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I’m finally back on my feet and have posted a new work!
“Twenty-Four Letters Till Christmas”
Twenty-four letters.
One December.
A quiet, tender story about words that arrive on time, coincidences that refuse to stay coincidences, and the courage to take one step forward when it finally matters.
Read it on AO3
I started this piece on December 1st.
Every day — one chapter, one letter.
And on December 24th, the story was finished.
It turned out quiet, warm, and very personal — exactly the kind of story I think December should hold.
This month wasn’t easy: a lot of work, deadlines, trips, getting sick — everything at once. But I made it to the end, and that matters to me more than I can say.
Enjoy reading — I really hope you like it ❤️
Even the one moment of peace she'd stolen away with Lexa in their walk-in pantry had been thwarted by her baby cousin Charlotte flinging the door open, just to turn around and holler to the rest of the kitchen (like the little snitch that she was), “Found ‘em! Dey're kithing again.”
The only saving grace had been cousin Beth hollering right back, “Well it's their house, they can kiss whenever they want! Just ask ‘em to hand you the extra bag of chips, and scram!”
She just never thought she'd have to do a walk of shame out of her own damn pantry.
Pretty sure I have missed out on participating in all previous Clexmas celebrations. Well... not this year!!
A fun snippet from my one shot series Imperfectly Perfect that just randomly popped into my head.
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“What time is this thing again?” Clarke yelled from the kitchen as Lexa walked into her apartment.
It wasn’t a large space, but it was modern and perfect for Clarke. Her favorite part was the view and from the spare bedroom overlooking the river. At night, the city lights glowed, creating a picturesque scene. She had painted it several times, everyone different. Some captured the setting sun, others the dreary rain with pops of color from the lights reflecting off the raindrops on the window.
Lexa placed Clarke’s mail onto the counter next to a triple shot cortado she had bought for her, and gave her a quick kiss.
“Six thirty.”
“And I have to be dressed up?” Clarke asked. She’d had a long night at work, responding to a higher than usual number of emergency calls and had struggled to fall asleep. “You’re lucky I like you, Woods.”
“If I remember correctly, you love me.” She wrapped her hands around Clarke, snuggling into her. “I know it’s last minute but a few of the volunteers who were supposed to be Santa’s helpers came down with the flu and the Colonel is desperate.” Lexa told her.
Clarke signed. She loved Lexa and wanted to help her, but she couldn’t think of anything she owned that was festive or could pass as elf attire. Plus, it was one of her few nights off.
“The only thing I own that is Christmassy is an ugly sweater and some holiday fuzzy socks.”
Lexa turned Clarke around so she could see her, and placed her arms on Clarke’s shoulders.
“I got this, Clarke.” Lexa reassured her, rubbing her hands up and down Clarke’s arms. “I know you had a long night. So, take this coffee and go shower. I’ll raid your closet and put something together.”
Clarke smiled. Lexa always had a way of calming her worries.
“Okay.” She said.
The hot shower was just what Clarke needed to raise her spirits, and the coffee had put a pep in her step that was a definite must if she was going to have to in the Christmas spirit. She was just starting to dry off when she heard Lexa call out to her.
With the towel wrapped around her, she opened the door, hoping to see clothes laid out on the bed. There were a pair of green socks and maroon leggings she wore to workout in. It was a start. Then she heard Lexa in her closet.
“Lex? You alright? Need help finding something?”
“Actually,” Lexa stepped out with her hands behind her back and a shit eating grin on her face. “I think I found more than I bargained for.”
Clarke narrowed her eyes, confused. She couldn’t think of anything in the closet that would make Lexa smile like the Cheshire Cat.
“I believe you told me that the only Christmas clothing you owned were ugly sweaters and socks.” It was a statement, but Clarke could hear the questions. “I beg to differ.”
As Lexa started to move her hands to the front, white and red printed fabric could be seen, and Clarke’s eyes widened in surprise. She had completely forgotten about that outfit. It had been tossed into a box years ago, along with the crap relationship it had been tied to.
