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Clarke and Lexa have secret crushes on each other but are too scared to talk. Raven manipulates the secret Santa so they both get each other and are forced to interact

These are workplace crushes. And this one is mostly dialog. Day 6: Secret Santa

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[After work, outside the office]

"Raven, please help me i don't know what i could possibly gift her!"

"Well you have a month to get to know her and figure it out!"

"Oh, c'mon! Clarke is like your best friend!"

"Im also kinda your best friend"

"I have more friends!"

"Not what i was implying but... do ya? Really?"

"Fuck off! Just- help me, just give a me a hint"

"Fine! If I were you, I'd buy her pretty linger. She loves a corset bra. She's a C. 38 if im not mistaken."

"What-?"

"Anyways i have to go, you own me one now!"

"Raven! No! Im not going to get her Lin- I own you nothing! Ugh!"

//

[At a bar's bath room]

"i shouldn't be this drunk"

"Oh, yes you should! This is the perfect time to be drunk! You have two days to recover" Clarke tells Lexa, leaning on her, practically hanging off her because they're both drunk.

"Oh look at that! I look so good!" Clarke smirks as she's staring at her reflexion in the mirror.

Lexa can't argue with her, all she can do is drool a little "I LOVE a corset top! I wish i could wear one to work, i don't known why we have a dress code, we're not all that serious of an office"

"I guess is... the professionalism... I think"

"I mean sure, i get that, and it's not like I don't look good on a button down but ... it'll be fun, to wear something more fun"

"You can dress colorfully... that's fun"

"Mmmm, okay you're right. Do you wish there was something you could wear at work? Or you know what, what's your favorite piece of clothing?"

"Uhm.... I mean... I don't wish i could wear for work... I know I can... but i have this little secret that... I do love a skirt. I like how i look in them"

"Yeah? That's nice... why don't you wear them for work?"

"Because they're... for fun. Not for work, even if they could be."

"And why... aren't you wearing one now?"

"Because... it's a work gathering" Lexa says, blushing a little.

"Gathering?! It's a party Woods! This IS the fun part!"

//

[At work, over the coffee machine]

"Okay listen. I did my part, i got to know her, but I really need your help! Each time she tells me something new about her, i think it could help me figure what to get her but it's just not working! Raven, please HELP me!"

"Bitch, i already helped! You own me for it still, by the way"

"I don't own you anything! You told me to get her-!" She lowers her voice with a huff looking around "you told me to get her linger. I'm not gonna get her that"

"Well, I helped! It's not my fault you don't want to take it. I don't have anything else to tell you, how haven't you hear ONE thing she likes?"

"I have! I mean... it's just..."

"What?"

"She did... mentioned that... that she loves a corset top"

"See?! I told you! It's not sexual dude! It's just pretty!"

"I never said that!"

"Oh but treat it like a taboo! You absolutely thought that"

"Whatever"

"So... you'll get her that?"

"I... if i don't figure anything else... I guess"

"Great! C 38, remember, i checked" and she winks at her walking away. Because of course she does.

//

[At Raven's house, they're laying on her bed watching TV]

"I really need your help, Rae, please!"

"Griff, i already told you all I know"

"How is that ALL you know? Isn't she your friend!"

"She is! I just don't know that much about her... you probably know more about her than me at this point!"

"Ugh! That's not helpful! I mean the only thing I've actually thought of is getting her a skirt. But i mean... it was one conversation, isn't-"

"Wait, what? A skirt?"

"Yeah... we talked at the bar the other day and... she said she liked wearing skirts but... I mean it was ONE conversation and she doesn't wear them for work, isn't that kind of stalker-ish? To remember one singular time we talked about it?"

"Girl, no! The fuck?! Of course you'll remember, you were looking for thing to gift her. Also... you like her, so it's not weird"

"I don't like her! I mean- i do, but not-"

"Oh sorry. You just think she's gorgeous"

"Raven! I said that ONE time! Get over it"

"Do you no longer think she is?"

"I- of course!"

"Then why would I get over it?"

"Just-"

"Oh! and that's aside from the fact that you think she's nice, and funny and fun -which are two different thigns- and-"

"Okay! I get it! You're a stalker who remembers everything i say"

"You're my best friend, it's my job"

"I hate you"

"Just get her the fucking skirt"

"FINE!"

