#by sexy hunk clarke griffin of course

[owl127]

What do you think of something like omega lexa who wants to get into a more active lifestyle as best as she can so she hires alpha personal trainer Clarke to help her. Would be very cute

(Ao3)

It was intimidating.

All the younger, sexy, and comically loud omegas working out with outfits that Lexa overgrew a decade ago. The music was loud, the colors bright, and the alphas lured at every corner, seeking, watching. Judging.

Lexa would have given up on week one if she had tried this by herself.

"One more, Lexa, one more. You can do it!"

Lexa grunted at her personal trainer, the genius-sculpted statue of a woman that was Clarke Griffin. Lexa first thought she would be another source of intimidation at the gym, but the alpha surprised her with, well, everything.

Clarke was hot, sure, but she was kind. Gentle. Annoyingly patient, detailed oriented, and hot. Hot deserved a second mention in Lexa's middle-aged, divorced brain.

"You try giving another one after popping out two pups!" Lexa bit back from the mattress, sweating profusely as she went for the final push up. Stupid alpha with her stupid encouragement and her stupid shorts that did absolutely nothing to hide her ass. And, holy cow, today was one of those blessed days when Lexa could also see the contour of her—

"Great job!" Clarke interrupted her repressed sexual thoughts. "I knew you could do it! What about a celebratory smoothie? It's Friday. On me!"

Lexa nodded and immediately lay prone on the mattress, trying to control her breathing. They did that sometimes. Smoothies, ice cream (sorbet for Clarke because at least one of them had abs), juice, coffee. Clarke always had an excuse like, "happy Friday", or "I need a pick me up", "it's free, why say no, Lexa?". And Lexa would go with it, at first thinking she did that with other students, too.

It took Lexa two months to notice that, no; she did not do that to other students.

"Mango Paradise," Clarke said with s hint of pride for remembering Lexa's order as they picked up their smoothies. The early morning crowd was slowing down, and Lexa would need to leave soon to drop the kids at school.

"Thank you." She blushed. She didn't know why Clarke made her blush, but she rolled with it.

Because there was no way on god's green Earth that someone as hot as Clarke Griffin, personal trainer and a decade younger than Lexa, was hitting on her.

Lexa had stretch marks, cellulite, a pouch. Her braids were peppered in persistent grays that did not get the note that they were unwelcome.

So one can imagine Lexa's absolute confusion when Clarke, blushing, asked if she was single.

Lexa barked out a laugh that made the young couple on the other table eye them funny.

"I'm sorry?" Clarke's cheeks blazed in the spring morning, and she sucked on her Green Detox. "Did I say something funny?"

Lexa focused on how the smoothie made her teeth a light, toxic yellow before Clarke swallowed.

"What are the odds that I'm not single? Just look at me, Clarke." Self deprecating jokes, Lexa's classic MO.

"I'm looking, and that's why I asked. You're beautiful, Lexa."

Another parrot like laugh escaped Lexa's throat, and this time she had the decency to apologize to the table next to them.

"You sound like you're hitting on me," she said mischievously, slurping on her orange bomb of tropical fruits.

Clarke's face went tomato red and Lexa's stomach dropped.

"You're hitting on me," she said to no one in particular.

"Well… yeah."

"But you're hot."

"Thanks?"

"And young."

"I'm 27."

"Younger, I mean."

"Lexa, if you want to say no—"

"That's not what I said." The council of omegas would expel Lexa as a member if she ever said no to someone like Clarke. "I'm just… surprised. It's… it's been a while." Heat crept up her cheeks, and she drowned it with mango.

"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. We've been working together for a semester now, and if you're okay with it, I'd love to go out for dinner."

Sex, sex, sex! Lexa's brain chanted, and she cleared her throat.

"Dinner. Yeah, that sounds good. You have my number, right?"

"Yeah. There's an Ethiopian place in my neighborhood. I can text you the address, if that's better for you?"

Lexa smiled, touched. Clarke ever remembered her comments about good food.

"Wednesday is a good day for me."

"Wednesday," Clarke repeated with a toxic green smile. "Shoot, I need to get back to my next client. See you later, Lexa."

Before Lexa could react, Clarke leaned in her direction and pecked her cheek. She watched her walk away, her shorts clinging to everything holy and unholy.

The omega from the next table offered her a thumbs up and Lexa replied with another one.

Doing intimidating things paid off sometimes.