all night," she said with a smile as she leaned down to plant an absolutely filthy kiss on Clarke's lips, and Clarke could already feel the stirring down below.

Oh yes, she thought, this is going to be a long ass night.

[kpforpresident]

Clexaweek Day 6: workplace romance 🌱

Plant shop AU. Or, an AU of an AU. 

collab with @thecrimsonknight, the link to the beautiful moodboard that they made is here.

It had been raining all day. Fat streams of rainwater poured off of the dark green eve that sagged defeatedly under the sheer weight of rain, the tinny plink plink plink of drops hitting the metallic gutter echoing under the door frame as they soared through the humid mid-July air. Puddles splashed merrily under harried car wheels as they rushed by the street corner where Lexa’s cozy shop sat, hunched figures under black umbrellas milling about the street corners as people hastily tried to get from their point A to point B relatively dry. A city that sat nestled in the PNW, Polis was no stranger to wet, gray days or foggy cool mornings. However, this summer had been particularly rainy, long weather forecasts of dreary little clouds sitting like sullen soldiers on Lexa’s weather app no matter how often she refreshed and hoped for a crack of sunshine in the little line of weather emojis. 

Lexa fidgeted impatiently on her stool, hands clasping and unclasping in front of her and she fought the urge to reach out and straighten the spool of twine that sat primly next to her favorite gardening shears. Chancing one more glance at the slim gold watch that sat clasped around her left wrist, she sighed as she gave up and straightened from her boredom-induced slump, feeling her spine pop slightly as she unfolded from the rickety little stool to standing. 

This chick has two more minutes, and then I’m locking the door and going home to watch trash TV and eat dollar ramen noodles, Lexa thought absentmindedly as she drummed her fingers on the battered workbench, watching the secondhand slowly tick towards 4:02. This is the last fucking time you hire one of Raven’s friends- just because she’s Anya’s girlfriend doesn’t mean that you have to let this weird ass best friend nepotism stand- remember what happened when you hired Octavia’s brother to build shelving? That was an entire shitshow… Lexa snarked internally as she wandered through the rows of cut flowers, straightening a wilting tulip as her eyes darted against her will again towards the door and the unrelenting deluge outside. Blurry figures continued to rush by, heads toward the ground, shoulders hunched as they all moved in a coordinated, practiced dance borne of many, many rainy days. 

A whole sixty seconds goes by as she stares silently at the thin hand, finally letting her mouth slip into a frown when her expectant gaze darts towards the door to see….no one. Lexa finally let her shoulders slump minutely, hands dropping from where she had been fussing with an all-green bouquet arrangement. Turning the trimmed piece of eucalyptus over and over in her fingers, Lexa turned to the back of the shop and prepared to grab her coat and trudge home once again, mentally preparing for the soggy walk three blocks home to her small albeit cozy apartment. 

As she twisted the eucalyptus branch over again in her fingers, she heard the cheery tinker of her door chime, followed by the door flinging open. Lexa was turning around, warm customer service smile plastered onto her face as the human embodiment of a tsunami bounded through the glass door. 

Lexa felt the smile fall in abject horror off of her stunned face as the same whirlwind promptly swept into the shop and managed to place their foot perfectly into a plate-sized puddle just beside the door mat, arms and legs pinwheeling spectacularly as her feet skidded out from under her. 

She hit the ground with a loud whump, followed by a soft oof as the girl sat up slowly, painfully. Colorful swear words poured from her lips unceasingly as Lexa watched her flex various body parts with increasing confidence among finding the movements absent of pain, clearly going through an inventory of all of her working limbs post- tumble.  

Lexa crouched down hesitantly, trying her best to gather the pile of cream-colored papers that had flown from her hands like feathers from a split pillow as the stranger had crashed to the floor of her shop. Sheath of papers finally gathered into a messy stack, Lexa looked up, mouth opening involuntarily as she accidentally locked gazes with the bluest set of eyes she’d ever encountered. 

“I- you- you wouldn’t happen to be Clarke, would you?” Lexa managed to croak out after a long moment, where the stranger- Clarke- slowly staggered to her feet with a small wince, free hand rubbing where her hip had made contact with the concrete floor as she nodded in confirmation. Clarke’s other hand tentatively extended to take the stack of what Lexa now realized were art sketches, a small smile breaking across her face like the sun after a rainstorm as their fingers brushed slightly. Lexa absently mirrored her expression, eyes widening slightly as she did so. She flexed her hand as she retreated to behind the workbench, managing to settle onto her stool without looking like too much of a dunce. 

Raven, in typical menace fashion, had neglected to mention that her artist friend that Lexa had hired to paint a mural on the blank back wall of her studio, was shockingly, jaw droppingly attractive. Not that Lexa should’ve been surprised. Raven, with her warm brown eyes, flawless skin, and shimmering black hair, could’ve walked straight out of a playboy version of a Mechanics Monthly, even covered in car oil and grease as she usually was when she came home from work from the small shop she owned with Lincoln just outside of Polis. Lincoln’s fiance Octavia was similarly stunning, with sharp cheekbones and a muscular figure, dark eyes cunning and softened by a perfect pouting mouth. Lincoln clearly felt similarly, his gaze becoming soft and dreamy when Octavia would stride into the shop in her free time, a gym bag slung over her shoulder on her way home from the boxing studio that she co-owned with Anya. 

Lexa shouldn’t have been shocked that Clarke looked like a Botachelli angel, curves enclosed perfectly in a dark wash pair of jeans, a faded t-shirt slouching perfectly on her shorter frame, but still she floundered for words as the bright cerulean gaze met hers expectantly, Clarke hobbling forward to spread her cache of doodles across Lexa’s desk. Lexa tried not to drool obnoxiously as a pair of worn Doc Martens came into view at the bottom of her field of vision. 

Sappho, give me strength, Lexa thinks frantically, heart beating a tempo against her ribcage as her fingers tap the wooden desk nonsensically, desperately, as a wave of sweet perfume engulfs her when Clarke shifts slightly to tuck a graphite pencil behind her ear, shimmering waves of blonde hair tumbling out from a harried braid. 

“Sorry I’m late,” Clarke blurts out apologetically, tracing her finger over a smudge of charcoal in the lower corner of the topmost sketch. Lexa was already shaking her head before her brain engaged, dismissing Clarke’s wavered apology before it had fully passed her lips. 