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@blu3haw4 Thank you for the prompt!

Merry Christmas everyone!

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Chapter 1: It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Lexa Woods - divorcée, parent, and owner and proprietor of the Polaris Inn - has her hands full trying to manage her small, ski-side inn as the winter holidays descend on her equally small town. Amidst the craziness, she certainly doesn't anticipate finding an unconscious blond out on the back trails, who later wakes with no memory of who she is. Unwilling to condemn her to a hospital bed for the holidays, Lexa offers the mystery woman a room at her inn until she recovers her memory - and recovers her sense of romance along the way. In other words: a Clexa AU loosely based on the Lindsay Lohan Netflix movie. Also known as the Hallmark AU.

Read on Ao3.

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Clarke surprises her family for Christmas only to discover her ex-fiancee is already celebrating the holiday with her family when she arrives.

Will tensions be high or will they rekindle what they once had?

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Dec. 22 - Day 7: Free Day

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Clarke is doing last minute Christmas shopping. She only has one more gift to buy. It must be her lucky day because she finds the toy and it's the last one left on the shelf. However, someone else grabs it at the same time she does. When she turns her head, she's greeted by a gorgeous brunette with the greenest eyes she's ever seen. Clarke snaps out of it and argues that the toy belongs to her. The brunette counters and says she got to it first. How will Clarke and Lexa decide who gets the toy?

Im lateee! Im sorry! I've been catching up with friends and then also doing nothing all day 😅

Thank you for sending in this one I really liked it! I also stole a few lines from you, but you put them there so... 😁

Here it is, day 5 Holidays Tradicions (the second one) cracky and fluffy... there might be a second part, i just can't get my words right >:[

It was a bit ridiculous really, to still be shopping for Christmas the 22nd of december, but one has to do what one must to stay at the top of the list of favorite aunts. Or so Clarke told herself as she avoided shoulder people at the store, knowing she has already gotten many more gifts on the list than the rest of the contentants.

It must be her lucky day because she finds the toy and it's the last one left on the shelf. However, someone else grabs it at the same time she does. When she turns her head, she's greeted by a gorgeous brunette with the greenest eyes she's ever seen.

It takes Clarke a minute, to snap back into reality as her observation of that beautiful face lands on frown eyebrows and travel down to a moving mouth.

Because the woman is talking to her.

"Uhm... excuse me?" Clarke blurts out and isn't eben sure if she's interrupting.

The clench of the woman's jaw makes her guess she just might've "I said. Would you please let go, I got it first"

Clarke looks down at the toy they both hold barley off the shelf and frowns. That can't be right "uhm, I'm that's... not the case" she tries for a polite smile "I clearly got here first. I've been looking for this one for way too long" she fakes a little giggle, she could he rude, but in the spirit of the Holidays she's trying her best to keep it chill

"Doesn't make up for the fact that i grabbed it first"

'Oh I'm too old for this bullshit' she thought, as her smile fell and she struggled to figure out what to say or do to drive this lady away.

"Hey wait-" the brunette pulls slightly at the toy, making Clarke think she might've been doing the same "aren't you... Clarke?"

"...you are...?" Clarke frowns.

'What is this?'

"I'm Lexa. Im Lincoln's cousin... sort of. Technically. You're Octavia best friends right?"

"How... yes, why is that...-"

"I think- I might be wrong- but i think... we're getting this toy for the same kid"

And okay what in the actual fuck. This lady was calling all the right names and making all of the right assumptions but how was Clarke supposed to be sure? Maybe she could remember some time Lincoln mentioned his family, but she couldn't remember a 'Lexa', sure she wouldn't forget that name... would she?

"Okay, you know what? Let's-" she pulls the toy back, closer to her as neither of them let go yet and she pulls out her phone "let's call Octavia shall we? I'm sure you understand my concern"

And oh that beautiful perfect face shifted into a wonderful smile, a cocky little stand as she shrugged "Sure, go on"

Clarke hesitated for a second, not wanting to disturb her best friend, her very busy, no bullshit best friend.

