#clexa prompt

[asleepingtiger]

@dreamsaremywords thanks for the prompt. Literally just wrote this quickly. Ignore any mistakes.

Prompt: clexa arguing over the best ways to butter toast

Clarke hummed to herself as she buttered her toast sticking the butter knife into the block on the butter dish and forcing it to spread on the freshly toasted toast. The bread was ripping apart from the force.

Lexa stood next to her in horror.

“Love, Clarke, erm. Why are you buttering your toast that way?”

Clarke raised her brow in question, “Lex, this is the only way to make butter on toast.”

Lexa stared at the butchered toast.

“Clarke, no there’s other ways.” She said holding in a smirk.

Clarke folded her arms facing Lexa, “go on then, show me how you butter your toast with that rock.”

Lexa smirk broke as she took the butter knife from Clarke, “while the toast is fresh, you want to scrape some butter, let it curl on the knife and spread it lightly so it just soaks in.”

She turns to Clarke who was still looking at her with her brow still raised.

“I know how to butter toast, Lexa.”

“Clearly not, you’ve butchered yours!” Lexa pointed to the holes in the now soggy toast.

“But it’s my toast, you might be perfect in everything you do, even if it is toast!” Clarke was taking this a little too seriously.

Lexa was only winding her up and it was working.

“I��m perfect in everything I do, huh?” Lexa put the butter knife down, forgetting her nicely spread toast as she moved closer to Clarke.

“Oh you know you are, being a lawyer, an aunty to Raven’s and Anya’s child, the way you hold yourself and the way you make me orgasm, everything you do is perfect even buttering the pathetic bread!” Clarke was irate.

Lexa pulled Clarke’s folded arms free and held her waist, “love, I’m winding you up.”

“Well it worked.” Clarke relaxed in Lexa’s hold, she couldn’t never be annoyed in Lexa’s arms.

“I did like the sound of what you said about when you orgasm.” Lexa lowered her gaze to Clarke’s lip seductively.

“I thought you’d perk your ears up at that.” Clarke scoffed, she now had her arms around Lexa’s slender neck bring her closer.

Lexa leaned into Clarke, pressing into the right places, “Want me to make it up to you?”

Clarke brushed her fingers down the back of Lexa’s neck where her hair was loose from her messy bun.

“Lexa, you’re going to crumple your outfit.” Clarke pulled away slightly checking her wife out.

Lexa wore a causal white v-neck top, light grey tailored slacks and black patent brogues finishing it off with her glasses.

She looked damn hot.

“It’d be worth it,” Lexa kissed Clarke and lingered.

Clarke bit her bottom lip and looked up at Lexa’s growing darker ones then leaned in.

“I just got my period this morning.” Clarke stated as she just kissed the side of Clarke’s cheek and walked away satisfied with herself.

“That explains a lot,” Lexa muttered.

[anonfanfic]

30 - "i am sorry that you found out this way."

For Clexa 🙏

Hope this is okay...I took some liberties with the context of the prompt.

Clarke and Lexa had been through so much together, yet they still managed to find comfort in each other's arms. Their love was both pure and powerful, and nothing could ever come between them. Clarke knew that she could always count on Lexa, no matter what.

One day, Clarke decided to surprise Lexa with a romantic picnic in the woods. Raven and Octavia jumped at the chance to help. They spent all morning preparing Lexa's favorite foods, packing a cozy blanket, and picking out the perfect spot for them to relax and enjoy each other's company. 

As they sat under the shade of a tall oak tree, Clarke couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the love she had for Lexa.

Lexa noticed the look in Clarke's eyes and leaned in to kiss her softly. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, running her fingers through Clarke's hair.

"Just how lucky I am to have you," Clarke replied, resting her head on Lexa's shoulder.

Lexa smiled, "I am the lucky one." Lexa leaned over and kissed the top of Clarke’s head.

As they finished their meal, Clarke reached into her backpack and pulled out a small handmade wooden box. She handed it to Lexa, who opened it to reveal a beautiful necklace.

"It's the Infinity necklace," Clarke explained. "It represents our love and how it will last forever."

Clarke had worked for weeks on perfecting the necklace with the help of some of the friends she had made in Polis since calling it her second home. It wasn’t perfect, but Clarke felt her chest radiate warmth as she looked at the smile on Lexa’s face.

Lexa was touched by the gesture and placed the necklace around her neck. "I will wear this always," she said, kissing Clarke's cheek.

As they packed up their things and headed back to camp, they were both filled with a sense of happiness and contentment. But when they arrived, they found the camp in chaos. People were running around, shouting and crying.

Clarke and Lexa made their way to the center of the commotion, where they discovered that one of the neighboring tribes had attacked their camp, killing many of their people. Clarke was devastated, and she felt a pang of guilt for leaving the camp when it needed her the most.

Lexa put her hand on Clarke's shoulder, "We will get through this together," she said, her voice calm and steady.

They helped to clean up the camp and tend to the wounded.

As the sun began to set, Clarke and Lexa found themselves alone, standing by the edge of the training grounds high above the city. They watched as the sky turned a deep shade of orange, and the stars began to twinkle in the distance.

"I am so sorry you found out this way," Clarke said, turning to face Lexa.

Lexa looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I wanted today to be perfect. I wanted to show you how much I love you, and instead, we came back to all of this."

Lexa put her arm around Clarke's waist, "Clarke, what happened today was not your fault.” Lexa turned so she was facing Clarke and locked eyes with her. “Life is about more than just surviving.” Lexa wrapped her other arm around Clarke and pulled her in.

Clarke leaned into Lexa's embrace, feeling her warmth and strength. She knew that no matter what happened, they would always have each other.

As the night fell around them, Clarke and Lexa stood there, holding each other and looking out into the vast wilderness. Tomorrow the sun would rise and they would start to rebuild with their people. Most importantly, they would do it side-by-side forever.

[tiny-pun]

My poison brings all the boys to the yard

B: Wait, you made me food too?

A: Clearly. Now stop staring at it and eat it before it gets cold.

B: *inspecting it*

A: Please; it’s not poisoned. First of all, that’s a waste of food. You know I don’t do that. Secondly; it’s a waste of poison. Mine is so expensive, I wouldn’t be caught dead, wasting it on the likes of you. And lastly, if I wanted to hurt you, you’d be on the ground the moment you stepped into my home. So stop staring and start eating.

B: … Fine. But if this is poisoned I’m soo going to haunt your ass.

[blu3haw4]

Happy Clexaweek everyone! I bring to you today a new idea born from... such a random post. An anon sent me a prompt for introvert college gamer Clarke and Lexa and I couldn't resist. I build up their characters through asks and I've been having a lot of fun with it, So

Here's... (already on AO3)

The Sex Life Of Gamer Girls

Summary: Clarke and Lexa are introvert college student who unknowingly attend the same school. They both love gaming and they meet online, they love chatting with each other, and there's lots of flirting online as well. After learning they attend the same school -and a little awkward silence- they make plans to meet up.

“You’re still in your underwear!” Octavia groans, closing the bathroom door forcefully behind her.

Lexa turns to frown at her, despite knowing that attitude is more than justified. She’s changed too many times to count, and they don’t really have that much time until they must be at the theater for sound check with the rest of the orchestra.

It’s just… that she has a few options. Three pairs of pants and three blouses give her room to try them all a few times in different combinations, and that’s not even adding the jackets, which may change the outfit completely-

“Why are you so worried, I though Sky was just a friend”

“She is! And it’s Clarke-”

“Not the point” Octavia rolls her eyes; she knows Clarke and Sky are the same person.

“That she’s my friend doesn’t mean I don’t want to impress her” Lexa deadpans.

“Okay, and you don’t think the master solo you’re playing tonight will do the trick?” Lexa just huffs at her and turns to examine her clothes again.

Octavia groans again.

“Just tell me what’s up” She rolls her eyes falling into her bed. They both know what’s up, they’ve been best friends for too long and roommates for what feels like even longer to not know what is up.

Still, neither would say it.

“You’ve never cared about your looks other than the prize and brand of your clothes-“

“That’s not true”

“Yes, it is”

“No it’s not”

“And understatement then”

“Overstatement”

“Whatever!” Octavia growls and Lexa can’t help the triumphant smirk “If she’s really just a friend go black dress-pants, black shirt and the grey vest. You look cool, you dick”

Lexa’s smirk falls, she utters a response about the word sounding like dyke just to keep Octavia talking as she turns back to her clothes with a frown.

She knows she looks cool with the vest, profession even, some might say. The colors, or rather shades, are fitting for the play and she knows it’s going to be comfortable on her seat. And she knows Clarke is just her friend, her online friend that she’s going to meet in real life for the very first time. After a year of playing together and recently after an awkward couple of months since they found out they go to the same school, but ultimately, just her friend,

But she might be more, closer than expected, they flirt a lot, or at least Lexa thinks they do, sometimes, not that she has ever asked or acknowledge it with her, she doesn’t want to or would admit it -right now-…

“What if…” She sighs through her mouth, sitting down on Octavia’s bed and avoiding eye contact with her “cool… is not… what I’m going for”

A second goes by, then another. She counts to three before gazing over to Octavia. She’s narrowing her eyes and it’s clear she’s trying to tame the smirk raising, Lexa can’t help but join her.

“If… you would rather, let’s say, look… hot. Go with the leather pants and the green knitted sweater with the… big crunch turtleneck” Octavia hums “Your figure does “Woop!” She says, making an hourglass silhouette with her hands and winking at her.

“I don’t have an hourglass figure” Lexa rolls her eyes at Octavia’s defiant laugh. She stands to get the sweater regardless. It wasn’t within her first options, but it should work, she can envision the outfit in her head and… yeah, she does look hot in that.

“The tight ones?”

“No, the others. With the belt. You could also do heels.”

“I’m not doing heels” Lexa rolls her eyes, putting on an undershirt before grabbing the sweater.

“Your ass pops with heels. Sexy as fuck”

Lexa pauses, with the turtleneck half over her face, considers for a second and turns to look at Octavia. She’s already smirking, Lexa huffs as she pulls the sweater the rest of the way down revealing her own smirk.

“I’m just saying, Sky is going to love it, she would have to be blind to not want to kiss you”

“It’s Clarke” Lexa corrects as she slides the pants up and bounces to get them past her hips. She ignores most of the sentence and refuses to acknowledge the blush rising to her cheeks.

“It’s the same person! We both know who I mean”

“But I need us to get used to calling her Clarke”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve been calling her Sky since we met, and she asked me to please call her Clarke when we see each other”

“Okay… but why?”

“Because it’s her name!” Lexa rolls her eyes. And okay, that is maybe a bullshit answer, but she doesn’t have to explain everything to Octavia.

---

There’s no need to, really, when Octavia has heard it all already. From the first time Lexa realized they never addressed each other by any names, through teasing when she heard ‘princess’ coming out of Lexa’s mouth for the first time, all the way to a few days ago when Clarke asked to "please, for the love of god, don't you dare call me Sky.”

It was a funny thing, a few memories that Lexa held dearly, close to her heart.

The first time they talked they greeted each other with ‘hi there’s and ‘hello’s and continued to talk directly about the game, they told each other coordinates and gave each other directions, they were the only two playing so there wasn’t any real need to clarify who they were talking to.

It went like that the first few times they played together, just greeting each other with ‘hi’s and ‘hey there’s while Lexa started to realize there were only two ways she could think of to call her new duo and one of them was ‘Princess’.

The first time she called her Sky wasn’t even talking to her, Lexa was telling Octavia all about her new online friend and she went with it and it just kinda… stuck. She still didn’t bring it up to Clarke for another while, Clarke hadn’t brought it up either, but they’ve talked once about potentially playing in teams of four which would inevitably force them to talk about it.

“We were just talking the other day that it would be fun to play squad but” Lexa tasked, she didn’t know why she felt so nervous “I mean, I would have to ask her a name or something, right? If we’re going to be talking with more people, I mean… But her username is SkyPrincess… and I’m not about to call her Princess”

Octavia eyed her suspiciously, because of course she noticed Lexa’s nervousness, she could’ve brought it up directly to this Sky, but instead she asked her best friend for advice.

So, it was her job… to tease her.

"I mean if you wanted to” she said suggestively.

"Octavia! No" Lexa blushed, because… maybe she did. A little. Secretly.

"Okay, but keep it in mind" Octavia winked at her before tasking and turning more serious “Just ask her. I mean it’s not like GaHeda gives any indication of your name. It translates to Girl Commander”

“She could think of calling me Heda”

“Didn’t you already tell her what it means? She would be having the same argument we’re having with her friends”

Which might as well be the case, she didn’t ask, but she got a better grip on her emotions by the time the subject of playing squads was brought up again.

“Should we play with open mic?” She asked.

“I mean… sure, it would be   fun. Does it matter?”

“Uhm not really I just… I would need to know... how to call you, so we can communicate better.” Lexa paused. “Cause I’m not gonna call you Princess"

“What if I am an actual princess?”

“I... you aren’t- are you?” Lexa stutters, not that she believed so, but… could it-

Clarke snorts, unable to keep up her own lie “no… but I could've been” she joked, oh so pleased with herself.

Lexa snorted and rolled her eyes “Can't imagine a princess using Fornite’s open mic”

“Are you a princess? How would you know?”

“I could be. And that's the reason I wouldn't call you a princess”

“…You just stepped on your own lies” Clarke giggled out after a second.

“Whatever!” Lexa rolled her eyes again, she was smiling though, Clarke always made her laugh whether she was trying or not “Can I call you Sky or are you going to tell me your name?” She tried, smiling through it, no longer nervous.

“Will you tell me yours? Because I don't want to call you "Heda" now that I know it means commander... even though you are bossy” Clarke started laughing,

“You are bossy!” Lexa laughed with her.

They calmed into a few giggles “Okay, okay. I must admit I do like sky…” Clarke chewed her lip and considered for a second before adding “but uhm, my name is Clarke”

“Klark” Lexa tried out, and it made her smile.

“Mmh, sure, click the K however you'd like” She couldn’t help but murmur, trying to tame her smile.

“I'll stick with Sky then” It’s the tasked respond she gets, making her laugh a full belly laugh. She could almost imagine the eyeroll that accompanied it, if only she knew how Lexa looked.

“I should make you call me Heda just for that” Lexa huffed while she was still laughing.

“I'll call you Gabe if you don't tell me your name” She shot back, still giggling when she answered, not missing a beat.

“Noo! Iugh, that's awful” Lexa sounded truly disgusted “It's G-AH not G-ei-b. You're not trying to say g-ei-m. It's like g-ah-m-ah” she clarified, it was a different language after all.

Before Clarke could come up with a joke she added “aaand! My name is Lexa”

It paused Clarke. It’s pretty, it fits her in a way that she can’t fully understand. She tested it in her head for a second, mouthing it as her eyes roamed her screen, dreaming of putting a face to the name.

“Lex-ah” She smiled, unable to be serious for too long “... not lex-ei?”

“I’m disconnecting” Lexa sighed immediately through what Clarke simply knew to be a tamed smile.

“No wait!” She called out anyways, giving the seriousness Lexa was surely looking for… only for a little bit “Lex-aH is fine, Lex-aH is perfect, beautiful even"

She said without thinking, not realizing she put no filter in her words. She didn’t take it back, not embarrassed, no regrets. She hoped Lexa liked it… or at least didn’t hate it.

“You done?” Lexa asked in a dry tone that was just so… her. So used to be serious but hiding laughter behind it.

Clarke couldn’t help but smile knowing that she had got to know Lexa enough at that point to be able to tell those little details.

“If you forgive me, yeah” She tried with her brightest smile, knowing that even if Lexa couldn’t see it, she could surely hear it.

“Let's play then Sky”

“You're really not going to say my name again?”

“Noup” and there was laughter, slipping through a single word and making Clarke smile and giggle.

Clarke didn’t argue, she did laugh the first twenty times Lexa called her Sky, not caring that their different teammates couldn’t understand what was so funny.

Lexa continued to call her Sky every time after that day, and Clarke did end up calling Lexa Heda sometimes, mostly as a way to mock her bossy-ness, laughing at her -and maybe flirting a little- after Lexa described exactly what she needed to do.

Lexa got her turn as well, when Clarke was feeling serious and she took it upon herself to boss her around about weapon load-out and heals and locations, she would just throw in a “yess, princess!” not only making her blush but immediately disarming her.

It was annoying that she liked it so much.

Annoying that she liked Sky just as much, because no one else called her that, it was their thing, Lexa’s names only for her. There was always a specific tone that came with it as well, a tone to shifted and morphed through the months, when there used to be a teasing tilt now there was a softness to it, an affectionate tilt to the word, maybe a flirtatious one as well… or maybe Clarke was projecting.