“It’s totally fine, Clarke” Lexa soothes as she darted her gaze down to appraise the charcoal lines that Clarke had spread as a silent offering in front of her, sentence petering off slowly as she leaned closer to appreciate the drawings. ‘“These- these are amazing, Raven mentioned that you left your pre-med track to go to art school downtown after your dad died?” 

Clarke nods silently, chewing on a rose colored lip as her thumb smoothed over a sketch of an apple blossom, a feathery fern bending effortlessly in the background. Lexa notes the slight tension in her shoulders at the mention of her father and steers the conversation to safer waters, hair falling out of its tired bun as she bends over the drawings to examine them in more detail. She’s so entranced by the sketches she doesn’t see Clarke’s gaze trace over her figure, lingering on how Lexa’s lips purse in thought as she traces a reverent finger over a very realistic tulip bud. 

“I mean, I love them all,” Lexa concludes helplessly as she runs a thoughtful hand through her hair, chancing a glance up at Clarke, who happens to be gazing at Lexa from her higher vantage point at the same time. “I would love for you to paint any of them on the wall, I’d love to just let you go wild. I’m happy to pay for whatever paint you need on top of your base rate for your time, I know it’s a big wall.”

Lexa can feel her cheeks go crimson as they lock eyes again, standing awkwardly to gesture uselessly at the large white wall that borders the back of her store, decorated only by a small floral fridge on the far right side. 

“I- do you like italian food?” Clarke blurts out from somewhere behind her shoulder, Lexa turning incredulously to be met with a twin set of flaming pink cheeks. “Can I buy you dinner, and we can sketch out the mural? Is that ok? Is that breaking some sort of client contractor rule? Because I already swore to Rae that I wouldn’t fuck this up, because Anya’s essentially your sister and all–” 

“I’d love to get dinner with you, Clarke.” 

///

Four months later when Clarke finally puts the finishing touches on the mural, they celebrate with takeout Italian food and champagne on the floor of the little flower shop.

[dysco-lymonade]

1. accidental hand touching and 14. looking at their lips as they talk 🥹

Nina, these prompts have me in so many gay disaster Lexa feels.

I’m going to combine these two because, why the hell not.

Again, totally unedited word vomit.

She’s been coming in every night for the last week trying to read the cute blonde’s name tag. Problem is, she’s never wearing it.

She could just ask, but that would require actually talking to the girl. Instead she watches her interact with the other customers as she waits in line. She flirts, and smiles, and genuinely charms every single person she rings up at the register.

There’s something about the corner store attendant that strikes Lexa as a bit rebellious. Maybe it’s the pink highlights in her hair or numerous piercings Lexa has spied. Seven between her two ears alone, the right side of her nose, and what Lexa thought was a Monroe above her lip, but upon closer inspection found out was a freckle.

It’s while staring at that beauty (understatement) mark that Lexa is pulled out of her haze by fingers snapping in front of her face.

“Sorry,” the cashier shrugs with a knowing smirk. “I don’t mean to interrupt your assessment, truly. I could stare at your mouth all night too. But there’s a line forming behind you.”

Lexa feels the blush crawling up her ears as the color simultaneously drains from her face.

Rebellious AND bold, noted.

“I wasn’t- I mean- I’m sorry. I spaced out. Just this please.” Lexa sets the coffee down on the counter as calmly as she possibly can with how much her hands are shaking.

She knows how much it is. She’s been buying the same small coffee here on a nightly basis. Still staring at her own hands and positively terrified of making eye contact with the cashier, she slides the exact change across the counter.

It’s at that moment Lexa decides she’s going to move to another continent.

The cashier meets her halfway, running what feels like a deliciously calloused hand over her own, grasping gently as she accepts the payment.

Before Lexa can enjoy it for too long, she yanks her hand back like it’s been set on fire, effectively knocking the coffee cup over and actually burning the shit out of herself.

Her silver lining comes from a voice at the back of the store.

“Yo, Clarke! What the hell, dude?”

“Piss off, Murphy! I’ll clean it up. Just keep doing… whatever it is you’re doing.” Before Lexa can even apologize, Clarke is wiping up the coffee spill. “Happens more often than you’d think.” She winks. Lexa dies.

“I’m so so sorry, it’s been a really long day.” It’s an awful excuse, Lexa knows the cashier, Clarke, must think she’s an absolute twit.

Either there is a God, or Clarke takes pity on her because the teasing retort never comes. She just puts the coffee soaked money in the register and tells Lexa to go ahead and upsize when she pours herself a new cup.

She doesn’t even go back to the coffee station. Lexa walks herself right out the door of the corner store and vows to never return.

[owl127]

Protective Anya Clexa drabble

(Ao3)

There were few sacred things in Anya’s life, and close to the top of her list were Wednesdays. In the middle of the week, between work chaos and meetings, she would find herself in a dimly lit bar with friends as close as family, bitching about life and relationships and the beer that never seemed to be cold.

Anya ordered a third round with the cute waitress, who looked interested and added an extra tip because of her cleavage—one couldn’t blame a woman for being weak.

"What are you so worried about?" Drinks hadn’t been enough to get Anya drunk, so the question came clean and steady, steady enough to make the tip of Lexa’s ears turn pink.

"I’m not worried."

"You keep looking at the door, but everyone’s here." Anya pointed around their table, where Octavia argued with Harper over their darts and Lincoln had just settled a bet with Gustus for their next pool game. "So what’s bothering you?"

With her creased collar and askew tie—it had been a long day of meetings, and that’s why Anya never wore ties—not to mention the third whiskey dose, Lexa cleared her throat. The warning would have been efficient if not for her unfocused eyes.

"I’m fine, Anya."

After ten years of friendship and one year of a failed relationship in the middle, Anya knew something was wrong. Her tongue curled around a smart reply when Lexa’s eyebrows shot up in surprise—or was it relief?—and a true, pure smile brightened those high cheekbones. Brown eyes followed Lexa’s line of vision, squinting under the lack of light to be sure.

"What is HR-busty-blonde doing here?"

"Anya." 

That tone—Anya knew that tone well. She also knew what a blush could do to Lexa’s face, and even in the low light, she could see it burn.

"Do you have something to tell us, Lex?"

Lexa didn’t reply, instead taking a few steps to greet "busty blonde" with a kiss on the cheek that made Anya frown.