Her and Octavia met all the way back to the first day of college, their friend group grew and developed and stayed strong throughout the years. Clarke was there through Octavia's ups and downs, relationships and break ups. She was there when she met Lincoln at work while they were still in college, when Octavia swore left and right that she would never have children, cried for days scare that Lincoln might've wanted something different, and cheered with her when he seemed to be on the same page.

For twelve years they dated, the solid couple in their friend group, for twelve years they got used to answering old people's questions in the negative. They both climbed the ladder of their own carriers and maintained great relationships with their friends, and then at 34 years old, they decided they did want to try for a kid.

Soon as they tried, Octavia got pregnant.

With triplets.

Because the universe really wanted to test them, it seemed.

Today, those three baby boys were seven years old, and they were spolied rotten. With a group of economicaly successful, childless and competitive 40-something-years-old friends as aunts and uncles those kids got anything they could ever need and more. And that was only on Octavia's side.

The phone rang for over a minute and Clarke tried really hard not the stare at the teasing tilt of that mouth. Those lips were insane, if she could-

"Hey bi-...scut, what's up?"

"Hey O, uhm quick question, im here-

"Hey! Artie! I'm watching you... put it down. Thank you- Sorry, your question?"

"Don't you scowl at my little nephew"

"Don't try me, Griff"

"Sorry. Hey, im here at the store getting yet another of your petitions cause im great like that, and i came a cross... Lexa, she sai-

"No way! Woods!? What's she up to shopping the 22nd?"

"Hey Blake!" Lexa smiles at her, having heard Octavia's loudness through the phone on Clarke's ear.

"Yo! You're there with her? Put me on speaker!"

"I-" Clarke frowns unsure and confused. Why does Octavia sounds more excited to hear about Lexa than her own best friend.

"Hey girl, whatsha doing?" Octavia shouts through the phone before she can put it on speaker.

"Oh you know, just trying to convince your hostile best friend that im, in fact, you're boyfriend's cousin"

"Hostile-?!"

"Well you technically aren't so... try again"

"We've got a hold on the same and last gift on your list, can't let go if we're not sure it's for the same kid"

"Oh girl, it absolutely is. I've tell you, Clarke is miss overachiever, she's already got like four of them off the list" Octavia laughs.

"Four?!"

"Dont- this IS the fourth one! You're fucking welcome by the way" Clarke snaps, confused, a little offended and catching up on the fact that Octavia has spoken about her to Lexa.

"Oh don't be a baby, you know i love you! Listen, i have to go, but you two have... the green light or whatever, i know you both, im sure you can figure it out- Ethan! Don't- i have to go bye-!"

"Sooo..." Lexa starts after a minute of silence "now that you know and since this is your... fourth? Gift, could I, please, have this one"

"I-" Clarke is... speechless, a little. And Lexa looks way too good and she has no right because Clarke can't focus "no?"

"No?" Lexa frowns "c'mon, let me get them ONE gift, you've got them three"

"And i will be getting them a forth-! How do I know you haven't gotten them more?"

"I... don't know how to prove that to you" Lexa sighs, but doesn't look too worried "let's make a deal then, okay? Let's share the credit on this one"

Clarke doesn't say a word, simply tilts her head.

"We share the prize, we pack it and the card will say, from Clarke and Lexa. I know for a fact those kids looove you, and I know they love ME, so they'll be even more excited that their two amazing aunts got this hard-to-get-gift, together"

And okay fine, that is pretty amazing planning Clarke had to give her that. Also, packing and wrapping this gift will give her time to figure exactly what and how much Octavia has talked about her to this gorgeous woman she seemed to like so much.

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Carol AU

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Dec. 21 - Day 6: Secret Santa

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Clarke and Lexa are way too competitive and hold a snowball fight that gets out of hand

It's tradicion really.

As a gruop of friends assembled for been the children of a group of self-made millionaires friends, it's been a tradition since before they were even born to spend Christmas all together.

With not grandparents to speak of, they were each other's only family and best friends. They didn't always attend the same school, with supportive parents with the money to put their kids in whichever school worked best for their abilities and preferences they stopped sharing classes from a very young age.

Maintaining the friendship was easy though, as busy as all of their parents were, their own will to see each other made it easy for the second generation to hang out often.

