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Ten years of Clexa kisses:

I’ll Be Right Behind You (CH 11)

Aug 30 2015

They walked in silence up to their cars, walking up to Lexa’s first. She took out her keys and unlocked it when Clarke unexpectedly stepped in closer, causing Lexa to push up against the side of the car unsure of what was happening but finding the need to put some distance between herself and Clarke.

The blonde remained silent to a second, her eyes flicking between Lexa’s eyes and lips. “I so want to kiss you right now.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “What’s stopping you?” If it was anyone else, anyone other than Clarke, it would’ve sounded like a challenge but with her…Lexa was surprised she could get the words out without stuttering.

Clarke almost laughed, looking down at their still-conjoined hands. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just too stubborn to give my friends the satisfaction of doing that.”

Lexa didn’t know what came over her when she let go of the blonde’s hand, bringing it up to her face. “I’m not.” She brought her face closer to Clarke’s, who didn’t move away – she had half expected her to. Their lips met, Clarke’s were soft and gentle, a hint of the taste of Coke still lingered. The blonde closed her eyes as Lexa’s lips touched hers. She didn’t know what she expected but this was so much better. Lexa’s eyes fluttered shut as Clarke kissed back and brought her arms up, snaking them behind Lexa’s neck before moving them up to the back of head, her fingers running through the brunette’s hair. Clarke opened her mouth and Lexa took the opportunity to slide her tongue inside the blonde mouth. She tilted her head, trying to get a better angle, her nose sliding against the Clarke’s.

“We can’t.” Clarke stepped away abruptly, biting her lower lip.

Lexa gasped for air, once again unsure of what had just happened. She was still too dazed by the kiss to say anything when Clarke started to walk away. “Wait,” She finally called out, taking off behind her. “Clarke, wait.”

The blonde didn’t, pretending to not have heard Lexa, she kept walking till she reached her car, unlocking the door. The brunette tried again, “Will you stop for a second?”

She turned around, “What?”

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“We can’t.” She shook her head, opening her door, “I can’t, Lexa.” With that she got in her car and drove off, leaving Lexa standing alone in the parking lot, still dazed from their kiss and questioning what she’d done. She remained rooted to her spot for a few seconds, with the voices inside her head yelling at her before she regained her ability to walk back to her car.

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Ten years of first kisses:

Is Clarke Griffin hesitating to go talk to a girl? (CH 1)

Oct 26 2015

Clarke only nodded, beginning to walk away. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Is she serious?” Clarke could hear Octavia ask Raven as she walked away with Lexa.

“Are your friends okay with this?” Lexa asked as they stepped out of the bar.

“They’re mostly surprised.” She told her as they continued walking. “I usually like to get to know someone for at least an hour before leaving with them.”

“Hmm,” Lexa nodded.

“Where are we going?” Clarke asked.

“My apartment’s a block down.” They were only a few feet away from the bar when Lexa stopped.

“Wha-?” Before Clarke could finish, Lexa brought her hands up to her face, leaning in to kiss her. Clarke kissed back the moment her mind caught up to what was happening. Her eyes fluttered shut and her arms moved up the brunette’s back until her fingers could tangle in her hair. Clarke hummed into the kiss as Lexa bit her bottom lip, her hands having moved down to rest on her waist.

“I was wondering when you’d do that.” Clarke muttered when they finally pulled apart for air, they’re faces still close enough for their noses to be touching.

“Want to stop till we get to my place?” Lexa brought her face away, biting her lip.

“Not really, but we I think we should.”

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Do you think the universe fights for two souls to be together? (CH 13)

Nov 17 2015 - Jan 28 2018

Clarke took a couple of wide strides to catch up to her before grabbing her arm, “We need to talk.” Lexa didn’t say anything but the two of them walked a few more steps before Clarke pulled them into an empty classroom.

“We are not supposed to be here.” Was the first thing Lexa said after Clarke closed the door behind them.

“Screw that.” Clarke muttered as she dropped her bag on the floor, turning around to face Lexa who had walked up to one of the desks on the front row and was leaning against the table. “What the hell Lexa?”

Lexa didn’t reply, only looked at her questioningly, pretending to not know what she was talking about.

Clarke rolled her eyes before pulling up the sleeve of her shirt and showing the tattoo to Lexa. “You knew.”

“Clarke I–” She tried to find something to say to explain but Clarke cut her off.

“You knew and you didn’t tell me.” She lowered her voice, sounding more hurt than anything.

Lexa’s face changed as her shoulders slumped at Clarke’s voice and hurt expression.

“Why?” Lexa didn’t reply. “I get not saying anything right after we met because we were practically strangers but we became really good friends over the year” Clarke paused, “…or at least I think we did.”

“We did.” Lexa responded, her voice small and quiet.

“Then how could you keep something like this from me?” Clarke asked again, managing to keep her voice from rising but the anger still apparent.

“I’m sorry.” Lexa tried.

“It’s been a crazy year for me Lex, and you’ve been there whenever I needed you.” Clarke sat down on the table she was leaning against. “And I didn’t think it would happen but…I ended up falling in love with my best friend.” She was looking down at the floor, not wanting to see the way Lexa was probably staring at her.

“You…what?” The words spilled out before she could stop them, her voice almost inaudible.

“And maybe she didn’t.” Clarke looked up at her, her eyes teary but her voice more composed this time.

“What?” She muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

“The only reason I can see why you wouldn’t tell me is because you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I did.” Lexa answered. “I do.”

“Then why not tell me? A month before summer, I practically told you how I felt. And the only reason I didn’t say it directly was because I thought your tattoo was someone else’s name.”

Lexa only sighed, not saying anything.

“And if you say it was because of Nat-”

“But it was.” Lexa cut her off, enable to keep her voice from rising this time as she found herself standing up. “I saw how happy he made you.”

“That doesn’t excuse you from keeping something like that from me.” Clarke’s voice was rising, it was very much understandable that she was angry. If anything it was impressive that she hadn’t been yelling at Lexa from the start.

“Well, I knew I never could.” Lexa almost yelled but was cut short when the door flew open and a teacher walked in.

“What is going on here?” He asked and Lexa watched as Clarke stepped closer to him and she walked to the back of the classroom. Clarke was talking to whoever that was but Lexa was too far away to hear anything.

About a minute later, she heard him speak and Lexa turned around to look at them. “I will be back in a few minutes and I better not find you two here when I do.” Clarke nodded and he walked out.

Lexa looked at her, impressed and surprised at the same time, “What did you say to him?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Clarke dismissed it, waiting for Lexa to walk back to the front but she didn’t, instead Lexa sat down on one of the tables at the back. “What did you mean you never could?” She asked, walking up to her.

