#lexa why

[lexa-hippb]

where my laurette gang at

[hedawanheda]

help, i’m still at the restaurant

[rosapexa]

No one outside of Hansen's Barghest unit knew about them. And no one in this unit ever told anyone outside.

Lexa and Kurt hid their relationship the entire time, which of course meant they only could behave as a couple behind closed doors. Except in 2068, when Lexa was ordered to work with Kurt and his unit for a couple of months.

Which was also the time they fell for each other.

But it was not love at first sight or anything. They certainly did not like each other at first. And they definitely were not each other's type™.

Kurt Hansen knew Lexa Shaw was one the best and most dangerous Netrunners at Militech and she had combat training on top, which he could respect. But she was never in an actual combat or even outside of North America. So for him she was a nerd who only belonged into a cellar to do her shit, but not with him and his unit. Also on top he knew her father and because of that and her looks and how she behaved in a while he knew she was a spoiled corpo princess. And oh he let her know.

Lexa hated Kurt. She hated his attitude towards her, his character and basically everything. Maybe he was an exceptional soldier, but that only meant to her he had more muscles than braincells. And he was an asshole. Also something she would never admit was, that she was intimidated by the ruthlessness and straight cruelty Kurt and his Barghest showed. Lexa was while netrunning all these things herself, but for her at this point it was a difference between doing things in the net and doing and seeing things in person. So she did not want to be there at all. In the desert. With all this sand and dirt and heat and all these idiotic and cruel soldiers.

Actually that Lexa belonged in a nice cool and clean cellar to do her Netrunner things far away from Kurt, was the only thing they agreed on at first (which was at least something?).

But none of them had a choice and the more they spend time with each other, the more they liked each other...

Please note: These are my personal headcanons for my own Cyberpunk 2077 world. If you don't like it, just ignore it. But please don't be rude about it. Thank you!

I know i already posted a little lore photo story last week, but as usual i threw my original plans to share stuff about Lexa and Kurt out of the window. The thing from last week is still part of their canon story, but i decided i want to start even earlier with them. How they met first and fell in love.

Or maybe i will jump back and forth like in a really weird and confusing tv show. I think it might depend on what i feel i would like to make... So tbh it will be most likely jumping back and forth, because i couldn't do stuff in chronolical order, even if my life depended on it.

But let's treat this post as the "official" first post of this ship. Lexa's canon relationship from 2068 till 2075 (with breaks though), before Johnny and the events of the game were even a thing. And which will also make things even more complicated (and dramatic) with her beloved tapeworm in 2077.

[becasbelt]

star wars really said bury your gays in the year of our lord 2025

[neyantkomskaikru]

Did we ever get a full explanation for this scene? Like, did Lexa know the extenuating circumstances of Clarke taking the flame? Or did she assume that Clarke took over being leader and was just like “Yas, das muh gurl”? She’s so happy to see Clarke, and so proud of her too. Even if she doesn’t quite understand the full situation, she’s telling Clarke that she chose her. That even with all her beloved novitiates, that she chose Clarke (even though we know that’s not really how that works). Just fuck me three ways to Thursday because I can’t handle this anymore ����

JRat made the biggest mistake of his life by killing off Lexa. He deserves all the vitriol he gets thrown.

[atomicjellyb3an]

This Pride i’m remembering the first mainstream wlw couple i ever saw on my screen. Clexa was a monumental ship for many reasons (some good and some bad) but i think many people will have a similar experience to me with them

watched this during Covid and teenage me had a full on identity crisis

[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.

[lexa-griffins]

I'm staring respectfully at the curve of Alycia's hips and waist as she sits down on that chair ⌛

Everytime this woman is sitting down i just wanna *bite* 😳😳

*bite noises*

[butmakeitgayblog]

How was Sal's first week with his new mom after he was adopted

Awkward at first, because he was a scared and confused little guy 🥺

The people who had him took him from his mom too young just to dump him off, and then the shelter that rescued him wasn't really prepared to handle his disability or give him the full attention he needed. So he was already used to being more or less ignored even in puppyhood. He didn't really engage beyond just staring at her with those little doleful eyes, only wiggling his tail instead of happy wagging it, whined a lot from both pain and confusion at this stranger and what this new place was. He didn't know how to make his legs work right so he just kinda limped and tripped along as best he could. He just kind of... existed. Very much in survival mode.

That was day one.

Day two, bright and early first thing in the morning Lexa decided, ok I have to really get a handle on this. That's when she immediately got him into a vet and started physical therapy that same day. That's when she completely abandoned the idea of putting him in his puppy bed for the foreseeable future, and instead started scooping him up and carrying him around the house with her. That's when she started giving him shoulder rubs and stretches that felt great on his hips to help him get stronger. Started letting him lay in bed with her at night to sleep, snuggled him up on the couch next to her for pets while he snoozed and she read. It was all to get him used to being in her space and bonding with her. To solidify in his head, "Oooh this is my mom. She's in charge. She takes care of me. She is very friend shaped 🥰"

The rest is history

[reallygroovyninja]

The Prisoner Pickup

Lexa sat in her car, her fingers drumming a soft rhythm on the steering wheel. The massive gate loomed ahead, stark and imposing under the midday sun. The surrounding area was silent, the only sound the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze.  

Her eyes were fixed on the gate, watching intently for any sign of movement. It seemed lifeless, with no guards patrolling the perimeter and no vehicles coming or going. Lexa's heart raced, the weight of anticipation pressing heavily on her chest. 

Lexa adjusted her rearview mirror, scanning the empty road behind her. No one else seemed to be around except for her. She glanced at her watch, the minutes ticking by slowly, each second feeling like an eternity. 

Her thoughts drifted as she shifted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. She reached for a bottle of water in the cup holder, taking a sip to calm her nerves. The cool liquid did little to ease the knot in her stomach. She knew that at any moment, that gate might open. 