"Guys, this is Clarke," Lexa introduced the HR girl as if none of them worked in the same building. This ‘Clarke’ probably shared a manager with Lincoln.

But everyone, all their friends—apparently shitty traitors—greeted the blonde as if she were part of their Wednesday, as if she were a friend, as if—

"You’re fucking her," Anya said, almost breathless, the truth settling down like a fog in the deep of the night.

Clarke, unphased and with a smile that Anya immediately disliked, held out her hand in defiance, her manicured fingers daring Anya to continue.

"Clarke Griffin."

Anya took a long gulp from her lukewarm beer, eyes locked on dark blue. A long sigh later, she accepted the peace offering.

Lexa fake coughed, tugging on her collar, and suddenly Anya realized she was the last one to know. Octavia disappeared after Harper mumbled something about darts, and when she looked around, there was no sign of Lincoln or Gustus.

What happened to her Wednesday?

"I’m gonna get more beer. Do you want anything?" Lexa asked Clarke, hand on the blonde’s waist and mouth close to her ear, exposed by her high bun. To Anya’s surprise, the girl ordered scotch. She tugged on Lexa’s tie to tighten it, and a second later, Anya was alone with a girl who was in Lexa’s life and was important enough to make it to their Wednesdays.

It had been almost four years, but still. After the whole Costia fiasco, Anya was protective of her ex, friend, best friend, or whatever title Lexa had in her life.

"So…"

"Clarke Griffin from Human Resources," Anya cut in.

"Director of Fraud Risk Analysis, Anya Forest," Clarke responded with the same tone, though that infuriating smile was still in place.

"How long?" Anya was not a woman of many words.

"Three months."

"Bullshit."

"Okay, two, but I had to try."

At Anya’s eyes growing twice their size, Clarke smirked. "You were the last to know because she said you’d freak out. Please don’t freak out."

"I don’t freak out." Anya took another sip from her beer.

Clarke opened her mouth to respond but closed it, her eyes squinting in thought. "You guys are not one of those complicated exes and shit, are you?"

Anya’s face betrayed her surprise again. Because, no! Lexa was special, yes, but Anya didn’t want to pursue something she was sure wouldn’t work. But Lexa was still special, and Anya was tired of busty blondes breaking her heart for fun.

"Fuck, no."

Clarke nodded and smiled. "I get why she didn’t tell you before."

This girl got balls; Anya had to admit that. Not every new girl who was dating her protegé was brave enough to meet Anya face-to-face like this.

Lexa saved them by coming back with more beer and scotch. She looked up at Anya, her eyes vulnerable and her lips in a thin line.

Anya wanted to frown, but all she could do was grab a new beer and nod silently.

Lexa’s smile could light up the room.

Their friends piled up around the cashier to pay for the night, an act Anya excused herself from doing because she was the last one to know about Clarke. The wind blew against her dark blonde hair and pushed the smoke from her lips up in a twirling curl.

"This thing's going to kill you," Lexa said next to Anya, popping a mint gun in her mouth.

"So will HR chicks."

"I take it that you like her."

Anya took a long drag and threw the half-smoked cigarette on the curb. She adjusted her jacket and looked back at Lexa.

"She’s not bad. She can hold her liquor better than you."

They laughed quietly at that. 

"She’s important to me," Lexa confessed, not meeting Anya’s eyes.

"I know. She made it to Wednesdays."

"She also has a friend who is your type."

"Now we’re talking."

[nironlex]

LOLLL i never posted for wanheda’s dagger week since it was unfinished but i probably never will so here it is :p

premise is canon lexa disrespects clarke during a clan meeting and clarke makes her remember her place or wtv (i’m pretty sure there was a similar work already written so thank you to the author for the idea)

Clarke’s current mood during the meeting can only be described as pissed. Here she was, offering sensible advice for rationing supplies between the Delfikru and Boudalan clans for the upcoming winter and Lexa comes in, not only rejecting the perfectly reasonable solution, but also disrespecting her in front of all the other ambassadors. She’s not the wide-eyed, impressionable girl most people first assume her as; she’s the Commander of Death for God’s sake, and she’ll make sure Lexa won’t forget that again.

Eyebrows furrowed and lips tightened, she sat back examining the room, deciding it was better to not say anything more unless mentioned. While ruminating on what to do about Lexa’s frankly, bratty, behavior, she notices the muse of her thoughts look to her with an apology written on her face while the Trishanakru leader ranted about whatever it was that ultimately didn’t matter. Deciding not to entertain her, Clarke breaks eye contact, giving herself some satisfaction and having to stop herself from smiling when she sees from her peripheral, Lexa trying to keep looking at her with even more concern than before, but ultimately having to be Heda again when pulled back into the Trushanakru leaders’s complaints.

For the rest of the meeting, it would be a lie to say Clarke was involved in any of the other discussions. All her focus was counting down the minutes until it ended, so she could finally punish Lexa. Once she dismissed everyone, Clarke walked to where Lexa sat, who had her head in her hands and eyes closed.

Hearing footsteps, Lexa exasperated, said, “I thought I told everyone to leave.”

“Is that really the attitude you want to have with me right now?” Clarke replied, Lexa’s head shooting up to see an annoyed Clarke staring down at her.

“Shit, I didn’t know it was you. I’m so-“

“Zip it,” Clarke, leaning closer so only Lexa can hear, “tell all the guards and Titus that we’re having a private meeting and to lock the doors because we’re gonna be here a while.”

Lexa both a little terrified and aroused, she stood up and when she was about to start walking to tell the guards, Clarke gripped her forearm, hard.

“Are you this desperate for a punishment, or are you just stupid? Where’s your manners?”

Lexa gulped, the wetness in her undergarment pooling.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I won’t forget next time.”

“You better not.” Clarke lets go, Lexa a little dazed but doing exactly what she was told, not wanting to anger her Mistress any more.

Coming back with the doors locked and everyone gone except them, Lexa starts to turn around and walk back when Clarke’s voice rings out.

“Strip. Then crawl back.”

Lexa looks up, hesitant.

“But-“

“Another word and you’ll have a plug in your ass in every meeting for a month with no cumming at all.”

Knowing they’re not empty threats, Lexa shuts her mouth and starts taking off her Commander garments. Even without explicitly telling Clarke, she knew Lexa got off on the dynamic of her being bare while her Dom was fully dressed. It brought her further into subspace, knowing she was giving all of her to Clarke to own and take.