In front of her body, Lexa held a green, transparent, lingerie nighty, with a small, felt, red bow placed strategically over the button of the split front. Completing the outfit was a green silk elf hat and long, candy cane stockings.
Clarke’s hands covered her face in embarrassment; not from having sexy night attire, but because of the theme, it’s general tackiness, and the reason for the purchase.
“Oh my god.” Clarke mumbled. “It not what you think.” How would she explain that Raven had bought that for her as a gag gift when she was dating Kilian after she complained about how boring he was in the sack.
“It’s not…” Clarke huffed and looked up at Lexa who was still smiling.
“I really hope you aren’t about to say it’s not yours, because I for one definitely think this would put me in the giving spirit, if you know what I mean.” Lexa wiggled her eyes suggestively.
“I am not wearing that thing.” Clarke stated.
“Not to the fundraiser, Clarke. It’s definitely not work friendly. I mean for me.”
Clarke shook her head.
“Why not?” Lexa was genuinely curious; Clarke was always so confident with herself in bed so to see her hesitate was out of the norm.
“It’s was a gag gift. From long ago.”
Lexa looked back down at it and saw a tag still attached to the hat.
“It may have been, but I think you’d look amazing in this.” Lexa walked up to Clarke. “Maybe it can be an early Christmas present for yours truly.” She suggested, pulling Clarke in slowly to kiss her.
She knew they had a party to go to, but Lexa couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy her girlfriend would look in the lingerie she was holding.
Clarke’s lips were soft, even more than normal thanks to the hot shower. Lexa parted her mouth, wanting to taste more of Clarke. Her breath hitched as Clarke pulled away slightly, running her tongue over Lexa’s plump bottom lip, before leaning in to kissing her with more fervor.
Lexa ran her hand up Clarke’s back over the towel, and to her neck, pulling her deeper in. Through the haze of lust, it clicked that Clarke was still only in a towel. Lexa had just started to lean back to rid her of the obstruction when her cell phone chimed, bringing her back to reality.
Not ready to pull apart fully, Lexa rested her forehead on Clarke’s. It took a few breaths for Lexa to steady her racing heart.
“How about, after the party, we can start where we left off, but with you wearing that?” Lexa slightly nodded her head towards the lingerie she had tossed to the ground moments ago. “And I can work my way off the naughty list for making you go to this thing?”
Clarke chuckled slightly. “I don’t know. You’re pretty high on the list.”
Lexa leaned in and kissed her one more time, sending a ripple through Clarke. “I can be pretty persuasive.” She whispered and then pulled back. “I’ll be off the list so quick.”
Clarke and Lexa buy their first Christmas tree as a couple and decorate it together
HI! A year later, here I am!
Merry Clexmas kru, this is a continuation of one of last year's little snippets, I bring to you this time: for Clexamas25 Day 1 Home for the Holidays
Mid-Life Christmas
Clarke and Lexa met a year ago, gift hunting for the last gift in the list for the same triplets. A love 15 years in the making that feels so natural to slip into... enjoy 🤭
A year went by in the blink of an eye. Christmas came and went with bitten smiles and texts they just couldn't stop sending.
January was a haste of work trips, more texts, and dates at odd times and odd days. Kisses that felt both forbidden and meant to be at the same time, late nights sweating and talking and laughing, and mornings that could be as lazy as they could be hurried.
It took half of February for Clarke to face Octavia, a light argument of "Fifteen years?! Blake!" vs "A lifetime of your stubbornness, Griffin!" settled over laughs and grumbles and a few too many glasses of wine that got her confessing more than she was planning to say so soon.
Spring and Summer were work trips turned small vacations for one or the other and weekends spent with their friends and nephews pretending like they were all just friends.