There have been other names recently, proposedly thrown in there to test the waters on what exactly their relationship was about. It was a constant state of doubt, of overthinking and questioning if what she was doing was okay, if Lexa liked it or was just been polite, of whether she was actually clueless, and Clarke wouldn’t -couldn’t- blame her, she didn’t know what exactly she was doing either.

She couldn’t say that it had started recently, but it definitely felt like there had been a pause when they found out they went to the same school, and then they were back to it even stronger after the holidays.

It was a little over a year since the first time they played together when they talked about it for real. They both knew the other was a college student, but they didn’t know much else about it. They hadn’t really talked about it in depth, just the classic ‘oh I need to study for a class’ or ‘I have this group assignment’ and then they were back to talking about the game.

The only reason Lexa started asking more questions that time was because Clarke had joined the game three hours later than they had agreed, she was three hours late because a group meeting for a class she didn’t even like had run that late because everyone was knee on arguing with each other and they couldn’t agree on anything. Clarke was so tired and so pissed, Raven was out at a party with Nyilah and Echo had a terrible headache and Clarke just needed to complain about it to someone.

That night was the first time she shared about her career choice -by complaining about the classes that didn’t fit with it anymore- how she had only truly realized what she wanted mid semester and now she was stressing with a pair of classes that she didn’t like or care for, and it felt good to share with Lexa this new part of herself one she was really and recently excited about.

In turn, Lexa shared a little about her life as well, she told Clarke about the classes she was learning were not what she wanted, those subjects she learned she only liked as extracurriculars, she told her about her extracurriculars, and that it was very likely that anytime she said she couldn’t make it after class it was probably due to them, much more probable than her needing to study.

They talked about the different courses their schools offered and were surprised to realized they offered pretty much the same ones, they got suspicious when Lexa mentioned a science fair she attended a few day prior and Clarke remembered there had been one at her school as well. Neither of them really wanted to ask because they were afraid to be right; Clarke had never pondered the idea of actually meeting Lexa in real life, but suddenly it became all too possible when Lexa cleared her throat and reluctantly asked.

“Hey uhm… Clarke?” and that was already a change, Lexa calling her by her name always meant serious, though until this point nothing had ever been truly serious “are you… attending *Polaris University*?”

“I… am. Are you as well?”

“…Yeah”

They were in the middle of a game, so it wasn’t hard to shift subject and ignore the awkwardness, one that was born from… very confusing feelings. Because they both knew that if this was anyone else, they would close the game and block the person to never have to worry about it again, instead, because they liked each other so much they were caught in this limbo of what the fuck to do.

When they ended second place in their game and the options’ screen loaded in, Lexa asked “Ready up?”

“Yep, let’s go” Clarke answered, and they played for another hour before saying goodnight like any other time, only difference been not asking when they would get on again.

It was around the end of November so it wasn’t hard to use Thanksgiving as a self-told excuse to not play much -Lexa lying more than Clarke about not having the time, she retired back to other, offline, games since she wasn’t spending it with her family, and there's only so much time you can spend talking with your best friend when only one of you has a social life and you live together-

After Thanksgiving is finals time so it’s the same thing, neither ask the other to play and they don’t really chat over discord, but it still feels like they are giving out excuses even when they’re only in their heads. It’s around this time that Clarke finally tells her roommate and college best friend, Raven, about Lexa. Over the past year Raven has heard her name a few times, she’s never bother asking more though since Clarke also played with other people including her childhood best friends.

Clarke has no filter that day, she sits on Raven’s bed and asks for her help on her dilemma, she explains how she met Lexa and how great she is and how much she likes playing with her and how good it felt to tell her about her life and feel like real friends -she didn’t mentioned the flirting- but how that had led to finding out they were in the same school which then led to the awkward thanksgiving break that made Clarke realize she didn’t want to lose her but didn’t know how to move forward. Ultimately the answer was giving it time and Raven promised not to tease her about it… in front of their roommates.

Finals roll out and then winter break and they finally calm down a bit, Lexa has been playing on her own since Clarke hasn’t even started the launcher, but then a day before Christmas she gets on.

They’re both in their hometowns, it’s late at night for both and it’s easy to send a group request and play together, blaming their quietness on tiredness and just chilling in every game. Just like that, they start playing regularly again, Lexa confesses to being practically free all break long and Clarke jokes -and means it- that she’s going to use her as an excuse to get aways from too much family time.

They go back to school, and they go a few weeks playing without mentioning it, each pondering in their heads the chances of running into each other, of whether they would recognize the other and whether they would want that to happen.

It feels like they get to the same conclusion at the same time when they start tiptoeing around the subject. The flirting turns ON for real, silly still because that's who they are but oh so clearly there. It’s fun, and it’s easy to forget they were troubled by about a month with this when now it felt so easy.

Clarke starts very consciously saying "sorry, babe" and "babe, c'mon" during fights, Lexa leans much more into calling Clarke Princess, either while watching her clutch a 1v2, or when she's found her favorite gun and she’s bringing it over to her - Clarke misses snipers this season but will settle for the hunting rifle recently added- Lexa also sneaks a little "goodnight princess" every so often, that makes it impossible for Clarke to sleep those night, blushing and smiling like a fool while trying not to imagine other scenarios where Lexa could call her that.

The nagging feeling that it can all fall apart if she pushed too far is still there, and then Lexa brings up meeting up, very casually mentioning she’s going to be playing with the orchestra -because yes, she plays the piano- and she would like if Clarke could assists “I think you could like it, it’s quiet an epic set”

---

The doubts and questioning and overthinking only increased after they had agreed to meet up. And they are right there as Clarke changes outfits so many times, not deciding on color palette or style, and what she’s supposed to do for her make up, and her hair-

She tried to do all this freaking out during the week, preparing beforehand was a smart move, even though she wasn’t supposed to be stressing; Lexa was her friend… had to be, at least until they met for real and she figured out her feelings.

Hiding away from Raven … wasn’t her smarted decision. She Is, after all the only person who knows about Lexa, or how Clarke feels about her. She already knew her so well - sharing a dorm and a room together for a year and a half does that- of course she clocks Clarke’s internal struggle the minute she walks into their room, dressed and ready to be Clarke’s plus-one, and finds her in front of the mirror with three different tops on her hands, and none of them on her.

“Girl, really?”

Clarke turns straddled, wide eyes pressing the tops close to her body and blinks.

Raven closes her eyes and sighs, if she wants to laugh, she covers it perfectly, she drops her bags and massages her forehead before getting to work.

“Did you pick the bottoms?”

“Uhm-”

“Cargos, then, you look good, you’ll feel comfortable and they’re easy to match” Raven grabs one of the tops from her hands and throws it back to her bed “That one doesn’t. Are you going light or dark?”

“I… was thinking light” she swallows, she’s not intimidated… at all, it’s just that Raven is weirdly this serious and she’s unsure how to react. That’s all.

“Light blue one, I love those. These two don’t match though” Raven says as she grabs the remaining two tops and throws them as well. She finds Clarke’s cargos and throws them at her “Put them on” She says as she starts rummaging through Clarke’s closet.

“Ohhh look at you! you’re perfect” Raven gasps after a second “Listen I know you love cleavage” she says turning to face Clarke “but you don’t own this top for no reason” she smirks showing her a knitted, sleeveless crop-top color cream.

She doesn’t wait for an answer before she’s throwing it at her, she throws herself to her bed with a satisfied sigh and lets Clarke get dressed.

“I think you know you need to go with the combat boots, and for coats, just pick any of the high-end long-ass ones, I know you own a bunch but just don’t take forever. Actually, just go with the cappuccino one”

Clarke simply nods, going over her large selection of coats in her head as she finished dressing, confirming that, yeah, the cappuccino one is perfect. She’s a bit surprised at how… honest Raven’s help seems to be, she know Raven is a good friend and cares about her, it’s just that her help is usually accompanied by-

“I don’t know why you’re so worried about this- Scratch that I know why” Raven interrupts her thoughts, turning to her with a smirk.

Oh, there it comes.

The teasing.

“Obviously you’re like in love with this girl or something-

“I’m not!”

“-but I mean come on, you already know each other, she already likes you!”

“I’m not worried”

“And I’m not a genius, Griffin don’t lie to me!” She rolls her eyes “if you weren’t worried you wouldn’t have told me about her when you found out she was studying here” she raises her eyebrows, giving her time to say something even when they both know she won’t.

“You say she’s your friend, and you think she’s inviting you to this thing as a friend… but you don’t know if you want her to be more -Your words, not mine-”

“I know! Can you just… forget it, just today. Just be there, don’t mention it” Clarke pouts and then spins in place showing off her outfit to Raven.

“Hot” Raven nods and winks, and as Clarke walks to her closet to grab her coat and boots Raven sighs, long and tired “Fiiine, but only because I love you. And only today, I want all the details tomorrow. No gatekeeping!”

“Some gatekeeping”

“Only if you get lucky. I’ll forgive you wanting to keep the details of some gross love making”

“Raven!” Clarke scowls, blushing.

“Do we have a deal?”

“Ugh!” Clarke simply groans and walks out with her purse and phone.

It’s nerve wrecking, to stand backstage knowing Sk-Clarke!- is out there and will be able to tell who Lexa is immediately. It’s a little ridiculous that she’s not nervous about playing but about Octavia getting recognized by Clarke while popping her head out of the curtain to try and see if she finds her.

“How do you not know how she looks?” Octavia huffs as she closes the curtains for a third time.

“I told you, she just said she’s blonde” Lexa shrugs, she doesn’t want to stress out -more than she already is- trying to find Clarke in the audience, the chances of recognizing her were practically zero, she had no description, no picture, nothing.

“How will you meet up then?”

“I told her I play the piano, and that we can meet after at the… one of the exits, I don’t remember now” Lexa shook her head. Octavia rolled her eyes painfully and returned to her position between the curtains trying to see if she could spot Clarke.

She gets scowled at by their maestro and sent to her seat behind her drums a minute later and Lexa follows suit sitting behind the piano. She tries to focus on the sheets of music written in front of her, but her head is already running over any possible place Clarke could be sitting and how she might look from there.

‘So much for not stressing’ She scowls at herself, but it doesn’t stop her from spotting every blonde in the audience as soon as the curtains open. She closes her eyes a minute later as the greeting applauses quiet down and she takes a deep breath, focusing, tuning everything else out.

The music’s start with the piano and Clarke can’t comprehend how incredible Lexa looks leading the group. Raven asks which one is Lexa as soon as the curtains open and Clarke has to pause for a second, realizing she’s going to need a minute -or an hour- to process seen Lexa for the first time, so she lies, she tells Raven she doesn’t know. She’s honest when she tells her that they’ve never shared any social media or pictures of each other, but the reality is that there’s only one piano, and the pianist fits the description perfectly.

Lexa looks… majestic. The sweater is very feminine, the crunch turtleneck softens her broad shoulder, the light behind her accentuates her waist, as does the thick belt attached to the high wait of her pants that have no right making her legs look that good while sitting down. Clarke can’t tell from this far, but she wonders if the color of the blouse is a choice to accentuate that of her eyes. Her hair is tied back at the top by a few braids and the rest falls like a cascade over her back, her posture is pristine and relaxed, she moves with the music naturally and graciously.

Clarke can’t imagine how she’s supposed to stay friends with this girl.

The set ends with an explosive assembly, Lexa meets eyes with Octavia, both sighing heavily out before smiling brightly. As usual the standing ovation and exit of the stage is a blur, Lexa find Octavia out of the shared changing room, and they hug the rest of the adrenaline out.

And while still high on that feeling, on that excitement that is amplified by the thought of meeting Clarke, her stomach still crunches when she spots a blonde girl walking towards her with purpose at their agree exit. She’s looking at her, a smile growing bigger with each step, because of course she already knew who Lexa was, she had to have known from the moment the curtains opened and must’ve been watching her the entire set.

Lexa is breathless before Clarke can even reach her, because not even all the excitement in her body can make her heart cartwheel the way seen Clarke for the first time does.

Clarke is… gorgeous, she looks like a model striding towards her, the cappuccino coat gives her an air of confidence that matches her steps, the cargo jeans frame her hips perfectly, giving a teas of her tummy before the crop-top covers her from and reveals the slightest bit of cleavage. Her hair is loose, and her waves bounce with her steps. She’s wearing eyeliner, a simple strip of black line makes the blue of her eyes shine, or maybe that’s just the excitement.

When she’s finally withing reach, Clarke goes in for a hug; she lifts her arms before the distance is gone, shrugging a little as a warning to Lexa, barely missteps, cautions for only a fraction of a second, before she goes fully into it, deciding that it’s fine, because they’re friends, they have been for over a year now and it might be the first time they see each other in person, but this is how Clarke greets her friends, and she won’t apologize unless Lexa complains.

She doesn’t, she actually likes it, so much that it feels unreal. Lexa’s not a hugger, she only ever hugs Octavia but other than that she keeps physical contact to a minimum, and yet, she melts into the feeling of Clarke’s body fitting into hers. Clarke pulls her close and Lexa wraps her arms around her waist over the coat, she closes her eyes against Clarke’s shoulder and squeezes back when Clarke pulls her even tighter against her and sighs into her neck.

It's definitely a little too long before they pull apart and Lexa spares a thought to Octavia before she’s looking at Clarke again and all thoughts evaporate.

“Hey there!” Clarke breathes out as her eyes jump all over Lexa’s face, trying to take it all in at the same time.

They haven’t let go at all when Lexa laughs a little nervous “Hi”

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It takes them both right back to the first few times playing together, all the excitement and nervousness to get to hang out again, the comfort of having fun with someone new, the insecurity of sounding cool that faded through time as they learned to be goofy with each other.

The very first time they played together was in the early morning of November first, Lexa had dropped Octavia off at the custom party of one of their soccer teammates before getting back home to play fornite -with her spookiest skins- She decided to play duos a few hours in and opened her microphone.

Meanwhile, Clarke came back from a frat party she went to with her friends -who all remained there or migrated to other parties- a little tipsy and knee on continuing to have fun she immediately opens the voice chat and starts playing duos.

Lexa is the first person to join the voice chat since Clarke started.

Clarke is the first match since Lexa opened her microphone.

They greet each other and Clarke is very excited to talk to someone, Lexa isn’t sure if she finds it endearing yet, but she plays along. At first all they say are technical stuff; where the other likes to land, with what strategies the other plays, which are you chosen weapons and such, better at shooting or building and such.

They communicate well during fights, and they actually win their first game. From then Lexa gets more friendly, she asks more specific questions about the game and preference whiting it, she laughs and tags along to Clarke’s idea of switching skins anytime they lose, Clarke asks her which are her favorite and they spend an entire game discussing old ones and new ones, Lexa can’t believe she agrees to put on the Christmas ones nor can she understand how Clarke convinced her to ‘go festive’ to ‘call for the Christmas spirit’

They learn through games and games what better strategies fit them better, Lexa is less coy -and maybe a little flirty, Clarke has a pretty voice- when admitting to feeling like a pro at building and editing them. In turn, Clarke’s confidence turns up as well going over the top to prove that her aim is unmatched.

They win countless games, and they go on for hours until the sun rises and they’re both shocked that they’ve been up so long. Joking and laughing they promise to get on another time and try playing ranked since ���Clearly we’ve found ourselves the wining duo”. They disconnect with quiet goodbyes and go to sleep with untamed smiles.

For months to come they play together often, they get each other’s discords to be able to invite each other more often and the audio is often better as well.  They keep playing for months and months, through winter, spring and summer all the way back to fall.

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Octavia, who has known about Clarke all along, and is casually standing behind Lexa, can’t help but think “Friends’ my ass” as she tries not to react at Lexa’s very unusual response to a hug. She stands there for even longer than she expects after they part from the hug and just hold each other.

Eventually they seem to remember they’re not the only people in the world and Lexa turns to look at her, finally -and maybe reluctantly- letting go of Clarke.

“Uhm, Sk-Clarke” Lexa slips for a second and Clarke’s eyes widen even while her smile seem to grow “This is Octavia, my best friend” she finishes, turning to Octavia with a blush raising from her chest up to her cheeks.

“Hey, I’ve heard a lot about you… and heard you a lot” Octavia winks as she extends a hand.

“Sorry about that” Clarke breath a laugh while Lexa frowns at her. Before they can fall into some awkward argument or silence Clarke continues “Well, I would love to introduce you to my roommate, who so kindly joined me” she give Lexa a look, a smirk is there and Lexa’s eyes shine with hers “But she has abandoned me as soon as we stepped out”

“Oh no, were we that bad?” Lexa jokes, still smiling, unable to stop. She can’t explain it and doesn’t want to think about how Clarke’s mare presence makes her so happy.

“Oh no, god, you guys were amazing! It was honestly so enchanting, it felt magical”

“Thank you” Lexa and Octavia answered automatically, they could both hear the genuine tilt of happiness in Lexa’s voice though.

“Raven’s probably off trying to find a party” Clarke added after a beat of smiling at Lexa.