Getting on all fours, she starts heading to where Clarke was, who at some point during Lexa stripping, sat on the Commander’s throne.

Once at her Mistress’ feet, she gets on her knees, arms behind her, and looks down.

“That’s a good slut.” Clarke praised, seeing the green eyed girl exactly how she wanted her with no instructions. Lexa blushed at the comment.

“But this won’t make up for the fact that you disrespected me in front of all those ambassadors, baby. Especially when you and I both know my idea was the best one offered.”

“I’m really sorry, Mistress,” Lexa apologized, feeling the effects of what she did to her lover.

“Then why’d you do it, Lex?” The nickname slipping.

“I don’t know, Ma’am.”

“You know that’s not a good enough answer for me. Spread across my lap. 15 slaps sounds good, don’t you think?”

Trying not to add any more slaps, Lexa replies, “Yes, Mistress. 15 slaps.”

As each slap was dealt,

but yeah that’s all i wrote i literally just copy pasted from my notes app LOLLL i’ll see if i ever revisit this

[butmakeitgayblog]

Ahhhhh Lexa is so cuddly in that oneshot! 😍😍

She had to be

Listen to me

She had to be

Because this little ray of sunshine?

Deserved to be allowed to be cuddly

Because the thing is, she always wanted to be. She did. Even when she didn't know how to ask for it. Even when all she knew how to do was nudge the door open for Clarke and wait silently to see what she'd do

Even when she didn't feel like she deserved to want it.

Lexa spent so much time worrying about Clarke's comfort and boundaries. So much time carrying the weight of her decisions like a scarlett letter on her chest. She lived with the guilt - not for the decisions themselves - but for how those decisions hurt Clarke, and how it all ultimately lost her the girl she had fallen so hard for, so fast.

But still, there were so many instances where she wanted nothing more than to be allowed to be soft. And you could see it.

So many times when she put herself out there just to feel like a fool in the end.

You could see it in these tiny glimpses of moments, her hesitation. Her disappointment. Her wanting so badly to reach out. But not letting herself.

Always waiting to be pushed away. Always accepting when she was. Always swallowing the pain of her own heartache while aching to be let in...

Which is why the second Clarke said yes? Lexa absolutely let the floodgates open.

While we saw after their first time she had given Clarke space again, had rolled away to recover from being fucked into a nap the intensity of finally getting to have that intimacy with Clarke, I don't think it was because it was what she wanted to do. I think it was pure instinct. Fear. A learned habit to always give Clarke space, and always another chance to push her away should Clarke want to. Seeing how Lexa operated when it came to Clarke, I don't think she took them having sex for granted in the aspect of "oh now all is forgiven." I think even after having Clarke make love to her, a piece of Lexa would've been careful not to push for too much too soon. Been too clingy. Assume Clarke woukd want to cuddle with her, to hold her. To even want Lexa to touch her the same way so intimately.

But.

When Clarke gave the ok? When Clarke made it clear that she was open to that?

Oh she smiled.

And she was happy

She held her hand during sex for godssake, you can't get more mushy than that

And even in her final moments, what made her break? What was the only thing that really truly cut through the pain and the strength of Heda, and gave Lexa a moment of solace?

Clarke's touch.

Clarke's comfort.

Being able to soak in another moment of just being close to her. Loved by her.

Lexa was always a touchy a person. She craved that physical intimacy with Clarke from day one. I mean we're talking about a woman who decided to casually ~take a nap~ on her canopy bed with the drapes open while an almost complete stranger waltz around her tent. She was always sending out the signals out that not only did she want more emotionally from Clarke, but that she wanted more physically. And I don't mean sex (ok well not just sex at least), she wanted that soft comfort of just being near her too.

So yeah. 100% I believe if given a chance to have more moments together after they'd both finally let each other back in, every time Clarke even halfway made it seem like she was open to it, I think Lexa would've become more and more comfortable letting go of her fears and been as affectionate as she'd always wanted. I think she would've become more and more snuggly, more tactile in her expressions of love and pride, to the point that when they were alone I don't think Clarke would've quite known what to do with herself and her little commander-noodle-arms shaped shadow

They still would've argued all the time tho

[lexa-griffins]

I think we need milf Lexa smut for wanheda's dagger week. What if milf Lexa sleeps with her kid's hot young babysitter Clarke

Lexa has some wild three, five and seven year olds that despite working from home, she cannot keep up with so she decides to hire a nanny from these nanny type services that focus on all day childcare.

She is home and she can help whenever needed but she can also have so quiet to work as the nanny watches the kids.

Clarke is great. She is a med student wanting to be a pediatrician so she is wonderful with the kids. She's good at arts and is always pishing for the kids to bring out their inner artist and always has activities to keep them entertained. Lexa really enjoys having her around

Clarke is, unfortunately, also extremely hot. Lexa has managed to distract herself from this mostly until the weather turned, and the sun was constantly out. With a pool and a nanny certified in first aid Lexa had no issue letting Clarke be outside with the kids in the water, up until the bikini top that although conservative still cannot hide her chest fully and the tight swimming shorts give away a little to much about what's between Clarke's legs.

And Lexa shouldn't. She is early 20s med student, funny and sweet and deliciously sarcastic in a way that makes her somehow hotter but Lexa is still almost 20 years her senior and her employer.

Still, Lexa finds herself putting herself together just to stay at home more often. So much so her oldest comments on how pretty she looks every morning, the sweet smile with two missing teeth the absolutely cutest thing to Lexa.

It is on one of those hot days. The kids have tired themselves out and have all gone for a nap. In the meantime Clarke entertains herself with cleaning up the toys from outside, still in her swimming outfit.

That is when Lexa, unware of Clarke's outside cleaning up, steps outside after clocking out early, the weather too hot for her too focus. Her old bikini, much too small in some areas, was the first thing she put on as she steps outside only to be greeted with Clarke bending over, her chest nesrly spilling out of her bikini as she empties the water toys.

"Oh sorry, Miss Woods, I didn't see you there. I was just clearing out the kids toys." She sounds out of breath the moment her eyes fall on Lexa.

"Its alright. I was just going to sunbathe for a bit. Care to join me?"

It is the offer that dooms her.

Because not ten minutes late the bottom of Lexa's bikini dangles from her ankle, her leg throw over Clarke's shoulder as the younger girl thrusts her dick inside of her with abandoned, fingers pulling at her nipple as she fucks her hard. Lexa has no idea what sequence of event got her here, but she'd do them over and over again.