As the minutes dragged on, Lexa kept her vigil, her eyes never leaving the gate. She was prepared, ready to step out of the car at any moment.  

Lexa's phone rang, breaking the tense silence in the car. She glanced at the screen and saw Anya's name flashing. With a sigh, she picked up the call, pressing the phone to her ear. 

"Hey, Anya," Lexa greeted. 

"Hey yourself," Anya said, her voice questioning. "Where are you at?" 

Lexa hesitated for a moment, then answered, "I'm at the prison." 

"What the fuck are you doing at the prison?" Anya's voice was a combination of shock and concern. 

"I'm picking up a prisoner," Lexa replied calmly, her eyes still fixed on the gate. 

"A prisoner?" Anya voice rose. "What fucking prisoner?" 

"The one I agreed to pick up," Lexa said, her tone even. She could almost picture Anya's furrowed brow and wide eyes. 

"What the fuck are you talking about, Lexa?" Anya asked, disbelief lacing her words. 

Lexa took a deep breath. "I heard you could pick up a prisoner, and you know, being the first omega they've seen in a while..." 

"Wait, wait," Anya interrupted, her voice rising. "Are you serious right now? You're telling me you’re picking up some random prisoner just because you're the first omega they've seen in forever? What are you thinking? You're picking up a prisoner to get laid?" 

Before Lexa could respond, she noticed movement at the gate. People were walking out of a door, heading towards the exit. "Anya, I have to go," Lexa said quickly. "I'll call you back later." 

"Lexa, wait—" Anya started, but Lexa had already ended the call and placed her phone back in the cup holder. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on the group approaching the gate, ready to see this through. 

Lexa glanced down at the paper she held in her hand, the crisp white sheet stark against the dull interior of her car. The prisoner's name and description were clearly printed: Clarke Griffin, female alpha, blonde hair, blue eyes. The crime listed was embezzlement. She frowned slightly, wondering why the mugshot hadn't been available. It seemed odd, but she figured it wasn't her problem to worry about at this point. 

Her eyes flicked back to the gate, watching the small group as they drew closer. Lexa scanned each face, searching for the one that matched the description. She couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness that had settled in her stomach.  

Picking up a prisoner under such vague circumstances wasn't exactly ideal, but the potential payoff made it worth the risk. If she didn't like Clarke, she could always drop her off at her destination and head on her way. It wasn't like she had made any promises beyond the initial pick-up. 

The sun beat down, casting harsh shadows that made it hard to see clearly. Lexa squinted, trying to make out the details of the approaching figures. As the group reached the gate, one figure stood out. Average height, with a confident stance, tousled blonde hair catching the sunlight, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to take in everything. Lexa's heart skipped a beat. This had to be Clarke Griffin. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for whatever came next. 

She opened her car door and stepped out, the paper still clutched in her hand. As she walked towards the front of her car, she rehearsed what she would say, keeping her demeanor calm and confident. No matter what, she had to see this through. Maybe this crazy plan would actually work out, and she'd find herself with more than just a prisoner to drop off. 

Lexa watched as the gate slowly creaked open, a guard stepping aside to let Clarke Griffin walk out. Clarke's appearance was a stark contrast to the confident description Lexa had imagined. She wore a baggy pair of scrub bottoms and a plain t-shirt, the loose fabric hanging awkwardly on her frame. On her feet were those horrible Croc shoes, adding an almost comical touch to her otherwise serious demeanor. 

Lexa had been warned that most prisoners didn't have street clothes, so she had prepared by bringing along some sweatpants and a sweatshirt just in case. They rested neatly folded in her arms, a small gesture of consideration for Clarke’s comfort. 

As Clarke walked towards her, Lexa felt a strange tension in the air. Clarke’s piercing blue eyes seemed to be sizing her up, evaluating every detail with a calm, methodical gaze. Despite the unflattering attire, there was an undeniable strength in the way Clarke carried herself, a glimmer of the alpha presence Lexa had been expecting. 

When Clarke reached her, Lexa extended the bundle of clothes. "I brought you these," she said, her voice steady. "I figured you might need something more comfortable." 

Clarke glanced at the sweatpants and sweatshirt, then back at Lexa, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "Thanks," she said simply, taking the clothes. She shifted her weight, the Crocs making a faint squeaking sound on the pavement. 

Lexa couldn't help but smile slightly. "I didn't think about shoes," she admitted. "But if things go well, we can get you some proper ones," she thought to herself. 

Clarke nodded and then, without any hesitation, began to change right there. She stripped off the scrub bottoms and t-shirt, leaving them in a heap on the ground. Lexa's eyes widened, and she quickly averted her gaze, focusing intently on the horizon. 

Despite her best efforts, Lexa found it hard not to peek. She stole quick glances, her curiosity getting the better of her. Clarke's movements were efficient, almost practiced, as she pulled on the sweatpants and then the sweatshirt. 

"Ready," Clarke said, her voice breaking Lexa's internal struggle. Lexa turned back, finding Clarke now dressed in the sweats, looking a bit more comfortable. 

"Great," Lexa replied, trying to keep her voice even. She opened the car door for Clarke. "Let's get you settled." 

As Clarke climbed into the car, Lexa took a deep breath, steadying herself for whatever came next. Clarke's intense gaze had left a lasting impression. This encounter might have started under strange circumstances, but there was potential for something more. She started the engine, ready to see where this road would lead. 

Lexa pulled out of the prison parking lot, the silence between her and Clarke stretching as she navigated towards the highway. All they really knew about each other were their names, exchanged for the purpose of this pick-up. Lexa's mind raced, trying to think of something to say to break the ice. 

"Are you hungry?" Lexa finally asked, glancing over at Clarke. 

Clarke looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, "I could go for a juicy hamburger. But I only have a few dollars the prison gave me until I can get in touch with some people." 