“I meant what I said.” Lexa responded as Clarke stood in front of her. “I can’t make you happy; definitely not now and I don’t see it happening in the future.” She looked away from Clarke, clenching her jaws as she stood up. “I can’t do this right now, I need some air.” Confrontations were definitely one of Lexa’s least favorite things and she was kind of losing her head right now. She tried to walk away but Clarke trailed behind her.

“Why would you say that?” She asked.

Lexa stopped after reaching the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom and turned around to look at Clarke, leaning against it because she knew Clarke wouldn’t let her leave. “Have you met me?” She did her best to hide the crack in her voice with a smile but Clarke saw right through it. “I’m a mess of a person Clarke…I’m broken and messed up and all the wrong things.” She paused, not really wanting to but needing a moment to gather herself as Clarke walked up to her again. “And you…you’re amazing.” Lexa smiled, looking up at Clarke who was standing not even a couple of inches away. “You’re sweet and smart and caring; not to mention incredibly beautiful.”

Clarke gave her a small smile, “You’re so much more than that.” She told her. “And I mean, you’re a way better person than I am.” Clarke said lightly, still smiling. Lexa scoffed, looking past her as she continued. “And what if you’re a little broken? That doesn’t mean anything; it doesn’t make you any less of a person. It doesn’t mean you’re unlovable.”

“Why do I feel like I am?” Lexa asked hesitantly, clenching her jaws.

“Then I wouldn’t be standing here.” She told her gently.

Lexa went silent for a moment before asking slowly, “What if I’m incapable of loving back?”

“Are you?”

“God, I hope not,” Lexa almost whispered as she brought her hand up to Clarke’s cheek and tilted her head up to kiss her. Their lips met and Clarke instantly kissed back, she’s not sure what she had imagined Lexa to be like but whatever it was, Clarke had never imagined her to be this soft and gentle. She kissed back harder, causing Lexa to place her hands behind her to stop herself from falling back. Lexa’s lips were gentle on Clarke’s, almost like she was afraid Clarke was going to break. Clarke was quite the opposite, Lexa soon realized; she was more dominant, wanting to take control…which Lexa gave without hesitation, parting her lips slightly to let Clarke slide in her tongue.

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10 years of Clexa kisses (The Pursuit edition)

The Sanctum is decked out in surprisingly opulent style for an establishment this far out in the wilderness. The plush carpets and tasseled drapes, the crystal chandelier in the lobby, down to the snooty, crisply-uniformed staff manning the front desk could all be transported from a grand hotel in Paris or London. Or so Lexa imagines. The farthest east she’s been is Chicago, which is as near to a foreign country as she’s ever likely to get.

But that’s by the by. She isn’t here to admire the decor or the hospitality.

She has one singular concern in mind, and anticipation is coiled tight in her belly when she raps her knuckles against the door of the room at the end of the corridor.

Seconds trickle by.

While she waits, she leans a shoulder against the wall. Legs crossed at the ankles. Casual-like. Although inside her nerves are jangling like a gunslinger’s in the eerie lull before a quick draw.

She listens out for movement, hears some indistinct shuffling and scraping, then the faint patter of feet before the door is finally thrown open.

Without so much as a “howdy”, Clarke gets straight down to brass tacks. Pounces. Just grabs Lexa by the front of her blouse and yanks her inside the room, into a kiss so forceful it knocks the hat clean off Lexa’s head.

It’s more of a mauling than a kiss, but Lexa surely isn’t complaining. She’s always appreciated a girl with spirit and, heck, Clarke has it in spades. It’s only when they break for air that Lexa takes command. She spins them around and traps Clarke’s front against the closed door. Busies herself with the tiny fastenings on the dress while she sucks a possessive kiss at the top of Clarke’s spine, letting out a low growl when she can’t get the garment undone fast enough.

But Lexa triumphs eventually, shoving rough handfuls of silk from Clarke’s body, then she gets to work on loosening the stays of the corset. All the while Clarke is breathing heavily, half laughing at Lexa’s little grunts of frustration until at last she frees Clarke of the restrictive contraption, peeling it off and letting it land with a dull thud on the floor.

Lexa tugs Clarke back around by the elbow.

Only to pull in a soft gasp.

Because a perfect, narrow beam of sunlight is cast across Clarke’s features, catching her eyes and making them glow. Irises so astoundingly blue, they don’t seem real.

Lexa ain’t the religious sort, but Clarke in this light is verging on something holy.

She doesn’t know what her face is doing presently—whatever it is makes Clarke shake her head. “Don’t be looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you intend to court me.”

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10 years of Clexa kisses (Make America Gay Again edition)

“Look, Lexa, I get that you’re reluctant to resort to underhand tactics but destroying his reputation might be the only way to bring him down. If you haven’t got the stomach for it…”

“I didn’t say that.” Lexa’s jaw tightens. A few seconds elapse then she lets out a long, drawn out sigh. “Whatever I think of his politics or his character, it’s hard not to retain some affection for the man who raised me.”

Lexa places her untouched glass of water on the coffee table. She stares at her lap, adjusting the hem of her skirt.

“He wasn’t always like this.” Her voice is sadder, more subdued when she adds, “After my mother passed away, he changed.” She appears to fold in on herself a little, spine sagging under the weight of this admission. “Not that he was ever an open-minded, tolerant person but he was more… moderate, I suppose. Less entrenched in his views.” A muscle ticks in Lexa’s cheek. “Grief transformed him beyond recognition.”

Clarke is up and moving before it really occurs to her what she’s doing. She sinks into the seat beside Lexa, like her presence, the nearness might bring comfort.

“Part of me always hoped he’d mellow,” Lexa continues. “That eventually he would come around to scientific fact over religious dogma. Or, I don’t know, he’d be swayed by an appeal to his sense of humanity or whatever shred of common decency remains.”

“It’s still possible.”

A wan smile tugs at Lexa’s mouth. “I think we both know that isn’t true.”

There’s a lull.

Until Clarke speaks up. “I lost my Dad when I was seventeen. Natural causes. If you can say that about an outwardly fit and healthy forty-two year old man. He was fine one day and the next,” she puffs out her cheeks and blows out a slow breath, “gone. He suffered a massive myocardial infarction while he was out running. Rare genetic heart disorder. Nobody knew.”

Lexa reels back slightly, brows shooting up. “Genetic…?”

“I got tested. I don’t have it.”

The relief that drains through Lexa’s face is instantaneous, but Clarke refuses to dwell on what it means.

“I’m so sorry, Clarke. Were you close?”

A nod. “We loved watching soccer games and old movies together. We had the same dorky sense of humour and it drove Mom crazy.”

