Hi! Happy halloween, happy Clextober!... it's not Clextober anymore? Well Merry Clexmas! lol
Jokes aside, here's my late contribution for Clextober 25 from Clextober 22 idea's list, Idea 8 Custom Malfunction: a forgotten little shot that i just had to finish.
Make it a Statement, no?
Summary: Famous musicians Clarke and Lexa attend and very private very high end Halloween party dress as Harley Queen and Poison Ivy. Someone unable to keep her hands to herself forces a very white body paint to be smudged with green.
"Lexa, hurry up!"
"I'm already done" the brunette smiles a dorky grin showing her bare, recently painted green legs.
"Do the rest of your body" Clarke sighs with an eye roll and a tender smile that Lexa catches through the mirror.
"But I'm waiting for you" Lexa shrugs, grin in place as Clarke turns to her with an exasperated sigh and her own smile widening.
Lexa's eyes naturally and inevitably pan down to Clarke's naked breasts. The slight sway from Clarke's turn captures her attention like nothing else can, and she feels her own jaw slacken as her mind goes blank.
Clarke bends down to finish adding paint to her thighs after a quick examination, smile turning into smirk knowing exactly what her boobs do to her girlfriend.
Instinctively, Lexa's hands reach out when Clarke's torso gets closer to her and she cups each boob into her hands and presses up to Clarke's body. She's smiling like a fool, a dorky, silly smile that doesn't vanish when her eyes focus back on Clarke's face to watch her raise an eyebrow at her with a scowl that's mostly a held smile and a crunched up nose.
"They needed support" Lexa shrugs, smile widening into a grin as she tries to keep the giggles in.
"How thoughtful of you"
"I try" she shrugs again, unable to stop a blush from rising up her own chest to the tip of her ears.
Clarke swats her hand away and straightens up with a tsk, turning 360 in place to check her legs in the mirror before she's being pulled from the waist by her girlfriend. She does her best to stay at a safe distance from Lexa's legs as to avoid getting any green on her much more translucent white.
Sitting on a towel draped over a stool from Clarke’s kitchen Lexa pouts at the resistance.
"Kiss meeee"
"Careful!" Clarke warns, hands over Lexa's on her waist, legs unmoving as her front is pulled closer to Lexa "you're gonna get green on me, Lex"
"Who cares, make it a statement" Lexa jokes, because they can now, they're comfortable enough with the way they are or aren't perceived by the public.
They are just about to finish a huge world tour with their friends in around a week. They spent 18 months touring, learning how to be comfortable with their relationship withing their own new terms of privacy and secrecy, 9 months since Lexa finally came out to the public, figuring out how much control they can truly have in front and behind the cameras as well as while performing in front of a thousand people.
They know there's suspicions, they know there's people that know about them withing the industry and in their fandoms. They know it's not a secret but they're comfortable with it all. They know the fans that know are more worried about them being happy than about outing them. They know the people in the industry that know or suspect are either under contract, genuine enough to respect their privacy, or smart enough to understand they won't get anything from outing them.
"Lexa!" Clarke scowls with a smile "As if a canon sapphic couple as our costume isn't one"
"Clarke please" Lexa scoffs "no one knows Harlivy is a thing. No one's nerdy enough"
"I'm not a DC nerd and I know Harley is bi"
"That's because you're a bi nerd. You know every single bi character, artist and actor ever"
"Still" Clarke shrugs, trying to tame her guilty smile "I care that my costume is nice for this very expensive and broadcasted party"
"It's not that important" Lexa grumbles. Clarke raises both her eyebrows at her so she adds "We don't even have a makeup team!"
"Because I'm an artist! We don't need a makeup team" she huffs "Besides, Raven —the brand ambassador— does have a makeup team. So by your standards, this is a huge event. Also a hair stylist is coming to get your wig in place later, so hurry up"
With a childish frown Lexa pouts at her, she tilts her head for a kiss and Clarke is unable to resists, she bends down to give Lexa a chaste one. When she pulls back, she takes a singular look at Lexa's still pouted lips and her closed eyes and she leans down again to give her a few more.