Lexa nodded, her mind made up. "Don't worry about it. I can pay for it." 

Clarke turned to look at her, surprise evident in her blue eyes. "Really? Thanks." 

"Sure," Lexa replied, giving Clarke a reassuring smile. "I know a diner that makes some of the best burgers around." 

As they drove, the tension in the car began to ease slightly. Lexa focused on the road, her mind wandering to the diner she had in mind. It was a small, cozy place that she'd been to a few times. 

After a short drive, they reached the diner. Lexa pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine. "Here we are," she said, gesturing towards the quaint building. "Trust me, you won't be disappointed." 

Clarke gave her a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks, Lexa." 

They stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance. As they entered, the familiar aroma of meat and freshly baked buns greeted them. The diner was bustling with activity, the sound of clinking dishes and cheerful chatter filling the air. 

Lexa led Clarke to a booth near the window, and they both sat down. A waitress soon approached, her notepad ready. "What can I get you folks today?" 

Clarke didn't hesitate. "I'll have a cheeseburger with all the toppings, please. And a side of fries." 

Lexa ordered the same, and the waitress nodded, jotting down their order before hurrying off to the kitchen. 

As they waited for their food, Lexa looked across the table at Clarke. "So, what's the first thing you want to do once you get back on your feet?" 

Clarke shrugged, her expression thoughtful. "I guess just find some stability. Get a job, reconnect with some people I lost touch with. It's been a while since I felt... normal." 

Lexa nodded, understanding the sentiment. "Well, if you need any help, just let me know. I'm happy to assist however I can." 

Clarke gave her a grateful look. "Thanks, Lexa. That means a lot." 

Clarke turned to watch the cars go by on the highway, the fleeting vehicles reflecting the newfound freedom she was just beginning to taste. 

The food arrived, and Lexa couldn't help but watch as the waitress set down their plates. The burgers were massive, with juices already seeping into the buns, and the fries were perfectly golden. Clarke's eyes widened at the sight, a mix of anticipation and disbelief playing across her features. 

Clarke picked up her burger, the weight of it almost comical in her hands. Lexa could see her mouth watering as she brought the burger closer. The first bite seemed almost ceremonial. Clarke's teeth sank into the meat, and Lexa watched as her expression transformed. 

Clarke's eyes fluttered closed, and a soft, almost scandalized moan escaped her lips. The sheer delight on her face was undeniable. It was as if this simple burger was the best thing she had ever tasted, and perhaps, after years without real food, it truly was. 

Lexa found herself smiling, feeling a strange sense of contentment at Clarke's enjoyment. She couldn't look away as Clarke took another bite, her reactions no less enthusiastic. There was something deeply gratifying about seeing someone take such pleasure in something so simple. 

"This is amazing," Clarke said between bites, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I can't even remember the last time I had food this good." 

Lexa chuckled. "I'm glad you like it. This place is a bit of a hidden gem." 

Clarke nodded, her focus mostly on the burger in her hands. "You weren't kidding about these burgers." 

Lexa couldn't help but watch Clarke while she ate. Each movement was captivating, from the way Clarke squeezed ketchup onto her plate to the precise manner in which she dipped a fry and brought it to her mouth. Clarke's eyes closed in pure delight, and once again, a scandalous moan of pleasure escaped her lips. 

Each time Clarke moaned, Lexa felt a surge of fascination and longing that took her by surprise. She hadn't anticipated this reaction, but part of her had hoped for it. Watching Clarke savor every bite with such unrestrained joy stirred something deep within Lexa, making her pulse quicken and her mind race with possibilities. 

As Clarke continued to eat, seemingly oblivious to Lexa's gaze, Lexa's thoughts swirled. The simple act of sharing this meal had become something much more profound, and with each moan of pleasure from Clarke, Lexa felt her own desires intensify, creating a connection she hadn't expected but welcomed wholeheartedly. 

Lexa took a bite of her own burger, chewing thoughtfully, her eyes occasionally flicking to Clarke, who was clearly engrossed in her meal. As Lexa reached for a fry, she noticed Clarke’s gaze had drifted to the diner counter, where a display of pies sat enticingly under a glass dome. Clarke's eyes lingered on a particularly slice of apple pie. 

Without hesitation, Lexa caught the waitress's attention. "Excuse me," she called out with a warm smile, "could you bring us a slice of that apple pie, please?" 

Clarke’s head snapped back to Lexa, surprise evident in her eyes. "You don’t have to do that," she said, though her voice was soft, and the gratitude in her tone was unmistakable. 

Lexa waved off her concern. "I want to," she replied. "Consider it part of the welcome-back-to-the-real-world package." 

The waitress returned moments later with a generous slice of apple pie. She set it down in front of Clarke with a friendly smile. "Enjoy!" 

Clarke stared at the pie for a moment before looking up at Lexa. "Thank you," she said sincerely, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Lexa watched as Clarke took her first bite, the way her eyes widened in delight and another soft, scandalous moan of pleasure escaped her lips. It was worth every penny to see Clarke enjoy herself so thoroughly. Each reaction from Clarke stirred something deep within Lexa, intensifying the unexpected connection that was forming between them. 

Clarke finished her pie, savoring the last bite with a satisfied sigh. Lexa, having finished her burger and fries, took a sip of her soda, enjoying the silence between them. She was about to ask about the quality of the pie when Clarke's voice broke through her thoughts. 

"So," Clarke began, her tone laced with curiosity and a hint of something else. "What do you expect to get out of picking up a prisoner you don't know? Are you looking for something in particular?" 

The question hung in the air, and Lexa nearly choked on the sip of soda she was swallowing. She coughed slightly, managing to get it down with some force before setting the glass back on the table. She met Clarke's piercing blue eyes, the intensity behind them making her heart race. 

"Honestly," Lexa started, choosing her words carefully, "I’m not entirely sure what I expected. I guess... I was curious. I wanted to help." 