She just couldn’t help it, Lexa was… so pretty. Beautiful, and hot and just- so attractive, but specifically pretty, her gaze had a softness that complimented the sharp angles of her jaw, and her smile? The way her eyes lit up with it and her nose seemed to crunch a bit as if she was used to taming it down, she was just so pretty, and Clarke didn’t even want to pretend. She was sure that after a few more conversations she would say it to her, just like she told her she liked listening to her voice after only a few times playing together.

“I’m uhm-” Lexa turned only for a second to look at Octavia “I’m pretty sure some of the boys are from a frat house, they surely have a party or something planned”

Lexa finds herself saying, unsure why and not really bothered by the implication that she would go to something like that. She doesn’t get the chance to clarify anything or for Clarke to ask her because Raven joins them, all cheerful jumping into Clarke’s back and shouting a ‘hey-yoo’ as a greeting.

Lexa’s eyebrows raise up to her hairline, her smile is too bright to fully fall, but there’s definitely a different feeling in her gut now.

“I landed us an invite to the celebration with the musicians! I already texted the girls. Did you find your chick?”

And now she is blushing -she’s not sure which is responsible, the implication that ‘your chick’ is more, is different, not necessarily a friend or that ‘your chick’ is said with familiarity, like Clarke talks about her like she’s… hers.

“Raven!” Clarke hisses, blushing as she pushes her off her “Don’t jump on me” she says trying to cover up for the phrasing. Because she’s not ready to process any part of that sentence, even when it’s only two words “Be nice This is Lexa, and her best friend Octavia. This is my roommate Raven”

“I’ve been denigrated to ‘roommate’!? You’re repaying me with extra shots tonight. Hi! It’s nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you. Great play back there, by the way, gave me chills, for real!”

Clarke sighs, she tries her best at not closing her eyes -or rolling them- at Raven’s extra extrovert greeting. Lexa remains still, smile frozen and eyebrows still raised. She looks like a deer caught in headlights.

Clarke moves to try and say something, salvage the situation, but it seems to be all Lexa needs to recover.

“Hi. All good thing I hope and… thanks, we’ve been practicing a lot, it was very exciting. The crowd’s reaction was great” she says fluidly. Strongly, confident.

Clarke swallows, she sounds different than she’s even heard her, natural but also monotone like she’s used to it, like she knows how to handle it, she sounds… very sexy. And her smile is still there, her eyes don’t shine as much until she glances at her briefly, and maybe Clarke is protecting, but she smiles again, even if Lexa isn’t looking at her anymore.

Lexa sees her smile in the corner of her eye as Octavia greets Raven and they start talking about the party, sure that she’s no longer needed in the conversation she turns back to Clarke. She’s smiling, wide like she can’t be bothered to tone it down and it makes Lexa feel validated, because she’s so happy, she’s so excited to get to be with Clarke in person and she’s still too stunned to know what to do with herself.

“Y’know…” Clake stars, needing to stop the racing thought in her head “when you told me you played the piano, I didn’t imagine you would pull a solo like that, it was truly incredible”

“Thanks…” Lexa blushes, it’s not that she doesn’t know she’s amazing in her solo, it’s just that Clarke… noticed- “I mean you’ve seen my skill building and editing…” She adds, smirking a little, leaning closer “Did you really think I don’t explode this talent”

She doesn’t mean to flirt -or so she tells herself- but the implication of how far her talent extended wasn’t lost to her once the sentence left her mouth, and she won’t bother with clarifications.

Before they can gather their thoughts, their friends tell them to start moving. There’s a slight pause after Clarke asks where they’re going, and Raven rolls her eyes “Obviously to the party I just mentioned”

Octavia looks at Lexa and she doesn’t know what to say or do so, she looks at Clarke instead, who’s already looking at her with a questioning gaze. She doesn’t look hopeful nor disappointed, a little worried maybe but Lexa doesn’t even question it when the next sentence out of her mouth is “Sure, let’s go”

Her hopes of not making it a big deal go out the window when Octavia jumps on her back, letting out a strangled “Really?” before she’s squeezing her tight and vibrating with excitement.

“Okay, people this is not a drill! Let’s get going before she changes her mind!” Octavia says as soon as she jumps off her, she grabs her hand in the process and pulls at her while Lexa blushes furiously.

Raven turns to Clarke with raised eyebrows and all Clarke can do is shake her head with a shrug. She laughs when Raven grabs her hand with a shrug of her own and pulls at her in a similar manner.

She doesn’t let her anxiety take over, it starts pushing her to wonder if Lexa doesn’t actually want to go to this party, instead, Clarke takes a deep breath and waits until she’s alone with Lexa again -it happens fairly quickly, they catch up and Raven replaces her with Octavia, before they resume their own conversation.

“I take it frat parties aren’t your usual?” She asks even while Lexa still isn’t looking at her, she does smile at the question though.

“Not really” Lexa concedes and braves a look at Clarke “Parties in general are not… my usual- but hey! Neither is making friends online and yet here we are” She smiles bright, renew excitement over the topic.

Clarke smiles with her, likes the way Lexa shrugs and lifts a conspiratory eyebrow, still she can’t help but worry “We don’t…” she swallows “We don’t have to go, if you don’t want to- we can do something else or… go somewhere else” it’s Clarke’s time to shrug.

Lexa’s smile softens, and she has to look away from Clarke because really, quit it with the blushing! “It’s fine, really” she reassures “It’s not that I’m not a fan of parties per se” she smirks just thinking about it “I just… don’t particularly like people” she grimaces but her smile is too bright for it to look genuine.

Clarke snorts, like she doesn’t mean to laugh but can’t help it “You and me both” she hushes leaning closer as they giggle “I’ve heard… that alcohol helps a lot with it though” she says after a bit and it’s Lexa’s turn to snort.

“Oh I know” she nods her head, leaning into Clarke as well, because she can, and it feels good and Clarke isn’t complaining “I do know it tends to... become a problem later on as well”

“Touché” Clarke nods “Good thing we can leave whenever we want” she winks, reassuringly, she thinks, she wants Lexa to know that she can be honest anytime she’s not comfortable. And so what if it’s also a little flirty? It’s harmless.

They make good use of that statement in the end.

When they arrive at the party, the frat house is packed, there isn’t a line yet, but a couple of boys are out talking, planning a head of that moment. One of them is the guy Raven talked to, he shamelessly flirts with her and looks shocked to realize Octavia and Lexa are coming with her, he invites them in and promises to find Raven later.

All throughout Lexa eyes Clarke with a slight frown, she just keeps shrugging and shaking her head lightly, it’s a normal thing, typical Raven behavior.

Octavia grabs Lexa’s arm inside and they make it to the bar. Her best friend is giddy she gladly takes two shots from Raven, Lexa doesn’t even look at Clarke as she dedicates the first of whatever is in the tiny plastic cup to Octavia.

Lexa turns to Clarke when Raven places a second round and Clarke smiles, she leans in to be heard over the music and tells Lexa that she’ll take hers if she doesn’t want it. Lexa in turn raises a challenging eyebrow clinks it with Raven’s before taking it.

Octavia hugs her again once their grimaces are gone and Raven offers to pour them a mixed drink to last them a while, Clarke wants vodka and Octavia asks for rum for her and Lexa, she winks at her discreetly and then hugs her again.

“You’re not even drunk, stop being so clingy”

“I’m just excited that you’re here!”

“And I’m excited that you’re both here!” Raven cheers downing her drink quickly and pouring another “Which one of you is going to introduce me to the rest of the music bros?”

Clarke tries not to laugh as Lexa turns to her alarmed, she shrugs just for the sake of it and then Octavia is speaking, Clarke can’t hear it very well over the music, but she assumes she’s offering because a minute later they’re both gone.

The butterflies come swinging back to her stomach and a smile rises without her consent when Lexa turns to her again.

“Do you wanna go somewhere quieter?” Lexa leans in, a smile of her own adorning her face.

It takes them a minute to move around the packed house and then some to find a pocket of air with less noise. They end up sitting in the nook of a window by the corner of the huge lounge room, they’re farther from the dance floor than they were in the kitchen, and they both sigh a sigh of relief followed by giggles as they lean back.

They sip their drinks, suddenly a little awkward, not sure how to start a conversation and afraid to keep on just looking at each other. Clarke is the brave one at first, asking about Lexa’s drink choice and how Octavia answered for her.

“I’m don’t usually drink so… I tend to not care what I am drinking” Lexa shrugs, she takes another sip and braves a look at Clarke “Is Vodka your usual?”

“Yeah” Clarke smiles “It’s… tasteless enough, I think it makes it easier to mix. I’ve learned to drink tequila in mixed drinks with Raven, though, and there’s just… nothing like it”

“In a good way?”

“Yeah, it’s so much better. Specially with sweet drinks… but it’s more expensive and it’s quick to give a hangover”

Lexa laughs “Oh yeah, I’ve had my fair share of tequila hung overs”

It’s easy to move the conversation around, it feels nice to ask the questions they avoided before, those that felt too person for two friends that only talked about the game they were playing. Lexa shared about her friendship with Octavia going all the way back to sophomore year of high school, Clarke tells her how Raven quickly scaled from roommate to best friend and how her childhood friend met her the summer before, and they were so jealous.

They talk about all their classes and possible majors, Clarke just about figured out before break that she’s really interested in biochemistry, and she’s excited to see where it might lead her, Lexa joins in excitedly to talk about science since one of her many extracurricular is focused on chemical experimentation, she explains to Clarke that she has a lot of extracurriculars, always has had, from sports to chess, to science and music, all her passions have led her to a variety of classes, but she’s mostly find them boring or overly specific.

They talk a little bit about high school and how each of them moved around the bizarre social hierarchy of it, they maybe throw in a little hint about their dating game and maybe it’s a little flirty, maybe it’s a bit of a joke but so easily not.

Throughout their conversation Raven comes over a few times to check in on them and Octavia comes over to hug Lexa anytime she sees her, Lexa accidentally calls Clarke Sky a couple of times and it may become a little less intentional once she realizes Clarke blushes every time.

They’re constantly leaning on each other and talking closely, and giggling all the time.

They refill their drinks and ‘babe’ enters Clarke’s vocabulary full force, she ignores Raven’s looks from across the room and can’t help but blush any time she catches Octavia winking at Lexa, for her part Lexa downs her drinking faster than Clarke, too happy and too comfortable to care about any of it.

Their friends drag them into a game of beer-pong with shots -warm beer is gross and it’s not like most people here aren’t rich- appealing to their competitiveness to lure them. Octavia and Raven team up against them, swearing that they’re the sober ones and thus will win. Clarke and Lexa are content to stay glued to each other, leaning into the other as they wait for their friends to shoot, holding the other as they drink their shots and calling out sweet encouragements before every shot.

They end up winning against their friends, barely, and as celebration the crowd makes them down the remaining of their shots. They chose to grab some water next and return to their little nook. With liquid courage they get even more comfortable in each other’s personal space, they flirt a lot, smirking every other sentence and talking about anything that comes to mind.

Clarke calls Lexa Heda jokingly making her drop a few Princess’ in between, they’re not blushing as much anymore, just enjoying it and leaning into it, so much that they don’t mind Octavia’s side eyes and Raven’s raised eyebrows, they just keep trying to find ways to make the other call them pretty names.

They start talking about fornite at some point, they recall Winterfest and how they sped through levels to get every reward possible, they agreed, now that it was over, that it was kinda… ‘meh’, the year before had been better and it mostly had to do with the addition of the OG maps and all the hype about that taking away the attention of the holidays.

“The collaborations were insane though!” Lexa rolled her head back and the sideways to rest on Clarke’s shoulder.

“Right?!” Clarke turns to her even when she knows she won’t be able to see her, it’s nice to have their faces so close together “Like what do you mean Snoop Dog, The Shack and Marya fucking Carey all have matching Santa skins?”

They both break into laughs and Lexa leans heavily into her. They sigh in unison with smiles on their faces, content to watch the party for a minute- that is until a group of frat boys not too far from them start… barking?

Lexa quickly lifts her head off Clarke’s shoulder and turns to frown at her, Clarke shrugs with a shake of her head and it’s not long until they start laughing again. They giggle the remnants of their cringe out while looking at each other and then Clarke smirks a mischievous little smirk.

Lexa tilts her head, and Clarke does the same in the direction of the exit, she doesn’t take her eyes off Lexa and her smirk grows when Lexa imitates her, they continued tilting their heads and nodding them until they can’t keep from laughing anymore.

The frat boys are still barking when they stand up and start looking for their friends, they tell them they’re heading out and make a quick job of leaving, they both take deep breaths a block down the house and sigh out giggles.

“Where should we go?” Lexa asks, and she doesn’t care that she still hasn’t let go of Clarke’s hand.

“Don’t call me crazy-” Clarke uses their joined hands to pull Lexa closer and whisper conspiratorially “but… we could… go… play”

“Oh, this is why we get along!” Lexa throws her head back and Clarke reigns her back in when she loses her balance for a second.

“Let’s go then Heda”

“Lead the way Princess”

They agree to go to Clarke’s place first, Octavia will be staying with a friend so they can have the room to themselves, thus they’re going to pick up Clarke’s laptop and go. The walk is full of talking and laughing and flirting, it’s silly, so unserious but so… them.

“This’ me” Clarke nods to their right as they approach the dorms wing of campus.

“Really?” Lexa huffs “I’m right over there!” she points to their left, two buildings down from Clarke’s.

“For real? That is so crazy!” they laugh and decide to ignore that before today -okay maybe form a month ago- that information would’ve been scary as fuck.

They enter Clarke’s dorm quietly, not remembering that her roommates were all at the party they just left, Clarke hesitates before letting Lexa into her room, but it’s hard to think when she turns her head and Lexa is right there, practically glued to her and so giddy.

They’re a little drunk, so Clarke is stumbling a little, throwing her coat over her bed and trying to get her laptop, she’s also trying to make sure her -half- of the room is presentable or close enough to Raven's to pretend. And Lexa is all excited for apparently no reason other than being in Clarke's room, and the flirting hasn’t stopped and it’s making them both a little dizzier.

So when Clarke stands up and Lexa is standing too close, neither of them move.

They're breathing unevenly and they stare at each other for a long moment, trying to decipher what's going on, looking for the answer in each other’s eyes.

Lexa is all too happy to stay right where she is, she knows in a few minutes or less she’s going to want to touch Clarke in some way, grab her hand or her wait, kiss her or worse, lean her forehead to hers, but she can’t be bothered right now, because Clarke is really pretty and she’s really happy that she was brave enough to invite Clarke to her orchestra, because she’s really happy to be there with her.

Clarke is a bit more antsy; she’s looking up because Lexa us wearing a bit of heel, and she was already a bit taller than her and her lips are right. There. So Clarke has enough. She leans up and touches her lips to Lexa’s softly. She doesn’t mean to capture her lower lip in hers, she’s just a little clumsy, at the moment, and Lexa-

Lexa is kissing her back.

Lexa’s hands move quickly to hold her -uncovered- waist, and sighs into Clarke’s mouth at the contact, she doesn’t question anything, doesn’t even think about it when she stars leaning into her, chasing her lips and that tongue that ever so softly teases her bottom lip.

Clarke sneaks a hand up to Lexa’s jaw and holds onto her -very… vert strong- bicep with the other, she takes half a step back and her ass meets the side of her bed, she has to sort of sit on it when Lexa keeps leaning because the bed is a little lofted for storage. She doesn’t move her hands from Lexa, which makes it so she can feel her bicep flexing when Lexa takes a larger step closer and pulls at her waist lifting her so she’s sitting fully on the bed.

The kiss is teasing and tight, but the moment Lexa wiggles her way between Clarke’s legs, parting them just enough to fit and pull her close, the kiss turns deep, Clarke doesn’t think twice when the new angle and closeness allows her to comfortably slide her arm around Lexa’s neck and swipe her tongue confidently into Lexa’s mouth.

Lexa moans in turn, chases her tongue and sucks on her bottom lip, she’s still leaning on Clarke, pushing her onto the bed. She extends a hand for leverage and snakes the other one around Clarke’s waits, leaning more fully into her. Clarke’s hand on her bicep flies back to hold herself as well when Lexa keeps on leaning until she’s practically on top of Clarke even with her feet still on the ground.

It’s outrageously long before they break for air, and when they do, they don’t part if anything they hold each other closer as if to make sure the other won’t leave. They press their foreheads together, but neither is brave enough to open their eyes, they breath heavily, drunkenly.

Lexa moves slightly, bumping her nose with Clarke and huffing a giggle at Clarke’s answering bump, she opens her eyes just in time to see Clarke open hers and the smirk adorning her lips reaches up to her eyes.

Over all the noise in Clarke’s head, questions and desires and also just mush, she can’t help but high-five herself in her head, she was right Lexa’s sweater do compliment her eyes, it’s a deeper shade of green than her grey-ish green eyes, but green all-the-same.