Pulling back one final time, she's greeted with Lexa's dorky smile again, eyes unfocused and shiny and Clarke can't help but smile.
"Now can you focus?"
Lexa tsks with an eye roll.
"Fiiiine" she whines as she pushes Clarke away.
"You're gonna have to re-paint your ass if you stay seated" Clarke says as she grabs the paint stick and places it in Lexa's hand.
"That's for you to enjoy later" Lexa answers with a wink and smirk that grows when Clarke bites her lip.
"Hurry" is all she says though, before grabbing her own paint and turning away.
Lexa starts by painting her hands, she knows it will be the first thing to dry and therefore, she will be able to touch her practically naked girlfriend sooner.
While Clarke takes a few double swipes and blending touches, Lexa swipes once and requires minimum blending thanks to the more matte nature of her paint and color. She also needs to paint less skin given that her bodysuit covers most of her torso, while Clarke's top only covers her chest.
Just thinking about Clarke in her costume makes her pause. If she's being honest, she's living in a dream getting to dress up as Harlivy with her girlfriend. She has always been a nerd, it was not a secret to anyone that got to know her personally. Harley specifically has always been a bit a crush of hers; a genius turned maniac for love, the introduction of her love with Poison Ivy in the comics was just perfect, nothing better than a sapphic love to redeem a character, especially one that doesn't want nor needs to change who she is.
"Focus"
Lexa blinks out of her daze and focuses her gaze on Clarke's back. It takes her a second to find her eyes through the mirror, eyes that aren't looking at her, but focusing on painting her own neck. Lexa smiles as she traces Clarke's smirk through the mirror and finally catches her eyes.
"You're distracting"
"If you'd like I can go to O's room"
"No" Lexa pouts "Don't"
"Then focus"
"Fine, I am" she huffs even as her mood lightens when Clarke turns slightly giving her a peak of her rosy nipples.
As distracted as she is, Lexa still finishes painting her full body before Clarke, and instead of being productive she sits there watching her girl, admiring her focus and attention to detail as she covers her cream skin in clown-y white paint.
"Baby" Clarke calls and it takes Lexa a second to look up "Please focus"
"But I'm done! Only thing left is my back… and ass" She adds with a wink, making Clarke smirk through her bitten lip. She smothers her face before failing to scowl at her.
"And your face"
"But if I do my face we can't make out when you're done" Lexa jokingly whines with a pout.
A minute goes by and Lexa smiles triumphantly when Clarke finally lets out a laugh but omits further commentary.
Clarke makes a show of finishing with her paint a few minutes later, putting down her stuff and turning slowly toward Lexa. She stalks forward with a growing smirk and a sultry, hooded look in her eyes as she traces Lexa's naked torso. If she has a comment about the unpainted bits, she doesn't say anything, she just grabs Lexa's bare face in her hands and leans down slowly.
Lexa's eyes flutter closed as her head is tilted back, her lips part and her hands instinctively move to Clarke's hips.
"Hands off" Clarke warns against her lips.
"It's dry" Lexa breathes, a second before capturing Clarke's lips and pulling her as close as responsibly possible.
They kiss as though they were drowning, and they devour each other as if they were starving. Neither is an uncommon occurrence, yet is funny to think they haven't spent a second apart since they woke up. Either way, it feels like they were missing something by not having each other this close.
Clarke gasps out of the kiss after a particularly deep moan from Lexa. Things were getting out of hands and they needed to focus. Her own hands couldn't let go of Lexa's tits though and her lips kept chasing plump ones. Roaming hands kept her hypnotized, long fingers caressed her skin with reverence and needy hands squeezed and pulled at her deliciously.
"Damn it! Focus!" Clarke sighs, fully and abruptly stepping away.
Lexa doesn't have time to open her eyes before she's being turned by the shoulders to face away from Clarke.
"We need to- fuck, Lexa, your shoulders weren't dry enough…" Clarke tsks as she looks at her palms, she's quickly distracted of any coherent thought by the expanse of Lexa's naked back.
With a sigh and a shake of her head, Clarke licks her lips and gets to work. With the green paint stick in one hand and the blender in the other she makes quick work of Lexa's back, all the while her girlfriend simply blinks dazedly, still caught in their make out session.
