do you have any ideas of what domestic clexa would be like?
BOY DO I
lazy sunday mornings with lexa making omelettes in a white button up and lacy undies underneath, her hair long and free, while clarke watches from the table until she doesn’t feel like watching anymore. she sneaks up behind lexa and wraps her arms around her waist and kisses her neck. the omelettes almost burn.
long mondays at the office for lexa and she comes home and clarke is in the studio. when she comes out, she’s covered in paint. it’s all over her hands and on her face and lexa doesn’t care. the other lawyers were stressing her out today and she just needs to kiss her. so she puts both hands on clarke’s cheeks and she leans in and kisses her with every emotion she’s had that day. when she pulls back clarke is nearly dizzy. and she’s gotten paint on the shoulder of lexa’s blazer but she doesn’t really care - she has six others just like it. the night ends with clarke, in that same button down lexa had worn the previous morning, on lexa’s lap, with her head against her chest, recounting stories of her childhood because sometimes lexa needs something to remind her of the good of humanity.
horrible tuesdays that have clarke on the phone with dealers, swearing and cursing because she won’t sell her art for anything less than what it’s worth. she’s got a migraine and she’s frustrated and lexa rubs her temples and tells her to hold out because she’ll get the perfect offer. her art is worth every single penny and if lexa could, she would buy every piece. and it’s clarke looking up at her with affection and saying that her favorite subject doesn’t need to pay.
exhausting wednesdays where they don’t see each other at all. clarke’s out all day, exploring gallery spaces with octavia and lexa is working on a case and when they’re home, they miss each other. it’s sending ‘i miss you’ text messages that get an answer of ‘it’s been less than twelve hours….i miss you too’. it’s getting snaps of pouting faces and swollen feet and lexa smiling to herself when she finally gets a break to call clarke. it’s clarke answering the phone and telling her how much she loves her and how proud she is of what she’s doing. it’s lexa getting home to find clarke already fast asleep and sliding in next to her and wrapping her arm around her waist. it’s clarke cuddling into lexa and smiling ‘i’m glad you’re home’.
thursdays that are almost as bad as wednesdays but clarke comes to the office to bring lexa lunch and it’s wonderful even though she only brings sandwiches, it’s amazing to get to spend time with her. it’s clarke coming around to rub lexa’s shoulders and lexa having to keep herself calm because if she doesn’t, she’s going to fuck clarke right over the desk, right here, right now. it’s clarke saying she wouldn’t mind. then it’s clarke getting underneath lexa’s desk and eating her out in front of the big windows in her office. it’s clarke coming up to kiss lexa after she’s come and saying ‘i hope that gets you through the rest of your day’ before she leaves.
friday nights when finally, finally, they have the chance to spend some time together. it’s going out to the bar to celebrate raven’s birthday. it’s lexa keeping an arm around clarke’s waist, sometimes travelling down to her ass, and whispering in her ear all of the things she wants to do to her when they get out of here. it’s clarke getting tipsy and sitting on lexa’s lap and telling everybody in the bar just how much she loves her girlfriend. it’s stumbling into their apartment, already attached at the lips, the straps of clarke’s dress already coming down. it’s lexa fucking clarke over and over, clarke’s hands in her hair. it’s lexa pulling clarke against her, after clarke is exhausted from orgasm after orgasm, and whispering ‘i love you i love you i love you’ into her ear.
saturday brunch with abby where lexa reminds clarke of every single reason that she’s in love with her. lexa is charming and wonderful and makes her mother laugh and god damn it, clarke wants to marry her. she wants to spend the rest of her life with her. it’s lexa going to the bathroom and clarke saying, ‘i’m going to marry her’ to her mother and abby having a glint in her eye when she says ‘i know’. it’s holding hands while they walk back to their apartment and lexa stopping to buy a hot dog from a street vendor and giving clarke half, feeding to her. it’s lexa buying coffee for them and the single mother of two behind them. it’s clarke hugging her from behind and kissing her jaw. it’s the two of them cuddled on the couch, limbs entangled, lexa dragging her fingers up and down clarke’s calf, watching saturday night live together. it’s clarke falling asleep before the show is over and lexa carrying her to bed.
it’s sunday morning all over again and instead of a hug from behind, it’s a kiss in the midst of tears because lexa got down on one knee after breakfast and said, ‘i want to burn omelettes with you for the rest of my life’.