The fall brought comfort of a well know changing schedule, afternoons spent cozied up under blankets that could be their own as much as they could belong to hotel rooms. Clarke's 42nd birthday and a "Bitch just kiss your girl, we all know what's going on!" followed by Lexa’s casual "I haven't spent more than a day in a row in my place for the past three months" turned into Lexa moving in with her and their relationship truly settling for them both.
And now it was winter again, December 22nd again and here they were, right where it all began, having learned nothing about not shopping so close to Christmas.
This time though, they already had all their gifts selected and wrapped, it somehow hadn’t occurred to them that they would be missing the most important decoration of this festivity. They really thought that with both their decorations combined they would be settled for a perfect winter wonderland at home.
After a moving in that took an entire month with both of their busy schedules, and a decoration date that turned into a whole three weeks of setting everything up off and on, Lexa didn’t think to mention that her tree was a 6ft tall unidimensional frame where she hung her ornaments, and Clarke completely forgot that her ancient 3ft tall tree had been taken away by her mother after finally moving back to Clarke’s childhood home.
So, when all the holiday decorations were finally up, and they were officially free from work, the tree boxes still full of ornaments looked out of place in a corner of the room where they finally noticed with laughs that took their breath away, that they were missing a Christmas tree.
They had decided on the spot that they would get ready and head out to get one. They took their time getting ready, taking a shower together that definitely slowed them down when they got sidetracked, but eventually they were presentable enough to go shopping.
The discussion starts way before they see their options. They both agree that they need a fake tree, one they can re-use for years to come and Clarke knows the good quality brands. The problem starts when Lexa says she wants a 6ft tall tree… and Clarke wants a copy of her 3ft tall one.
They enter the store laughing at each other’s arguments and tugging at each other to get the other to listen to them.
“Clarke, we have three boxes worth of ornaments, we can’t get a small tree!”
“We’re not gonna be using all of them though”
“Obviously, not everything is going to match-”
“Obviously, since yours are so flat”
“They’re not!” Lexa gasps, stopping her steps “They’re elegant!” she scoffs, and allows Clarke to tug her forward as they continue looking for the right aisle.
“They’re flat. Boring even” Clarke says as she turns to face her, planting herself in front of Lexa and getting a growled kiss for it “but it’s fine, you didn’t know me then, you couldn't have known how to have taste”
Lexa gasps against her lips and kisses her strongly to stop Clarke’s giggles.
“That is wild coming from someone whose entire mug collection can’t match a single pair”
“Hey! We’re talking about Christmas décor, not kitchen clutter”
It’s Lexa’s time to giggle, and with another kiss, it’s also her time to tug Clarke to keep walking.
“Listen, all I’m saying is that one day, not too far from now, we won’t be able to bend down to place ornaments. We can't have a tree that can't be on a table. We need to think of our future!”
“We can get a 5ft tree” Lexa suggest “that can be placed in a short table, later in life”
“Lexa! 5ft tree on a 3ft table is 8ft tall! We won't be able to reach that!” Clarke laughs as they near the tree section.
“Chairs exist!” Lexa shrugs “And ladders, and tables… Not to mention, we're only 40-
“42”
“We're healthy! And athletic-
“We're not athletic” Clarke snorts followed by giggles she can’t stop.
“I run everyday”
“You don't run- everyday”
“I run” Lexa corrects mid-sentence as she turns to level Clarke with a look that lacks seriousness “And my point stands” She says as her arms loop over Clarke’s shoulder, and she’s pulled closer by hands that round her hips and rest dangerously close to her butt. “We're healthy, our knees will be fine in the close years to come. We can get a tree that starts a foot from the floor”
Clarke kisses her then and Lexa can feel the frown she didn’t know she was carrying lift from her eyebrows. They kiss for a hot minute, forgetting they’re in the middle of the store for what feels like only a few seconds.
“I'm going to settle it at 4 feet” Clarke says against her lips once they part with dizzy smiles, she pairs it with a stubborn scrunch of her nose.