“Hi” Clarke’s giggle drunkenly.

Lexa smiles dopily “Hey there”

“You didn’t tell me you were such good kisser”

“I’m good at a lot of things” Lexa giggles, and she really doesn’t mean it flirty this time, but then Clarke’s pupils dilate and she’s thankful to her subconscious.

“Yeah?” Clarke bites her lip “Will you show me?”

Oh hell! She’s got game!

Lexa kisses her, she kisses her deeply and dirty because that was really hot, and oh so smooth and she doesn’t know what to say, she’s always been better with actions anyways-

She can’t help the smirk that gets kissed off by Clarke at her next idea; Lexa sneaks a hand under Clarke’s top and feels around the clap of her bra, she pulls away from the kiss with a wet sound and smirks at Clarke’s frown before she’s snapping the claps open with a simple twist of her wrist.

“Example number one” She giggles again and Clarke gasps at her with a smile.

“You should get my top off next” Clarke winks, recovering quickly.

It takes Lexa a second to swallow down before nodding her head “yep, great idea”

They make quick work with the crop top, and Clarke throws her bra to the side enjoying the way Lexa completely stops at the sight of her boobs.

“Like what you see” she bites her lips, one hand back behind Lexa’s neck and the other planted back on her bed, her back arches in such way and she knows she’s an spectacular view.

Lexa gapes, blinks once and then not for a long while which makes Clarke chuckle, she pulls slightly at Lexa’s neck, urging her to lean on her again and Lexa can only brace herself on the bed, still transfixed.

“Can I-” She clears her throat, her voice is hoarse, eyes dark with want as she looks up to her eyes. Clarke shudders a breath as Lexa swallows and tries again “Can I touch you?” she breath out.

Clarke could moan at the sound of Lexa’s desire, she bites her lip harder instead, takes a shuddering breath and nods her head.

Lexa’s eyes are back down to Clarke’s breaths, it’s not that she hadn’t realized Clarka had… such voluminous rack, she just thought she wasn’t supposed to care. And there’s a very big difference between clothed and enclosure boobs and… this.

She moves her hands to Clarke’s hips, enjoys the way her breath catches when she moves them to her waist and they make contact with her bare skin. Lexa licks her lips as her hands travel up Clarke’s ribs and move accordingly to fit the underside of Clarke’s breast in the cup of her hand.

They both sigh when Lexa presses up and squeezes the full weight of Clarke’s boobs.

“Fuck”

Clarke smirks, and Lexa can’t be bothered to recognize that she said that out loud, she plays with Clarke’s nipples for only a second before Clarke is pulling her forward into a kiss. She pauses her ministration, if only to moan into Clarke’s mouth as their tongues meet.

A hand snakes down her neck groping her tits over the sweater on its way down to her waist when Clarke pushes the sweater up to pull her closer still. She quickly pushes it higher util Lexa has to lift her arms to take it off, she does so reluctantly, not happy to let go of Clarke’s breast.

Clarke laughs at her when they kiss again, having regained her balance she kisses Lexa more comfortably, now sitting up, while making a quick job of Lexa’s belt, and consequently, her pants.

Lexa steps back to step off them and Clarke takes the chance to slide off the bed, ready to comfortably kiss all over Lexa’s body when she freezes. Lexa’s is wearing a matching set of linger. A dark shade of green, it’s not see-through but the artist in Clarke can recognize the work of the beautiful design over the lace.

She blinks when Lexa huffs a smirk at her, her gaze breaks the patter of bra-abs-panties to look at Lexa in the eye; she gives her a smirk of her own and pulls her closer by the hips, bending down to drop a kiss under Lexa’s sternum and dropping down to her abs.

While Lexa shudders at Clarke’s lips on her skin she can’t help the smile on her lips, it feel good to have this effect on Clarke, it makes her feel sexy and desired and she likes it. Clarke moves up her body grabbing a handful of Lexa’s ass to drag her closer and kisses her again, she’s still leaning on her bed and Lexa happily steps into her again, holding Clarke’s shoulder as they kiss and taking the chance to kick off her heel.

The first step down leaves her eye level with Clarke and their lips part at the change angle. Lexa moves her hands down to Clarke’s knees consciously through the holes in Clarke’s cargos, and Clarke wraps her arms around Lexa’s waist. She kicks her second heel off while they look at each other smiling.

“Come here” Clarke breaths into her leaning forward for a kiss and then back to pull Lexa on the bed.

They giggle and adjust so Lexa can climb on the bed, they kiss and tickle each other trying to get Clarke’s shoes and pants off. Clarke lays flat on her back and encourages Lexa to straddle her.

The sight of Lexa fluidly sliding down to kiss her is one Clarke’s sure she’ll never forget, she moans into the kiss and holds Lexa’s waits, she arches her back at the feeling of the linger gracing her nipples and she suddenly can’t wait to her Lexa’s bra off.

She’s a little distracted though, Lexa moves to kiss her jaw and down her neck, and Clarke’s hands travel up to Lexa’s ribs and then down to her hips and back to grab a handful of her butt.

They moan and sigh and they pull at each other for kisses while molding their bodies together. Lexa sits back to flick her hair, and Clarke follows her halfway up, chasing her lips, but stopping at the gorgeous view of Lexa straddling her. Clarke absently traces her hand up Lexa’s tight and while leaning on her elbows she sneaks her hand to cup Lexa’s cover core.

Lexa bites her lip to contain a groan as she rocks her hips into Clarke’s hand. She keeps going like that rolling her hips sensually, her hand holding her hair as she watches Clarke watch her.

“Fuck… I want to touch you”

“You are touching me, Clarke” Lexa smirks, enjoying the effect she’s having on Clarke.

Clarke pushes herself up and ghosts a kiss over Lexa’s lips “I’ll be more specific. I want to be inside you” her voice huskier than a second ago “Can I do that?”

The little whimper that crawls out of Lexa’s throat is not something she’s proud of, but she can’t ignore the glow of pure want the fill Clarke’s eyes after hearing it. She bites her lip, nodding her head and moves her hands into Clarke’s hair to draw her into a kiss that is all tongue and teeth.

Clarke wastes no time moving her underwear aside and making room for her fingers to explore. Lexa resists the urge to roll her hips into every touch while smirking at every one of Clarke’s gasps.

Clarke teases her entrance repeatedly, rubbing around her clit but never truly touching it, she bites Lexa’s bottom lip and licks into her mouth while using her free hand to encourage her rolling hips.

It’s not long before they both know Lexa is ready and Clarke enters her with a singular digit. They moan into each other’s mouths as Lexa stills and gasps, adjusting to the feeling, she moans again when she starts moving and Clarke follows suit, calmly going in and curling out. A second finger is added, and Lexa turns her head to hide in the hollow between Clarke’s neck and shoulder, she nibs and kisses the skin available as her arms go around Clarke’s shoulders, giving her more leverage to rock into her fingers.

Clarke sucks her neck and bites her earlobe as they move in sink and she gasps every so often, adjusting her hand to give Lexa a better angle to rub her clit over Clarke’s palm. It’s only the third time Lexa’s open mouth kiss turns into a shuffled moan that Clarke speaks to her.

“Lexa… you know we’re completely alone right? You don’t… need to keep quiet” she says, blushing. Because they concept of wanting to hear Lexa feels way more intimate than the position, they’re in, specifically since it’s an addition to it.

Lexa grunts lifting her head, she doesn’t stop the rolling of her hips and Clarke doesn’t stop the movement of her hand “These are paper-thin walls Clarke!” She scowls, heaving the words out, her face is flushed, and the crown of her head is damp from forming sweat -Clarke didn’t know she could get even more beautiful- “of course I have to keep quiet!” She groans.

Clarke kisses her instead of arguing, because she can, and she looks so pretty, and she can feel the moan she heaves into her mouth and it’s good enough for now. They continue kissing and huffing and moaning into each other until a particularly perfect moan from Lexa cuts off by her biting her own lip.

“Hey. Listen” Clarke huffs “quick floor plan description, behind me is the common room, currently empty. Behind you there’s a laundry room that is obviously closed right now, past my closet is the hallway, also empty, and out the window… you saw it was also quite empty”

Lexa closed her eyes hallway through the sentence, frowning and she kept moving and conflicted as to how Clarke could form such an elaborate sentence when all Lexa could think was-

“Fuck!”

She feels the smirk Clarke presses onto her neck, she bites her lip again and assumes her brain understood beyond her consciousness.

“That’s it, let me hear you, Heda”

She moans a filthy moan, Clarke smirks is wider, she bites Lexa’s neck, and she huffs in mild annoyance.

“Make me, Princess” she shoots between hoarse breaths.

She smirks when she opens her eyes to a gapping Clarke staring at her with lust, she closes her eyes quickly after when Clarke moves to lean one hand back fuck her harder with the other.

“Sky!” Lexa moans and immediately blushes.

It was loud, very loud. And the wrong name-

“Say that again” Clarke hushes, nibbing her jaw, thrusting up to meet her rocking hips.

“Sky…” Lexa… whimpers, she wishes she could call it something else, but it is what it is.

Clarke kisses her and they rock against each other in sync, Lexa moans and Clarke gasps and they’re both panting. Lexa closes her eyes, throws her head back, Clarke can’t keep staring. Their rhythm is thrown off for a second when they hear a creaking sound, they both blink and quickly realize it’s the bed protesting from the motion.

They smirk at each other.

They kiss messily while still smiling and pick up the pace, Lexa throws her head back again, moaning freely and Clarke latches her mouth to her neck. She moves her arm from behind her all the way around Lexa’s torso and pulls her close.

Lexa adjusts in Clarke lap, making her lean on her hand again and she takes the chance to push her by the shoulders back to the bed. Clarke lands with a huff and her hand flies to pull pillows behind her head when Lexa presses her hand over Clarke’s ribs, almost cupping the underside of her boob and starts rocking her hips firmly into Clarke’s hand.

Her moans grow louder, her eyes close and her breath heaves even more, her hips eventually start stuttering, moving erratically and Clarke holds her hip while thrusting up, helping her hand reach deeper.

“Fuck! Sk-mmhh, Clarke!”

They both know she’s close, she’s riding Clarke’s fingers with purpose, sighing and moaning and huffing heavily, all it takes is Clarke moving her free hand to press her thumb to Lexa’s clit and one singular undulating thrust for Lexa to frees in pleasure, strangled moan caught in her thought before she comes undone, shaking screaming out the end of her moan.

She leans heavily on her hand over Clarke’s ribs through her orgasm and eventually flops forward, laying half on top of Clarke with both pairs of hand trapped between them.

As Lexa lays there, completely spent, Clarke can't help but smile and move to kiss the side of her forehead. Her fingers are still wrapped around Lexa's warm walls and her hand is folded with her release. She leans to kiss her shoulder as well as she moves her hand out of Lexa and from between their bodies, she grabs Lexa's hand to move out from between them as well and can't resist the chance to kiss the back of it.

Lexa huffs a laugh and what feels like an audible eye roll. She lifts her head slowly and deliberately leans in to kiss Clarke. The kiss is soft and so deep, Lexa is fully leaning on her now and her weight make the kiss harder.

Lexa moves her kisses to Clarke's jaw, she bites her earlobe and sucks on her pulse point, she moves down to kiss her collarbone as Clarke huffs a shig, her breaths fastening. It is with only one slurry look, that Clarke arches her back, and Lexa starst devouring Clarke’s nipples expertly.

“Can I go down on you?”

“You, uhm- you don’t have to” Clarke breaths, heavily.

“I-" Lexa bites her lip, looks down and they slowly sensually up "I want to”

"Mh-mhh?" Clarke hums, high pitched affected not only by Lexa's work on her tits but also the look of pure desire on Lexa's face.

At Lexa's nod, Clarke nods as well and Lexa smirks as she starts making her way down to her core.

Lexa takes only a short moment to admire the glistening heat of Clarke's heat before diving in. Clarke moans loudly at the first swipe of Lexa's tongue, throwing her head back and grabbing onto her sheets. It spurs Lexa on, each new movement, new swipe or kiss to Clarke's can't grants her a series of different sounds and reaction out of Clarke that are simply too hot.

A thought of where and with how may people Lexa might've learn to be that good crosses Clarke's mind, but before she can get jealous of upset she remembers she's no one to judge. She doesn't dwell on it for too long either, Lexa is far too talented with her tongue for Clarke to be able to hold any thought for longer that two swipes of Lexa's tongue.

Eventually Lexa enters her with one finger and then quickly a second one when it goes in too easily. She looks up as she attaches her mouth to Clarke's clit a second later, smirking as Clarke whimpers a shudders below her.

"Fuck! God Lexa yes!" Clarke throws her head back, a hand jumping to Lexa's hair when she starts moving; both her fingers inside her and her tongue over her clit, circling it expertly..

It doesn't take too long before Clarke is coming apart, shaking and shouting out Lexa's name, shuddering away and up into Lexa's mouth, overwhelmed with pleasure.

She taps Lexa's head tiredly to signal her that she can't take anymore and still whispers when Lexa removes her mouth from her. Lexa smirks and moved to kissing her tight, pulling her fingers in and out slowly to draw out the last of her orgasm.

Lexa kisses her hip next, leaving a mark as her fingers continue moving and Clarke jerks and moan with the aftershoks, she moves to the other hip and pulls out slowly when Clarke taps her head again, she takes a long deliberate path up Clarke's body, kissing any skin aviable and diving right into a kiss to her lips once she reaches them.

Clarke moans at the taste of herself on Lexa's tongue and enjoys the way Lexa deepens the kiss and rolls her hips on top of her as a response. They make out for a bit, smiling and huffing at each other, bumping noses and rolling into each other as their hands roam mindlessly.

That is until Clarke slides a thigh between Lexa's and feels her wetness rub on her. She presses up, moaning as Lexa bites her lips and cants her hips mote firmly into her. Clarke leans up to kiss Lexa and in a swift and impressive move turns them around in the small bed to lay on top of Lexa.

"Fucking me turned you on, didn't it?" Clarke whispers against Lexa's ear, snaking a hand down her abdomen and bitting her earlobe.

Lexa breaths out, swallowing a whimper as Clarke grazes her fingers over her folds finding her freshly wet.

"You're very vocal" she eventually breaths out, her eyes are closed and Clarke is sucking a bruise into her neck as she toys with her can't lazily.

Clarke smiles into her neck, hums in agreement and bites her lightly. She moves her fingers as though she's going to enter her and lifts her head.

"Do you like that? That I'm vocal?"

Lexa opens her eyes while blushing, she bites her lip and nods slightly, she then throws her head back with a moan as Clarke enters her with two fingers easily.

"Good... because i want to talk you through this one okay?" She huffs a chuckle into her lips, and Lexa moans as Clarke pulls out hooking her finger on the way.

"Skyy!"

Clarke thrust into her with the help of her thigh and starts a rhythm, one that Lexa matches with her huffs and moans and curses and calls of her name, all the while Clarke prises her, and tells her how good she feels, how good she sounds, how beautiful she looks and how she can't wait to see her come undone again.

"Fu-fuck! Like that-SKY!"

"I love it when you call me that, fuck"

"Yeah...? Fuck-" Lexa bites her lip.

The bed is creaking again, knocking against the wall as Clarke pounds her fingers into her cunt.

"Yeah, but... fuck. I want you tl say my name when you come. I want to hear you clicking that K like you always do-

"Fuck- ah! you" Lexa huffs a laughs and Clarke laughs with her, kissing her cheek and making her blush.

Becasue of course something like a kiss to the cheek after a joke would make her laugh, never mind that she's but naked, legs spread open and Clarke fingering her into an orgasm.

A kiss to the cheek is too much.

"Fuck Lex, you're so tight" Clarke hushes against her collarbone.

Lexa moans, because she likes the nickname, it's nothing special, but she likes it. And Clarke is doing ungodly things to her pussy, caressing her sides, saying all the right things and sucking on that specific spot right on top of her collarbone that drives her crazy, because she has her all figured out already.

And she is tight, she can feel it, she's so close, she can feel that familiar feeling in her lower belly, tugging at her, making her moan-

"Cla-ahrke!"

She comes so hard, for so long and Clarke keeps taking to her, she can't tell what she's saying because her brain is mush, but it's dragging her climax on and on until she can't take it anymore.

Still shaking she grabs at Clarke's bicep, squezing and whimpering, moving her hips away.

"No more?" Clarke whispers soflty. Lexa can't only shake her head "Okay baby" she kisses her jaw and if Lexa's face wasn't already red from coming, she sure as well would be blushing.

Clarke kisses Lexa's shoulders soflty, trying to keep her weight off her as she still breaths heavily. Lexa's eyes are closed and Clarke takes the chance to look at her. Her faced flushed a pretty fading shade of red, her lips parted sightly as she huffs her breaths out, her hair is a mess, sprawled around the pillow under her. Her collar bones and chest are red as well, adorned with a couple hickeys she can't help but to be proud of.