It's annoyingly fast for Clarke to finish Lexa's back; she makes sure to blend the paint of Lexa's back with her front and sides before grabbing the setting powder to finish it all off.
"What's that?" Lexa asks turning her head but keeping her back straight as she tries to look over her shoulder at Clarke patting her back with a cotton pad.
"Setting powder, Lex. Same one you used for your front"
A minute goes by before Clarke's suspicion sets in, Lexa feels it in the way the patting stops for a second before restarting slightly more forcefully.
"Baby?" Clarke asks once she's done "You used setting powder for your front… right?"
Lexa turns slowly in her stool, biting her lip at the edgy tone in Clarke's voice. She casts her eyes down and looks up slowly, her eyes widening little by little as she takes in Clarke's body.
A stubborn smile tries to break free from the tight press of her lips as Lexa watches Clarke's eyes twitch over a tiny tight smile that stares her down. Clarke takes a deep breath in, closing her eyes and turning slowly to her mirror. She exhales just as slowly as her eyes open and her gaze scans her own body. Not so long ago a nice powdered clown-y white covered her skin, now she was covered in patches of green hand prints and finger trails.
Another deep breath is exhaled forcefully as she contemplates her situation before she hears the undeniable mocking sound of a snort behind her.
"You-!"
"You didn't tell me to use it!"
"I did!" Clarke huffs, unable to not laugh at the mess they made.
"Topless? Because that is a terrible way to give me instructions" Lexa shrugs, content with clearing her name with her reasoning.
"Lexaa!" Clarke scowls, still laughing as she turns back to her mirror in complete disbelief.
Lexa laughs with her, standing up and aiming for Clarke's paint stick and blender.
"What do you even think you’re doing?" Clarke asks, smile in place as her eyebrows furrow and her hands go to her hips.
"We can fix this" Lexa smiles, determinately going to add more paint over the green spots she placed on Clarke's skin.
"I have to clean it first!" Clarke yelps, stepping back and trying to grab Lexa's wrist.
"It's going to take too long" Lexa shakes her head, avoiding Clarke's hands as she follows her backwards walk.
"How would you know?" Clarke laughs as she manages to grab Lexa's hands and plant her feet to stop her.
Lexa giggles with guilty bow of her head as Clarke holds her wrist in the air.
"This is what I should've done when we were kissing"
"Handcuffed me would've been more efficient"
"Wouldn't you like that, Woods?"
They laugh as Clarke drops her hands; Lexa links their foreheads and they lean closer. Clarke stops Lexa by her waist, and after a brief huffed kiss she pushes her away.
"Don't you dare get more green on me"
"Fine fine" Lexa rolls her eyes, lifting her hands up in surrender "just let me help you"
"Help me by actually putting setting powder on your-"
"Girls! Raven's here!" they both turn to the closed door as the hear Octavia's muffled shout, surely from downstairs "I'm getting my hair done now, so hurry up, one of you is next!"
"Fuck!"
Lexa grimaces as Clarke curses a little more with her eyes closed. She uses exactly two fingers to hold Clarke's shoulders as she leans in for a quick peck, before turning around to switch paint sticks.
"Lexa your ass!"
"I know you love it, babe, you can stare at it all night-"
"No, Lex, I have to paint it still!"
"Oh-" Lexa turns to look at Clarke and then comically turns some more, peeking over her should to catch her own unpainted butt.
With a groan, Clarke grabs on of the two green paint sticks, snatches the towel Lexa was sitting on and throws it to the ground. With a look and a twirl of her finger Lexa gets the message and turns around. She watches Clarke through the mirror, Lexa catches her biting her lip as she casts her eyes down to her working area and she smiles as she watches a mischievous smirk disappear as Clarke kneels down.
"Do your face while I finish here, would you?"
Lexa smirks to herself as she starts applying her paint, yet still, with all those indicators she does not expect the pain that spikes from her ass all the way up her spine.
"Ouch!" Lexa doesn't get time to turn around when a hand slaps her other ass cheek "Clarke!"