“Claaarke” Lexa groans with half a laugh, throwing her head back and rolling it back down with a whine “four is so small”
“Baby” Clarke tasks, her lips ghosting over hers “I know you like lengths of 8…" one singular raised eyebrow marks her point as she whispers "but 4 is a perfectly reasonable size"
With a wink and a soft peck to her lips, Clarke untangles herself from Lexa's arms and turns away in search of her selected tree.
Lexa is too stunned to do anything more than stand there with a shocked open mouth grin on her face.
“Look! This is one is perfect, it's not even too bushy”
Shaking her head, Lexa follows Clarke and loops her arms around her waist from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder and pouting even though Clarke can’t see it.
“My sexual preferences aside…” she starts, making Clarke giggle as she leans back into her arms “we really won’t be able to fit half of all our ornaments there”
“Half our ornaments -aka mine- fit on a tree smaller than this one”
“Babe do the math” Lexa tsks “A 3ft tall tree holds 1 box of them, and a 6ft tall, unidimensional one holds 2 of them; we need at least a 5ft tall, tridimensional tree”
“What math even is that?!” Clarke gasps out a laugh as she turns her head to look at Lexa.
“6ft in 3D is 2, plus another 3ft; 5ft” Lexa shrugs, but Clarke keeps frowning with another snort “Just-” Lexa kisses her side of her head and whispers into Clarke’s ear “trust me, okay?”
She kisses under Clarke’s earlobe, making her girlfriend shiver. Clarke turns in her arms with a sultry look and leans in to whisper into her ear.
“Keep talking to me like that, and kissing me in the right spots, and you might convince me”
They giggle as Clarke slips away and hops joyfully in search of a new option; Lexa follows with greedy hands that grab at Clarke’s hips to keep her close as they penguin-walk their way through the trees.
It takes Lexa a few more kisses and giggles to convince Clarke to go bigger, and it takes Clarke a single dirty sentence to convince Lexa that they don’t need anymore height for their tree. They settle at 4 feet and 6 inches, they pick a nice tree of a quality Clarke approves and a price neither find outrageous. They fit it in the back seat of Clarke’s jeep and take it home before the sun is down.
Assembling the tree consists of Clarke continuously telling Lexa that she knows what she’s doing and they don’t need instructions, until Lexa gives up on handing Clarke pieces she asks for -but clearly doesn't know what to do with- and decides to get hot chocolate as she lets her girlfriend figure it out.
They sit on the couch considering their mixed ornaments once Clarke’s done -and Lexa has mocked her for taking twice the time the instructions said she would- They tell each other stories about how they got each one, and make up stories about those they want to keep but the other wants to throw away.
“It has sentimental value!”
“Bullshit! You’ve never been to Canada!”
“Well no, but… I should get points for creativity”
Between laughs, tickles, wandering hands and warm kisses, they agree on a selection and start hanging them on their new tree. With more laughs, bumping hips and even more kisses they contest for the better -and worse- spots for their ornaments.
A few hours later, they lay under the tree, sweaty and spent, laughing and still kissing after successfully finishing their Christmas decorations.
“Told you it’d look holy from down here” Clarke hushes against the skin of Lexa’s neck.
“Not that our backs are thanking us for it” Lexa snorts but does nothing to move from their spot.
“Your back, I’m fine”
“Because you were on top the entire time! I hope your knees make you regret it tomorrow”
“I don’t think you want me to regret it, Woods” Lexa hums a giggle in agreement and they pull each other impossibly closer, enjoying the warmth of their bodies together.
“However,…” Clarke continues “If I were to regret it, that would mean I was right for wanting to get a table tree”
Lexa laughs loudly at that, squeezing Clarke’s sides.
“We would’ve probably ended up down here either way”
“Mmmhmm” Clarke giggles as she lifts her head from Lexa’s shoulder “Yeah, probably. No one should look that sexy in a silly sweater”
“I agree” Lexa smirks “You should be arrested for that crime” She whispers, scrunching up her nose with a smile.