The way Lexa looks at her now, eyes glowing with soft sympathy, makes Clarke’s throat constrict, a hard lump of emotion wedging itself in her esophagus. But she finds the strength to keep going.

“Bereavement affects people in different ways. There’s no timetable, no universal coping mechanism. My Mom—she’s a surgeon—threw herself into work. I hardly saw her for the first six months afterwards. Any time I tried to talk about Dad she shut down, stopped the conversation and left the room. It took her years just to get to the point where she could even mention his name in front of me. We’re in a better place now. We talk. But it was kind of a fraught journey to get there.”

Clarke allows Lexa to process the exposition dump in silence for a moment.

She sighs at last. “I guess what I’m saying is: it’s never too late for personal growth, even for Titus fucking Woods.”

They share a wry glance and the tightness in Clarke’s throat recedes, the band of pressure around her ribs loosening.

“I hope you’re right,” Lexa says, so softly. And there’s something about the brittleness of her smile that tugs at Clarke in a way she can’t explain.

“Would it be too weird if I hugged you?” Seeing the surprise register on Lexa’s features, Clarke quickly backtracks. She waves it off. “Yeah, of course. It’s weird. Stupid question. Never mind.”

“Clarke.”

“Forget I said anything.”

Lexa puts her hand on Clarke’s wrist and, clichéd as it is, Clarke feels a spark shoot up her arm at the touch of their skin.

“I don’t usually—I’m not really one for—” Lexa presses her lips together. She shuts her eyes briefly. Resets and tries again. “If the offer is still open, I think I’d like that hug. Please.”

It’s the thin, strained ‘please’ that gets to Clarke most.

Awkwardness ensues. There’s a bit of logistical trial and error, a wordless negotiation of whose arm goes where, an exchange of sheepish smiles. But as soon as Clarke’s arms wrap around Lexa’s shoulders and she feels Lexa’s hands slide across her back through the fabric of her sweater, it’s like something clicks into place.

The sensations hit her dizzyingly all at once. If she thought Lexa smelled incredible before, it’s overwhelming now. Her hair and her perfume and the scent of her skin. As covertly as possible, Clarke breathes it all in. And it strikes her how warm Lexa is. Warm and soft, despite her thin frame, and Clarke wants to melt into it. Attuned to the pressure of each finger against her spine, she’s hyper aware of every place that they’re touching: chests flush, knees knocking, the soft strands of Lexa’s hair tickling her cheek. Clarke’s chest aches with the urge to pull Lexa tighter against her, to press her nose against Lexa’s throat, to let her mouth—

A light expulsion of air close to her ear sends a tingle rolling down Clarke’s spine. She can’t hide her body’s reaction, can’t prevent the sharp intake of breath. It’s a reflex; beyond her control.

It snaps her out of this haze.

God, what the fuck is she doing?

There isn’t really a graceful way to disengage, especially when Lexa seems reluctant to let go. They both inch back, arms still loosely looped around one another, and Clarke makes the stupid mistake of catching Lexa’s eye.

There’s a moment.

An infinite moment of stillness where neither of them move.

A look on Lexa’s face that shakes Clarke to the core, that causes her stomach to plummet, heat coiling low in her belly. It’s that same hot gleam in Lexa’s eyes that Clarke glimpsed on the train but magnified to the extreme, pupils large and black enough to swallow her whole.

Lexa’s half-lidded gaze keeps flicking between Clarke’s mouth and her eyes.

She can’t remember anyone looking at her with this much thirst.

It makes her head spin.

“Clarke.”

Her name from Lexa’s lips seems like the most loaded word in the English language, a 12-gauge round that obliterates the last of Clarke’s self-control.

She isn’t sure who reaches for the other first, her own hand sliding across Lexa’s jaw as Lexa’s palm cups the back of her neck.

All that matters is that Lexa’s mouth is soft and eager, and she makes a noise that sends a warm flood of excitement through Clarke when she licks inside.

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10 years of Clexa kisses (Cut to the Chase edition)

“What do you think?”

Lexa stands behind the chair, taking the jagged, razor-finished ends of Clarke’s artfully dishevelled locks between her fingers. Her expression is unreadable, except for the subtle pout of her lips as she scrutinises the symmetry of her work.

For her part, Clarke is very much enjoying the pleasurable tug on her scalp.

“Good shag.”

In the mirror, Lexa casts her eyes towards the ceiling. “Surely we’ve exhausted that joke by now.”

“Have we, though? I think I could get another two or three cracks out of it, minimum.”

Lexa only releases a quiet sigh, combing her long fingers through the flicked-out layers at the back to give the volume a little extra oomph. And Clarke could get easily get used to this: Lexa’s hands in her hair. It already feels familiar.

“I love it, Lexa. Genuinely.”

The cut is fucking awesome. She looks like the illegitimate love child of Stevie Nicks and Farrah Fawcett, conceived during an epic three-day odyssey of drug-fuelled debauchery and mayhem. Pour her into a pair of skintight black leather pants, apply a fuckton of smoky liner and silver eyeshadow, and she’s ready to be inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.

If she’s being honest, she wasn’t sold on the bangs at first but they really frame her face and bring out her features.

Yeah… it’s safe to say she’s feeling it.

And Lexa is too, if the way she’s staring is any indication.

“So…” Clarke lifts her eyebrows expectantly.

“Right.” Lexa springs into action. “I’ll take this—“

She plucks the cutting collar from Clarke’s shoulders and puts it aside. Helps Clarke out of the cape and guides her towards the reception area with a hand at the small of her back.

“Linc, could you ring it up for me?”

He perks up as soon as his eyes land on Clarke, and he gives the new ‘do a nod of approval.

Lexa lowers her voice for Clarke’s ears only. “I have to make some calls to clear my schedule, but you can wait here or there’s a decent coffee shop across the street.”

“I‘ll wait.”

Clarke is antsy enough without adding caffeine to the equation.

Lexa remains where she is, eyes making a slow sweep of Clarke’s outfit, from the peep toe heels, bare legs exposed by the short, one-piece romper suit, lingering on the line of her cleavage. Getting stuck there for a second. And Clarke sees the small gulp, the slight bob of Lexa’s throat as she swallows.

When their eyes meet again, Lexa’s are dark and full of glittering promise. It’s a look that leaves no doubt about what her intentions are for the rest of the afternoon.

Clarke sends her off with a hushed, “Be quick.”

While she deals with payment—trying not to wince too obviously at the charge on her credit card (this place definitely has the price tag to reflect its celebrity clientele)—she leaves a tip generous enough to make Lincoln’s brown eyes bulge almost as much as his biceps do.

He almost falls over himself to oblige Clarke with a snap for Insta. She’s in the midst of posing up a storm for their mini photo shoot when Lexa returns, a little red in the face, a backpack slung over one shoulder, hair loose and flowing free again.