Clarke raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know," she continued, her voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone, "I've heard there are omegas who do this just to get fucked raw by a prisoner who hasn't seen an omega in years." 

Lexa's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a blush creep up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. She swallowed hard, the words taking a moment to sink in. 

Clarke's intense gaze didn't waver. "Ah, I see," she said slowly, a smirk forming on her lips. "So, you were hoping the same thing, huh?" 

Lexa's mind raced, her pulse quickening. For a moment, she hesitated, the weight of the truth pressing down on her. But then, in a bold move, she decided to be honest. "Maybe," she said, meeting Clarke's gaze head-on. "Maybe I was looking for that from a prisoner." 

Clarke's smirk widened, her eyes glinting with amusement and intrigue. "Well, that's interesting," she replied, her voice a mix of surprise and appreciation. "I didn't expect you to be so straightforward." 

Lexa felt her heart pound in her chest, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming. "I figured honesty was the best approach," she said, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her stomach. 

Clarke nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "Fair enough. It's not often you meet someone willing to be that upfront." 

Lexa smiled, feeling a bit of relief and exhilaration. "So, where does that leave us?" she asked, curious about Clarke's reaction. 

Clarke leaned back in her seat, her gaze never leaving Lexa's. "I guess that depends on where you want it to go," she said, her voice soft but filled with promise. 

Lexa took a deep breath, feeling a sense of anticipation. "Let's see where this takes us," she replied, her tone matching Clarke's. "No expectations, just... possibilities." 

Clarke raised her glass of water in a small toast. "To possibilities, then." 

Lexa clinked her glass against Clarke's, the sound ringing out like a promise. As they both took a sip, Lexa couldn't shake the feeling that this might be the start of something significant, something she was more than willing to explore. 

Lexa raised her hand to catch the waitress's attention and called out, "Can we get the check, please?" 

Lexa quickly settled the bill, leaving a generous tip for the waitress. As she and Clarke made their way to the car, the tension between them was almost palpable. The moment they were both inside, Clarke leaned over and captured Lexa’s lips in a fervent kiss. Lexa responded eagerly, her hands threading through Clarke’s blonde hair as the kiss deepened, their breaths mingling and hearts racing. 

After a few intense moments, Lexa reluctantly pulled away, her voice breathless. "I know a hotel up the road," she said, her eyes locked onto Clarke's. 

"Let's go," Clarke replied, her voice husky with desire. 

Lexa started the engine and pulled out of the diner's parking lot, heading towards the highway. As they drove, Clarke's hand began to rub Lexa's leg, sending shivers up her spine. Lexa bit her lip, trying to stay focused on the road, but it became increasingly difficult as Clarke leaned over and began kissing her neck. 

The sensation of Clarke's lips on her skin almost caused Lexa to lose control of the car. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to keep her mind clear. "Clarke," she gasped, "I need to focus if we're going to get there in one piece." 

Clarke chuckled softly, her breath warm against Lexa's ear. "You're right. I'll try to behave," she said, though her hand continued to caress Lexa's thigh in a way that made it hard for her to concentrate. 

Lexa's heart pounded as she navigated the twists and turns of the road, the anticipation of what awaited them at the hotel fueling her adrenaline. She stole a glance at Clarke, who was watching her with a smoldering intensity that made her pulse race even faster. 

Finally, the hotel came into view, and Lexa breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled into the parking lot. She parked the car and turned off the engine, turning to face Clarke with a hint of excitement and nervousness. "We're here," she said softly. 

Clarke leaned in, brushing her lips against Lexa's in a teasing kiss. "Let's not waste any time, then," she murmured. 

They both hurried out of the car and into the hotel, the promise of what was to come hastening their steps. 

Lexa and Clarke hurried through the hotel lobby, the tension between them electric. Lexa secured a room quickly, and they made their way to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, Clarke pressed Lexa against the wall, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. Lexa responded eagerly, her hands roaming over Clarke's back, pulling her closer. 

The elevator began its ascent to the fourth floor, but neither of them paid any attention. Clarke's hands found their way under Lexa's shirt, her touch sending shivers down Lexa's spine. Lexa moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Clarke's blonde hair as their kisses grew more intense. 

Clarke's lips trailed down Lexa's neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Lexa's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. The elevator seemed to be moving agonizingly slow, each second feeling like an eternity. 

When the elevator dinged to announce their arrival on the fourth floor, they reluctantly pulled apart, both breathing heavily. Clarke's eyes were dark with desire, matching the intensity Lexa felt coursing through her veins. They stumbled out of the elevator, barely managing to keep their hands off each other as they made their way down the hallway to their room. 

Lexa fumbled with the key card, finally managing to unlock the door. As soon as it swung open, they tumbled inside, the door closing behind them with a decisive click.  

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Clarke wasted no time. She pinned Lexa against the door, her lips crashing onto Lexa's with a passion that left them both breathless. Clarke's hands roamed freely, exploring the curves of Lexa's body with a hunger that had been building since they left the diner. 

Lexa gasped into the kiss, her hands gripping Clarke's shoulders for support as Clarke's fingers trailed down her sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Clarke's lips moved from Lexa's mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling, making Lexa moan softly. The sound seemed to spur Clarke on, her touch growing bolder, her hands slipping under Lexa's shirt to caress the warm skin beneath. 

Clarke's fingers traced the outline of Lexa's bra, teasingly skimming over the fabric. Lexa's breath hitched, her head tilting back against the door as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her. Clarke's hands moved to Lexa's hips, gripping them firmly as she pressed her body closer, their heat mingling in the confined space. 

"God, Clarke," Lexa breathed, her voice trembling with need. "I can't get enough of you." 

Clarke pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Lexa's eyes. "Then don't," she whispered, her lips brushing against Lexa's as she spoke. "I want to fuck you, Lexa. Give you what you picked me up for." 