So here they were, all six only children, old enough to beginning planning for a third generation, having a snow fight out back their holiday 'cabin' -one more mansion, even bigger than their houses- as tradition demands.

Luna has built a fortress around herself, planning killer moves on anyone who dares attack her. Wells is trying his best to sneak around anyone's back and running back to base as soon as he gets caught. Roan is trying to tear down walls with each snow ball thrown, opting for sheer force. While Raven seems to be calculating the physics needed to not use much strength at all.

Clarke and Lexa, as usual, seem secured in their little bubble. Consciously or not, they built their walls away from the rest and too close to each other, close to trees they keep using to duck behind as they aim only at each other.

The competitiveness that their parents, Jake and Gustus, never had with each other wasn't pass down to them. Since they were little girl, sharing a classes only from first to second grade, everything was a competition. An amicable one always, never to hurt each other and always in the name of fun.

Third to eight grade was spent finding extracurriculars in which their school would face, just to face each other. High-school was the definitive constant competition, they both of them joined the soccer and basketball team all to be able to compete against each other all year long.

When their teammates aimed for a win to impress their parents, to secure scholarship or for their team, Clarke and Lexa aim for one more win against each other.

College chill them out and made them so much worse at the same time. Though both their hobbies aimed at creative spaces, Art for Clarke and Writing for Lexa, their dream jobs were both center in law, landing them both on the same school, and thus, the same sport teams.

Now here they were, a year out of grad school, and going for their fifth year official dating -too many years of hooking up on and off before that to count- enjoying just one of the many oportunities they alway found to compete.

"You're over Griffin! Two more hits to the head and you're out"

"Bold of you to assume you've got that good of an aim!"

Snowballs were thrown back and forth, laugher filled the air as some missed and some landed anywhere but each others heads.

"Uhh that's landing!" Clarke hears Raven shout across the yard and she looks up just in time to jump out of the way of a falling from the sky snow ball.

Raven!"

"We're playing the game, Griffin!"

"Well it didn't fucking land!"

"Oh fuck off!"

"In comming!" Is Lexa the one who shouts this time.

And Clarke only has time to turn but not to duck it as the snowball comes straight to her face.

"Ughsh-" she stutters out as snow hits her so strong she's knocked back to the ground.

Laugher from Roan and Raven reach her ears as she lays on the ground, only a triumphant 'Ha!' from Lexa though.

Clarke breaths half in from the ground before jumping up to lean on her side as she feels blood rush through her nose, she manages to avoid staining her clothes but the red looks so dramatic in the withe snow.

"Hey" Lexa is beside her in a second, one hand over her shoulder, the oder already working over her nose to check for anything broken "How much does it hurt?"

"Mmm, not much really. Don't think anything's broken"

"Let me be the judge of that. Come one lets get you inside"

"Fine. If this is you surrendering"

"I knocked you over with a head shot, how is that my surrendering?" Lexa frowns at her as she helps her stand and they start walking inside, their friends continuing the war on their own.

"You walked into enemy territory... to HELP the enemy, if that's not surrendering i don't know what is"

"You... are so ridiculous. Im not surrendering, if anything you're the one out of the fight" Lexa rolls her eyes and directs Clarke to lean over the sink.

"This is a pause. Unless you surrender, then it's my win"

"I'm- not surrendering" Lexa can't help but snort a laugh as she redirects Clarke's head back over the sink since she had turned to look at her.

They make a quick job of cleaning Clarke up and stuffing a paper towel into her nose to prevent more bleeding, then Lexa moves Clarke to sit at the kitchen counter as she gets her a glass of water.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to shoot you that hard" stealing a quick kiss, Lexa hands Clarke the glass.

Clarke only smiles and allows Lexa's arm so round her hips.

"Here's the deal-

"Clarke-

"Nono, listen. I'll give you last night, if you say i won today"

"Last night? We could argue that I did in fact win"

"Ooor, I could say you're right and you give me today" at Lexa's blank stare, Clarke continues "Five orgasm to three... honestly i deserves both wins"

"No. I get-

"Last night and you give me today. I don't get to brag about last night, let me have this one"

"I should be the one bragging... about both"

"Or i could make you feel really bad abut making me litterally bleed"

"You're evil"

"That's grad school for you, baby"

Lexa rolls her eyes one more time, looks away and considers as Clarke leans in to snuggle her face into her shoulder and neck.