And then Lexa blinks her eyes open, heavy eyelids drop a couple of time before she can keep her eyes fully open. And then a smile raises slowly, and Clarke realizes as she tries to smile, that she was already smiling brightly.

"Hi" Lexa chuckles.

"Hey there" Clarke leans in to kiss her and Lexa moves her hands to hold her close.

They move a little messily, laughing as Lexa refuses to separate their lips, Clarke lays on her side and Lexa turns with her.

The kiss turns lazy when Lexa has no strengths to even coordinate her lips, her eyes close permanently. Clarke smiles and pulls back, kissing Lexa's nose just because and watching a smile rise slowly with a slow huffed laugh.

"Sweet dreams, Heda"

"Mmhh, g'night Princess"

-

...To be continued 😉😌

[sassymajesty]

OUT AT SEA first kiss

Abby thoroughly ignores Lexa, turning to Clarke with a stern face, her top lip curving up, “Your father would never approve of this.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame he isn’t here to walk me down the aisle,” Clarke’s voice is so bitter Lexa has trouble imagining it’s a divorce or some other misunderstanding that has Abby here with her new boyfriend and not her husband, but she doesn’t pry. Clarke looks at her, a smile quickly replacing her frown. “Maybe we could ask those frat boys we met at the party.”

Lexa nods at the figurative light bulb blinking over of Clarke’s head, matching her smile with one of her own, “Oh, yeah, Chad would be good arm candy.”

“Chad is gonna be perfect,” Clarke squeal, reaching up to tuck a rogue strand of hair behind Lexa’s ear. It’s a small gesture, almost nothing, really. But the simplicity of it puts it all together incredibly well. Then Clarke turns to her mom, a defying look burning in her eyes as she tilts her chin up, “Unless Marcus would be willing to walk me down the aisle.”

“You are unbelievable, Clarke,” Abby spits at her daughter and Lexa has a ridiculous urge to defend Clarke. But before she can even think about anything, Abby is gathering her things from the table set for two, tripping over her own words. “I- I can’t be near you right now. I just hope you come to your senses before you do something you can’t repair.” With a final hard look at both of them and how they fit together, Abby storms off, heading for the checkout counter for them to add the single glass of wine to her tab.

“Wedding at six, mom!” Clarke shouts after her, then turns fully to Lexa, letting out an amused laughter, “Who’s Chad?”

Lexa adjusts herself in Clarke’s arms until they’re facing each other, Clarke’s arms around her waist, Lexa’s hand resting lightly on her upper arms. She shrugs, tilting her head to the side as she searches Abby in the small crowd, “I don’t know, you say frat boy, I think Chad and Bryce and Tanner. Frat boy sounding names.”

“Nice touch,” Clarke hums as if she’s impressed. Lexa doesn’t answer anything, her eyes glued to Abby’s, who finds them easily. “Is she looking at us?” Lexa nods once, refusing to break her gaze from Abby. If looks could kill, Lexa’s parents would be receiving a very unfortunate call right this moment. “Can I kiss you?”

The question takes Lexa aback and she completely forgets about the woman whose hate list she just made as she answers, “Sure.” She tries to sound nonchalant about it, but Lexa could hear her own voice catching on her throat. Even if it’s just for show, it’s been awhile since she kissed anyone.

Clarke reaches one hand up to grasp at her chin, tilting her head in the right angle as she pulls at her waist, making Lexa all but tumble forward. Her grip on Clarke’s arms tighten when they’re breathing the same air, almost no space in between them. Lexa leans in first, capturing Clarke’s lips in between hers, swallowing Clarke’s tiny sigh. Clarke presses back, sucking lightly at Lexa’s bottom lip. It must have been way too long since she kissed someone and her body forgot what it was, what’s the only explanation for how hard her heart is beating.

They break the kiss as they part for air and Lexa bumps their noses together, more because she nearly loses her balance than to be cute. Lexa is about to kiss her again when Clarke draws back, smiling, “Wanna go get some food? I can’t handle wedding prep on an empty stomach.”

Lexa can only nod and follow along.

[popchoc]

16 or 37 with Clexa, please. Thank you.

Thank you for this one, good choice! As I always try to stick with canon when possible, I went for their final moment in 3.03. Hope it fits, and that you like it.

Clarke & Lexa - Was Any Of It Even Real?

"I swear fealty to you, Klark kom Skaikru." Kneeled down on the ground in front of her, Lexa looked up at Clarke without blinking. While the sudden act unbalanced Clarke for a second, there was not a single trace of hesitation in the Commander's eyes, nor in her words. As she continued, her voice was as calm and determined as before. "I vow to treat your needs as my own, and your people as my people."

Clarke didn't answer, said nothing in return. Instead she reached out, offering her palm, which Lexa accepted without a word. That's how they stood there, eye to eye again, in silence. The surrender, the trust, the vulnerability of the moment still hanging in the air - tangible almost, but fragile as promises can be.

Clarke was the first to let go, Lexa right then the first to look away. Suddenly highly aware of the quietness in the room, she cleared her throat.

"I'll escort you to your room," she mumbled, somewhat uncomfortable now, in no desire to linger. She swiftly spun around, towards the heavy door.

"Was any of it even real?"

Clarke's question froze Lexa in her movements. She didn't step forward as intended, but didn't turn back either.

"Our time together, before Mount Weather," Clarke went on when Lexa didn't react, or even move. "What you said. What you... what you did. Was any of it true?"

This time Clarke waited for an answer. It came with a shaky breath.

"Would you believe me if I said it was?"

Clarke closed her eyes, giving the question some honest thought, before looking at Lexa again. She shook her head, although Lexa couldn't see her. "I don't know."

Three words that still echoed through the spacious thrown room when Lexa finally turned to face her again. Because she hadn't moved away, the distance between them hadn't changed. One step would be enough to close it, to show instead of tell. If she could kiss her the way she had before...

But she could never again.

She'd tried. She'd failed. Clarke hadn't felt the way she did, and after everything that had happened since, she never would. It was a hard, but simple truth. The girl in front of her would never kiss her again.

Let alone love her.

Forcing herself to look Clarke in the eye, she swallowed. "Then maybe it's best to forget about it."

"Wouldn't that be convenient?" Clarke snorted humorlessly in response, "I bet you like me to forget everything else, too."

"No, I'm not... That's not what I mean," Lexa exclaimed, throwing her head back in frustration - mostly with herself. To regain her composure, she inhaled sharply and squared her shoulders, resuming her familiar demeanor to find her confidence; chin up, hands behind her back.

There. She got this.

"The coalition is under pressure. We are on the brink of war with one of our own clans. We've got other things to focus on."

Clarke nodded, just once, as if sealing a deal. Yet as she did, her gaze darted to Lexa's lips, just briefly, as it had done before, and as it - beyond her control - might do again.

Unlike Lexa, she wasn't great at forgetting. Especially when the memory wasn't all bad. She doubted if she ever could.

Or wanted to.

But at least now she knew. A memory was all it was.

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let’s do some prompts!

[butmakeitgayblog]

for the reverse trope writing: divorce of convenience (something new or an au of your choice, both sound fun!)

Her eyes watch as the ink bleeds slowly into the paper. They watch neat, slanted script combine in the fragmented loops and dashes that make up that achingly familiar signature. X marks the spot. On the dotted line. Not a single scribble out of place; right where the lawyer had highlighted it in garish neon yellow.

Forever and ever.

They were eleven, and it's promising to always be best friends. The kind that stick together through thick and thin. Like white on rice, as their teacher  often said. 

Forever and ever.

They were fifteen, and it's smiling with the awkwardness of young love. The kind that sets fire to racing hearts from a first kiss stolen behind their school's abandoned gymnasium. 

Forever and ever.

They were seventeen, and it's shaking hands that still can't believe they get to touch their best friends that way. The kind of way that makes them both let out hungry sounds and pretty moans in the backseat of her dad's station wagon.

Forever and ever.

They were nineteen, and it's stiff-jawed goodbyes through desperate kisses. The kind rotten with promises that this isn't the end. That it's just a ‘see you later’, but never goodbye. Not for them.

Forever and ever.

They were twenty-eight, and it's handwritten vows and white satin gowns with matching bridal bouquets. The kind that they picked out together to remind them that all this was worth it, that it's finally the day they'd been planning for since their junior year in college. The culmination of sleepless nights and teary phone calls from three states away.

Forever and ever.

They were thirty, and it's whispering in the nursery  of their freshly furnished house, standing wrapped in each other's arms at the edge of an adorably small bassinet. The kind decked out in purple frills with sunshine yellow along the trim, because they'd agreed from the first plus sign to not know the sex. It's fingers running through brown curls carefully enough not to wake their baby up, while watching lashes twitch in dreaming that hide those baby blue eyes. The exact shape and shade that'd had them both wrapped around a tiny pinky from the start. 

Forever and ever.

They are fifty-four, and it's an empty nest that's too quiet in the house that sometimes feels too big. The kind they'd joked about missing for years, but now that it's here, they don't entirely know what to do with it. 

It's medical bills, and denied claims for benefits, and meetings with stuffy lawyers who explain the finer points of income brackets. It's physical therapy visits and losing her job at the hospital and endless prescriptions that never seem to be covered by their insurance. It's everything, and all the time, because life refuses to slow down for even one damn second, despite a hip that simply will not work anymore. 

They are fifty-four, and Clarke never thought she'd be here. That they'd make this kind of choice. Never thought she'd feel quite this stuck. Quite this useless. Never thought she'd be in this situation at all.

But it's clean and it's neat, just the way they like it. A mutual agreement for them both. A fresh start after the accident, one that'll let them move on with their lives, instead of trying to hang on to this thing that only leaves them drowning. 

At least that's what they'd agreed. 

She watches her wife— her ex-wife, dot the i's of her name with an overly dramatic flourish. Watches her click the pen with her thumb and toss it aside with a sigh from deep in her bones.

She smiles and feels her chest squeeze with that familiar pang of deep friendship and love.

“Cheers,” Clarke says, holding up her flute of champagne. 

She'd had to hobble through four different specialty liquor stores just to find it, but it'd felt fitting to toast the signing of their divorce papers with the same bubbly they'd shared on their wedding day.

Lexa picks up her glass and clinks it soundly against hers, only managing the barest sip around a smile of her own. “Cheers, single lady.”

“Mm. This is good.”

“Even better than I remember from the first time,” Lexa agrees as her gaze makes a lazy rake over Clarke's body.

It's not lost on Clarke how ridiculous it is to be blushing over the signed stack of her divorce papers, but something about the way Lexa looks at her has always set her on fire. 

“So,” she tries, casually, setting aside her cane and leaning heavier against the kitchen table, “what are you going to do next?”

Lexa takes another sip of her champagne, watching her closely over the rim. She swallows with a flex of that elegant throat and shuffles closer, sets her glass down on Clarke's other side, effectively boxing her in. 

“Go to Disneyland.”

The sound of Clarke's snort rings through the kitchen. “Smartass.”

“What about you?” Lexa asks with a bite to her lips, hands still bracketing the sides of Clarke's waist and eyes twinkling with mischief. “Any big plans for the future, newly divorced Ms. Griffin?”

Clarke scoffs. “Nice try. But it's still ‘Ms. Griffin-Woods’ to you.”

“Oh? Is that right?”

“Uhuh,” Clarke nods and loops her arms around Lexa's shoulders. “Sorry not sorry, but I'm never giving that one back.”

Lexa hums and presses closer. Paints her body to Clarke's curves and breathes her in the same way she has for forty years. 

“Greedy, but I think I can live with that.”

“Such a hardship. I seem to remember you loving that about me.”

“Among so many things.”

Clarke moans when Lexa's lips find the hollow dip of her neck, relaxing into the wet warmth of a plump, suckling kiss. Champagne has always made Lexa brazenly affectionate. She tips head back to grant more room and sucks in a gasp at the nibble of teeth. Tangles her fingers in greying, brunette hair that only serves to make her bombshell of a wife look that much more distinguished. 

Well. Her ex-wife, that is…

Hands trail down Clarke's hips and wrap tight around her thighs and before she can yelp a single word she's lifted onto the table. 

Lexa lets out a half-laughed grunt when she gets Clarke settled in place, looking equally as amused as she does grateful that the little maneuver actually still worked after so many years.

“You good, baby?” Clarke chuckles along with her, mindlessly going to rub the shoulder that had started being a pain around birthday forty-seven. “Didn't pop anything, did you?”

“No, I'm good, I'm good,” Lexa says, smiling and shaking off her ill-coordinated prowess like the champ that she is. “That just used to be easier.”

“Is that a crack about my weight?”

“More like a crack about me being old.”

“Oh. Well then yeah.”

“Rude,” Lexa gasps, taking the hips in her hands and pulling them closer. Pressing Clarke firmly against her stomach. “There's still giddy up in this old girl, I'll have you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“My, my, Ms. Woods—”

“Griffin-Woods,” Lexa's quick to correct. Suddenly serious in how intensely she stares Clarke in the eyes. “You're not getting that back either.”

They share a look because things like this have never required words. Not for them. But with everything and all of it, with the ink still drying on the paper beside them, Clarke gives in to her last bit of worry. 

“You're still my girl,” she whispers. Swallows. Feels a stinging prickle along her eyes at the sudden need to feel this connection with her favorite person in the world. “Even with me, and having to do all this… You know we're still us, right? You're still my girl?”

Clarke melts into the kiss she knows is coming because she knows this woman better than anybody, and it feels more like a promise that nothing could ever break them than any piece of paper ever could. She wraps her good leg around Lexa's hip and deepens it, kisses back with every ounce of love her heart has to offer. Cherishes each massage of tongue and slide of lips that have met thousands of times before. 

Lexa kisses her once, twice more, and pulls back with a soothing smile.

“Always, love… Forever and ever.”

[ironicsnowflake]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Porn With Plot, Healing Series: Part 44 of Quote Prompts Summary:

In a cabin on the edges of a ski resort, Clarke encourages Lexa to let go...

Quote Prompt: "Don't cover your face. I want to see you."

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Clarke paused at the apex of Lexa's thigh, her lips lingering against skin damp with sweat and arousal, glancing up to check in, only to find Lexa's face buried in the crook of her elbow, hidden from view.  Clarke reached up, fumbling for Lexa's arm but she couldn't quite reach and her hand landed somewhere else entirely.  Which, under other circumstances, she wouldn't have minded... and truth be told, she didn't mind now, really, except...

"Don't cover your face," she said softly, pressing a kiss to the crest of Lexa's hip, then another just below.  "I want to see you."

Lexa's reply was muffled, and Clarke didn't think it was actual coherent words so maybe it wasn't meant as a reply at all.  She kissed her again, below the navel, tracing a path across to her other hip and down... and then back up again, getting close but not close enough.  Lexa's back arched, her hips canting toward Clarke's face in silent supplication, but Clarke was tired of silent.   She was tired of hidden.  She was tired of having – and being – a secret.

So was Lexa.  So she said.  And yet—

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[cascowriteswords]

how do you expect me to sleep next to you at night knowing what you did? for the dialogue prompts please!

this maaaaaaaaay have taken me a little longer than expected to get to.

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Lexa had just been falling asleep, finally. She was having one of those nights where she was dog tired but also wired, sleep an elusive and abstract concept she could feel like a fuzzy presence a the edge of her consciousness. She’d finally nuzzled into her pillow at just the right angle and pulled the sheets up to her chin with her leg sticking out and hooked over the top of the duvet to stay a comfortable temperature and she could nearly taste the sweet sweet relief of sleep.  

So when Clarke hmphed and turned over dramatically beside her, shaking the entire bed and yanking far more than 50% of the covers over to her side, Lexa’s eyes snapped open. And twitched. 

She took a deep breath - she was tired and didn’t want to snap at her girlfriend but at the same time, what the fuck? “Clarke?” Silence. Another deep breath and Lexa rolled over, blinking in surprise when she found Clarke only a few inches from her face. It was dark but Lexa could make out a grumpy pout, furrowed brows and lips set in a frown. “Babe, what are you doing?”

There was a brief silence that made Lexa think she might have to put in some more effort to draw whatever it was out of Clarke - although she already had an inkling what this was about. 

“How do you expect me to sleep next to you at night, knowing what you did?”

Yep, Clarke was still on about that. Apparently sleep depravation was Lexa’s penance.

“Clarke, it was a long time ago. Before I even met you! Or knew you existed.” She reached out and ran the back of her knuckles lovingly across Clarke’s cheek, trying to keep the amusement out of her voice. 

Clarke turned her head away indignantly, turning onto her back to cross her arms over her chest and stare at the ceiling. “Did you touch Costia - Professor Costia - like that?”