The blonde merely shrugs before placing a kiss where she bit her making Lexa jumps. Still partially turned, gaping down at her girlfriend, she moves her hands to rub both of her ass cheeks that still sting. Clarke is grinning up at her deviously, she shrugs again, unbothered —if anything she's enjoying this— and grabs at Lexa's hips to turn her again.
"First one was your punishment" she says as she moves Lexa's hands away "Second was for motivation" She adds with a shrug and a giggle.
Lexa shakes her head with her own giggle and faces the mirror to continue painting her neck and face. She flinches and turns quickly a few minutes later when she feels teeth on her ass again. Clarke doesn't get to bite her this time, and has the heart to look guilty when Lexa stares her down.
"You're distracting" she shrugs, and Lexa just huffs a laugh and turns again, flinching one last time when Clarke kisses the same place before finally applying paint over it.
Once she's done —after giving Lexa a final slap on her powdered ass— Clarke stands up and considers her options. Watching Lexa powder and dust off her face she makes a mental list of everything they need to do before having to go downstairs to get their hair done.
Lexa turns to her once she's done and her eyes —expectedly— drop down before tracking back up to Clarke's. Clarke makes a show of covering her nipples before speaking and Lexa cackles at it, she fake pouts and hangs her head making Clarke laugh after.
"I need you to apply setting powder everywhere" Clarke nods pointedly "don't miss a single spot and then do your makeup. Try your suit after and we'll fix any bare spots okay?"
"Yes ma'am" Lexa nods but doesn't move "What about your back?"
"I'll deal with my costume, you've done enough"
Lexa growls but says nothing as she grabs the cotton pad and starts applying setting powder to her front. With a nod Clarke grabs her paint stick, blender, and setting powder and heads to her bathroom, she can imagine the pout Lexa throws her way but she ignores it, she's not the one easily distracted.
With dread Clarke realizes that the green paint takes a lot of cleansing swipes to clear, and the drier they are, the longer it takes. She has only managed to fix and re-paint the two full hand prints on her collarbones when Lexa tells her she's done and needs help getting on the suit.
"You okay?" Lexa asks softly. Clarke helped her and zipped her bodysuit with no comment, and though they laughed about it a lot before, the silence now worries her.
"I'm fine, just… coping with the idea that I'm going to look like this for the rest of the night"
"Don't you want my help getting it off?"
"It's not worth it, baby, don't worry" Clarke huffs a chuckle "Make it a statement, no?"
"I swear it wasn't intentional" Lexa smiles with a huff
"Mmm, sure"
They laugh even as the lean in for a kiss and they kiss until Raven calls them from downstairs.
"Go on, go get your hair done, I'll figure it out" With one finally lingering kiss, Lexa turns to leave. Clarke feels her own smile blossom, loving to watch her go "You look fucking hot, by the way"
"I know, I take it it’s the only reason I'm not dead right now" Lexa calls over her shoulder before closing the door behind her. She smiles at the cackle that crosses the door.
A whistle makes Lexa look up from her careful way down the stairs, the high heel boots she got for the costume were not her usual footwear.
"Damn, Woods! You trynna kill somebody showing that much leg?" Raven calls from the kitchen where she's pre-gaming with Anya. Because of course they are.
Anya and Raven were both neck to toe in black leather suits, neither had their helmets on, but their hair was slicked back till the neck, for the perfect fit. Raven's Catwoman costume had bulky boots up to her knees as the perfect cover up for her brace, a gold belt accentuating her waist, and a halfway zipped cleavage framed by her straighten hair. Meanwhile, Anya's Batgirl suit had gold accents from her boot to her belt to her gloves to the bat across her chest, her hair was dyed red and styled to be wavy and big past her scalp.
"She's gonna kill herself with that much heel" Anya snorts downing a shot with barely a glance her way.
Lexa flips her off once safely off the stairs.
"That is fire!" Octavia cheer from the dinning table where she's fixing up her makeup.
"Your hair!" Lexa gasps at her.
Octavia smiles at her and shakes her mane back, her dark curls big and wavy behind her Wonder Woman hair-band. Her makeup is simple, just eyelashes and a bit of blush to complement her off-red lipstick.