With that, Clarke captured Lexa's lips again, the kiss even more intense, more demanding. Lexa responded eagerly, her hands finding their way into Clarke's hair, pulling her closer. Clarke's hands continued their exploration, every touch driving Lexa wild with anticipation. 

As Clarke pressed against her, Lexa's breath caught in her throat. She could feel Clarke's hardness through the sweatpants, the unexpected sensation sending a jolt of arousal through her. Clarke's erection felt substantial, even through their clothes, and Lexa couldn't help but briefly wonder just how large Clarke was. 

The thought made her pulse quicken, her curiosity mingling with desire. Clarke's fingers, already tracing the outline of Lexa's bra, now slipped beneath the fabric, caressing her skin with a tantalizing touch. Their kisses grew more passionate and intense, the urgency between them palpable. 

Clarke seemed to sense Lexa's reaction, her lips curving into a knowing smile against Lexa's neck. "Like what you feel?" Clarke murmured, her voice husky with desire. 

Lexa nodded, her hands exploring Clarke's back, pulling her closer. "I do," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I want to feel it all." 

Clarke's response was immediate. She pressed her body more firmly against Lexa's, her hips grinding slightly, making Lexa gasp. The friction sent waves of pleasure through her, and she couldn't hold back a soft moan. 

"Then let's not waste any more time," Clarke said, her voice filled with promise. 

Clarke's hands moved with confident precision, unclasping Lexa's bra and freeing her breasts. Lexa's thoughts swirled, her anticipation building as Clarke's touch sent electric shivers across her skin. The combination of Clarke's arousal pressing against her and the skilled caresses on her breasts drove Lexa wild, her curiosity about Clarke's size only adding to the excitement. 

"Lexa," Clarke whispered, her voice a low growl. "I want to see all of you." 

Lexa's heart raced, her body aching with desire as she nodded, ready for this passionate encounter to move further along. 

Clarke's hands slid from Lexa's breasts to her waist, guiding her away from the door and towards the bed. The urgency in Clarke's movements was balanced by a surprising tenderness, and Lexa felt herself being gently maneuvered backward. 

Clarke paused just long enough to strip the comforter and sheet off the bed, tossing them aside with swift, efficient motions. Then, she turned her attention back to Lexa, her eyes dark with desire yet filled with a softness that took Lexa by surprise. 

With a delicate touch, Clarke began to undress Lexa, her fingers working with a practiced ease. She slowly lifted Lexa's shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor before moving to unbutton her jeans. All the while, Clarke's lips never strayed far from Lexa's skin, kissing a trail down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still. 

Lexa's breath hitched as Clarke's lips brushed over the sensitive skin of her stomach. Clarke knelt, easing Lexa's jeans down her legs, and then kissed her way back up, stopping briefly to nuzzle the soft skin just above Lexa's underwear. Lexa's hands found their way into Clarke's hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as she tried to steady herself against the overwhelming sensations. 

Clarke's hands and lips were everywhere, caressing, teasing, and tasting. Each touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through Lexa's body. Clarke's lips trailed lower, over her hips, and down her thighs, before slowly, almost reverently, removing Lexa's underwear. 

"You're beautiful," Clarke murmured, her voice filled with admiration as she looked up at Lexa. The words sent a rush of warmth spreading through her. 

With gentle yet insistent hands, Clarke guided Lexa onto the bed, laying her down with care. Clarke's lips continued their journey, kissing a slow, deliberate trail back up Lexa's body, leaving no inch of skin untouched. 

Lexa's breathing grew ragged, her anticipation building with every kiss. Clarke's tenderness, combined with the raw desire in her eyes, left Lexa feeling cherished and utterly desired. The connection between them was electric, a charged energy that made every touch, every kiss, feel like a promise of something extraordinary. 

Clarke moved with a fluid grace, settling herself over Lexa, her body a comforting weight. She looked down at Lexa, their eyes locking in an intense, silent exchange that spoke volumes. Then, with a soft smile, Clarke leaned in and captured Lexa’s lips once more. 

These kisses were different from before, not as hurried or heated, but a beautiful mix of tenderness and desire. Clarke's lips moved slowly against Lexa's, savoring the connection with a delicate intensity that made Lexa's heart flutter. Each kiss was a gentle exploration, a reaffirmation of the burgeoning connection between them. 

Clarke's hands cupped Lexa's face, her thumbs brushing lightly over her cheeks. The kisses deepened, but retained that same tender quality, each one a sweet promise. Lexa's hands roamed over Clarke's back, feeling the strength of her muscles and the warmth of her skin, her fingers tracing patterns that seemed to draw them even closer together. 

As Clarke continued to kiss her, Lexa felt a profound sense of being cherished. Clarke's lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then down to the sensitive spot just below her ear, each touch sending shivers through her body. Lexa closed her eyes, surrendering to the exquisite blend of emotions and sensations washing over her. 

Clarke pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against Lexa's, her breath warm against Lexa's lips. "I want you to feel every moment of this," Clarke whispered, her voice filled with emotion. 

Lexa opened her eyes, meeting Clarke's gaze. "I do," she replied softly, her voice trembling. "I feel it all." 

Clarke's smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss Lexa again, slow and tender, each kiss an affirmation of the connection growing between them.  

Clarke shifted her body, moving slowly and deliberately between Lexa's legs. Lexa's breath hitched in anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest. Clarke's touch was gentle but firm, guiding Lexa's legs apart as she settled herself more comfortably. 

Their eyes locked for a moment, an understanding passing between them. Clarke's lips curved into a soft smile before she began her descent, trailing kisses down Lexa's neck, over her collarbone, and across her chest. Each kiss left a trail of fire in its wake, igniting Lexa's senses. 