Clarke giggles, imitating the face and bumping her nose with hers before kissing her.
In a world where the seige of the Mountain was successful and Lexa never betrayed Skaikru, a very different scene unfolds as winter settles into Polis...
A cold wind slips through the thick curtains, and Clarke sinks lower into the steaming water of the bath, making Lexa chuckle softly. The beautiful blonde woman narrows her eyes as she looks up, but Lexa just smirks as she steps into the water to join her lover. Clarke shifts back slightly and Lexa allows herself to settle between Clarke's thighs.
The water is warm enough that it stings her cold toes, but Lexa is used to the sensation, and it's easy to ignore. Clarke's arms slipping around her, however, are impossible to ignore. She leans back against her lover, allowing Clarke to hold her.
When she had first extended the invitation for Clarke to spend the winter in Polis, something in her had been hesitant—not to mention the absolute fit that Titus threw. It has been a long time since she has allowed herself to care for anyone. But there is simply something about Clarke that she is drawn to, and so far, Clarke hasn't let her down. Titus continues to insist that love is weakness, but Lexa has seen Clarke in action—since the seige at Maun-de, where the blonde Skaikru warrior managed to kill them all, Clarke has been called Wanheda.
Lexa is not worried about loving Clarke. And it is love that she feels, she knows. She is strong, a warrior, a survivor. Costia was not weak by any means, but Lexa can admit now that they were young and ill-prepared. This love with Clarke is different. Clarke is so alike to her that Lexa knows she will not ever have to choose between Clarke, and the people. Especially now that Skaikru are a part of the people.
"What are you thinking about?" Clarke's voice is soft in her ear, and Lexa realizes that her mind has been wandering. Turning her head, she finds Clarke's lips with her own, then smiles.
"Ai hod yu in, Klark kom Skaikru," she murmurs, watching Clarke's beautiful blue eyes widen, lips turning up in a smile.
"I love you, too, Lexa," Clarke answers without hesitation, and Lexa feels her heart flutter pleasantly behind her ribs.
"Thank you for agreeing to stay here with me," she says softly, letting her head fall back to rest against Clarke's shoulder.
"This is the only place I want to be," Clarke tells her. "Even if Titus never stops trying to get rid of me," she continues with a chuckle. Lexa huffs a soft laugh, followed by a sigh.
"Titus will adjust," she says simply. Lexa can feel the silent shake of Clarke's chest in her amusement.
With a small smile, she turns her face into Clarke's throat, lacing her fingers with Clarke's under the water. She feels Clarke's lips against her forehead, and warmth that has nothing to do with the water floods her veins.
It's as they are getting out of the bath that she notices something catch Clarke's attention. All of the sudden, the blonde warrior's eyes widen and she moves towards the balcony. Lexa's brows lift as Clarke only wraps a cloak around her naked body before stepping out into the cold, and she can't do anything but follow—she grabs a much thicker blanket to wrap herself in, though.
"Were you not just complaining of the cold?" Lexa asks, her voice lilting softly in her amusement as she joins Clarke on the tower balcony.
When she steps out, though, the scene she finds quiets the next bit of teasing she'd had ready on her lips. The wind has taken a break, it seems, but Lexa knows that won't last long. That isn't what catches her attention, though.
Standing in the middle of the balcony, Clarke stands with her face upturned, one hand outstretched while the other clutches the edges of her cloak to keep it closed around her. Lexa can see her lover shivering, but it is obvious that Clarke isn't paying any attention to the cold. Her focus is on the tiny, fluttering white flakes that are tumbling softly from the sky.
For a long moment, Lexa just watches her, fascinated by the nearly childlike awe on Clarke's face as she watches the snowflakes fall. Lexa watches her reach up, watches the flakes melt as soon as they touch Clarke's warm skin, watches the awe in those blue eyes shift to something like fascination and then back to awe. Clarke is just as beautiful like this, she thinks, as she is painted for war.