A loud moan escapes her. One that Clarke muffles with her hand, hushing her sweetly.

"Shhh, quiet baby."

There is nothing between them when Clarke fills her with her cum. Lexa doesn't find it in herself to care.

By the time the kids wake up an hour later, Lexa is in the kitchen making pancakes as Clarke cuts up some fruit, both having finished and cleaned up, still a tension between them.

Nothing more happens for a week. Until another horribly hot day forces the kids on to the pool and a nap that immediately knocks them all out. Lexa had the day off and decided to enjoy it by the pool with the kids and Clarke, doozing oof before Clarke puts the kids down for their nap.

When she feels her sun vanishing Lexa opens her eyes, gasping the moment her eyes land on Clarke's hard cock above her face. She hears her chuckle at her expression, tapping the tip of her dick on Lexa's lips.

Lexa shouldn't. But she still did.

[klarieona]

The sky girl~Part 1

Lexa kom trikru x fem!OC!skikru

Warning: lots of blood, lesbians, smut, murder, alcohol, abuse, fluff

I’m not really good with English sorry for any spelling mistakes I make

“Your dads a dick wells” was the first thing I heard when I woke up, I was on a drop ship. “Your dad floated me after all” a boy said with a smug smile “get back in your seat” I yelled knowing the parachute will activate soon “she’s right stay in your seats” a blond girl said, then two boys tried to get out of there seats and that’s when the parachute activated “ahhhh” a bunch of people screamed “everything on this ship is a 100 year old we just need to give it a second” the same blond girl yelled, I think I was the only one who heard her because I was right beside her. I closed my eyes and just screamed then the humming noise I’ve heard my hole life stoped “no humming that’s a first” a boy said, I then opened my eyes “the doors on the first floor” a boy yelled, when I got down there I saw a girl and a boy hugging “that’s Octavia Blake the girl they found under the floor” a girl shouted, Octavia then tried to go to the girl but the boy stopped her “Octavia! Octavia no let give them something else to remember you by” the boy said “yea like what” Octavia said with a angry expression “like being the first person on the ground in the last 100 years” the boy said before opening the door. Octavia stepped out and jumped on to the ground “WERE BACK BITCHES” she yelled and then everyone ran out of the drop ship. “It’s beautiful” I said to myself kneeling down to Touch the grass with my hand “it is” a boy said from behind me “Murphy!” I said as I turned around and ran to him and jumped in his arms “hey Jai” Murphy said with a smile, he was my best friend back on the ark “god I missed you so much” I said with a smile “missed you too but I got know why they put you in solitary” he said with a small laugh “I snapped” I said with a evil grin “that’s my girl” he said with a smile as he puts his arm around my shoulder and starts to walk with me

“we’re on the ground isn’t that enough for you” a boy said “you heard what my father said we need to find mount whether” wells said “look at this the chancellor of earth” Murphy said coming up from behind him and pushing him. “Think that’s funny” wells said, then Murphy kicked the back of his ankle and he fell to the ground. “Wells” the blonde from before yelled “come on get him” I heard a boy yell. “No but that was” Murphy said with a smile, I couldn’t hold in my laughter. Wells got up and was ready to fight Murphy. Murphy teased him a bit coming up to him then backing up “come on, come on” he said motioning for him to come at him. People were shouting wanting some action. Then Finn jumped down from the drop ship. “The kids got one leg, how about you wait until it’s a fair fight” Finn said to Murphy “hey spacewalker rescue me next” Octavia said with a smile. Murphy grabbed me and the others and we walked away, I saw Octavia’s brother pull her away but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. “I’m going to explore” I said to Murphy “want me to come” Murphy said, he was always like my brother always protecting me “no just want some me time” I said really needing some me time. “Okay if you need help scream” Murphy said with a worried expression “okay I will love you” I said giving him a kiss on his cheek “love you too” he said before I walked off.

I was walking around the camp when a heard a twig snap “hello Murphy are you there” I said thinking he followed me “chon yu bliaik(who are you)” girl said as she put a sword to my throat. “What did you say” I said not knowing what she said. “Who are you” the girl said “Jai kane” I said trying not to snap because she is has a sword to my neck and she could kill me “your a sky person” the girl said with a shocked voice. “I told you my name you tell me yours” I said I was right I told her mine. “Lexa kom trikru” the girl said lowering her sword to my stomach “kom trikru what does that mean” I said curious “it tells others what clan I come from” lexa said lowering her sword completely but still holding it tight “well what clan would I go to” I said thinking she would said her own “Jai kom skikru” lexa said “what is skikru” I said wondering what that is. “Sky clan” lexa said putting her sword away. “Well lexa thank you for telling me, I do have one more question how are there humans here” I asked remember no one should be here “we survived” lexa said with a neutral face “how the planet should be covered in radiation” “I don’t know, Disha fucking gada(this fucking girl)” lexa looked annoyed. “Jai” Murphy yelled “get down” I said pushing lexa down “yeah” I yelled back “you talking to someone” “nope just myself” “okay come back to camp” “I’ll come back when I want to” “okay see you when you want to come back” with that Murphy walked away when he was out of my line of View I pulled lexa back up. “You didn’t let him see me why” “well you didn’t come out and say hi when we landed so Im guessing you don’t want to be seen” “mochof(thank you)” “what” “nothing” “what did you say” “come with me”

lexa took me to a village “can you heal” “like heal people, yes I can” lexa looked happy when I said that. “Lexa chon ste disha gada(who is this girl)” i woman said as she came up to me and lexa “Disha ste Jai kom skikru(this is Jai kom skikru)” “skikru” the woman looked shocked “I’m Jai Kane ” “I am Anya kom trikru” Anya said clearly unhappy “ai want kom teik her kom polis(I want to take her to polis)” lexa said with straight face “Heda you cant be serious” “yes I am” I just stared at them, what were they talking about. “Ready the horses” lexa yelled and as she did people ran to do such