“Ready?” Lexa asks Clarke.

Lincoln looks perplexed as Clarke relieves him of her phone with her thanks.

He frowns. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I cleared it with Anya. She already gave me shit so don’t start, okay?”

He holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Later.”

Clarke gives him a sheepish parting wave as she hustles to keep up with Lexa’s long strides. As soon as they step outside onto the sidewalk, she reaches for Lexa’s wrist.

“Hey. Look, Lexa, I don’t want you to get into trouble with your boss because of...”

She trails off, silenced by Lexa crowding into her space, backing her against the whitewashed wall.

“Me,” Clarke finishes on an exhale.

Lexa’s hands cup her neck, thumbs stroking over her jaw, and Clarke draws in a hurried breath before Lexa breaches the final gap.

Clarke sighs into the soft crush of lips. Waits only a beat before she pulls Lexa’s lean frame flush against her body by the belt loops of her jeans. Heart racing, knees trembling as Lexa’s mouth shifts and the kiss deepens with mutual hunger.

“Upstairs?” Clarke pants out after probably a solid thirty seconds of thoroughly acquainting herself with the contours of Lexa’s mouth.

Lexa nods and surges forward again, claiming a string of heated kisses that leave Clarke wobbly on her feet when they separate.

“Side alley. Entrance is around back.”

The fact Lexa only seems capable of speaking in fragmented sentences is a tremendous ego boost, but Clarke’s not going to boast about it. Yet.

Tangling their fingers together, Lexa tugs Clarke in the right direction with a determined gait, charging down the alleyway and up the stairs to the second floor.

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meet me in moonlight, under the old willow tree

First Kiss

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"I admit, after you left, I felt… inclined to hurry the process along. I do want to give you time to work within your ranks, because I trust you, and I know how capable you are. But also I—” Lexa falters again. Gives the barest shake of her head, her eyes staying glued to the hands held within her own as she visibly forces herself to speak. “Selfishly, I want this conflict finished as soon as possible.”

Clarke can't help the tremble that laces her smile because she knows. She knows. And it's nothing to lean into Lexa in the moment. To press in against the soft hollow of her cheek and dip closer to kiss the corner of Lexa's mouth. To feel Lexa turn into the touch just enough for Clarke to brush the adorable tip of her nose. 

She wonders sometimes, in the quiet of such moments, if Lexa really understands exactly how precious she is. Just how beautiful and gentle, beneath the death and the loss and the weight of her blood soaked crown.

Lexa sighs into Clarke's touch, her breath a warm relief to the cold air that spurs Clarke's hands to grip tighter. 

Her nose bumps against Clarke's again, seeking more, as Lexa whispers,

“Polis is lonelier without you.”

It's hard for Clarke to keep it together when yet another piece of her heart turns to shrapnel, jagged and deathly in its destruction. It makes old wounds sting like new as she adds the confession to the mountain of sins she cannot fix for them, for anyone, by sheer will alone. Because she would. So many pieces of her scream in duty-bound rebellion with how much she needs Lexa to know that she would do anything to erase the pain of her absence - to wash away the nights spent apart and spare them both. 

She would, if only she could.

Clarke hugs her. There's really nothing else for it. There's nothing that feels as right in that moment more than surging closer, stretching her arms to loop around Lexa's neck and pull her in. 

“I'm here now,” Clarke says, and seals her paltry offering with a kiss to the column of Lexa's throat.

She ignores her captive's flustered start at the tenderness and tucks into Lexa. Any worry for how she clings more than she means to is left for another day as her arms tighten at the burst of that familiar scent that is entirely Lexa; all forest greenery mixed with the clean scent of her sweat against skin that carries lingering notes of some floral sweetened soap. 

The coil of muscle softens into a mass of Commander-shaped jelly when Lexa sags against her, knees seeming to buckle with how fiercely she folds into the hug. Her arms cinch around Clarke's waist so tightly it nearly lifts her onto the tips of her toes; hip bones pressing to hip bones, ribs crushed to ribs. 

They hold each other in the creaking silence of the hut so long Clarke's feet pool in pins and pricks, offering little else more than sniffles buried into coat sleeves and armor and the syncing of juddered heartbeats. The buckles of Lexa's coat dig into Clarke's stomach and the pommel of her sword knocks rough against her hip, but she can't bring herself to care. Not when she's this close. Not when every press of Clarke's lips to Lexa's throat is mirrored against her own, tender in its supplication. 

The hands that hold her feel restless against her back. Constant in their moving, gentle in their caress. They rub languid circuits from her shoulders to the tops of her hips, as though Lexa can't quite control the need to touch her as much as humanly possible, and it's only when Clarke opens her eyes just to see that face again, that she loosens her hold and slowly, so slowly, inches herself away. 

Lexa doesn't let her go far. Keeps Clarke right where she wants her with a dig of fingertips against leather and spine, temple resting against temple and cheek against kohl smudged cheek, as she fills all the spaces Clarke has missed her touch. Heat traces over her skin in Lexa's shaky exhale as the snuggle-inclined warlord nuzzles closer, drifting the plumpness of her lips along Clarke's chin, across her mouth, until Clarke doesn't know where one breath ends and another begins. Eyes sparkle under the hang of lashy, hooded eyes when Lexa sways further into her.

“May I?” 

The vulnerability of it stings with just how small she sounds - as though she still doubts this. As though Lexa has no idea that the memory of her mouth, and her taste, and the sweet bite of her teeth were the only things that has kept Clarke sane in her misery for all of these weeks. 

Clarke's mouth tugs into a smile at the question. Even more as their lips brush when she speaks. 

“Please.”

The word is barely out before Lexa is the one surging forward in a tidal wave of emotion, taking Clarke's mouth in a kiss so blisteringly gentle it makes her rock on the heels of her feet. Her lips mold to Clarke's on a sharp inhale, one that liquifies into a sigh of relief; it's the same relief that ripples through Clarke's chest like an electric bloom of confetti. 

Clarke chases her mouth. Bends and reshapes herself to the mold of Lexa's body every time she dares to pull back even an inch for a gasp of air. It's too dizzying being this close to her. Reclaiming her. Letting their lips slant together in more configurations than she can keep count, each one letting Clarke relearn the taste and feel of her. 

She tries and fails to let Lexa set the tempo. Entirely too enamored with reacquainting herself with how soft and luscious those lips are for it to be anything but a lost cause. How could she be expected to control it when Lexa makes this sound. This sound, so feminine and so devastatingly fucking light. Not a whimper or a moan, but something in between, and it only makes Clarke need to hear it more as she cups Lexa's cheeks, keeping her close, keeping her steady, as she changes the angle to dive back in. 