Sometimes, Lexa forgets that Clarke has spent the majority of her life in space. She has taken so easily to life here, that sometimes, it feels as though she's always been here. But it is moments like this that remind Lexa of these things, and she thinks how lucky she is to have found a partner in the woman before her.
"This…this is snow, right?" Clarke's awe is just as obvious in her voice as it is in her eyes, and when she finally looks at Lexa, Lexa smiles.
"Mhmm," she hums with a nod, and finally steps further out onto the balcony. "The first snow of the season does not stick for long, but there will be more," she explains quietly.
When she reaches Clarke, Lexa chuckles softly as she brushes some of the hardier snowflakes from Clarke's hair. Clarke's gaze flicks over her face and hair, and Lexa imagines that her hair is also accumulating snowflakes at this point.
"I've never seen real snow before," Clarke admits, making Lexa smile.
"I know, niron," she murmurs in reply. "Now come in and get dressed before you freeze. Then, we can stand out here for as long as you want," Lexa adds pointedly, reaching out and gently tugging Clarke back inside.
Sure enough, as soon as they're clothed, Clarke pulls her back out to the balcony. Lexa isn't sure how long they spend out there, but she doesn't care. Watching Clarke try to catch snowflakes in her hands—and on her tongue at one point—is enough to keep Lexa rooted there. And in the morning, when she finds a sketch of herself, wrapped only in a blanket with snowflakes on her eyelashes, Lexa doesn't bother wondering when Clarke found the time to draw it. She just smiles, slips back into bed beside her lover, and looks forward to an entire season of mornings like this one.
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Dec. 14 - Day 1: Home For the Holidays
Dec. 15 - Day 2: Cocktails and Candy Canes
Dec. 16 - Day 3: Naughty or Nice
Dec. 17 - Day 4: Snow Day
Dec. 18 - Day 5: Holiday Traditions
Dec. 19 - Day 6: Basically a Hallmark Movie
Dec. 20 - Day 7: Free Day
Did farm clexa ever carve a pumpkin and put Madi inside when she was a baby?
That is actually the plot for what was going to be the continuation of Pumpkin Spice Craving! Here's a little snippet from it :)
"Ma!" Madi sounds out again planted on the floor, surrounded by an entire council of plushie critters. She’s still scared of the cows and horses, real or stuffed, but seems to have taken an affinity for the soft versions of the critters that tend to make their small farm a home.
"Yes, ducky?” Lexa asks, absent midedly, eyes still trying to grasp the last paragraph of the book page, taking any chance she can to get her daily reading in.
“Uh!” The baby exclaims, pointing at the window, “Ma!”
Staring out the window, Lexa’s eyes fall on Clarke walking through the backyard, a massive faded orange pumpkin in her arms, mud boots sinking down in the wet ground as she walks with the added weight, a grin morphin from ear to ear when she sees Madi excitedly bouncing on her chubby legs, perched on the small table by the window.
“What does mama have there, baby? Is it a pumpkin?” Lexa coos at her daughter as she lifts her from the ground, watching Clarke drop the off shape pumpkin on their picnic table by the kitchen door with clear pride, shaking any dirt it might have gotten on her flannel and overalls off. She quickly turns back to them, urging them to come outside with her hand.
In her arms Madi wiggles with excitement at her mama’s present, babbling away as she points to it, “Ma! Uh!”
“You wanna go see the pumpkin ducky?”
Madi lets out an excited shriek at the proposal, wiggling more violently, never the type to stay still for long and Lexa chuckles at her, kissing a rosy cheek before making her way outside, although not before fighting to get her jiggling baby inside a warm coat.
“Ma! Ma!” Madi exclaims the moment Lexa opens the back door, extending her little arms in Clarke’s direction, who comes running to take her daughter into her arms.