"I know right? Now sit down, you're the only one with a wig"
With a sigh Lexa greets the hair stylists and sits by the dining table. She's really not a fan of people touching her hair, but there was no way she was going to dye it like Anya and Clarke did, and if she was going all out painting herself green she might as well get the redhead wig on.
"Hey! You look wicked!" Lincoln winks walking in from the balcony "Where's Clarke?"
Lincoln is the one with the simplest costume, his bulked up physique making up most of his Cyborg costume. He wears a tight sleeveless bodysuits with silver accents over the chest and back, bulky metal-looking boots, gloves and shoulder pads, strengthen the look, and of course the helmet with the cyber eye.
"Oh, uhm…" Lexa swallows with a smile, grateful that she need to keep still for the stylists "y'know her paint was just, uhm, a little harder to… do…"
With a nod and shrug Lincoln sits beside Octavia and kisses her cheek, oblivious to the look his girlfriend shares with her best friend across the room.
"O-okay" Octavia adds after a bit, she eyes Lexa even though she's not looking back and stands up with one more look Raven's way.
Lexa catches the way she kisses Lincoln and leaves in the directions of the stairs, but is unable to do anything to stop it. She hopes no one catches the deep blush that raises from her chest, nor the sigh that makes it out of her lips.
Octavia reaches Clarke's door and with a quick knock and a singular call she opens the door with confidence. She freezes the moment her eyes land on a giggling Clarke who takes a second to raise her hands to cover her boobs. Octavia blinks slowly, her hand still in the doorknob as her eyes trace up and down Clarke's form… before promptly cracking up in laughter.
With Octavia howling her laughs Clarke is quick to join, never mind the ridiculous scene she finds herself in. They laugh so loud that Lexa immediately catches on and feels herself sinking into herself.
"What… did you do?" Anya asks her, moving from the kitchen to raise a single eyebrow at her as she smirks.
"I didn't do anything!" Lexa yelps, way too quickly. She closes her eyes with a sigh before adding quietly "… on purpose"
"Yo Reyes!" Octavia yells before they hear more laughter from upstairs "Rae! Come on, get your ass up here!"
"Oh ho hoo!" Raven laughs and mocks Lexa as she stands up "you did something alright, Woods" Raven calls before hurrying up the stairs.
The Grounders catch the exact moment Raven reaches Clarke's room by the way she howls out loud too, Octavia and Clarke joining. They don't catch everything that is being said, but they hear all the shouts and laughers as the trio of best friends try to find a way to get Clarke to be presentable. Begrudgingly, Lexa admits to having messed up Clarke's paint by forgetting to add setting powder to her own body paint.
Lincoln does his best not to laugh and simply shakes his head. Anya on the other hand, won't stop laughing and asking exactly how terrible is Clarke looking after their freaky make out.
"It wasn't freaky!"
"Everything with you two is!"
The laughs and jokes continue as both groups of best friends finish getting ready separately. The girls upstairs end up in tears at so much laughter as they clean and re-paint Clarke in a group effort. Meanwhile the Grounders downstairs make sure to have all of their girlfriends’ stuff ready to go.
By the time Anya is getting antsy about the time, the girls walk down the stairs laughing still —Lincoln gets the perfect shot of them holding onto each other as they laugh halfway down the stairs— Clarke is still mostly covered in green, but at least it's slightly less obvious that those were hand prints and finger trails.
Lexa's wig is done with big curls and little flowers. She got her friend to do some traditional Trikru braiding from her scalp and Clarke has to take a minute to look at her with a growing grin. Lexa tries not to blush under the attention, but feels her own nervous smile tilt her lips until Clarke gets closer.
"You look so good" she says, grabbing Lexa's face in her hands and dragging her down for a kiss that takes Lexa's breath away.
"Whoa!"
"Hey! Don't undo all the hard work we put in!"
Octavia and Raven chime in with laugher as they grab their arms to pull them apart. Clarke growls and swats them away, kissing Lexa once more before sitting at the dining table to allow the hair stylist to do her hair.