The first brush of tongue makes Lexa whimper, and Clarke feels the tremble of Lexa's lips on the next breath she takes - feels the way it makes her hands turn greedy. She mumbles a curse around the lush bottom lip caught between her teeth when palms slip down, smooth over her ass and grab her. Their hips bump with restless intent and Clarke is barely able to pull her attention away from the languid sweeps of Lexa's mouth long enough to feel the nudge of a knee against hers. She stumbles just enough to let them fall open. Just enough for a muscled thigh to press in tight, answering the rocking of her hips that Clarke hadn't even noticed through the fog of Lexa's kiss. 

But then the world feels empty and life loses all meaning and she's not even being dramatic because the taste of those intoxicating lips is wrenched away without warning. 

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Teach Me

First Kiss

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When she looked back, that joy was gone, every ounce of happiness wiped clean from Lexa's suddenly somber face.

"I've spent the last two years beating myself up for letting that feeling die. I let that excitement at seeing her, and being around her, slip away from me… When she left me– When we decided to break up," Lexa quietly amended, "... I thought I'd never get to have that feeling again."

Lexa reached up and pulled the glasses from her nose. Folded them neatly and tucked them into the pocket of her jacket. Clarke felt frozen when eyes that somehow seemed impossibly greener than she remembered pinned her in place.

Full lips tipped into a gentle smile.

"And then I met you."

Clarke sucked in a breath at the words and felt all the more dizzy for it, her heart roaring so loudly it was hard to focus on the next.

But Lexa bit her lip and gave a tiny shrug. Huffed something between a laugh and a sigh as she looked down at the palms of her hands.

"So I lied," Lexa whispered in a way that had Clarke feeling flushed. "Because I like being around you. I crave it. I've loved talking to you and getting to know you these past weeks… I think about you all the time, Clarke. I find myself searching for ways to get you to stay longer whenever you're around, and I… I miss you on the days you're not here."

Clarke gripped her hands to her knees to help steady their sudden shake. It felt impossible to know what to do in the silence that settled around them as she watched Lexa fold and unfold her hands, an endearing nervous tick Clarke had noticed over the previous weeks.

Weeks that had apparently felt every bit as loaded for the poor woman visibly struggling to keep it together as they were for herself.

The thought alone had her heart racing. 

"Why didn't you just say something?" Clarke tried through the messy tangle of her thoughts.

"I couldn't."

"Why?"

"Because I couldn't," Lexa stressed with a half smile when she looked at Clarke, and she suddenly looked so young. Her beautiful face lightened in amused exasperation, the laugh lines that peppered her eyes and full lips barely betraying her years. "... I shouldn't even be saying it now."

Clarke sighed and nodded with the truth of it, despite the urge to push back with how silly her reluctance was. Because she did know, she did understand Lexa's hesitancy. She very clearly could see the entire situation with a new level of clarity. 

All the fumbling words and the guarded looks, the awkward mad dashes for the door. Each moment sprang into focus in a way that made every bit of sense. And while the thought of Lexa's words and the feelings that fueled them made her insides warm with a kind of self-satisfied vanity, the distress behind them sat heavy between them. 

The guilt and sadness that darkened the green of her eyes was enough to make Clarke's heart break. 

Sliding a little closer on the table beneath them, Clarke nudged Lexa's shoulder with her own.

"You do know the feeling's mutual though, right?"

She could only roll her eyes when Lexa frowned. 

"Oh come on," Clarke laughed with a teasing bite to her lip and felt another rush of exhilaration when Lexa's gaze darkened in an entirely more pleasant way. "I was pretty blatant about it."

"I'd hoped, but I didn't– I would never want to assume," Lexa murmured.  

"I don't exactly make it a habit to share intimate details of my life with people I've only known for about a month… But I like sharing them with you."

Full lips twitched at the edges in a pleased sort of smile. "I liked hearing about them."

"I liked hearing about your life too," Clarke said with an easy grin of her own that quickly turned devilish. "Not as much as I like watching you strut around in those tweed numbers, but–"

Lexa cut her off with a strangled sound. "You make fun of my clothes!"

"Of course I do," Clarke insisted because she really felt it should've been obvious. "You literally have elbow patches on every single one of your jackets, Lexa."

"... Not every one."

"It's incredibly hot, but you still have to own the nerd factor involved here."

Lexa shook her head and lost the battle to hide the red that bloomed over the apple of her cheeks.

The tip of her tongue snuck out and wet her lips before tucking themselves neatly between the glint of white teeth. 

"... You think they're hot?" 

Clarke felt a thrill roll through her at the bashful play of her words but tempered it with a lazy shrug. "I certainly think you're hot in them."

She quiet as pink burned deeper over Lexa's cheeks, simply smiling as green eyes twinkled and flashed in the low light of the room. 

The twitch of a pinky brushed against her own where it sat, clasping the table for dear life.

It was such a simple touch. 

Clarke felt it everywhere. 

"Were you going to say yes to him?"

It took a moment for Clarke's mind to catch up with the whiplash of the sudden question, to look back up from where she'd almost gathered enough courage to hook her finger over its new companion. 

She sat frozen in bewildered confusion… before bursting into laughter.

"Are you talking about Bellamy ?" she asked before another thought occurred to her. "Wait. Is that why you were acting like an ass earlier? Because he asked me to go to that trivia night thing?"

Lexa released a sharp huff through her nose as her jaw tightened. "He was asking you on a date ."

That was all the answer Clarke needed. 

Giving a scoff, Clarke swayed sideways and knocked Lexa's shoulder hard enough to make her scramble to stay upright. "Good God. He's twenty-six . He's practically a child."

"That's not what I asked."

Clarke grinned at the playful scowl being shot her way as Lexa righted herself. "Listen, Lex, I just divorced one man-child, I'm not exactly in the market for another." 

Lexa's eyes darkened as she glanced down toward Clarke's mouth at the shortened slip of her name. She let her face grow serious after a moment. Felt herself calm and turned dangerously bold.

"Besides… I'm kind of interested in someone else."

Blowing out a puffed-cheek exhale, Lexa let her head hang as she leaned closer. "I shouldn't have asked that."

"I don't mind."

"Yeah, but I do." Lexa shook her head and glanced up beneath the canopy of her lashes. "You shouldn't have to answer to me about… any of this."

Clarke leaned in and caught green eyes before they could flit away. "Hey. I'm an adult, Lexa. I think I can handle myself."

"No, I know that. I know you're an incredibly capable woman, Clarke. But I'm still in a position of power over you."

"Well," Clarke said with a thoughtful tilt of her head. "I don't know about all that… I mean you've never even seen me in bed."

With wide eyes and a slack jaw, Lexa's head yanked back as she coughed out a few hacking laughs. "Clarke!"