"Fine" she sighs righ after Clarke -very purposely- kisses her neck. "I won last night, no arguments. And i... succumbed to the rules, surrendering to help my harmed enemy today. Giving you the win"

"Great!" Clarke grins wide, lifting her face and cupping Lexa's with her hands.

She looks goofy with a roll of paper sticking out of her nose, Lexa smiles lovingly at her still, before she's been dragged forward for a kiss.

"I want my prize"

"Mmm, what would you like" Lexa ask huskily, deepening the kiss.

"Im still deciding" Clarke sighs as she pulls her closer with her legs behind her back as well.

"You girls prepping lunch?" Gustus calls from the hallways jokingly.

They break apart and Clarke grunts a greeting at her girlfriend's father.

"What happened to your nose?!"

"Your daughter-

"Surrendered the fight to help her"

"And very gracefully gave me the win" Clarke finishes, shifting her face into a grin.

"You okay?"

"Im good, thanks"

"Okay then, you're both good to help with lunch" Gustus shifts his worried face into a grin so wide it almost looks fake.

They pair grunt a complaint but pull away from each other nonetheless.

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Dec. 20 - Day 5: Holiday Traditions

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Clarke and Lexa are way too competitive and hold a snowball fight that gets out of hand

It's tradicion really.

As a gruop of friends assembled for been the children of a group of self-made millionaires friends, it's been a tradition since before they were even born to spend Christmas all together.

With not grandparents to speak of, they were each other's only family and best friends. They didn't always attend the same school, with supportive parents with the money to put their kids in whichever school worked best for their abilities and preferences they stopped sharing classes from a very young age.

Maintaining the friendship was easy though, as busy as all of their parents were, their own will to see each other made it easy for the second generation to hang out often.

So here they were, all six only children, old enough to beginning planning for a third generation, having a snow fight out back their holiday 'cabin' -one more mansion, even bigger than their houses- as tradition demands.

Luna has built a fortress around herself, planning killer moves on anyone who dares attack her. Wells is trying his best to sneak around anyone's back and running back to base as soon as he gets caught. Roan is trying to tear down walls with each snow ball thrown, opting for sheer force. While Raven seems to be calculating the physics needed to not use much strength at all.

Clarke and Lexa, as usual, seem secured in their little bubble. Consciously or not, they built their walls away from the rest and too close to each other, close to trees they keep using to duck behind as they aim only at each other.

The competitiveness that their parents, Jake and Gustus, never had with each other wasn't pass down to them. Since they were little girl, sharing a classes only from first to second grade, everything was a competition. An amicable one always, never to hurt each other and always in the name of fun.

Third to eight grade was spent finding extracurriculars in which their school would face, just to face each other. High-school was the definitive constant competition, they both of them joined the soccer and basketball team all to be able to compete against each other all year long.

When their teammates aimed for a win to impress their parents, to secure scholarship or for their team, Clarke and Lexa aim for one more win against each other.

College chill them out and made them so much worse at the same time. Though both their hobbies aimed at creative spaces, Art for Clarke and Writing for Lexa, their dream jobs were both center in law, landing them both on the same school, and thus, the same sport teams.

Now here they were, a year out of grad school, and going for their fifth year official dating -too many years of hooking up on and off before that to count- enjoying just one of the many oportunities they alway found to compete.

"You're over Griffin! Two more hits to the head and you're out"

"Bold of you to assume you've got that good of an aim!"

Snowballs were thrown back and forth, laugher filled the air as some missed and some landed anywhere but each others heads.

"Uhh that's landing!" Clarke hears Raven shout across the yard and she looks up just in time to jump out of the way of a falling from the sky snow ball.

Raven!"

"We're playing the game, Griffin!"

"Well it didn't fucking land!"

"Oh fuck off!"

"In comming!" Is Lexa the one who shouts this time.

And Clarke only has time to turn but not to duck it as the snowball comes straight to her face.

"Ughsh-" she stutters out as snow hits her so strong she's knocked back to the ground.