Back at camp “Has anyone seen Jai” Murphy said going around to everyone “nope” most people didn’t even know Jai except she was the one who tried to kill the Chancellor and ended up killing his wife. “Hey Bellamy have you seen Jai” “no I haven’t but I need you to help take off the wristbands” “okay on it”

back at the village “Jai are you ready to go” lexa said as she mounted her Horse “yea just never road one” “you will ride with me” lexa said holding her hand out for me to grab “thanks” I said taking it and mounting the horse. We road for hours and in that time Lexa started to teach me trig “ai laik Jai kom skikru(I am Jai kom skikru)” lexa had me repeating that a hundred times “ai laik Jai kom skikru” “again” “ai laik Jai kom skikru” “your getting better” “thanks” it was silent then the horse in front of us stoped “Heda were houm(Heda were home)” a Guard said with a smile “Heda were home” I said translating him, lexa looked very impressed

“Heda welcome houm” a bold man said as he bowled his head “it’s good to be back” lexa said with a smile “your speaking English” “yes you will too our Guest doesn’t know our language well” lexa said obviously talking about me “you brought a sky person here” the man said in raged “Titus stop” lexa ordered “teik her kom a guest room(take her to a guest room)” “sha heda(yes heda)” a Guard said as she bowed her head and walked over to me “follow me” the guard said “go” lexa said to me telling me to go

we got to my room and it was nice calm the guard left when I was in the room. I laid down and that’s when I realized what I just did, I left John my best friend. But he would understand I would run off and stop talking to him for weeks back on the ark so that’s what he must think, but that’s not what happened. I left him, I didn’t even realize I started to cry “what’s wrong” lexa said as she walked into my new bedroom “I left my only family, and I didn’t even say good bye” “what’s there name” “John Murphy but everyone calls him Murphy, we met in prison” “what did you too do to get there” “John killed the guards that killed his father and I tried to kill the man that killed my mother but killed his wife instead” lexa looked at me with soft eyes “I lost someone too, her name was costia, the ice nation took her because they thought she knew my weakness because she was mine they killed her and I promised myself I wouldn’t love anyone else” “you cut out your emotions I do that too” “your training begins tomorrow” “what training” “if your going to live here you have to learn to fight”

the next couple days all I could think about was John, how I left him and he probably hates me now “Jai focus” Titus said with a strict tone, I ended up joining the night bloods and there training because no one wanted to teach me “I’m trying” I really was but I got angry. “Don’t worry nun of us got that move in a couple of days it took weeks” a night blood child said with a smile, I learned his name is adin. I also became friends with another child her mother was the Guard that guards my Chambers the child’s name is linc, she has the most beautiful black hair and gorgeous gray eyes her skin is kinda tan but she Beautiful. She’ll come to my room after school and I’ll braid her hair. We go out to the market together and look around. She was the first person to actually like me after time everyone stared to like me they felt safe even Titus stared to like me. “Jai come ona ai found something gon yu kom give kom heda(Come on I found something for you to give to heda)” linc said running into my room, it had been months and I still haven’t found a way to repay lexa for not killing me “okay I’m coming” I said getting out of bed I went to my closet and put on

And yeah I got tattoos I got them after I finished my training making me finally one of trikru. “Jai it’s good to see you” lexa said with a smile as I walked in, I had to say she’s hot. “Heda ai don a present gin yu(I got a present for you)” I said handing her a box “thank you Jai” she said as she opened the box, it was a necklace with a beautiful ring attached to it, the ring had a gem that was dark green so dark it almost looked black “I hope you like it Linc help me pick it out” “it’s beautiful thank you Jai, thank you linc” lexa put the necklace on and I couldn’t stop my heart for skipping a beat. “Linc beja bants osir(please leave us)” lexa said with a soft tone “sha heda(yes heda)” linc said before walking out the minute the door shut, she walked up to me and kissed me. Of course I kissed back when she pulled away she looked into my eyes “you have beautiful green eyes and your hair is a beautiful red” she said placing her hand on my cheek “you brown hair is gorgeous, your sea blue eyes make my heart skip a beat” I said leaning in and kissing her again. I stared to kiss her neck and that’s when there was a knock “why now” I said moving away from her neck and walking to her side “come in” “there has been a attack on tondc” Titus said coming into the throne room “sky people” “yes” “who was it” “two boys named Finn and and Murphy” when the last name left Titus mouth I froze “a village also captured two men” “who are the men” “one with dark skin the other with light skin both sky people” “do you know there names” “no” “I will see the men and then I will go to skikru” “yes heda I will ready the horses, Jai will be joining you” after Titus said that he walked out. “Are you okay” lexa said Turing to me “my brother murdered innocent people” “you said he had killed people before” “they executed his father, they were not innocent” I stared hyperventilating lexa saw this and just kissed me “breath my love”. When I calmed down I looked at her and said “Ai hod yu in lexa kom trikru(I love you)” “Ai hod yu in Jai kom trikru”

Before the sun set we left and went to the village when we got there I was brought in to see them when I did I froze “dad” when I said that lexa and all the guards looked at me “there asleep” lexa said looking at me “that’s the Chancellor” I said looking at Jaha “leave me here and bring lexa in later” “but Jai” “they know me not you” “fine” she said turning around I then started to take off the armer and weapons “Taim emo try anything kill em(if they try anything kill them)” lexa whispered to lincs mother, linc came with us she’s like my daughter “sha heda(yes heda)” lincs mother replied “lad guard the door” lad is lincs mothers name she looked just like linc but with light skin “sha kwin heda(yes queen heda)” lexa made them call me that, I wasn’t officially hers but she wanted me to be so I didn’t complain. “When they wake up come get me” lexa told a guard “and you don’t die” lexa said with a soft voice as she walked up to me and gave me a soft kiss one my lips “I won’t” I said after she pulled away