"What?"  

Her innocent smile widened as she fought the urge to run her fingers over the tips of tiny ears that burned a brilliant red. 

Green eyes softened as the sound of Lexa's laughter dropped to a groan, the sound sinking and pooling like liquid heat in Clarke's belly. "You can't say stuff like that to me."

"And why not?"

"Because I'm your teacher."

Clarke sighed and caught Lexa's gaze. "You're also an incredibly attractive and interesting woman. You make me laugh. You make me feel… good… Shouldn't that count for something? Shouldn't what I want matter in this?"

Her head dipped when Lexa sucked in a breath and held it. When fingers slid along Clarke's cheek, palm cupping her jaw as a thumb brushed the fleshy lobe of her ear. Black pushed to the borders of hooded, heavy eyes that dropped to her lips.

A hand pressed to the small of her back in a loose grip, and it all happened so fast it made Clarke's head spin. But her startle died on the breath of a hum when pillow soft lips pressed against her and, oh.  

Oh.

She melted into it; into the gentle feel of Lexa. 

The clean scent of cologne and fresh linen smelled sweeter this close, the slight chap of beestung lips warmed at the touch. Her kiss moved achingly slow, almost shaking as lips caressed in presses that felt entirely at odds with the erratic rhythm Clarke's heart beat against her chest.

Clarke found herself chasing the feather-light touch when Lexa pulled back with wide, brilliant eyes.

"Is this okay?"

Her words were breathless, but hopeful, the whispered question falling somewhere between terror and a hunger-laced plea. The little shiver and wet sheen to lips that somehow seemed even fuller sent a twist through Clarke's belly as she managed a nod, grabbing a fistful of Lexa's shirt and pulling her back in.

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Ten years of first kisses:

Always

Mar 4 2017

Turns out it was something more. Took a while though, Lexa remembered, about half a year; Clarke came back the next night to tell Lexa she didn’t actually feel the same way. But as time passed, Clarke realized she was wrong because Lexa was always on her mind. She couldn’t help but smile at that memory, Lexa shaking her head as she thought back to it. They were sitting on Clarke’s couch after a long day, just having finished watching a movie, it was late and Lexa was probably going to stay over anyways. She’s not sure where it came from but one moment they were lying on the couch, Clarke resting her head on Lexa’s chest and Lexa lying with her back against the armrest, and the next, Clarke was kissing her. It took Lexa a moment to register what was happening before she could get herself to kiss back.

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Ten years of first kisses

So...what are we going to do about the whole sleeping thing? (CH 2)

Mar 01 2017

Yeah…it seemed possible for about five minutes after the lights went out and they were lying under the same comforter, with Lexa extremely careful to keep a safe distance between the two of them. But then Clarke turned around on her side to face Lexa and if that slightly messy blonde hair and blue eyes that seemed to sparkle even in the dark room weren’t enough, she opened her mouth and straight up asked Lexa if she wanted to have sex. Lexa wasn’t entirely convinced whether those words had actually come out of Clarke’s mouth or whether she was just too tired and hearing things.

Turns out, she wasn’t just hearing things; Clarke was in town only for the wedding and she knew tomorrow was going to mostly be a not-so-great day given how she’d have to see her old friends and all that great stuff, and Lexa was kind of the same, she was going to see most of her family and she did not want to do that. So in Clarke’s defense, they both needed something to make the weekend worth it; and Lexa had a long and frustrating day at work so she really didn’t have any reason to say no. “Saw each other half naked, shared a bed, so might as well check off the slept together box too right?” Lexa had asked jokingly.

So now they were lying half under the comforter, not a stitch of clothing on either of the; a little sweaty and out of breath, but with a small satisfied smile nonetheless. “Yeah, I think that was a good idea.” Clarke said after a moment, still catching her breath.

“Yeah,” Lexa only nodded, turning her head to look at Clarke. “Definitely made my weekend worth coming out here.”

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Ten years of first kisses:

I fell in love with your soul and nothing else mattered

Aug 15 2017

“You’re so beautiful.” Lexa breathed out, not managing to say anything else. Her voice was quiet and with all the noise around them, she almost thought Clarke didn’t catch it.

“You have seen me before, y’know?” Clarke asked with a shrug, trying to pretend her cheeks weren’t heating up at what Lexa said. But honestly, that was Clarke’s first thought too upon seeing Lexa, their FaceTime calls and selfies did nothing to show exactly how beautiful this girl in front of her was. “Countless times.”

“But never in person.” Lexa pointed out, the two of them just standing there in silence, unsure of what to do next other than just take each other in. It was so unreal, to be so close to right now, after so many years, and to be able to finally each other not through a screen. Lexa thought about what she wanted to do, giving Clarke an unsure look before speaking hesitantly, “Can I kiss you?”

Clarke lowered her head, trying to hide that unstoppable smile before leaning closer to Lexa and bringing her face to Lexa’s. She nodded, her forehead almost resting against Lexa’s as her hand came up to her cheek. “Yeah,” Clarke told her, her lips just brushing against Lexa’s. “Yeah you can kiss me.”

Lexa froze again at their closeness, looking into Clarke’s eyes and the blue looking so much more intense up close. She didn’t know what to do really, Clarke’s hand on her cheek practically sent small electric currents through her skin. She didn’t speak again, managed to only press her lips to Clarke’s as her eyes slid shut. It felt like a wave of calm washed over her as their lips met, this was a new feeling. It felt familiar although Lexa knew that wasn’t it, there was just something calming about Clarke that made Lexa not want to pull away from her. She kissed her slowly, taking her time and letting the world around them just drown out because they waited long enough for this moment.

“You have soft lips.” Lexa muttered once they pulled away for air, unable to bring her eyes up to look at her this time.

Clarke’s fingers went under her chin, to tilt her head up, “And you have gorgeous eyes.”

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Ten years of first kisses:

Day #1168 (CH 5)

May 29 2017 - Dec 1 2017

“I don’t want to think about what we lost.” She explained, “What we didn’t get to have.” She added. “There is no point in living in the past.” Lexa told her with a sigh, “I just…” She trailed, “I want to have everything with you that I couldn’t then,” She told her honestly, “That’s why I don’t want to think about it, we can’t go back. So I just want to live in the present, make the most of it.”

“You know I love you right?” Clarke asked in response, “I would give anything to get back the time we lost.”

Lexa only closed her eyes, giving her a small nod in agreement, “Maybe it’s better this way.” She offered instead, looking at Clarke. “No more responsibilities, no one expecting anything from us,” She let out a small sigh, “We can just…be.”

“You’re not wrong.” Clarke smiled at her, “The three of us, you, me, and Madi.” She added, “We can maybe make up for all time we lost.”