Lexa hunches by the table as her girlfriend's friend's mock her for the short time it takes to do Clarke's hair. She hadn't let her hair mix since she dyed it the night before, so it was just a matter of the hair stylist making her pigtails look nice.
With two models and an actress, they had built a little photoshoot set up by the piano and they took a bunch of pictures, each couple had their bunch, both groups of friends too, and then all six of them together. They take serious pictures, formal pictures, silly, stylish and staged to their costumes, they laugh and hug and overall truly enjoy this part of the pre-party.
They take a Cassamingo Tequila shot for good luck and to get a nice video of Raven —the ambassador of the brand— to post online as a teaser to their presence at the party.
They make sure to have all of their stuff and start heading out to the limo already waiting for them outside.
"Oh baby! You forgot your lipstick!" Clarke yelps as she hurries to the makeup bag still on her dining table. Lexa approaches her and Clarke turns to her with lipstick in hand "Here let me"
Lexa stands perfectly still with her lips parted as Clarke unconsciously bites the tip of her own tongue in concentration to apply Lexa's lipstick. Lexa's eyes grow hooded as she stares at her girlfriend focusing on her mouth, holding her jaw tenderly but firmly to keep her in place.
"Huh?" Lexa hums, blinking rapidly when her girlfriend shakes her jaw softly to get her attention.
"Press your lips together" Clarke repeats, smirking widely as she looks up at her.
Lexa smiles down and complies, her 3 inches heels versus Clarke's customized sneakers complement their height difference nicely, and gives her a natural easy view to Clarke's cleavage. She grins when she's done and Clarke is still staring at her lips.
Clarke huffs something like a chuckle before pouting out her lips and tilting her head up, Lexa leans down immediately to kiss her and doesn't question it until she feels her lips stick a little to Clarke's when they part.
"Clarke! Your lips are green now!"
"What?" Clarke gaps and turn to the nearby mirror, before quickly straightening up with a shrug "Oh whatever, what's one more?" she smirks as she get on her tip-toes to kiss Lexa again.
"Make it a statement, no?" They laugh and hurry out the door before their friends have a chance to call them. After all, it can't get much worse anyways.
Their trip on the limo to the Cassamingo's Halloween Party is full of laughs as the girls share their experience fixing Clarke's costume. Each couple is curled up in one side of the limo, so Lexa keeps hiding her face in Clarke's neck at their friend's jabs and mocking, especially after they notice Clarke's newly green lips. She doesn't really care, but Lexa's still blushing flaming hot, even if her green paint covers it all.
As a wildly and famously broadcasted party, the group took safety measures to keep their privacy in the way they liked it. When they arrive, they drop Raven and Anya at the red carpet for official sponsored pictures while the rest skip it.
A few people look at Lexa with impressed looks and then at Clarke up and down with growing smirks; no one takes their picture though. They greet the few people they know and get along with, brushing off comments about Clarke's costume on their way to some drinks. It takes them a little bit to loosen up and be more comfortable with being seen together; even Octavia looks a bit antsy and Lincoln is stiff beside her.
They find a little quiet corner to be alone and a few of Lincoln's model friends find them and chat with them, they're huge fans of Octavia and love her no-bullshit behavior, so the conversation flows easily, allowing Clarke and Lexa to blur into the background a little and get their nerves under control.
"Funny how she says she doesn't like the spotlight but shines with every single one of Linc's friends" Lexa mutters into Clarke's ear. Her arms us loosely over Clarke's shoulders as she leans against the wall and Clarke leans against her.
"That's because Lincoln always knows the nicest people, and Octavia has no shit to take from them"
"Mmmh, the nicest people, huh?" Lexa mindlessly flirts, leaning her head against Clarke's.
"Oh yeah" Clarke purrs, snuggling into her as she tilts her her head up. Her arms around Lexa's waist squeezes her as her hand holding her drink lifts to boop her nose "And I've got the nicest one right here"
Lexa smiles dopily at her words and blushes at the wink Clarke adds after a bit.
