#clexa au: the marriage pact

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To celebrate 10 years of Clexa kissing, here are some of the Clexa kisses I most enjoyed writing. Mild spoiler alert if you haven't read those stories yet.

The Marriage Pact

As the first pair to reach the “Seven Minutes in Heaven” step, they had, at least, the advantage of being stuck in the largest closet—the one under the stairs.

“Have fun,” Raven said, wiggling her eyebrows like a maniac before closing the door.

For the first time in ages, Clarke was a little nervous in Lexa’s presence. The two girls glanced at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Or burst into laughter. Which they both did when their eyes met for the third time in ten seconds.

“We don’t have to do anything,” Lexa said, always the gentlewoman. “We can tell them whatever you want. They don’t need to know.”

Clarke almost agreed before thinking better of it. Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system—that last glass was hitting her hard—or some weird curiosity. When would she ever get a better opportunity to kiss Lexa?

“I thought you would be more of a stickler for rules. I mean, we did land on each other three times,” she said with forced assurance.

Lexa jolted her head in surprise, and oh, Clarke had never seen that particular gaze directed at her. The hint of a challenge, and something else she couldn’t quite place. Lexa’s green-gray eyes burned with unusual hunger, the two cups she had drunk lowering her defenses.

“I do like rules.” Lexa closed the distance between them in two resolute strides. However, once there, shyness replaced her determination. She cupped the side of Clarke’s face as if she were made of glass, her fingers brushing the side of her jaw with incredible tenderness. “May I kiss you?”

As ridiculous as the sentence sounded in movies, Clarke’s heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t some cheesy, predictable rom-com. It was Lexa, her Lexa, asking permission to kiss her, and Clarke couldn’t find a goddamn reason to refuse. She blinked, and that was all the consent Lexa needed.

Clarke didn’t realize her eyes had closed reflexively until stars erupted behind her eyelids when Lexa’s lips landed on hers.

It shouldn’t have felt any different from the two kisses they had previously shared in front of their friends. Or the few before that at other parties. But this one was charged with emotions and a weight none of the others had. Lexa seemed to agree. She trembled into the kiss, softly puffing air through her nostrils that tickled Clarke’s skin.

After a few seconds, Lexa leaned back to disconnect their mouths, but Clarke wasn’t ready to see it end yet. Not when this was the best kiss she had ever experienced. With a protesting whine, she caught Lexa’s nape, her fingers disappearing in chestnut locks, and pulled Lexa back. Their lips reunited, slightly off the mark, before they slanted their heads further to adjust.

Before she could think better of it, Clarke used the tip of her tongue to trace Lexa’s lips. How could she have never realized how soft, how plump those were? Like two cushions, pink and delicious, made for kissing. And Lexa was good at it. She half-opened her mouth to welcome Clarke, her tongue slowly dancing around the other girl’s as if it had done it a thousand times before.

Clarke heard a soft moan, and it took her a moment to realize it had come from her throat. A few minutes before, she had been in the middle of a party, joking and drinking with her friends. And there she was, in a closet, kissing her best friend as if she were the last person on the planet. An oasis in the desert.

When Clarke moved back to catch her breath, she almost passed out at the sight of Lexa staring at her with half-hooded eyes, her lips bruised from the kisses. “Wow.”