Hey everyone! Clexmas is happening and will begin on the 14th of December this year!
Clexmas is everything Clexa that jingles with the holiday spirit. Reblog or send this post out to anyone you think will enjoy it! As a reminder here is how you can participate below. And our theme list for this year.
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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
Clarke Griffin arches her back from the mattress as the full lips attached to her neck and the two fingers pumping in her hit all the spots that know how to make her cum, hard. She moans out, not caring that they were still in the dorms and people were still awake or just falling asleep. She couldn’t give two fucks about other people hearing them when it feels this good.
Once the high of multiple orgasms begins to wear off for the both of them, Clarke watches as Lexa Woods saunters to her mini fridge, still naked, grabbing a bottle of water. Clarke knows that’s her cue to begin to get redressed. The last time they had met up, Lexa had lingered in bed with her, cuddled her, and now she’s making it clear that that will not be happening tonight.
It's starting to become a pattern with her. One second Clarke thinks Lexa may actually deeply care for her, then the next time it’s different. She’s still conflicted herself on which one she prefers when it comes to Lexa Woods. Being fucked to oblivion then kicked out or being fucked softly and lingering.
They’ve been doing this dance for the last eight months. Since the beginning of the school year.
Clarke watches as she grabs her phone, reading through some texts. Clarke can imagine what the texts are for. How they met wasn’t totally conventional. Clarke, Raven, and Octavia had gone to a party at the beginning of the school year. Clarke, still reeling from the death of her father from cancer at the beginning of the summer and then finding out her boyfriend, Finn Collins, was actively cheating on her the whole time, she was not doing her best. Raven had begun seeing Anya, who is a year ahead of them, and Lexa’s best friend. Raven had suggested they do MDMA or molly, try to get Clarke’s mind off of things, Anya had given Lexa’s number.
She remembers the three of them going to meet Lexa out in her car. Clarke sitting with Octavia in the backseat as she dealed them molly. Clarke remembers watching her dexterous hands hand off the baggie of pills and swap money with Raven. How she caught her intense green eyes in the rearview, them lingering on her.
The next evening, Clarke began having a panic attack, something she had never fully experienced before. Clarke knew she needed something, anything to calm her down. Octavia suggested contacting Lexa. Raven and she had forced Lexa to bring her a Xanax that moment and when she came, she was delicate with Clarke. She showed her a technique, touching her skin with her index and middle fingers, gently tapping on Clarke’s wrist to help calm her down. Clarke has found herself doing this a lot more often than she’d like to admit.
From there, it was like they were seeing each other everywhere. She wonders if Lexa had always been around, and she just didn’t notice. But when she sees Lexa, standing with her impossibly long legs, tamed curly hair, a pout that people pay very good money to achieve, verdant eyes against sun kissed skin, she knows she would have noticed her. Maybe would have been the one to cheat first in her relationship with Finn if Lexa were around.
And then the first proposition was bold. Lexa had met up with them at some party and somehow, they had been left alone together.
“You seem like you’re having a lot of fun.” Clarke had said sarcastically. Lexa smirked and shrugged.
“Not so bad. I usually try to avoid shit like this though, I will admit.” Lexa said.
“Not into the social aspects of college?” Clarke questioned. Lexa shook her head.
“No. I don’t really do relationships in general.” Lexa had told her, staring at Clarke.
“Why not?” Clarke had foolishly asked. But Lexa was straightforward, minced no words.
“At least not at this point in my life. We’re here for a few years, it’s all pretty temporary. I’m not trying to get close to people I’m never going to see again after I leave.” It was blunt and Clarke doesn’t know why but she wished she did, and so she challenged her.
“So, what you’re just abstinent?” Clarke had said and Lexa had given her an easy laugh.
“No, I have sex. Everyone needs to have sex.” The way she had been looking at her, it was making Clarke’s stomach swoop, a low warmth deep inside wanting to break free.
“You just find girls who don’t feel anything?” Clarke pressed. Lexa had then stepped closer to her, getting into her space.
“Why? You want me to fuck you?” It was now out on the table, and Clarke could not deny that that was exactly what she wanted from her. They would leave that party walking out together, back to Lexa’s single dorm room. She didn’t kiss her until they were inside; a mess of tongues, shedding clothing, and when Lexa had entered her with those dexterous fingers, Clarke had figured out what addiction was.
Now it was eight months later, Lexa being the only person she’s been consistently fucking all year, and if she’s honest with herself, the only person she’s fucked all year. In the last three months though, something had shifted between them, which is now causing the hot and cold reactions from Lexa in the aftermath of their encounters.
Lexa had begun opening up to her, and Clarke had begun doing the same. It was small conversations at first. Lexa passively mentioning growing up in foster care and group homes, Clarke passively mentioning the loss of her father. It grew from there. Lexa telling Clarke about the abuses she endured and also helped stopped, the reasons why she was pre-law, ironic since she was dealing drugs on the side which was not lost on Lexa. But it was helping pay for her schooling, affording her things she couldn’t before. Clarke had told her about the strain in her and her mother’s relationship, how much she misses her dad. She had cried once when telling her, and Lexa had delicately kissed away her tears, it was one of the more intimate moments she’s had in her life thus far. She’d hold her after these moments, Clarke doing the same when she became vulnerable. But then the next time they’d get together, it would be hasty and quick, Lexa giving Clarke some excuse of having an exam the next morning or needing to go make a deal across campus.
She watches her type something in her phone, still freely naked. Clarke moves from the bed, going to grab her clothes. Lexa sets her phone down on the countertop, looking at Clarke curiously.
“You have somewhere to be?” Lexa asks as Clarke puts her t-shirt back on. Clarke looks up to her.
“No, I just figured- “She lets the words die on her tongue, not really sure what to do now. Lexa begins to walk back over to her, Clarke still sitting on the edge of the bed. She hands Clarke the water bottle.
“You can stay, if you want.” Lexa tells her. Clarke isn’t sure what to do with this, Lexa has never voiced that Clarke can stay. She takes the water bottle and takes a sip as Lexa flops back onto the bed, watching Clarke.
“We don’t really do this, Lex.” Clarke boldly states. The nickname falling from her lips easy. Lexa is now rubbing her fingertips down Clarke’s covered back, making her shiver pleasantly.
“We kinda do, you know.” Lexa admits. Clarke stares at her, feeling like this may be a trap. Like if she gives in, tomorrow Lexa will disappear. Will have been an eight-month hallucination built out of grief and loneliness. Lexa must sense her slight unease because she scoots closer to Clarke, gently moving her hands to Clarke’s face, her thumbs rubbing circles on her cheeks as she kisses her. Clarke finding herself moving her hands to hold herself anchored to Lexa’s wrists. Her fingertips rubbing her wrists gently as she kisses her long.
When she pulls away, it’s just enough to look into her eyes. “Despite my best efforts Clarke, I like you.”
Clarke feels her heart rate pick up at the confession, the feelings she’s been repressing when it comes to Lexa coming to the surface. She searches her eyes, wondering if she’s just lying to her, a new little game she’s decided to try. But then she remembers Lexa has always been nothing but honest to her. Straightforward.
“I like you too.” She finds herself whispering to her. Lexa seemingly mirrors Clarke’s previous actions, searching her eyes, Clarke afraid she will see the lie in them. Because she doesn’t just like her, she loves her. If Lexa sees the lie, she doesn’t show it, just pulling her back in towards her lips once again, guiding Clarke back into the bed, their tongues dancing around each other’s as Clarke removes the t-shirt she had just put on and positioning herself back on top of Lexa.