Laugher from Roan and Raven reach her ears as she lays on the ground, only a triumphant 'Ha!' from Lexa though.

Clarke breaths half in from the ground before jumping up to lean on her side as she feels blood rush through her nose, she manages to avoid staining her clothes but the red looks so dramatic in the withe snow.

"Hey" Lexa is beside her in a second, one hand over her shoulder, the oder already working over her nose to check for anything broken "How much does it hurt?"

"Mmm, not much really. Don't think anything's broken"

"Let me be the judge of that. Come one lets get you inside"

"Fine. If this is you surrendering"

"I knocked you over with a head shot, how is that my surrendering?" Lexa frowns at her as she helps her stand and they start walking inside, their friends continuing the war on their own.

"You walked into enemy territory... to HELP the enemy, if that's not surrendering i don't know what is"

"You... are so ridiculous. Im not surrendering, if anything you're the one out of the fight" Lexa rolls her eyes and directs Clarke to lean over the sink.

"This is a pause. Unless you surrender, then it's my win"

"I'm- not surrendering" Lexa can't help but snort a laugh as she redirects Clarke's head back over the sink since she had turned to look at her.

They make a quick job of cleaning Clarke up and stuffing a paper towel into her nose to prevent more bleeding, then Lexa moves Clarke to sit at the kitchen counter as she gets her a glass of water.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to shoot you that hard" stealing a quick kiss, Lexa hands Clarke the glass.

Clarke only smiles and allows Lexa's arm so round her hips.

"Here's the deal-

"Clarke-

"Nono, listen. I'll give you last night, if you say i won today"

"Last night? We could argue that I did in fact win"

"Ooor, I could say you're right and you give me today" at Lexa's blank stare, Clarke continues "Five orgasm to three... honestly i deserves both wins"

"No. I get-

"Last night and you give me today. I don't get to brag about last night, let me have this one"

"I should be the one bragging... about both"

"Or i could make you feel really bad abut making me litterally bleed"

"You're evil"

"That's grad school for you, baby"

Lexa rolls her eyes one more time, looks away and considers as Clarke leans in to snuggle her face into her shoulder and neck.

"Fine" she sighs righ after Clarke -very purposely- kisses her neck. "I won last night, no arguments. And i... succumbed to the rules, surrendering to help my harmed enemy today. Giving you the win"

"Great!" Clarke grins wide, lifting her face and cupping Lexa's with her hands.

She looks goofy with a roll of paper sticking out of her nose, Lexa smiles lovingly at her still, before she's been dragged forward for a kiss.

"I want my prize"

"Mmm, what would you like" Lexa ask huskily, deepening the kiss.

"Im still deciding" Clarke sighs as she pulls her closer with her legs behind her back as well.

"You girls prepping lunch?" Gustus calls from the hallways jokingly.

They break apart and Clarke grunts a greeting at her girlfriend's father.

"What happened to your nose?!"

"Your daughter-

"Surrendered the fight to help her"

"And very gracefully gave me the win" Clarke finishes, shifting her face into a grin.

"You okay?"

"Im good, thanks"

"Okay then, you're both good to help with lunch" Gustus shifts his worried face into a grin so wide it almost looks fake.

They pair grunt a complaint but pull away from each other nonetheless.

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Dec. 19 - Day 4: Snowed In

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Lexa hangs mistletoe over her underwear and tells Clarke to kiss her there

Clarke sighs as she finally enters the small apartment she shares with her fiancee. Working retail during the holiday season, even if at an art shop she always dreamed of working at, is tiring work no matter what.

The apartment is quiet, the kitchen lights off and the living room is unusually empty. Finding it strange that Lexa seems to not yet be home, Clarke hangs her scarf and coat by the door, shoes following it as demanded the moment her and Lexa started living together, and makes her way to the bedroom.

As she does, soft christmas jazz reaches her ears, the light below the door obvious now.

She smirks and opens the door.

The moment Lexa hears the door open she holds the small piece of mistletoe to in her hands, lifting it above her head. She watches as Clarke enters the room and her eyes immediately focus on her and her outfit. Lexa must admit it took her a while to find the courage to buy it as she walked through the mall before finally marching inside the store, finding her size and avoiding eye contact with the cashier as she refused any members cards and seasonal sales.