They finish their drinks and chat with their friends until they feel the alcohol hitting and they choose to get another round. On their way, they find Anya holding two drinks and watching as Raven gets her picture taken with a few other models who are also ambassadors of the brand. Lincoln gets dragged into the mix with his friends and a couple other models that came with the ambassadors and the three musicians save Anya from pointless small talk with other people waiting on the models.
Antsy with a camera so close and only one drink in her system, Clarke offers to get their drinks. Lexa smiles at her, enjoying watching Raven lead the group for silly pictures. Anya shrugs with her and Raven's drinks practically full still and a single look convinces Octavia to join her.
They arrive at the closest bar and squeeze in between the lot of people with an exasperated eye roll because neither of them is much of a fan of… people. They giggle at the thought and pull each other close to avoid elbows.
"You good?" Octavia asks nonchalantly, looking for a barman instead of at her.
"With another drink I will be" Clarke says honestly and does her best to not search Octavia's gaze.
Octavia turns to her for a minute and Clarke has to peek a look, Octavia seem to like the result of her quick examination because she nods firmly and decisively turns to the bar again.
"Hey! I've got a four drink bill for you here!" Octavia shouts and barman approaches her with a sly grin "A visionary, thank you"
"This is an open bar, miss" The boy smiles politely and Octavia all but raises an eyebrow.
"I got you to come take my order, didn't I?" The boy gapes taken a back before his eyes jump back to Octavia when she talks about "I'll give you a nice tip just for proving me right"
The boy blushes but stands taller, giving her a gesture to place her order. Octavia turns to smirk at Clarke before placing her and Lincoln's drinks orders. She pulls Clarke closer to her then so she can ask the barman for a rum and cola for her and a tequila sunrise for Lexa.
"You do know Raven's gonna make us do shots when we get back, right?"Octavia turns to her once the barman starts mixing their drinks "You sure you want Lexa to drink even more tequila?"
"It's her favorite," Clarke shrugs "and we're at the house of tequila… Might as well"
With their drinks in hand they make their way back to their friends. The group taking pictures has dissolved and Raven and Lincoln are forming a little circle with Lexa and Anya. The latina has her arm around Lexa's shoulders, holding her drink on the hand dangling off Lexa's left shoulder, she smirks at her while she speaks waving two shots in front of Lexa's face.
"Excuse me, that's my girl, Reyes. Would you mind?" Clarke calls, lifting Raven's hand off Lexa's shoulder after catching the narrowed-eye look Lexa was wearing.
Raven rolls her eyes but easily slides to Anya's waiting arms, still holding two shots in front of her as she waits for Lexa to pull Clarke into her to speak.
"I mind! Woods is the only one who drinks tequila with me!" Raven cries, they all watch as her hands gesture wildly and somehow, the tequila never spills "Anya has to take care of me, and you've declared yourself too old for shots" She pouts and tilts her head for Anya to kiss.
Clarke rolls her eyes goodheartedly and turns to Lexa; the narrowed look is still there but she is more relaxed. Her arm is around Clarke's shoulder and her new drink that she already started sipping is close to her chest. Clarke gives her a little shrug and Lexa sighs resigned. Clarke giggles knowing Lexa wanted her to tell Raven off only because she didn't actually want to deny the shot.
Lexa rolls her eyes as she moves her drink to her other hand and grabs one of Raven's offered shots as the latina grins with her tongue between her teeth. She clicks her glass with Raven's and, with no more prompts, she takes the shot to her lips and tilts her head back to down it.
The liquid slides down her throat, burning hot, and making her feel nicely warm. The taste is strong but savory, and she licks her lips to it, nodding her head at Raven after. She grins wide and takes Lexa's glass from her. Raven moves her arm out and a waiter snaps into existence beside them, taking the glasses from her before lifting up a tray with six empty shot glasses and a brand new tequila bottle.
"Drink up bitches!"
Groans and laughs make it around the groups of friend, jokes and jabs are thrown around as they pass the glasses that Raven fills herself.
"Happy Halloween!" They all cheer, clinking their shots in the air before downing them as quickly as possible.
Only Lexa and Raven enjoy the taste, the rest all grimace and sip their drinks to get rid of the taste. They all take a deep breath, enjoying the slow burn down their throats as they return the glasses and thank the waiter.