Clarke's hands roamed over Lexa's body, caressing her sides and thighs with a reverence that made Lexa feel cherished. As Clarke kissed her way down, her lips brushed over Lexa's stomach, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through the omega. Lexa's fingers tangled in Clarke's hair, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the anticipation built. 

Finally, Clarke reached her destination, her head settling between Lexa's thighs. Clarke took a moment, her breath warm against Lexa's most sensitive skin. Lexa felt a surge of arousal, her body trembling with the need for Clarke's touch. 

Clarke's hands gently parted Lexa's thighs further, her lips placing soft, teasing kisses along the inner edges. Lexa's back arched slightly, her hands tightening their grip in Clarke's hair, urging her closer. 

With a look of pure desire, Clarke met Lexa's eyes one last time before lowering her head and pressing a kiss to Lexa's clit. The sensation was electric, a shockwave of pleasure that made Lexa cry out softly. Clarke's tongue followed, moving with deliberate, languid strokes that sent Lexa spiraling into a world of bliss. 

Lexa's hips bucked instinctively, her body responding to Clarke's skillful touch. Clarke's hands held her steady, providing a grounding presence as she continued to explore and worship Lexa's folds. The mixture of tenderness and desire in Clarke's movements left Lexa breathless, her moans filling the room as she surrendered completely to the pleasure Clarke was giving her. 

Lexa could feel every stroke of Clarke's tongue, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. It felt so good, so intensely perfect, that she could barely think, her mind lost in the sensations Clarke was creating. Clarke's tongue moved with a rhythm that seemed to sync with Lexa's heartbeat, each flick and swirl drawing her closer and closer to the edge. 

Lexa's breath came in ragged gasps, her hands gripping Clarke's hair as her hips moved in time with Clarke's tongue. The world around her seemed to fade away, leaving only the connection between them, the building tension that coiled tighter and tighter in her core. 

Clarke's hands caressed Lexa's thighs, grounding her, anchoring her to the moment. Lexa's eyes fluttered closed, her entire being focused on the exquisite pleasure that Clarke was giving her. She felt herself spiraling, the intensity of the sensations pulling her higher and higher until she was right on the brink, teetering at the precipice of ecstasy. 

Just when Lexa thought she couldn't hold on any longer, she heard Clarke's voice, low and commanding, yet filled with a tender urgency. "Let go, Lexa." 

The words were all Lexa needed. With a final, breathless cry, she let go, her body surrendering to the peak of pleasure. The release was overwhelming, a powerful wave that crashed over her, sending ripples of ecstasy through every fiber of her being. Clarke's tongue never stopped, drawing out Lexa's orgasm, making it last, intensifying every moment of bliss. 

Lexa's body trembled, her back arching as she rode out the waves of her climax. Clarke's hands and mouth guided her through it, grounding her even as she soared. When the waves finally began to subside, Lexa collapsed back onto the bed, breathless and utterly spent. 

Clarke moved back up, kissing her way up Lexa's body until she reached her lips. Lexa kissed her back with what little strength she had left, her heart still pounding, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her release. 

"That was incredible," Lexa whispered, her voice filled with awe. 

Clarke smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from Lexa's face. "You were incredible," she replied softly, her eyes filled with affection. "I’m glad I could give you that." 

Lexa pulled Clarke down for another kiss, feeling a deep connection that went beyond the physical. It was a moment of pure intimacy, one that she knew she would cherish for a long time to come. 

Lexa lay there for a moment, catching her breath and savoring the afterglow. Then, with a playful look in her eyes, she gathered her strength and, with a quick and unexpected move, flipped Clarke over onto her back. Clarke let out a surprised laugh, her eyes widening as Lexa took control. 

Lexa wasted no time. She straddled Clarke, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Clarke responded eagerly, her hands roaming over Lexa's back. The kiss was heated, a blend of passion and desire that left them both breathless. 

Breaking the kiss, Lexa began her journey down Clarke's body, her lips trailing a path of fire. She kissed Clarke's neck, savoring the soft gasps that escaped Clarke's lips. Lexa gripped the hem of Clarke's shirt and, with a swift motion, pulled it off over her head. Her kisses moved lower, across Clarke's collarbone and down to her chest. Lexa's hands followed, caressing and teasing, drawing soft moans from Clarke as she continued her descent. 

Lexa's lips found Clarke's breasts, her tongue swirling around each nipple, eliciting a shiver from Clarke. She lavished attention there for a moment, enjoying the way Clarke's body responded to her touch. But Lexa had a destination in mind, and she was eager to reach it. 

She continued her journey, her kisses trailing down Clarke's stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath her lips. Clarke's breath hitched, her anticipation growing with each passing second. Lexa glanced up, meeting Clarke's gaze, her eyes filled with hunger. 

Finally, Lexa reached her prize. Clarke's arousal was evident, straining against the fabric of her sweatpants. Lexa's breath hitched at the sight. With deliberate movements, she hooked her fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled the sweatpants down, revealing Clarke's impressive erection. 

Lexa's eyes widened slightly, her earlier curiosity about Clarke's size now answered. She looked up at Clarke, whose expression was a filled with desire and vulnerability. Lexa leaned in, her breath warm against Clarke's hardened length, and placed a gentle kiss on the tip, drawing a sharp gasp from Clarke. 

"You're beautiful," Lexa whispered. 

Clarke's hands found their way into Lexa's hair, guiding her gently. "So are you," Clarke replied, her voice trembling with need. 

Lexa didn't hesitate. She began to kiss and lick along Clarke's length, savoring every reaction, every sound Clarke made. Clarke's hips bucked slightly, her body responding eagerly to Lexa's touch. Lexa's hands caressed Clarke's thighs, grounding her as she continued her actions. 

Clarke's breathing grew ragged, her moans filling the room. Lexa could feel Clarke's body tensing, the telltale signs of her approaching climax. Lexa's own arousal spiked at the thought, her determination to bring Clarke to the same heights of pleasure she had experienced fueling her movements. 