Judging by Clarke's expression, the lacy red lingerie had been a good choice, the furry white pomp poms giving it all the christmas spirit.

"Aren't you a jolly sight." Clarke comments with a wink, eyes still traveling from long legs sprawled on the bed to the red lace between them, to the bitable stomach and the bra keeping perk small breats pushed together, flush red from the hotness of the room. Red lips smile and a hand shakes the little leaves above her head.

"Tradition says you have to kiss whatever is underneath the mistletoe." Lexa whispers above the gentle music, hooded eyed following Clarke as she discards her polo and jeans, thrown carelessly on the ground.

Lexa's smile grows as Clarke slowly crawls onto bed, hands planted by Lexa's hips and their faces come closer, "wouldn't want to break tradition now would we?"

The kiss is gentle for just a moment, a welcome home greeting before passion takes over and the red lipstick Lexa wears is smudged by passionate kissing and biting, forcing her against the pillows of their bed, the weight of her body against hers maling Lexa softly moan.

As Clarke continues her worship of her mouth, Lexa's hand lowers slowly, placing the mistletoe neatly between her chest.

Between kisses, she manages to speak, "It seems... the mistletoe... as been moved." She finishes chasing Clarke's lips as she pulls away, a smirk spreading across Lexa's face when Clarke finds it.

When Clarke does nothing but stare with glossed over eyes at Lexa's chest, a chuckle leaves Lexa, tapping her on her button nose.

"Tradition love, remember?"

"Kiss whatever is under the mistletoe..." she whispers, transfixed on Lexa's chest where the small plant rests, her breasts pressed together into an intoxicating pillow of soft and plush flesh.

Clarke looks up at her and a devilish smirk follows the wave of understatement.

Obediently, Clarke's lips find said flesh, leaving a trail of kisses and licks wherever it passes. With her teeth, she brings the light lace fabric of the cups down, lips warming the hard nipples trapped behind it.

Below her Lexa's nails draw trails on Clarke's back, moaning and sighing at her ministrations and worship her chest, one tit flooding out of her mouth as the other is knitted and squeezed by a knowledgeable hand, refusing to leave it out of the action.

The mistletoe is unable to be removed in secret this time but Clarke follows Lexa's movement with it carefully, leaving a trail of kisses on her stomach and round hips as Lexa allows it to go lower and lower, before she finally places it on top of the dampened dark lace that covers her core, but not for long.

A wet, open-mouthed kiss is delivered to the lace, making Lexa shiver out a moan. Mistletoe forgotten, Clarke tosses it on the bed, set on kissing what she truly desires.

As she pushes the lacy underwear to the side, Clarke pauses, mouth watering at the sight of Lexa's glistening cunt, shinning as the twinkling lights they hang over their bedroom door shine on it.

She does not waste time starting her christmas feast. With her lips attatched to Lexa's clit, her tongue moves gently before it peaks up the pace, leaving Lexa a moaning squirming pile of wetness. Clarke pressed her hips to the bed with her hand, before making sure to stuff Lexa with 3 fingers, her movements slow and deep, moving them out only to substitute them with her tongue for a moment.

Between moans and heavy breathing, Lexa's hand searches the bed for the mistletoe. Clarke feels her movements, eyes following her hand and she builds up Lexa's orgasm.

Ever the romantic, she watches as Lexa moves the mistletoe above her head once again.

Her lips gently brush Lexa's supple ones, the red now gone from them. Her own taste lingers there and Lexan moans the moment Clarke's presses their lips together.

"There you go baby, cum for me pretty girl."

With three fingers deeply inside and a thumb pressing against the sensive bud, Lexa comes undone underneath Clarke, soaking the lace and their covers beneath her.

Clarke softly kisses her, letting her ride out her orgasm. When she opens her eyes, Lexa's hand is at the level of Clarke's crotch, the mistletoe resting on top of the hardness there, a smirk on her tired face.

"My turn to kiss underneath the mistletoe."