Lexa didn’t find the need to reply, only brought herself closer and pressed her lips against Clarke’s. She kissed her slowly and it felt almost like the first time they had, slow and purposeful, trying to convey all her feeling to Clarke in just this one action. “We can.” She answered once they’d pulled away. “We will.”

“You don’t know how much I’ve thought about that the last few years.” Clarke confessed, finally telling her what was on her mind. “All that could’ve been, all that we could’ve been.” She continued, “What we might have been like when actually together in a relationship.” Clarke let out a small sigh, “The hour or so I got to spend with you like that…it wasn’t nearly enough Lexa.”

Lexa gave her a nod, it really wasn’t, but at the same time, she didn’t have to live through the last few years thinking about that – maybe that was a relief really. “Like you said,” She added, “We have all the time in the world now.” They had talked about everyone that had left, everyone that was down in the bunker since the Praimfaya, Lexa knew the people who had left Earth were meant to return in about two years time from now. “No one is going to expect anyone from us even after they come back, it’ll be just us now.”

“Do you know what I’ve thought about the most the last three years?” Clarke asked her and Lexa only shook her head, waiting for Clarke to continue. “You.” She stated simply. “And us.” She added. “All the what if’s…” Clarke trailed off, “What if I didn’t have to leave Polis, what if you weren’t shot, what if I could’ve saved you, what if we could’ve made it till there was peace.” Her voice trembled, cracking a little by the end of that sentence, “I realized I loved you too late,” Clarke told her after a small pause, bringing her composure back. “And I thought I would never get to make up for it.” She shook her head slightly, not really knowing how she finally got lucky and something happened to her benefit. “I thought I would never get to make up for my mistake.”

“You didn’t make a mistake.” Lexa told her, “Clarke, after everything that had happened, with you and me, our people…you made no mistake.” She gave Clarke a small smile, trying to reassure her. “You had every reason to not trust me, to be angry at me-”

“I wanted to kill you at one point.” Clarke admitted, that was probably the last thing she actually wanted to do though. It was just…overwhelming then, everything was chaotic and Clarke was just trying to cope really.

Lexa thought for a moment, she didn’t for a moment actually think she would have done it. Even when Clarke had felt a knife to her throat, Lexa didn’t fight back, she didn’t disarm her, because Lexa was certain Clarke wouldn’t do it. “I knew you wouldn’t.” She muttered quietly. “I thought I was delusional to think that you could ever even…not hate me after Mt. Weather.” Lexa admitted for the first time. “Do you remember when you held a knife to my throat?” She asked and Clarke nodding hesitantly. “That’s when I knew.” Lexa smiled at her, “That’s when I knew you wouldn’t hurt me let alone kill me.”

“Was I that easy?” Clarke couldn’t help but ask, was she really that easy to read?

Lexa’s expression changed, looking more confused right now, “Easy?” She questioned, “I don’t understand…” She didn’t know what that meant, not in this context.

“Am I that easy to figure out?” Clarke rephrased. “Like, is it that easy for you to know what’s going through my mind?”

Lexa nodded seriously, “It was.” She told her honestly, “I can’t explain why, but…it was.” She added. “But I didn’t know you were going to kiss me.” Lexa confessed, “That was…unexpected.” Thinking back to that day, she shook her head, “The whole day was unexpected.”

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Ten years of first kisses:

Do not. Tempt. Me.

Oct 16 2017

Lexa gave her a smile, almost grinning at Clarke, “You wanna tap that ass.” She told her smugly, “You’re still staring at it.”

“Well, it looks great and maybe I do.” Clarke only shrugged, pulled her lower lip between her teeth, chewing on it slightly because hell yes she did.

Maybe she had a little too much to drink because all Lexa could do was give her a suggestive look, maybe even daring her to tap that ass. Instead of saying anything, she only brought her own hand up, placing it over Clarke’s. “Then do it.”

Clarke only watched her for a moment, not really sure how serious Lexa was. Did Lexa really have that much to drink because from what Clarke remembered, she had even less to drink than her? “Do not. Tempt. Me.”

Without answering, Lexa only brought her face closer, kissing Clarke. She didn’t even know what came over her because this was the last thing she thought she’d be doing tonight. Well, it may or may not be something she’s wanted to do for a very long time now and all she needed right now seemed to be a little alcohol in her system.

“How much did you have to drink?” Clarke smiled against, not for a moment weirded out by the fact that her friend just kissed her. She only smiled against her before kissing back. If anything about this was weird, it was the fact that this felt incredibly comfortable and neither of them were so much as holding back.

“Not as much as you.” Lexa replied quickly before trying to change her position – she had gotten in bed to go to sleep, not make out. “Is this,” She started, speaking between kisses this time as her hand came up Clarke’s face and pushed her hair away slightly. “Tempting enough?”

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Ten years of first kisses:

Marry me already

Oct 17 2017

She looked back at the paper then at Clarke, looking between the two as she read the words again and again to make sure she got it right.

MARRY ME ALREADY.

They weren’t even together and it was no secret to Lexa that she wanted a lot more than just a friendship with Clarke. They were practically a family, they had been friends since junior year of high school and Lexa honestly has no idea when she even started falling for this girl. They were fast friends although they were polar opposites and they just stuck together.

“Is this for real?” Lexa finally spoke, not really believing it. Her voice was quiet, a whisper really. “Clarke, is this for real?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “Very much.” Lexa just looked dumbfounded, electrocuted and surprised, she looked like a fish out of water. “Hey, look at me.” Clarke took Lexa’s hand. “I’m really hoping I haven’t been reading signs that weren’t actually there. But well…I’ve been falling for you for a very long time and I just…” She let out a long sigh, “Love you so much. You’re family, you’re basically Aden’s other mom and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Clarke was tearing up at that really, she didn’t want to think about what it would be like for her if she didn’t have someone like Lexa by her side. “You know it hasn’t been easy and I just…I don’t know what I’d do without you and I just love you so much Lex.” She told her, watching as Lexa looked back at the paper with the three words in her hand. “I know this is a huge risk on my part because hell, we’re not even together and it could all just blow up on my face and holy fuck this was a bad id-”

Lexa cut her off, kissing her abruptly. Her lips were trembling and uncertain and just not knowing if this was the right move. “I love you too.” She said between kisses. “So much Clarke.” Lexa smiled at her, pulling away. “So yes,” She answered. “It’s a yes.”

Clarke couldn’t help but smile, letting out a small laugh almost as she reached back into the gift bag and pulled out a small box. “And here’s the other part of your gift then.” She shook her head at herself, holding back tears because wow, this could’ve gone so. Damn. Wrong. “This is actually why I took the last couple of days off.” Clarke added, flipping the top open receiving a small gasp from Lexa. “Please tell me you like it.”