Clarke and Lexa had signed up for pottery classes together at the local community college, and tonight had been their first session. Turns out their instructor was someone Lexa had had a brief fling with years and years ago, Costia. Not wanting to seem shady or potentially put Clarke in an awkward situation, Lexa had told her about it casually after class. She and Clarke were both adults and while neither of them loved hearing about the other’s past sexual or romantic encounters, they acknowledged and respected that they’d both had lives before meeting each other.

That didn’t stop Clarke from sometimes feigning betrayal in a dramatic way when she felt jealous. Tonight it was just unfortunately was occurring when Lexa desperately wanted to sleep. “It’s just Costia, Clarke, she isn’t a professor,” Lexa laughed. “But of course not,” Lexa answered. “It wasn’t like that at all. It was more -” 

“La la la la la!” Clarke exclaimed, sticking her fingers in her ears. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to know anything else.”

Lexa bit back an endeared, amused grin. “Okay. You’re the only one for me, Clarke. My whole heart. Can we please go to sleep now?”

A few seconds passed without response. Then Clarke turned over abruptly again, towards Lexa, and slotted their legs together as she slung an arm over her waist. Lexa heard her breathing even out and deepen within seconds and rolled her eyes affectionately. 

She fell asleep shortly after, finding it much easier to do so with Clarke tucked up in her arms. 

[owl127]

So I was at this women’s basketball game—it being March Madness and all—and this player that I find really really cute (she actually kinda looks like Lexa), wasn’t warming up. When the game started she went through the tunnel and back into the locker room which is kinda weird because even if you’re injured normally you still sit on the bench. But at halftime she came out and I noticed she had earplugs in and after a little Google I found out she has a concussion so she was probably in the locker room because it was too loud on the court. The rest of the game I was thinking about how someone could totally write a fanfic where Lexa is on a sports team, gets hurt, is sad she has to sit out, but has a little mid game locker room rendezvous to cheer her up and give her a thrill. Would you please please pleaseee be that someone?

(Ao3)

Lexa’s ears itched to remove her headphones, but the shadow of a headache had started behind her eyes, so she let the noise canceling headphones do its magic. She walked behind the starting team and watched with a frown the pile of windbreakers grow at her feet on the bench while she remained covered. She fiddled with the dark red zipper, the squeaking of rubber against shiny vinyl grounding her while the visiting team entered the arena. Lexa looked away, her eyes darting at the faceless crowd of silver and maroon. The muffled noise of the fans, something she looked forward to at each game, mounted on the pain growing between her eyes. The blinking lights of the stadium did not help with the building dizziness, but she forced a smile as she waved back at a bundle of little girls with signs with her name shining in bright silver glitter.

Lexa Woods.

She bit her lips at the thought of disappointing little girls.

On the other side of the court, the away team warmed up. Lexa looked for a familiar blonde braid, but they were in a huddle, and the amount of blonde heads was borderline offensive for basketball.

“Oi!” A ball came in her direction and Lexa held the pass in pure reflex, but that didn’t stop her frowning at Anya. “You look miserable. Smile for the cameras. It’s the fucking final fours, Lex.”

Their team captain’s shouted words were not as encouraging as Anya thought, and Lexa threw the ball back on the court.

“I’ll be out of here in a minute,” Lexa said and pointed to her headphones. “These are not working as expected.”

A rare sight of kindness flashed over Anya’s face, but it was gone just as fast. She sat next to Lexa, her mouth close to Lexa’s covered ears. “We’re here because of you. No one doubts that. We’ll win this so you can crush it at the final.”

Lexa bit her lip. They needed to win, and her concussion needed to be fully recovered for that to happen, and none of that was a guarantee. She nodded, and the movement didn’t help with her growing headache.

“I’m going back in,” she excused herself, standing up. Anya’s face softened, nodding.

“Your head okay?” Anya asked at the same time a wave of nausea hit Lexa.

Lexa moved her palm in a so-so pattern, and before their couch yelled at her, she backtracked her steps into their home locker room. She didn’t look up at the calls for her name while ducking into the tunnel, focused on escaping the noise.

The locker room was messy, with open bags and unfolded clothes littering the floor. The smell of bleach and foot powder was familiar, with a hint of synthetic eucalyptus from the shower row. Lexa finally took off the headphones, her ears popping in relief. Layers of concrete and tile protected her from the loud crowd, and Lexa closed her eyes. 

She could have made history tonight. Instead, because of a single nasty call at her last game, she cannot even watch from the bench.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, her lips trembling in frustration. She wanted to punch something.

“I know, right?”

Lexa’s neck turned at the voice, her vision blurring for a second as she focused.

She must be hallucinating, because in front of her was Clarke Griffin, point guard of the Arkadia Comets, and the usual pain in Lexa’s ass whenever they played. But why was she here and not on court? Her brain finally caught up with the full image and she noticed the clutches under Clarke’s arms and how her left foot didn’t touch the floor.

“I watched your last game.” Clarke’s dimples showed at a half smile. “I’m surprised you made it to the game tonight,” Clarke said as she sat heavily next to Lexa with a long sigh and the clacks of her crutches against the wooden bench. Her hands immediately massaged her injured thigh.

“What are you doing here?”

“There are stairs to the visitors’ locker room, and I really needed to pee. Can you believe they built this building for like, healthy people? There are stairs everywhere.” 

“I meant…” Lexa pointed at Clarke’s whole deal, and differently from Lexa, the other player didn’t wear a uniform or a windbreaker, just a hoodie with her university’s colors.

“Pulled muscle. Bad enough to knock me out. I didn’t want the sponsors to see me with the crutches.” Clarke nodded in the direction of the plastic supports. Lexa noticed a bright blue athletic tape poking out from Clarke’s joggers all the way to her lower abs visible under the hoodie. Her cheeks flushed, and when she looked up, Clarke smirked at her.

“How did it happen?” Lexa cleared her throat, ignoring the way blue eyes went up and down her body.

“Not as hilariously as the block that took you down,” Clarke said with a shit-eating grin that Lexa wanted to wipe off.

“That was a fault!”

“Sure, babe.” Clarke adjusted in her seat, massaging her thigh again. “I’m sorry you can’t play tonight. I was looking forward to destroying you.”

That made Lexa smile. “In your dreams, Griffin.”

“Oh, but my dreams about you are quite different, Lex.”

And there she was. Griffin always played the mind game to destabilize Lexa. Whispers on the court, faces from the bench; Lexa hated it. She also felt a little joy in it, but ultimately, Clarke Griffin was a distraction.

“I’m sorry you’re missing the game, too,” Lexa said, unsure if her face showed her reaction to Clarke’s comment. By the way Clarke lounged on the bench and shifted closer, Lexa must have blushed.

“It was a good run,” Clarke said.

“You don’t think you can win?” 

Clarke snorted. “Do you?”

“I trust my teammates,” Lexa said and crossed her arms. If Griffin didn’t have any loyalty to her team, that was her problem.

“Don’t get me wrong, darling—” the thin hairs on Lexa’s neck bristled at the pet name — “I love those bitches. But I dragged a bunch of future dentists and teachers to two final fours. You have other girls making draft picks in your team while I average astonishing zero bench points every game.”

“But you’ll be the first draft pick.” The truth rolled out easily on Lexa’s tongue, and she suppressed the bite of jealousy at the thought. 

“And you’ll be second, unless they go insane.”

And here they were, top two draft picks dusting in the locker room while the semi-final roared above them.

Lexa shrugged, running a hand over her loose hair. Her usual braid or ponytail was a no-go with her headache, and her hair kept falling into her eyes. “If I get top four, I’ll be happy.”

“You will.” There was certainty in Clarke’s voice. “We are one of the lucky ones.”

“I know.” There was no hiding the struggle of women’s basketball. Sure, the league had promise and potential, but it was a shadow of the sponsorship and compensation of the men’s league. With limited teams, getting a spot as a professional was already an achievement.

“So, can you help me back to my locker room, princess?” Clarke asked, pointing to her crutches. Heat rose to Lexa’s cheeks, and she crossed her arms.

“Why are you always like this?”

Clarke, halfway to standing, sat back down on the bench. “Like what?”

“Why are you so, so…” Lexa searched for a word, but unwelcomed suggestions jumped to the front of her mind like “hot” and “sexy”, and she ended up going with, “infuriating! Why do you flirt with other players only to mess with their game?”

Clarke huffed, an unusual pink dusting her cheeks. “I don’t flirt with other players.”

“You’ve been pretending to flirt with me in every game for a year!” Lexa didn’t know she needed to vent about something tonight, but Clarke gave her the opening she needed.

“Wait, wait,” Clarke said, raising her hands in surrender. “One, I don’t do that to other players. Two, I mostly do it with you because I know it won’t affect your game. I need to have something against your resolve, and flirting with a straight girl is harmless enough. Besides, you’re hot, Lex. Wow, why don’t you react like this on the court?”

Lexa’s cheeks burned, and she rolled her eyes. Once she stepped on the court, nothing else mattered and Lexa would be hyper-focused on the game. But tonight, not being under the spotlight and off her game, Lexa was not immune to Griffin’s tongue. Compliments—Griffin’s compliments! She needed to change this line of thought.

“What on earth have I done for you to think I’m straight?” Maybe that wasn’t the correct shift in the conversation. Clarke lit up like a Christmas tree, her mouth opening for a second, then closing again, settling on a half smile.

“You never reacted to me before.” Clarke’s voice was a full octave lower, and Lexa might be in trouble. Lexa swallowed and fidgeted with her jacket zipper. “And maybe, yeah, I’ve been flirting with you not only because of the games,” Clarke confessed, the heat in her cheeks darkening.

Was Clarke flirting with her again?

“I was kind of hoping you’d be able to play tonight,” Clarke continued, “so I could watch you all night instead.”

Yes, that was flirting, Lexa’s concussed brain detected. She didn’t move as Clarke shuffled closer, their thighs touching.

“I tried to find you early on, but all your teammates were wearing braids,” Lexa said. At 21, Lexa should have a better control of her mouth, but alas, there she was confessing her charms to her rival.

“They wanted to show me support.” Clarke’s voice was close, and closer still as she said, “So you were looking for me?” But the expected grin or tease was not behind her words. Lexa gathered the rest of her courage and chanced a glance at the fellow point guard, finding nothing but… admiration?

Kiss her, Lexa’s obviously concussed brain offered, and Lexa’s heart race in adrenaline as she ignored the thought.

“You’re the best player,” Lexa reasoned, swallowing as Clarke invaded her personal space. “Of course I look for you on the court.”

“Well,” Clarke said, and her hand, a tad larger than Lexa’s, reached for Lexa’s own. “I look for you outside of the court, too. I watched the video on your channel about your work against bullying in your town’s high school. That was inspiring.”

Lexa’s heart swelled with something akin to fondness, but she blamed that on the concussion. “Thank you.” Lexa whispered, the moment asking for softness.

“You, Lexa Woods”—Clarke’s large hand closed around Lexa’s, warm and steady—“You are inspiring.”

It wasn’t every day that the league MVP said she was inspiring.

Kiss, kiss, her brain supplied.

Lexa didn’t have to wait for her body to listen to her brain. Clarke was MVP for many reasons, and not hesitating was one of them.

The kiss was soft and warm, and Clarke’s hand tugged lightly at Lexa’s neck. For the first time that day, Lexa breathed easily. It lasted a moment, as Clarke showed to be dexterous with her tongue, and then Lexa was breathless.

“My team will be here at half-time,” Lexa whispered when Clarke finally, reluctantly, pulled away.

“Is that your way of saying you don’t want to kiss me again?”

Lexa wished she could say no to that smile, but she was learning that denying that smile was harder than to block Clarke’s 3 pointers.

“It means we can’t do it here,” Lexa said.

“I’m staying in town for an orthopedic appointment tomorrow morning. You could always stop by my hotel later tonight.” Clarke reached for her clutches and stood. 

“My team will want me around after the game.”

Clarke smiled, one eyebrow raised. “Would you rather be in a noisy bar with your team celebrating, or watching the British Bake Off with me while making out on a king bed?”

Lexa’s cheeks warmed. “The British Bake Off?”

Clarke made her way out of the locker room, slow and steady. “We can watch it on mute, which helps with your headache, and watching it always makes me… hungry.” Clarke delivered the last word over her shoulders, licking her lips for extra dramatic effect. Lexa felt her face heating as Clarke limped out of the room.

Hours later, Lexa’s team had gained their place at the final. Her headache was under control, and her utmost satisfaction had nothing to do with the chocolate cake they ordered from the 24h hotel service.

[reallygroovyninja]

#135 for the smut prompt 😊

135 - “I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.”

Lexa was sitting at her desk, her fingers idly tracing the edge of a legal pad while she stared out the window of her office. Her phone buzzed on the desk, and she glanced at the screen. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips when she saw Clarke’s name. 

She picked up the call, her voice softening as she answered, “Hey, Clarke.” 

“Hey yourself,” Clarke’s voice came through, a playful lilt to it. Lexa could almost picture the smirk on her face. “Busy day at the office, Counselor?” 

Lexa chuckled, leaning back in her chair. “Always. But I can spare a few minutes for you.” 

“Mmm, just a few minutes?” Clarke teased. “That doesn’t sound like nearly enough time.” 

“I think you’ll find I can be very efficient when I need to be,” Lexa shot back, her tone low and suggestive. 

There was a pause on the other end, and Lexa could hear the faint rustling of sheets. Clarke must have been lounging in bed, and the thought of her there, relaxed and likely wearing nothing but a grin, made Lexa’s pulse quicken. 

“Maybe,” Clarke replied, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “But I prefer when you take your time.” 

Lexa bit her lip, trying to keep her composure. “Is that right? You know I’m not one to rush things.” 

“I remember,” Clarke purred. “You always know how to make things last… how to build up to that perfect moment.” 

Lexa’s breath hitched at the memory Clarke’s words invoked. “And you… always know how to push me right to the edge,” she murmured. 

Clarke’s laughter was soft, almost a hum. “I do enjoy seeing just how far I can push you.” 

Lexa could hear the challenge in her voice, and it sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re dangerous, Clarke Griffin.” 

“Only for you,” Clarke whispered back, her tone taking on a more serious edge. There was a beat of silence before she added, “I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.” 

The confession hung in the air, heavy and charged. Lexa’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. She swallowed, trying to find the right words, but all she could manage was a soft, “Clarke…” 

“Yeah?” Clarke’s voice was gentle now, the teasing edge gone. 

Lexa shifted in her chair, the playful smile still on her lips as the conversation settled into a comfortable rhythm. After a brief lull, Lexa’s curiosity got the better of her. 

“So, what are you up to right now?” Lexa asked, her tone light but tinged with a hint of anticipation. 

There was a pause on the other end, and then Clarke’s voice came through, lower and sultry. “I might be… stroking my cock.” 

Lexa’s breath caught in her throat, her grip on the phone tightening. Her voice dropped, the playful edge replaced with something deeper, more primal. “Really now?” 

“Mm-hmm,” Clarke hummed, the sound vibrating through the phone. “Been thinking about you all day, Lexa. Figured I’d do something about it.” 

Lexa could practically hear the smirk in Clarke’s voice, and the mental image of Clarke lying there, touching herself, sent a surge of heat through her body. She struggled to keep her voice steady. “And how’s that going for you?” 

Clarke’s breath hitched, and there was a faint, barely audible sound that made Lexa’s pulse quicken. “Good… but it’d be better if you were here.” 

Lexa closed her eyes, letting the image of Clarke’s hand moving over her length fill her mind. “Tell me what you’re doing,” she commanded softly, her voice husky. 

Clarke didn’t hesitate. “I’m gripping myself, just the way I like it… thinking about how good it feels when you touch me. How your hand feels wrapped around me, so tight, so perfect.” 

Lexa’s breath came faster, her body reacting to Clarke’s words. “Keep going,” she urged, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Clarke’s breathing grew heavier, and Lexa could hear the faint sounds of her hand moving, the wet slide of her stroking herself. “I’m thinking about your mouth, Lexa… how you tease me with your tongue. How you always know exactly what I need.” 

Lexa bit her lip, her own arousal spiking as she listened. “You like that, don’t you? The way I make you come undone?” 

“So much,” Clarke moaned, her voice thick with desire. “I’m so close, Lexa. I wish you were here to see what you do to me.” 

Lexa’s heart raced, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper. “I want to hear you when you come, Clarke. Let me hear you.” 

Clarke’s breathing quickened, the sounds growing more urgent, more desperate. “I’m right there, Lexa… fuck, I’m right there.” 

Lexa’s voice was a low growl now, filled with need. “Come for me, Clarke. Let me hear how good it feels.” 

Clarke’s breath caught, and a deep, throaty moan filled the line as she tumbled over the edge. Lexa could hear every gasp, every shuddering breath as Clarke rode out her climax, her name falling from Clarke’s lips like a prayer. 

Lexa’s own body thrummed with the intensity of the moment, her pulse pounding in her ears. She listened as Clarke’s breathing slowly returned to normal, a satisfied sigh escaping her. 