“Do you like the pumpkin mama got for you, baby? It’s so big isn’t it, Madi?” Voice full of excitement and pride, Clarke delivers a few wet kisses to her daughter cheeks, purposefully ignoring her wife’s questioning eyes. She knows fully well she was very explicitly asked to bring a small pumpkin for Madi to decorate, not a squash so big it had taken all of Clarke’s muscle mass and will power not to drop on the floor along with all the pretty pennies it cost.
To her question, Madi drums on the pumpkin with both hands, giggling at the sound it makes.
“What’s your game plan here, my love?” Lexa questions into the nape of her neck, arms wrapped around Clarke’s mid section, “‘Cause I’m almost certain this was not what I asked you to get. Do you plan on having her decorate this for the next five years?” There is humor in her voice, and Clarke sighs, realizing she is not in that much trouble for going rogue on her pumpkin purchase.
“Well,” Clarke starts, focused on helping Madi stand by the squash without falling, “My plan was for the three of us to decorate it together. I’ll gut it, you can carve it since you insist I don’t do it right -”
“- You don’t.”
“- and then we can let her go ham on the painting!” Clarke finishes her case, purposefully ignoring Lexa’s comment, “Also, it was so much cheaper than buying three pumpkins, Monty must be insane, seven bucks a pumpkin? Is the moonshine not selling well this year?”
Lexa chuckles and bites her lip as she stares at Madi and the her-sized pumpkin, the little girl happily slaps while babbling away. She’d envision Madi’s first halloween in detail since the past fall, when cravings and back pain kept her awake at night, including the adorable crochet duck costume Lexa started working on a couple weeks ago. She guesses the tiny, perfectly round pumpkin in her vision can easily be swapped by the wonky shaped one that seems to have marveled her daughter so much.
“I think I have a big enough candle to light it properly.” She finally speaks up, turning her head to plant a kiss in Clarke’s neck before she leaves her wife side to go and take Madi away from the pumpkin she is trying to get on top of with shaky legs.
The baby whines and kicks as she is taken away from her new toy, a pout settling on her lips that a kiss from her mother quickly wipes away.
Clarke smiles brightly at her, “Of course you do.”
With the baby propped on her hip, Lexa turns back to her wife, a smile pulling at the corner of her lips “Why are you looking at me like that?”
It’s not the first time, and certainly not the last, she finds Clarke staring at her like this - lopsided smile with shinning eyes, like Lexa puts the stars in the sky in the darkest of nights. A rare sight Lexa used to catch in the corner of her eye as her and Clarke grew up side by side, now a constant in their shared life that always seems to catch Lexa off guard in the most delightful of ways.
“Hm?” Clarke hums, clearly too busy staring to register the question.
Lexa shakes her head, stepping towards her, “Nevermind,” she chuckles, adjusting Madi better on her hip before leaning in to kiss Clarke, humming into it.
Wrapping a hand around her waist, Clarke kisses back, settling into it easily. Clarke still tastes like the coffee she had in the morning right before she left for the market, the one with added vanilla and cinnamon they spend the past five years making together after buying the farm and that Lexa has yet to enjoy now for the second fall in a row as she tries to avoid caffeine while she feeds their already hyper baby.
They settle there for a bit, enjoying the crips air as they share a warm kiss, only for a slap to be delivered right to their faces, effectively separating them.
“Ma!” The culprit exclaims with a frown.
Madi is stingy with her mothers’ attention and doesn’t seem to enjoy when their focus is on each other when she is right there, a trait very present from the moment she was born. Clarke giggles at her daughter’s antics, taking her from Lexa’s arms and elevating her above her head, causing the baby to explode in high pitched giggles, kicking tiny legs in the air.
“Oh, do you want kisses too ducky?” Clarke asks, bringing the baby down to pepper kisses on her nose before lifting her again, “More?” She asks again, eyes wide as she brings the baby down again.
And Lexa gets why Clarke stares. She does it too. How could she not.
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