Just as Clarke seemed on the verge of release, Lexa stopped. She shifted, positioning herself over Clarke's length, her eyes locked onto Clarke's as she slowly lowered herself, taking Clarke inside her inch by inch. The sensation was exquisite, sending a shudder through both of them. 

Clarke's hands gripped Lexa's hips, as Lexa began to ride her, moving slowly at first, savoring every moment, every sensation. The feeling of Clarke filling her completely was intoxicating, and Lexa moaned softly, her movements becoming more fluid, more urgent. 

Clarke's control snapped. With a sudden, powerful move, she flipped them over, pinning Lexa beneath her. Clarke began to thrust hard, each movement driving deeper, pushing Lexa closer to the edge. 

Lexa's nails raked down Clarke's back, her moans growing louder with each powerful thrust. Clarke's pace was relentless, her rhythm perfect, driving Lexa higher and higher until she was teetering on the brink of ecstasy. 

"Clarke," Lexa gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I'm so close again." 

"Let go," Clarke growled, her voice husky. "Let me make you come." 

With a final, powerful thrust, Lexa's body shattered, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her breathless. Clarke continued to thrust, drawing out Lexa's pleasure, her own release following moments later as she spilled into Lexa, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. 

They collapsed together, breathless and spent, their bodies entwined. Clarke brushed a strand of hair from Lexa's face, her eyes softening. "You're amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. 

Lexa smiled. "So are you," she replied softly, her hand cupping Clarke's cheek. "That was... incredible." 

They lay together, bodies still humming with residual pleasure. Clarke's fingers traced lazy patterns on Lexa's skin, as they both caught their breath. 

It wasn't long before their desire flared up again. Clarke's lips found Lexa's neck, her kisses igniting a new wave of arousal. Lexa responded eagerly, her hands exploring Clarke's body with renewed fervor. Their kisses deepened, and soon they were lost in each other once more, bodies entwined and moving in a dance of want. 

Each climax leaving them both trembling and breathless, only to be followed by another wave of desire. They barely paused to catch their breath before diving back into each other's arms, the cycle repeating again and again. 

At times, it was slow and tender, Clarke's hands gentle and caressing, Lexa's lips whispering against Clarke's ear. At other moments, it was frenzied and urgent, their bodies moving with a desperate need to feel as much of each other as possible.  

The hotel room seemed like a cocoon, the outside world fading into insignificance as they focused solely on the pleasure they gave each other. Hours passed, the boundaries between them dissolving as they gave themselves over completely to their passion.  

As dawn began to break, their movements slowed, exhaustion finally catching up with them. Their final time was a slow, languid dance, a celebration of the bond they had forged through the night. Clarke's body pressed against Lexa's, their breaths mingling as they moved together one last time. 

When they finally collapsed, too spent to continue, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts still pounding. Lexa nestled against Clarke's chest, feeling the steady thrum of Clarke's heartbeat beneath her cheek. Clarke's arms wrapped around her, holding her close. 

"You're unbelievable," Lexa murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. 

Clarke pressed a soft kiss to Lexa's forehead. "So are you," she replied, her voice a gentle caress. 

They drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, the promise of a new day and the deep connection they had forged carrying them into a peaceful slumber. 

Lexa and Clarke woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Their bodies were intertwined, a tangle of limbs and shared warmth. For a moment, they simply lay there, savoring the intimacy of the morning, but the reality of the day ahead soon intruded. 

With a sigh, Lexa pressed a gentle kiss to Clarke’s lips. "We should get up," she murmured. 

Clarke nodded, her heart heavy with the knowledge of what was coming next. They reluctantly untangled themselves and made their way to the bathroom, sharing a quiet, intimate shower. The water cascaded over their bodies, washing away the remnants of their night together, but not the connection they had forged. 

Once they were dressed, they stripped the bed and left the room. The walk to the car was silent, each step a reminder of the inevitable separation looming ahead. Lexa started the engine, and Clarke directed her to their destination with a heavy heart. 

As Lexa drove, Clarke stared out the window, wishing this moment could last forever. She knew where they were going and wished it wasn’t the case. The halfway house loomed large in her mind, a stark reminder of the world she would soon reenter. 

After about twenty minutes, Lexa pulled up in front of a nondescript building. The sign above the door confirmed it: the halfway house Clarke had to check into. They sat in the car for a few minutes, the silence almost stifling. 

Clarke's thoughts raced, wondering what Lexa was thinking. Was this all she was to Lexa? An easy fuck for a horny omega? Clarke’s heart ached at the thought. 

Finally, Clarke found her voice, though it trembled slightly. "Lexa," she began, her eyes fixed on the omega, "will I ever see you again?" 

Lexa turned away, looking out the windshield, and Clarke's heart sank. She knew that look—the distant, unsure look of someone who might not be ready for more. But then Lexa turned back to Clarke, her eyes steady and sincere. 

"I'd like to," Lexa said softly. "I'd like to see if we can maybe build something together." 

Clarke's heart lifted, relief flooding through her. She nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'd like that too." 

They lingered in the car for a moment longer, before finally stepping out. Clarke took a deep breath and walked towards the building, feeling a renewed sense of hope. Lexa watched her go, her heart heavy yet determined. She knew this was just the beginning of their journey together. 

[milfbrainrot]

yj complaining

i'm getting so tired of the theories that yj derailing is Actually because it's a Commentary on the Audience, about how real life doesn't work out poetically but We as the Depraved Audience want fucked up deaths that satisfy, We as the Dumbass Audience want to find meaning just like the girls do even when there is none, that We as the Audience of seemingly mostly people who experience misogyny first-hand and want to see a cathartic commentary on it are just... getting off to female pain?!

like. 1) yeah i got into the feral teen girl cannibalism show because i wanted feral teen girls. i think everyone did. why does that have to say anything about me beyond... that i wanted an interesting story that has to be explored in fiction because it's not what i want to happen irl?

and 2) i think the writers just don't know what they're doing in either case. why make a show that is specifically unsatisfying across the board intentionally without anything to really balance that out? or do they just not know how to make it satisfying? i lean toward the latter lol, especially because even if there is a case for this idea to pan out... it doesn't feel like it was planned from the start.