“Oh my god, Clarke.” Lexa breathed out, “I…” She looked up at Clarke who was taking the ring out of the box. “I don’t know what to say, it’s beautiful.”

Clarke let out a long slow breath, her hand was a little shaky as she pulled the ring out and put it on Lexa’s finger. “This is insane.” She said to herself. “I can’t fucking believe what I just did, wow.”

“You know I would’ve never made the first move right?” Lexa asked, staring at the ring on her finger because…uhh, what just happened here?

“I do.” Clarke agreed, “Why do you think I skipped straight to the proposal instead of asking you out on a date first?” Lexa laughed at that one, nodding and agreeing to Clarke nonetheless. “I know what you’re like.”

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Ten years of first kisses:

Is that a butterfly knife in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

Oct 30 2017

Clarke gave her an understanding nod this time. “Will I see you again though?” She asked a little hopefully.

“Yes.” Lexa answered without hesitation. “Do you want to swap numbers?” She asked and Clarke nodded, handing her phone to Lexa and taking Lexa’s. Typing in their numbers, they handed it back to each other. “Okay Elyza Lex,” She said as she saw the name that Clarke had saved the number under. “I will speak to you soon.”

Clarke nodded again, not really wanting her to get up and walk away. Just as she was about to though, Clarke stopped her, “Wait, hold on.” She said, like there was something very important she had to tell Lexa. “You have something on your face.” She told her, her hand coming up to Lexa’s cheek, thumb brushing on the corner of her lips as Clarke pretended to look at that small spot. Instead of actually doing anything, Clarke just moved herself closer, kissing Lexa’s lips. She didn’t stay too long though, a couple of seconds at most and surprised that Lexa didn’t shove her away. “I hope that wasn’t too much.” Clarke muttered against her lips, slowly pulling away.

Lexa took a moment to open her eyes before looking at Clarke, “Not at all.” She answered, a small smile playing on her lips. “I look forward to a bit more of that…hopefully.”

Clarke couldn’t help but smile, “Hell yeah,” She answered as Lexa stood up before lightly tapping her butt – she was really pushing it tonight. When Lexa turned her head to only glare at her, Clarke just shrugged. “I couldn’t help it.” She tried. “You have a great butt.”

“You like pushing it, don’t you?” Lexa asked with a sigh, not really waiting for Clarke to reply as her phone buzzed again. “Okay, I should go.” She said in a hurry, walking away this time. “When I see you again, we’re definitely talking about how stupid it is for Elyza Lex to have a weapon as loud as a shotgun.”

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Ten years of first kisses:

Are you gonna kiss me or what?

Oct 28 2017

Lexa slammed the door shut, pushing Clarke up against it as she hoped no one downstairs would here it – probably not given how loud the music was. “So…” Lexa said between kisses, “Are you having fun tonight?” She asked breathlessly, trying to sound casual. They’d just met really, well no more than a few minutes ago before a slightly tipsy Clarke whispered something into Lexa’s ear that turned her red and then pulled her out of the living room and up the staircase. She did know Clarke though, it was hard not to know the school’s debate team’s captain – she was gorgeous and popular, and had a personality as beautiful as her eyes were blue.

And if anything, Clarke felt the same way; she’s been crushing hard on the school’s favorite quarterback. All the girls seemed to have their eyes on her in all honesty – it was hard not too, somehow her hair was always on point, even at the end of the day, after practice, after games, and her arms…god they were so strong and defined and all the right things, and all Clarke wanted was for those arms hold her down and- okay, Clarke easy there. “Yeah,” Clarke answered, nipping lightly on Lexa’s bottom lip. “It’s been a decent night so far.” Her voice sounded surprisingly calmer than Lexa’s. “You can probably make it a little better though.”

They were both at a Halloween party, at one of Clarke’s best friends’ place. Pretty much the entire school was here because everyone knew the Blakes had a reputation for throwing some insane parties. Lexa was looking for an excuse to finally talk to Clarke and when she realized Clarke’s friends, Raven and Octavia, were trying to not so subtly set them up together, she had to take the opportunity. They had talked for a bit, and well, Clarke’s friends seemed to be hitting on Lexa for her and after a couple of exchanges themselves, Clarke was asking her if she wanted to step away to somewhere a bit more private.

“I can’t say I’m a fan of your costume though.” Lexa told her, leading her towards the bed this time. “It’s hard to get you out of.” Clarke let out a small laugh, Lexa’s lips now on her neck. “God, that is tight.”

“You love it,” Clarke said in response, “I saw the way you were staring at me all night.”

“I was not staring,” Lexa tried, sitting Clarke down on the bed, waiting before she was lying down before Lexa moved next to her – practically on top of her. “I was just…admiring your…” She thought about it for a moment, Clarke’s head leaning back and giving Lexa more access to her neck. “Assets.”

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Ten years of first kisses:

Good Game

Mar 1 2018

“You don’t like me, do you?” Clarke asked knowingly as they continued to walk.

“I think the feeling’s mutual.” Lexa shrugged to herself, the two of them reaching their rooms. Lexa leaned back against her door, reaching back and unlocking it, “Actually, I can’t stand you.” She added bluntly.

“That feeling’s also mutual.” Clarke replied, a forced smile playing on her lips. “But the passion’s usually a good thing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She tilted her head slightly in confusion. But instead of a reply, Clarke only stepped closer, pressing her lips against Lexa’s. Lexa froze for a moment before she realized what was happening, she didn’t know what to do really, did she want to kiss back, did she want to push her away…? She didn’t know so all Lexa did was give in, letting Clarke push her up against the door.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the game” Clarke spoke against her lips. “And I think about you at night. After. Every. Game.” She added, her voice breathy and quiet.

Lexa kissed back this time, not knowing what had come over her, her mind was still foggy and too exhausted from the match to be thinking clearly. “Oh yeah?” She asked, wanting Clarke to continue, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t.

Clarke hummed against her in agreement, “All sweaty and breathless,” Lexa could feel her lips curl into a smile. “Can’t get it out of my head.”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about the same thing.” Lexa replied. “Every now and then.” It was true, she did think about her. Clarke may be annoying and irritating on the pitch but that didn’t take away from the fact that Lexa was very much attracted to her.

“So you get off to thinking about yourself?” Clarke asked sarcastically, causing Lexa to stop suddenly, her eyes shooting open.

“No, I meant-” Lexa tried to correct herself, bringing her head away slightly, putting some distance between her and Clarke.

Clarke couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, she was actually cute when not murdering her with her eyes. “I know what you meant.” She stopped her. “So do you wanna invite me in or do you just want me to leave ‘cause you can’t stand me?”