“good morning” I said as Jaha got up “you your dead Clark and Bellamy told us your dead” “I was kidnapped by the grounders” we sat there in silence before I got up and walked over to Kane “wake up daddy” I said shaking him awake “Jai” “JAI” he yelled as he got up and pulled me into a hug “I thought you were dead” “I thought you were dead” “hello friend” jaha said Joining into the conversation “Jaha{can’t spell his last name}” Marcus said as he got up and hugged him “I thought you were dead” “me too” I found it cute what I just saw, my dad sat down and tried to get the chain off his foot I just sat there looking at them “Kane stop” Jaha said with a very exhausted tone ““good morning” I said as Jaha got up “you your dead Clark and Bellamy told us your dead” “I was kidnapped by the grounders” we sat there in silence before I got up and walked over to Kane “wake up daddy” I said shaking him awake “Jai” “JAI” he yelled as he got up and pulled me into a hug “I thought you were dead” “I thought you were dead” “hello friend” jaha said Joining into the conversation “Jaha{can’t spell his last name}” Marcus said as he got up and hugged him “I thought you were dead” “me too” I found it cute what I just saw

it had been two days, my dad tried to get the chain off his foot I just sat there looking at them “Kane stop” Jaha said with a very exhausted tone “if they wanted to kiss us they would have done it already” Jaha said again “oh two days with out food or water” Kane sounded so full of frustration “come on how many times did we go two days with out food or water, this is not how our story ends Marcus. We wind up in the same train station on the ground just to die in it” Jaha said still very exhausted will he plays with a stick “you guys still got work to do” I said joining the conversation. “How can you be so sure” Kane asked as he scoffed “wells told me” I said very calmly “you’ve spoken to my son” “he was one of my best friends on the ark before I killed your wife he used to visit me in prison” I said with a tear. That’s when the ground we came in, Kane stood up Lexas guard cam in with her shoulder armer on, he signed for the guards to pick Jaha up and that’s when I stood up but instead of picking him up they started to beat him up “stop” Kane yelled “we came in peace” I yelled following along after they were done beating him up they picked him up, that’s when I noticed lexa behind her guard she looked like a servant he signed for her to walk over to him she was whimpering and walking slow like so was just beat “you speak of peace yet you send a assassin into our village” the man said with a ruff voice “what are you talking about” kane said with a very confused look “blood must have blood” he said looking at lexa he then pulled out her knife and pointed it and both of them “one of you will die here today by the others hand I will hear your terms of your surrender from the man who lives” he said before throwing lexas knife on the ground “fetch osir when it’s Odon(fetch us when it’s done)” he said turning to lexa who looked scared with that he walked out

I fell asleep and when I woke up lexa was shaking me awake “they’re making there decision” lexa said so only I could hear here “okay make sure my father kills Jaha” I said back keeping my eyes closed “I will my love” she said getting up and walking away, I heard yelling and gates opening when I heard lexa voice I got up and walked to her side “Jai what are you doing” “standing with my love daddy” both Jaha and Marcus looked confused “what did you do to my daughter” Marcus said as he looked at lexa in disgust “i Made her my queen” lexa said grabbing my hand “you killed my mother” I said to Jaha “I still love you father” I said to Kane “so I will spear you” lexa said with a blank face “Go to the horses” Lexa whispered to me “okay my love” I said before leaving

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This was inspired by the prompt - Kissing in a pillow fort

The sky was a brilliant shade of blue, speckled with fluffy, white clouds as Lexa made her way to Clarke's house. It was a Saturday afternoon, the kind that whispered promises of endless possibilities and adventures. Lexa’s footsteps were light, her heart filled with the familiar thrill of spending the day with her best friend.

As she approached the Griffin residence, the sound of laughter and music spilled out from an open window, guiding Lexa like a beacon. She rang the doorbell, a smile already blooming on her face.

Clarke opened the door, her bright blue eyes shining with excitement. "Lexa! You're here!" she exclaimed, stepping aside to let her in.

The Griffin house always felt like a second home to Lexa. There was a warmth to it, a lived-in feeling that made her feel instantly comfortable. She followed Clarke through the hallway, their conversation a lively stream of updates and shared jokes.

They reached Clarke's room, where a magnificent pillow fort awaited. It was a sprawling construction of blankets, pillows, and fairy lights, creating a cozy haven. Clarke's artistic touch was evident in the hand-drawn banners and colorful cushions that adorned their fortress.

"Welcome to our Saturday headquarters!" Clarke declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement.

Lexa laughed, her heart light. "It's amazing, Clarke. You've outdone yourself!"

They crawled into the fort, the outside world melting away as they entered their own little universe. Inside, the fort was even more magical. The fairy lights cast a soft glow, creating a world that felt removed from reality, a place where only they existed.

Clarke and Lexa sat cross-legged in the pillow fort, surrounded by a sea of soft blankets and the gentle glow of fairy lights. The air was filled with the sweet scent of popcorn and the quiet hum of their shared laughter. Clarke, with a half-eaten popcorn in hand, suddenly turned to Lexa, her expression a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Did you hear about Miss Diyoza in class yesterday? She got super mad because some kids were passing notes," Clarke said, her voice tinged with a hint of teenage drama.

Lexa’s eyes widened, her interest piqued. "Really? I missed that! She's usually so chill. What happened?"

Clarke leaned in closer, as if sharing a secret. "It was during the history lecture. And then, out of nowhere, she just stopped talking and stared at Monty and Harper passing this crumpled paper."

"No way!" Lexa exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of classroom gossip.

"Yeah! And she said, 'If you have something to share, please feel free to enlighten the whole class.'" Clarke mimicked Miss Diyoza's stern tone, causing both girls to giggle.

Lexa shook her head, smiling. "That's so like her. Did she read the note in front of the class?"

Clarke nodded, giggling. "Yeah, she did. Monty asks Harper to be his girlfriend"

Lexa laughed. "That’s embarrassing."

Clarke reached for another handful of popcorn, her eyes dancing with a mischievous glint.

"Did you hear about Bellamy and Echo?" she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Lexa's eyes lit up with interest, a smile playing on her lips. "No, what happened?"

"They're apparently dating now," Clarke revealed, her words laced with the excitement of a juicy secret.

Lexa gasped theatrically. "Really? Since when? They barely even talk in class!"

Clarke shrugged, enjoying the shared gossip. "I heard it from Raven. She said they've been hanging out a lot after school lately. It's so weird, right?"

"Yeah, totally unexpected," Lexa agreed, her tone full of wonder. "School's been full of surprises lately."

The conversation spiraled into a lively exchange of school gossip. They talked about who liked whom, which teachers were rumored to be the strictest, and the latest drama from the school play auditions. Each revelation was met with gasps, giggles, and wide-eyed expressions.

Clarke, with a sly grin, leaned closer. "And guess what else? I heard that Mr. Pike caught Jasper and Maya passing notes in English class. But instead of getting mad, he read the note out loud, and it was a really bad poem Jasper wrote for Maya!"

Lexa burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. "No way!"

After their laughter had subsided from the latest round of school gossip, Clarke glanced at the small laptop they had set up in the corner of their pillow fort. An idea sparked in her eyes, and she turned to Lexa with an excited grin.