"WE as the AUDIENCE are It, the It that hungers for spilled blood!" sure, but also i got into this show because the girls were supposed to be the ones hungering for spilled blood lol. both me AND the girls can want carnage. that's actually what was supposed to happen - teen girls unraveling without the restrictions of society, teen girls being just as awful as teen boys if not worse, teen girls losing their connection to humanity as they become one with the nature coiling around them in a way that makes you wonder if their descent is ACTUALLY a transition into what core humanity is supposed to be.

so... while i do like the twist that not all of them actually wanted the more recent hunting and feasting, that some of them are more attached to their humanity and various factions are plotting various forms of violence for better or for worse, that now that we actually KNOW the characters we can recognize them as people more than silent cloaked figures whose story we could only make as many unfair assumptions about as the in-universe public... i'm not sure it's being executed very well.

IF the actual takeaway is that We The Audience were just silly depraved monsters for WANTING the girls spiraling into unleashing the rage wound up in them from modern society, for WANTING the premise that they could be just as bad if not worse than the lord of the flies boys... then why was that the premise? it feels cheap to go "oooooh you wanted a show about carnage after being promised a show about carnage? Ha Ha, your disappointment in us not delivering actually says something about YOU and YOUR capacity for violence and YOUR cannibalism of people's trauma!" and that feels inappropriate as well as cheap, and really not as big of a gotcha as people think because these characters are NOT REAL. this isn't a sensationalized tv show about a real life serial killer bending to the will of whatever is most interesting, and while it was loosely based on the andes crash it is hardly comparable at this point.

i do think there is more time for the girls to have a more unified decline, or that the more feral faction will grow. i think there are also a lot of instances of violence and "selfish" tendencies, even if they aren't the ones we expected - passively "allowing" violence, rigging the card draw, etc. i also do think that at this point in the story--largely BECAUSE they got snapped back into themselves with the promise of near-rescue--they do need to be broken down more collectively to reach that point as a group. maybe we'll get that in season 4! or maybe the writers just didn't properly utilize the time between last winter and this one enough to get us there on time and this was what happened instead. so many more people need to die in such a short span of time, i'm not really sure what they're thinking.

ANYWAY. the show could bring in that angle, sure. but it also needs to have contained substance imo first. there are media where the whole point is commentary on entertainment, like the truman show. but that has always been a teensy tiny background blip in yj - we see the "what really happened out there?" true crime girlie fascination from people, we see tabloids and books theorizing, but it was always... less about that and more about their actual trauma carrying over into adulthood and how it impacts them. especially now, there really isn't much outside speculation, even after huge scandals like nat's death with the survivors present or taissa's political crash. now would be the perfect time to ground that element more. like. i got into a show about teens crashing in the wilderness and eating each other to survive, and while i SEE the point of an angle about how the in-universe treatment of the situation can reflect on similar in our own universe, i don't think our expectations of a narratively satisfying story can have that same conclusion extracted from it. there is a difference between kinda punishing the audience for engaging with fiction as fiction, versus giving a commentary on how people sensationalize true crime.

basically the "oOoOoO the show is ACTUALLY about how WE crave violence and theatrics at the expense of other people!" thing feels like a slap in the face lmfao. i unfortunately think that theory has merit after some stuff in season 3, so i don't blame the way some people are clinging to it, but if this was what the writers were intending (especially if you do take the citizen detective boards as a stand-in for the reddit forums the writers apparently spend too much time in) that doesn't sit right with me with what we currently have. that said, i also do think it's funny that people are more willing to believe that unsatisfying writing is a Grand Plan and not just... bad writing. this is especially weird to me as someone who didn't like season 2 and got a lot of shit for it, and i'm guessing a lot of people trying to "justify" their own declining love for the show with this theory are some of the same people who were pretty vile at our valid criticisms in s2. like... you can dislike the show, it's okay lol. even the people who work on it hate it, in case you haven't noticed.

melanie said it best:

"I think people have an idea that they’ve mapped out the entire series arc for me, and they very much haven’t. Season 1, I got told in great detail what was going to happen. That was kind of all I needed to hear at that point. I was like, 'OK, they really have a plan.' Then they said, 'Season 2 is gonna focus on this. Season 3, we think this is going to happen.' It was very vague for the rest of it. I just needed to know that they actually had a plan, not just, like, a cool pilot. So I don’t know where the story is going. I have no idea. After this season, I have less of an idea."

[lexa-hippb]

The internet was out so yk

[100yearsofclexa]

I've been loving your Wednesday training AU so much, the last shot was so so good, i had so many feeling!!!

The writting was unbelievable good, i really loved it so much! Thank you for sharing 💖💖

Hey, buddy, thanks A LOT for the kind comment 🩷🩷🩷🩷 it means a lot to me your compliment, especially because of the fact that English is my second language, and most of the times I have to double my efforts to sound natural instead of artificial, and also give you guys something near of what I can imagine in my mind's eye.

Wednesday training turned out as a big surprise even for me - I didn't expect I would have this much of a good reception. All of the drafts, silly drabbles and thoughts, all of it is a response to you all lovely interaction. 💟💟💟 It gives me energy and joy to spend more and more time constructing this beautiful universe. Thank you, thank you 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[rosapexa]

Part time model Lexa 😉

El Capitan Tank and Alt Boots by Breezypunk and Anrui Murasaki 💛

[middosmess]

Bestied so hard she can point certain death at you.

[puthyflapps]

“I’ll always be with you”