“God, Lexa,” Clarke finally said, her voice soft and sated. “You always know how to get me there.” 

Lexa smiled, her own desire still simmering just beneath the surface. “I’m glad I could help,” she murmured, her tone filled with warmth and just a hint of mischief. “Though next time, I’d prefer to be there in person.” 

Clarke chuckled, the sound filled with promise. “Next time, you will be.” 

[anonfanfic]

Clexa parents at parent teacher night

Or clexa at someone else’s wedding

Or clexa in a gorcery store

Or dealing with a karen

So many choices!!

Clarke and Lexa had been dating for a few months now and they couldn't get enough of each other. They were living in the heart of the city, with busy schedules and demanding jobs. But they always made time for each other, and their favorite thing to do together was grocery shopping.

On this particular day, they were strolling through the aisles of their favorite supermarket, hand in hand. 

As they walked past the produce section, Clarke picked up a ripe mango and held it up to Lexa's nose. "Smell this," she said, grinning. "It smells like sunshine."

Lexa took a deep breath and pretended to swoon. "Oh, I'm in love with you all over again," she said, winking.

Clarke giggled and put the mango in their cart. "Just wait until you taste it," she said, squeezing Lexa's hand.

“That’s not really what I want to taste right now,” Lexa muttered, just loud enough for Clarke to hear. Lexa walked by Clarke and grabbed her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before walking past her.

They continued down the aisle, picking up items they needed for their dinner that night. As they reached the pasta section, Lexa grabbed a box of spaghetti and held it up to Clarke. "Hey, did you hear about the Italian chef who died? He pasta way," she said, trying to stifle a laugh.

Clarke groaned and rolled her eyes. "That was terrible," she said, but she couldn't help but smile.

Lexa grinned. "I know, but you love my cheesy jokes."

Clarke leaned in and kissed Lexa's cheek. "That's because I love you," she said, her voice soft.

Lexa's heart skipped a beat. "I love you too," she said, her eyes sparkling.

They continued down the aisles, teasing each other and making silly jokes. When they got to the ice cream section, Clarke reached for a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough and held it up. "This is my favorite flavor," she said, grinning.

Lexa smirked. "Oh really? I thought I was your favorite flavor," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Clarke blushed and playfully swatted Lexa's arm. "Stop it," she said, but she couldn't hide her smile.

As they approached the checkout line, Lexa picked up a tabloid magazine and held it up to Clarke's face. "Hey, look at this," she said, pointing to the cover. "It says here that we're secretly married."

Clarke laughed. "That's ridiculous," she said, shaking her head.

Lexa shrugged. "I don't know, maybe we should consider it. I hear married couples get discounts on groceries."

Clarke rolled her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. "You're such a dork.”

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Lexa wrinkled her nose and gave Clarke a quick kiss, before turning to the employee to pay for their groceries. 

“Always,” Clarke whispered under her breath. Forever grateful for these moments with the love of her life.

[tiny-pun]

Regrets

B: Just tell me: Do you have regrets? About that night ? A: Yes. A: I have many regrets. For not holding you closer. For not cupping your face more gently, like you wanted me to. For asking but not responding. For not making sure, you knew how good you were to me. For making it about me, when i should have made it about us. But most of all I regret not telling you how glad I am that it was you. That it is you.

[blu3haw4]

Happy Clexaweek everyone! Another contribution of mine, because Clexaweek isn't over until we say it's over, a promise to myself from last year Clexaweek 24 the full chapter of this sneak peak of my Modern Arranged Marriage AU

Guess we'll have to work it out. Update

Chapter two. Under the theme Fake Dating. The one where they get to know each other better 😌😈

Lexa walks into her office Monday morning still a little shaken by the conversations she had on at lunch with her dad and none other than Dr. Abigail Griffin. She was mortified the moment she walked into her childhood home and it didn't get much better after they sat down to eat. Dr. Griffin had the decency to not fully expose in which situation she met her, but she did told Gustus that Lexa an her daughter were seeing each other -Lexa didn't correct her, opting to wait for the crazy woman to be gone to have an honest conversation with her father- and that she had recognized her from the pictures in Gustus office. Lexa learned there that her father had legally assisted Dr. Griffin several times in courtrooms along side some of his colleges where greedy patients tried to stain her career. It calmed her only a little bit to know this woman was decent enough be on her dad's good side after those cases.

Abby said that seen her reminded her of her dad and she had called just to catch up and lunch had come up, her true intention were revealed shortly after, when she oh! so happened to remember that there was a gala hosted by her hospital coming up the following weekend. She swore that Clarke had told her how excited she was about it and that she knew her daughter wouldn't gather the nerves to ask Lexa to go with her, despite how much she truly wanted it. Gustus thought it was a great idea and told her how good it could be for her professionally, and that she should take the chance to showcase her name around the big money people that would assist the gala.

Once Abby was finally gone, Lexa got to freak out about the craziness of the woman, she told her father that her and Clarke weren't actually 'seeing' each other, and confessed that they had just hooked up, and how Lexa had been unfortunate enough to meet Dr. Griffin the next morning. Gustus agreed that Abby was a little insane and found a little weird all she had put out to convince them for the gala, ultimately though, he still thought the gala could be a good idea anyways, even if they went as friends or a fake date. He assured her that though unconventional Dr. Griffin always meant well, and continued to sell her the idea of the gala, all the people there and the goal they usually had. By the time she walked out of her childhood home on Sunday night after dinner, she had agreed to let her father organize the whole thing, she would just have to wait to be told a time and place to show up and she would. She had gotten a text from Gustus once she arrived home, saying that Clarke would call her over the week so they could meet up and talk about how to go about the gala.

Overall, though insane, Lexa did end up feeling like this fake date could be good for her, if not for the professional opportunities she could snatch, at the very least she could hook up with Clarke again. The two had hit it off pretty well, they had a lot of chemistry, and though they hadn't really talked much, Lexa had a good feeling about her. In the end, if not a crazy way to arrange a second date, this was solely a business transaction, a partnership to hype each of their names to the people that mattered, just a role to play to clime up the ladder of success.

∞·∞·∞

"Are you insane?!"

"It will be good for you, honey. Don't act like it's the first time I've picked your date for these events"

"Mom! Don't you realized how different this is?! Are you aware that the shit you pulled is some next level stalkery?! I didn’t even get her number and you went to have lunch with her and her dad?!" Clarke exasperated into the phone, she had gone out to grab lunch and as usual called her mom for their weekly updates.

She was still trying to process the events of Saturday morning and her mother not having an ounce of touch when it came to social manners. Clarke had decided, though still shaken, to let it go and move on, that was until Abby brought up the gala and her recently arranged date.

And all the trouble she went through to make it happen.

"Oh don't be dramatic. I've known Agustus for years, this is no difference to the Desai"

'Gustus' Clarke corrected in her head, because of course she remember such a stupid detail "I had never met Ryker before!" she hissed, because she knew how to pick her battles "I never hooked up with him before you went and planned a dinner with his parents!"

Her mom tasked on her phone and Clarke almost snapped "Look, darling, I have a surgery soon, okay? I have Lexa's number and I think you should call her. You know it's not as simple as just showing up, so maybe arrange a date to get your stories straight" Clarke couldn't believe her mother, she was just handing out instructions as though it was a gift, something for her to be thankful of, for having such a thoughtful mother.

It shouldn't surprise her anymore, but it felt like each time Clarke thought Abby had reach a limit of craziness she just went and outdid herself, as thought it was her mission to prove to Clarke she could be worse and then act as thought every other parent -or person- acted the same.

Clarke took a couple of deep breath trying to come up with a coherent thought that wasn't finding a way to put her mother in a mental hospital and keep her there until she died. At her lack of response Abby spoke again "Sweetie you know the drill, this gala's are just to help you showcase your name with a pretty and successful young adult in your arm. These people have expectations of what success looks like and you know showing up with your friends isn't it"

And of course it was true, most of the millionaires and billionaires that showed up at hospital gala's went there under the disguise of wanting to help, to share their grant of salt for the sake of medicine and people's well being. In reality they were there to inflate their egos even more, to have successful people of all ages kiss their asses to convince them to help their cause. They're expectations were for those people to have their lives figured out, to have a life plan that they could prize themself in supporting with donations, being single didn't fit their parameters.

So of course it was Clarke's braking point; in her own way, her mother was just trying to show her how much she cared. Her entire life she had gone above and beyond to support her; her passions and dreams, she paid for all her education only asking for her happiness in return. Even if often she pulled up crazy things like inviting her one-night-stand to a very elite event, or calling her ex boyfriends to ask why they had dumped her, she always had the best of intentions.

With a sigh, Clarke agreed "Okay. Can you text me her number? I'll call her soon and I'll coach her for Sunday"

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"Fuck! Don't stop!"

And for the third time in the past two hours Clarke thanked her past self for agreeing to her mother's crazy idea. Feeling Lexa's walls shudder around three of her fingers, hearing her breath fasten by the minute as her moans grew louder and louder, more desperate each thrust of Clarke hips.

Lexa was face down on the bed, her leg parted so wide that her hips were barely lifted from the bed, Clarke had hand trapped between their bodies, her hips helping her trust deep into Lexa's cunt, as her other hand had come around Lexa's abdomen to teas her clit. Clarke was fully leaning over Lexa's back, nibbling and licking at her shoulders and neck, occasionally sharing a desperate messy kiss before Lexa's moans interrupted them. Lexa had a hand on Clarke's wrist keeping her hand from wandering away form her clit, and her other arm was stretch towards the headboard for where she occasionally held from.

A call on Tuesday afternoon -because she needed a whole day to prepare- lead to a coffee date on Thursday. They rode off the indicial awkwardness and got down to business -no pun intended- Clarke explained to Lexa as best she could all the things they should prepare for and they planned out some fact about a fake relationship should people potentially ask them.

One flirty joke about their hypothetical sex life turned into a round of back and forth about their night together and before they knew it they were making out in the elevator up to Lexa's apartment. Neither cared that it was a weeknight when Clarke unbuttoned her shirt and Lexa helped her out of her bra, they couldn’t be bother about noise complaints when Clarke got down on her knees after backing Lexa to the nearest wall and devoured her as though it was her last meal.

Lexa didn't let her catch her breath before she had her pinned to the couch getting fingered down with a vigor that had Clarke whishing she hadn't left her strap-on at her ex-girlfriends' place, never to bee seen again. They made it to Lexa's room by common agreement that they needed more space and now here they were, making Clarke wish she still had the strap-on for a different reason.

"Clarke! FUCK!"

All she could do was smirk into her shoulder and continue her rhythm, she knew Lexa wanted - needed- more; faster, harder, anything, but she wanted to stretch the moment, Lexa felt to good around her finger, under her, she was so vocal and loud and Clarke loved it. In the end though Clarke was the one who gave up, not realizing how much she craved to hear and feel Lexa come for her, she quicken the pace of her fingers over Lexa's clit as she thrust harder into her, grunting into Lexa's back.

"Cla-rke!" the guttural moan with which Lexa came was everything Clarke whished for and she couldn't help but smile a genuine smile into Lexa's shoulder. Clarke kissed the ink on her spine as she helped her ride down her orgasm; she moved her hand grabbing Lexa's in the way, and made sure to pull out slowly, only after Lexa's breathing was back to normal -or close enough- holding her close, Clarke turned them so she was laying behind Lexa and spooning her.

Lexa sighed, eyes closed, her fingers intertwined with Clarke's, one pair of hands around her middle and the other up against her shoulder, her head resting over Clarke's bicep, her nose hiding in the underside of Clarke's flexed elbow. She felt safe, it was a feeling that should unsettle her given she had met Clarke less than a week ago and this was the second time they were seen each other. She embraced it instead, for once in her life letting her guard down.

They stayed like that for minutes that felt like hours and mere seconds at the same time, until eventually Clarke moved to kiss Lexa shoulder, shaking her out of her almost sleep state. Lexa hummed and leaned back into it prompting Clarke to continue, the blonde smiled into her neck and continued trailing kisses on every inch of available skin. Lexa turned slowly, letting go of Clarke's hand on her shoulder to be able to face her, she waited happily as Clarke continued her lip's journey and finally made it to her lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, not necessarily soft or tender, but it wasn't heated either. They moved in unison to fit better together and continued kissing only stopping to huff a giggle and lick smiles off each other's lips.

"I probably-"

"Noup, you shouldn't" Lexa interrupted when Clarke tried to stop their make out and move away. The brunette moved to straddle her and minutes went by with the two kissing before Clarke seemed to remember her intentions.

"Uhm... actually-" The blonde couldn't help but laugh at Lexa's continuous attempts at shutting her up and distract her "C'mon on, this isn't fair" she sighed breathlessly when the brunette's lips traveled down her neck to graze her nipples.

"Isn't it?" Lexa asked wickedly looking up aware of her advantage.

Sighing Clarke opted to continue talking even if she need she didn't want to stop Lexa "We really should wind up on our fake past- Mmmhm" She bit her moan down as lexa got comfortable on her lap and continued lavishing her breasts "There's a dress code too- fuck- and we should figure if we can match"

With a wet 'pop' Lexa sat up with raised eyebrows "Seriously?"

"This is the reason we met up today"

"Yeah well plans changed. So let's worry about it later" Lexa's tone went from annoyed to flirty in no time and Clarke was a little grateful for having a hard time keeping up.

"The gala is on Sunday. I've seen you once before and we really should learn to look comfortable. I'm also not kidding about the dress code, you need time to find a new dress or suit if there's nothing in your closet that's appropriate"

A little offended -for more than one reason- Lexa frown "Why wouldn't I have something appropriate?"

"For one, because I already have a dress and we can't not match, also... you are aware most of those people are literal billionaires, right? You need to up your standards very high for what would be nice for this event"

"Jeez, would you like to check my closet?" Lexa rolled her eyes.

"Could I?"

"Are you serious?" She asked shocked, she been vey sarcastic, joking at most.

"I mean... It wouldn't hurt, this was a business meeting after all"

"I would expect the business to happened while I'm dressed"

"The flirting and half the pleasure happened while you were clothed so... I don't think that should be your reference" Clarke smirked as her hands rubbed the brunette's hips. Lexa couldn't help but snort with a slightly more humorous eyeroll. "Also... it's getting late and I really should go home before work tomorrow"

"That's not necessary" Lexa tasked flirtingly leaning back down.

"I cannot show up in the same clothes tomorrow" Clarke tried, but Lexa only tasked again

"No one will notice" she mumbled taking a nipple into her mouth.

"I work at a graphic designers office, trust me, they will notice. It'll be the gossip of the month" Clarke let out in one breath coursing and cheering in her head at the same time.

Lexa sighed and sat up again "If we get that over with, can we revisit this before you go?" She asked, moving her hands to roll both of Clarke's nipples between her fingers, making abundantly clear that she didn't want a 'no' for an answer.

"Fuck, yeah. I could agree to that"

∞·∞·∞

"Get up looser, your lunch break is here" Was the only warning she got before a paper bag was dropped into her desk and the chair she was sitting on got pulled back and turned around "My boss had the audacity to ask for a full report on the case before my work day is over" Anya, her long time best friend and basically sister, growled as she grabbed Lexa's hands to pull her up and push her out of her office.

It was barely ten minutes past noon on Friday and Lexa had been so focused on making sense of her coworkers plans that she forgot Anya was coming for their monthly -and some time more recurrent- lunch get together.

Her night with Clarke had ended spectacularly, after agreeing to get the business part of their encounter over before continuing with the pleasure, they had gotten up and put on baggy t-shirts to avoid distractions. Clarke had retrieved her phone to show Lexa pictures of dresses she's worn for past galas and she also showed her the types of outfits other's showed up in. They looked so expensive, even in the cheap light of a cellphone's camera, that Lexa was sheepish to show Clarke her very much not adequate wardrobe.

In the end, Lexa showed her the few formal dresses she owned and a pair of suits to explain her style, but didn't allow her a view of her entire closet. They agreed that Clarke would send her a picture of the dress she would wear, so that Lexa could go shopping for something to match. Clarke gave her specifics rules of how to pick and stores she should definitely check and those she should absolutely not, she even offered to go with her, even if just to check she wouldn't rent something.

Clarke had the intention of leaving after one more round.

She ended up going home after two in the morning and Lexa couldn't feel too bad about the little sleep they would get before work.

On her way to work Lexa pondered the idea of going shopping alone but given that she hated it, she knew she needed back up.

"So, as result -and thanks to my foreseeing abilities-" Anya continued after grabbing the bag again and guiding Lexa to the elevator "I am only available for ten minutes to have lunch in this building's roof, because I can't afford to eat in longer than ten minutes"

"I'm not sure I'm following" Lexa frowned, hiding a smirk, mostly to piss Anya off.