"Hey, do you want to watch a movie?" Clarke asked, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Lexa's face lit up at the suggestion. "Yeah, that sounds awesome! What should we watch?"

Clarke bit her lip in thought, scanning through the list of movies they had been wanting to see. "How about a rom-com? Something light and fun?"

"Perfect choice!" Lexa agreed enthusiastically. "Rom-coms are the best for nights like these."

Clarke navigated through the streaming service, her finger hovering over the titles. Finally, her eyes landed on a movie they had both been talking about seeing. It was a new romantic comedy that everyone at school seemed to be talking about.

"What about this one?" Clarke pointed to the screen, displaying the movie's poster, which featured a colorful and whimsical design. "I've heard it's really funny."

Lexa peered at the screen and nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, let's watch that! I've been wanting to see it ever since Anya mentioned it."

Excited, Clarke clicked on the movie, and the opening credits began to roll. They adjusted their positions in the fort, making sure both of them could see the screen comfortably. Clarke grabbed a couple of extra pillows for them to lean on and pulled the bowl of popcorn closer.

As the movie started, the fort was filled with the sounds of laughter and dialogue from the screen. Clarke and Lexa were soon absorbed in the story, commenting on the characters and laughing at the funny scenes. The outside world seemed to fade away as they delved into the world of the movie, enjoying the comfort of each other's company and the shared joy of a good film.

When the movie reached its climax and the two lead characters shared a tender, triumphant kiss, Clarke turned to Lexa, a curious glimmer in her eyes.

"Lexa, have you ever kissed anyone?" Clarke asked, a playful tone in her voice.

Lexa, taken aback by the sudden question, shook her head with a shy smile. "No, I haven't. What about you?"

"Me neither," Clarke replied, a bit of a giggle escaping her. She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Do you think it's like how they show in movies?"

Lexa pondered for a moment, her gaze turning back to the frozen image of the kissing couple on the laptop screen. "I don't know. It looks… nice, I guess? But probably not exactly like that in real life."

The idea seemed to hang in the air between them, a bubble of curiosity in their cozy world of pillows and blankets.

"Maybe we could… you know, try it? Just a peck, to see what it's like," Clarke suggested, the words tumbling out in a rush, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Lexa's eyes widened slightly, but then she nodded, a mutual understanding of friendship and trust between them. "Okay, just a peck. Like a practice."

They both leaned in awkwardly, their eyes closing as they shared a quick, innocent kiss, more a brush of lips than anything else. As they pulled away, Clarke burst into giggles, the sound light and carefree.

"That was… weird," Clarke said, still laughing.

Lexa laughed too, though her mind was a whirlwind of new feelings and thoughts. It was a simple, innocent moment, but it sparked a realization within her, an awakening of sorts to new possibilities she hadn't considered before.

The movie resumed playing, but Lexa's thoughts were elsewhere, gently exploring the new emotions that the innocent peck had stirred. It was a moment of self-discovery, subtle yet significant, a first step in understanding herself better.

Clarke, oblivious to Lexa's internal revelations, chatted away, filling the fort with her cheerful voice. The night continued with more laughter, movie scenes, and shared snacks, a testament to the simplicity and beauty of their friendship.

As the movie credits rolled and the fairy lights in the pillow fort seemed to glow a bit softer, Clarke and Lexa lay side by side, a comfortable silence enveloping them. The laughter and conversations of the evening had woven a new layer into the tapestry of their friendship, each moment a thread of shared experiences and understanding.

Clarke turned her head to look at Lexa, her eyes reflecting the dim light. "Tonight was fun, Lexa. We should do this more often."

Lexa smiled, her thoughts still lingering on the revelations of the evening, but her heart full of warmth for the friendship she shared with Clarke. "Yeah, it was perfect. Best Saturday ever."

They began to tidy up the fort, folding blankets and gathering up the remnants of their snacks. As they worked, their chatter was light and easy, punctuated with laughter and plans for their next adventure.

Finally, with the fort returned to its former state of just being Clarke's room, Lexa gathered her things to leave. At the door, she turned to Clarke, a genuine smile on her face. "Thanks for today, Clarke. It really meant a lot."

Clarke hugged Lexa, the bond between them stronger than ever. "Anytime, Lexa. You're always welcome here. See you on Monday?"

"See you on Monday," Lexa agreed, stepping out into the cool night air, her heart light with the joys of youth and the comfort of a friendship that was more like family.

As Lexa walked home under the gentle glow of the starlit sky, her thoughts kept drifting back to the day's playful dare and the quick, innocent kiss she shared with Clarke. She could still feel her heart fluttering a bit, a mixture of surprise and excitement at the new experience.

The kiss was brief, a mere peck, but it left Lexa with a whirl of feelings she hadn't expected. She wondered what it meant, feeling a buzz of curiosity about the new emotions stirring inside her.

Skipping a little as she walked, Lexa felt a warm glow inside her. Today wasn't just any other day—it was a day where something new and exciting happened, a day she would definitely remember.

After Lexa left, Clarke lay in her bed, her room feeling a bit more special after their fun day. She couldn't stop thinking about the movie, the jokes they shared, and especially the quick, silly kiss they had dared to try. It was just a peck, really, but it made her heart beat a bit faster, and she found herself smiling at the memory.

Clarke hugged her pillow, feeling a mix of excitement and wonder. It was just for practice, she reminded herself, but it was also kind of cool and something totally new. She was happy it was with Lexa, her best friend who made everything fun and less scary.

As she closed her eyes, Clarke felt thankful for having Lexa in her life. They could share jokes, watch movies, build pillow forts, and even do goofy things like practice kisses, and it all just felt right. She drifted off to sleep with a smile, thinking about their next hangout and all the other fun firsts they might share together.

As the night wrapped the world in its quiet embrace, both Lexa and Clarke lay in their respective beds, miles apart yet connected by the memories of the day.

For Lexa, the stars outside whispered of new beginnings and self-discovery, each twinkle a reminder of the day's innocent revelation.

For Clarke, the familiar walls of her room held the echoes of laughter and shared secrets, a testament to the strength and beauty of their friendship.

In their own ways, they both cherished the simplicity and joy of their bond, a friendship that was evolving and deepening with each shared adventure.

As they drifted into dreams, their thoughts intertwined with the promise of more days filled with laughter, understanding, and the magic of growing up together.