[clexmas24]

Every winter, Arkadia hosts a tournament that draws hopefuls from all the surrounding kingdoms, meaning to prove themselves in swordplay, archery and jousting. Every winter, Princess Clarke is prepared to be bored out of her mind throughout the entire affair. She is, however, not prepared for Polis, with its newly formed Coalition and mysterious Commander, to suddenly make an appearance at the tournament, for the first time in over fifty years.

don't mind me, just committing some medieval AU shennanigans

for Clexmas 2024 Day 3 - Under the mistletoe

[clexmas24]

Clarke and Lexa are rivals but find themselves under a mistletoe. Will they set aside their dislike for each other and kiss?

Okay! Here we go, this one I made an entire world in my head 😅

For Day 3: Under the Mistletoe

So, out of a college group of friends, Clarke and Lexa were the only one who were part of sorority houses. Opposite houses (in the frat house way) they don't hate each other, but they're always bunking heads and keep it chill for their friends. They're 24yo now, three years after college and like every year they meet for a Christmas party at Raven's place, her huge childhood home she inherited from her mother, Becca.

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As Clarke ring the bell of her bbf's house, always the vip guest and perpetually late anyways, she looks around to have her luck meet the most puntual person of their group of friends.

"Hey look at that, you're puntual for once!"

"Of course you would be here before everyone else" Clarke rolls her eyes.

"Heyo! Bitches!" Raven yells from inside the house as the front door opens on its own. "You liked it? My own creation, automatic door!"

"Fancy!" Clarke nods approvingly, and bumps shoulders with Lexa as they both start to walk in.

They frown at each other as Raven calls "Okay kissy-kissy now!"

"What?"

"Excuse me?" Lexa yelps.

Raven grins wide, pouting her lips and making kissing gestures with her hands before laughing and pointing at the top of the doorframe "Mistletoe!"

"What the fuck?"

"Absolutely no!"

"Absolutely yess! That's the rule! You can kiss or you can't enter my house!"

"Raven!" Clarke scowls.

"I mean yeah, you can come in and kiss me too" she says puting her lips again.

"If I kiss you i don't have to kiss her?" Clarke points her thumb at Lexa.

"Oh no, i said too, as in as well" Raven giggles.

"Then im not kissing you"

"Well you can wait in there all you want, but I would worry if i were you or you'll both have to kiss the next person!" She calls walking away into the kitchen.

"Fine" Clarke huffs

"Fine what? Im not going to kiss you"

"Are you going to just wait for the next person?"

"Im actually considering it" Lexa rolls her eyes.

"Do you really hate me that much?"

"I don't hate you!" Looks down, Clarke see the chance and takes it.

Her right hand cups Lexa's face, left one grabs her wrist in case she wants to slap her. She leans in to capture her lips, pushing Lexa against the doorframe.

Lexa inhales sharply, right hand immobilized, left hand up to grab Clarke's right wrist. She returns the kiss, and chases when Clarke pulls away.

"Wasn't that bad, was it?" Clarke huffs and enters the house.

Lexa listens to her greet Raven and scowl at her while she cheers excitedly. She takes a minute to recover, touching her lips with her fingers, shaken, at how much her body reacted to Clarke's kiss.

"That's a pretty fucked up idea of fun" Lexa says after she enters and closes the door behind her.

"You say that because you were the first! But from here on our you're going to have a huge laugh with each new guest!"

And they do. The very next person to ring the bell is Anya, Raven's long time, not very secret crush.

Followed by Bellamy.

"Im not going to kiss a guy! Let alone Bellamy!"

"Let alone? What's that supposed to mean?!"

"If you don't wanna kiss each other, Raven said you can both kiss her!" Clarke shouts with laugher and Lexa laughs with her.

Raven turns to them alarmed as Anya starts walking in "I ment that only for you" she hisses.

"I'll take it" Anya says, and when Raven turns to look at her, realizing she's this close, Anya cups her face with both hands and kisses her for a hot minute.

Then, she casually lets go and goes sit with Lexa.

Bellamy walks closer to do the same with an 'I guess' gesture, and Raven pushes him away "You go wait for the next person!" With a frown as she tries not to blush.

"Does nobody wants to kiss me?" He pouts.

"Noo!" They all shout in unison, full of laughter.

"Yo, did you had to kiss Clarke?" Anya asks, and turnes into the human representation of :🤣