With a growl and a glare Anya pressed the button to the upper floor "I'll dumb it down for you then; I usually have an hour lunch break, because of my boss' request I shouldn't be able to have single minute, but since I foresaw what he would ask for, I have half the report ready and thus and extra half-hour of free time"

"Oh how smart of you" Lexa mocked as they walked out of the elevator and turned to the stairs up to the roof. The pair of best friends sat down on their usual spot and opened their bags "Chinese?"

"It was the fastest one" Anya shrugged "How's your week? Still trying not to hate your job?"

"It's been a nice week" Lexa dodged "Actually, do you remember the girl I told you about last weekend?"

"The one whose mom showed up?

"Yep. So... I might have skipped the part where she showed up at dad's too-" Lexa gave Anya just a second to choke out her shock before continuing "It was weird, and a lot, but basically her and dad agree that me joining said girl to her mother's hospital gala would be a 'dually beneficial agreement' and dad ended up convincing me of it"

"What?! What in the fuck, Woods?"

"It sounds insane, I know" Lexa paused to remember that Anya didn't have all the facts, so after explaining to her how Dr. Griffin knew Gustus, and answering Anya's questions she continued.

"So she called me on Tuesday, we got coffee yesterday to align the story we'll tell on Sunday and... we may have... revisited out first encounter" She shrugged nonchalantly with a growing smirk.

 "You fucked again?" Anya huffed out a laugh before raising her hand for a high-five; because that was the type of relationship they had "Damn Lex. I knew you had it in you, but... damn" She nodded approvingly.

"Well, we did end up agreeing that I need to buy a new outfit for Sunday so...?"

"No"

"Anya-"

"Nooo! Go with her, I hate shopping"

"So do I, that's why we should go together. I promise it won't be traditional shopping. She'll send me her dress and I have a list of stores I can and must-not visit to match it"

There was a pregnant pause as Anya considered her with a glare and Lexa tried to give her best friends the best puppy-eyes. A groan and an eye roll made Lexa grin "Fiiiiine. But you're buying me dinner"

"Deal. I'll even check the online store so we're only there for me to try them on"

"Great, you see, this is why we're friends"

Following on her words Lexa spent all night checking the stores Clarke told her, and then rechecking them once Clarke sent a picture of her in her dress. There might have been a lot of flirting afterwards too, but no one should blame her.

Shopping on Saturday went smoothly, she had agreed with Anya to go as early as the stores allowed to make sure they wouldn't have to encounter many people. The pair of friends were smart enough to wear their best outfits to avoid mistreatment from the classist sellers. True to her word Lexa only tried on the dresses she had already found on their page, she sent pictures of all of them to Clarke who was equal parts sharing her objective opinion and flirting with her, plus she had Anya's unfiltered comments on how much money she would raise with each new inch of skin revealed.

By noon Lexa had bought her dress for an amount she would probably be paying for a year and she let herself be dragged by Anya to buy some sort of matching linger.

"Isn't it, I don't know... too overconfident?" She had asked, suddenly shy

Anya had snorted loudly "Even ignoring the inconvenient events of how you met her mother. You met up in your work-clothes on a weekday to talk fake dating and ended up fucking into two in the morning. You think tomorrow night, with her dress like that, and you showing that much skin isn't going to end up the same? Is simple math, Woods" and so she was convinced.

Still, rolling into Sunday night, Lexa was a wreck of nerves. She had invited her dad to have lunch at her place, scared that somehow Dr. Griffin would show up at her dad's again. Anya was there too and all afternoon was spent with Lexa freaking out about speech protocol and rich old entitled white men who could socially destroy her. Her father and best friend did everything they could to calm her, but by the time they were gone and Clarke was on her way in the limo with her mother and step-father to pick her up, Lexa couldn't remember why she had agreed.

Lexa jumped out of her skin when the bell of her apartment rang, her questioning of how Clarke managed to get in without the doorman calling her first got caught short when she opened the door.

The blonde looked stunning, standing by her door in a silky salmon dress that hugged her figure perfectly, an hypnotizing cleavage, make up to impress and her hair up perfectly, she held her tiny bag in front of her looking slightly nervous.

Lexa was star trucked, with her own tiny bag in one hand and the open door in the other; she stood staring, slightly opened mouthed in her pinkish flowered dress, noddle straps held her less prominent cleavage and the fabric tighten around her hips and rear before flowing down her legs cutting past her knees.

"You look even better in person" Clarke whispered, almost as thought she hadn't intended to say it out loud.

It worked to shake Lexa out of her stupor "I could say the same thing about you"

Clarke bit her lip, a smile trying to make it pass her teeth as she gave Lexa the third once over of the night "I wish we had time for a little fun" She hushed, taking a step closer that made Lexa's breath caught in her throat "But if don't get going like right now there's a huge chance my mother will decide to come looking for us"

Lexa huffed a little laughed paired with a good natured eye-roll  "Let's get going then, love" she smirked, and so did Clarke even as she blushed a pretty shade of pink. They had agreed to use pet names as they saw fit and have been trying them out while tesxting.

"Let's go baby" Clarke winked before she grabbed her hand and guided her out.

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The night is a blast, after a little awkward drive to the hotel, a quick stop at the red carpet and quick first introduction, Clarke and Lexa find themselves well into their first round. They play a little game -when they’re not talking to wealthy people- of whispering fire questions about their fake relationships and competing on who gets the most right-answers.

Clarke whispers little reminders to Lexa about etiquette and Lexa asks her names and profession of the people around them.

“You’re well verse in this aren’t you?” Lexa mumbled into her third wine glass.

“I’ve been doing this since it was ten, you’ve gotta learn a few things along the way” Clarke shrugged, giving her a look that would be too much flirt for this early in the night, if they hadn’t already sneaked a quicky inside a service closet -that was the size of Lexa’s bathrooms- where they also downed their second wine glasses.

They score some donations for Dr. Griffin’s department with a fourth wine glass in hand and they charm the right people to discover new connections and move into new conversations where they can show off their knowledge in their fields. Clarke hypes up Lexa’s dedication to her company in front of CEOs and Lexa speaks highly of Clarke’s works to anyone who’d listen.

They get called a power couple a few times, and people get surprised that they don’t work together, people flirt with them individually and together and they sneak in a second quicky after a particularly attractive young ortho surgeon flirted with Lexa while Clarke was with her mother.

Clarke doesn’t say much as she pushes Lexa against the closed door, throws their bags to the floor and uses them as knee pads when she sinks down and pushes Lexa’s dress up. It’s embarrassingly quick how Clarke drives her over the edge with her mouth, and it’s even more embarrassing the way she whimpers when Clarke moves her panties back to cover her core and cups her with her hand as she stands up.

“Just to remind you… who you’re going home with” Clarke hushed into her ear, pressing her body into her and rubbing her hand over Lexa’s ruined underwear.

She’s still breathing unevenly when she turns to look at Clarke “I think everyone knows who’s taking me home”

“Not everyone” Clarke grumbles, and she hopes she’s rocked Lexa’s work enough that she won’t question the tone.

Because yeah, they’re playing the role of girlfriends tonight, and they’ve had fun each time they’ve seen each other, but they aren’t actually dating, Clarke doesn’t feel with the right to be jealous, and she’s not sure if she is. Maybe just a little possessive, drunk for sure, and concerned about the image they would be giving if she didn’t care about someone else flirting with her girl.

Yeah. That’s all.

“Let’s go out there and show them then” Lexa hums, smiling drunkenly, her pupils still dilatated, her eyes glossy from the orgasm “I can’t kiss you like I want to and that’s not fair” she pouts.

Clarke smirks “I need to wash my face… so maybe we can risk it” she whispers, leaning in, and absently pressing up with her hand.

Lexa moans and turns her head; she doesn’t roll her hips, but she huffs as she bites her lip “We shouldn’t risk another minute in this room if we don’t want to get kicked out”

It’s Clarke’s turn to pout “Fine” she huffs, stepping away from Lexa and licking her lips with a smirk, tasting her in her mouth still and throwing her a kiss as she fixes her dress and hair.

Lexa rolls her eyes and turns to open the door, Clarke hands her her bag, and Clarke helps but draws her in to steal a kiss. Lexa’s eyes sparkle, but she huffs and tells her to wash her mouth before walking away.

She’s waiting with their fifth wine glasses when Clarke returns, and it’s only for the sake of their cover that they share a not-so-chase kiss in greeting, Clarke’s hand goes around Lexa’s back as she takes the glass with a quiet ‘thanks’ and Lexa encourages her to lean on her when her own arm goes around Clarke’s shoulders.

By the time they consider it appropriate to leave, they feel fulfilled on their quest to showcase their names; Lexa is sure she has made the right connections to be call on a new project soon, while Clarke made sure to meet every new person that hadn’t attended previous galas and offered assistance on all of their business.

The night ends at Lexa’s place, where Clarke drives her up the wall as soon as the door closes, finally kissing in the filthy way they’ve wanted to all nigh long. Lexa strips Clarke of her dress and her linger bra to grope and kiss her boobs while still leaning against the wall.

Walking on shaking legs after an earth-shattering orgasm she pushes Clarke onto the bed to sensually slide off her minidress and reveal her newly bough set of matching lingerie. She climbs the bed just as smoothly and loves the way Clarke gaps at her as she slides Clarke’s panties down her legs following the path with kisses.

Clarke is too drunk and too horny to stay quiet while Lexa devour her pussy, she shudders and moans, grabbing at the sheets and Lexa’s hair as she arches her back and her hips into her mouth. She sees stars when she comes, whimpering and shaking as Lexa continues on, dragging her pleasure on and on until she feels like she might collapse.

When Lexa slides up her body and lays her head on her shoulder, nuzzling into her neck Clarke is thankful to her past self for bringing in an overnight bag, she sighs draping her arms around Lexa, content to know she doesn’t have to leave, and can instead fall asleep with Lexa in her arms.

∞·∞·∞

Monday at work it’s a good day, nothing specific happens during the day, but nothing goes wrong, she work’s smoothly and okay, she is still very much thriving on her morning orgasms, she still can’t believe she wasn’t late with how much time they wasted just kissing.

Her boss calls her to his office before five, she sits anxiously waiting for something bad, but her boss just wants to talk about her night at the hospital gala, he mentions he’s brother is a big supporter and that he had many good things to say about Lexa during their call at lunch. Lexa plays coy, appreciates the compliments and downplays her presence at the gala, she answers some questions about how she got there and consequentially about Clarke.

It feels weird so speak so casually with her boss, but Lexa appreciates the change, knows it means her mingling work in some way. She’s still surprised when he mentions lunch on Saturday, saying his brother’s friends get together and invite him over to talk about future idealist projects and since Lexa spoke so highly and expertly about the company and their work she should join them.

She leaves the office with a smile on her face, she grabs her phone to call her father and pauses. Clarke’s chat is at the top of the list, she considers for a second, biting her lip, remembering the gala and the night, and with a smile, she sends a quick text.

(17:13): Hey! Do you have any plans this Saturday?

Looking back, this was truly, her second mistake.

[dysco-lymonade]

#6 for kissing prompt using any clexa you want 😊

You’re now entering an unknown Clexa AU set some time during college.

Maybe it’ll develop into something? Send me your thoughts and questions.

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The bass is pounding so hard that Clarke can see the sound waves in her cup of lukewarm beer. Her mind wanders to Jurassic Park and she wonders if she wouldn’t enjoy being hunted by a T-Rex more than being at this party.

Beside her, Finn Collins is apologizing profusely.

Again.

She knows he is speaking, but she’s not listening. She honestly doesn’t really care that he missed the opening of the art show. It wasn’t like she’d sent him an invitation. It was a small college-wide display that would be going on for weeks.

She sees a hand come in to her line of sight. When her eyes focus, she sees fingers snapping in front of her face. “Yo, Earth to Clarke.” Finn has successfully grabbed her attention, and her murderous gaze.

“Did you seriously just snap at me?” She furrows her eyebrows.

He doesn’t even flinch at her tone.

“Yeah I was seeing if I couldn’t make it up to you.” He shoots her what she’s sure is supposed to be a cute crooked smile. It really just makes her want to rearrange his face.

She sighs, trying to make it clear that she’s not interested, without having to actually say it. “Finn, look. I’m not sure what—“

He cuts her off with a hand on her forearm. “I know you’re upset, princess. But it won’t happen again. I promise.”

“What won’t?” Clarke shrugs her arm away from his touch just as his eyes wander to something behind her.

“Oh hey, Lexa. Can you give us a minute?” Finn asks.

Clarke doesn’t hear a response. Instead, she feels herself being turned around with a gentle grasp to her shoulder. It’s like she’s moving in slow-motion.

Clarke’s eyes briefly land on the determined face of one Lexa Woods before she’s suddenly too close to focus on.

Two soft palms cup Clarke’s jaw as slender fingers grasp around the back of her neck.

Then Lexa’s lips are on hers.

It’s so unexpected that Clarke hadn’t had a moment to ready herself. Lexa comes in too quickly, damn near chipping Clarke’s tooth.

Clarke can’t find it in herself to mind. Instead, she sinks in to the feeling of Lexa’s hands cradling her face.

Clarke wraps her hands around Lexa’s waist to pull her in tighter, just as she starts to feel Lexa pulling away.

Clarke can hear Finn muttering curse words under his breath as he wanders off.

“Jesus, Lex. What was that?!” Clarke all but squeaks. Now looking Lexa directly in the eyes.

Panic is the only word that could possibly describe the look on Lexa’s face.

“Shit. I just saw him over here bothering you again and I thought— I don’t know what I thought. I didn’t think.” Lexa’s rambling and Clarke can’t help but find it endearing. Leave it to Lexa to step in and save Clarke from unwanted advances. She’s just never been quite so bold about it.

“Lex.” Clarke tries to get her attention to calm her down.

“That was bad, wasn’t it?” Lexa winces.

“Absolutely terrible.” Clarke teases back with a grin. “You should do it again.”

[popchoc]

if you're still doing prompts, i would love to read a clexa one using 21 and 25. it would be fun if it was not angst but fluff and funny instead. i love your fics btw.

Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying them. Now on to this one. Not one, but two?! And fluff?! Alright, I'll try, for this once, because I'm aware of my tendency to always break everyone's hearts with these two idiots! 🙈 I hope you like it... before you know it, it's all angst again 😉

Clarke & Lexa: Have You Lost Your Actual Mind + You Can't Always Be The Hero

The dozens of candles spread throughout the room cast flickering shadows across the thick furs and tangled sheets. Clarke lay on her back, her messy blonde hair splayed across the pillow, eyes half-lidded with the kind of peace that only came after a particularly intimate activity. Beside her, Lexa lay with one arm draped lazily across Clarke's stomach, her breathing steady and calm.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their intertwined breaths. Clarke traced random patterns across Lexa's bare shoulder, enjoying her warmth and closeness.

Lexa was the first to speak, her voice low but thoughtful. "I'm thinking about the blockade."

"Lexa, no," Clarke groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes, "You just told me yourself. We are not talking about war strategies right now."

Lexa ignored her. "If I go undercover, I can join you. Get into your camp with you and take out Pike myself. I just—"

Clarke's hand shot out, covering Lexa's mouth before she could finish. "Have you lost your actual mind?" she cried out, peeking at her through her lashes. "We just found a whole new reason to live for, and you're already planning ways to get yourself killed?"

Lexa's eyes crinkled in amusement above Clarke's palm, making Clarke sigh in surrender and let go. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to Clarke's collarbone, the barest hint of a smile on her lips. "I was merely considering our options." And then, more serious, "Besides, you've seen me fight. Why would you fear me facing that man?"

"Because that man has guards and weapons you can't even imagine. To start with." Clarke propped herself up on one elbow, her expression worried, but undeniably fond. "You can't always be the hero, Lexa." She ran a hand through the Commander's hair, twirling a loose strand between her fingers. "Maybe, just this once, let someone else take the lead?"

Lexa studied her with that unreadable gaze, as if she were weighing the entire world on her shoulders—as she always did. "I do not seek to be a hero," she murmured, pressing another kiss, this time to Clarke's wrist, "But it is my duty."

Shaking her head, Clarke's heart ached for the weight Lexa carried. "You're not alone in this," she whispered, leaning in until their noses brushed. "Let me take care of you sometimes."

Lexa hesitated, and Clarke could see the internal battle—duty versus desire, responsibility versus love. Eventually, she nodded, just a fraction, but it was enough. "Very well. When this is over, I will let you."

Clarke grinned, pressing a soft kiss to Lexa's lips. "Great decision, Commander."

Pulling Clarke closer until they were skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat again, Lexa hummed. "Your negotiation skills are improving."

"Well, I did learn from the best," Clarke laughed, the sound soft and full of affection.

As their last minutes together ticked away, they settled into each other; the weight of the world momentarily forgotten in favor of whispered promises and gentle touches. Maybe soon, Clarke thought, they could just be. No heroes, no leaders.

Just them.

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let's do some prompts!