The groups takes a walk around the party, finding colleagues and work friends, they split and meet again as they down a few more rounds and share a few more shots with sponsor’s hosts. Raven takes multiple pictures, always down to show off her costume and her girlfriend. Clarke laughs and enjoys stepping way when people go to take a picture, and she jokes with anyone that raises an eyebrow at her costume and Lexa's green hand in hers.
Lexa joins Raven and Anya for some pictures after one too many jabs about her A-list celebrity status and finds a photographer she trusts to ger her picture taken with Clarke. The groups laughs and dances with everyone around them as they find their people. They give in to a few group pictures after losing count of the rounds they drank and make sure to place Clarke strategically behind Raven so that the only tell of her messed up paint is the dark green of her girlfriend's lipstick that mixed superficially with her own.
Hours later, after too much drinking and too much dancing and definitely not enough kisses, Clarke and Lexa find their friends in one of the smaller lounge rooms of the property saving couch space for them. Clarke sits in the narrow space beside Raven on a couch that can't be for more than two people let alone four, but Anya is partially on the armrest and Raven is snuggled against her leg, and Lexa fits perfectly right on top of Clarke.
Clarke tunes out the meaning of her girlfriend's words as she chats with Octavia across the table; she just hugs Lexa close with her arms around her waist enjoying the sound of her voice. She snuggles her face over Lexa's bare back and hopes the paint is good enough to not transfer to her face after all that dancing.
Raven mocks her when she notices, and Clarke flips her off before pointing at Anya's possessive and slightly less than innocent hand around the back of Raven's neck. Her friend looks away before giving her a side eyes that tells Clarke more than she needs to know.
Her laugh makes Lexa adjusts on her lap to look at her. The brunette smiles down at her, her pupils are blown from drinking tequila all night, and maybe also out of love or lust, Clarke can't pin-point right now, too drunk, in love and in lust herself to care anyways.
She snuggles her nose into Lexa's arm and the two adjust so Lexa can wrap her arms around Clarke too, if she ends up with a facefull of Lexa's green tits, there's nothing she can or really wants to do about it. Lexa giggles as Clarke looks up at her from her privileged spot and then she exaggerates a pout. It takes Clarke a second to understand and by the time she catches up Lexa is already clarifying.
"I want that" Lexa whines only for her, a giggle caught in her throat as she does her best to keep her puppy dog eyes.
Clarke is laughing before she's done talking.
A small tilt of her chin is all Lexa needs from Clarke to stand up and hold her hand to help her up. Between laughs Clarke stands up and between those same shared laughs Lexa kisses her. Tasting more tequila than the sweeteners of Lexa's drink on her mouth, Clarke hums out of the kiss as Lexa sits and leans down to be eye level instead of sitting down with her.
"How about some water, baby"
"Is that a sexual innuendo?" Lexa mouths more than whispers as she tries to pull Clarke down to her lap.
"Noo" Clarke laughs, trying to sound regretful, knowing her girlfriend will pout at her answer.
She kisses the pout away and tell Lexa she will get them some water and to stay there to save her the seat. She asks the rest of her friends if they would like some water too, and ends up with an order of six waters and three beers.
The trip to the bar is only a bit challenging; she's thankful that her costume accurately needed sneakers because even though because of them she's shorter than practically every person at this party, she's not in pain, nor worried that she might fall on her ass with how drunk she is.
Handling six water bottles and three beers is surprisingly easy and she smiles at herself as she makes her way back.
"Hey Harley!" Clarke turns to the call that must to be for her "You've got a little green like... all over!" The voice jokes confidently.
Clarke smirks as she finds the very well known voice of Harry Styles in an Elton John costume half across the room.
"Mind your business gay icon!" Clarke throws back as she easily recognizes the costume, she turns her steps to him and grins when Harry laughs, pointing at her as he hops in place happily. Clarke points back at him with her grin widening as she gets only a little closer.
"Tell your hubby to call me!" She calls more quietly "His number's not ringing again" Clarke rolls her eyes with a smile, and then sticks her tongue out at Harry's solemn shake of his head.
They two musicians smile at each other and exchange a hushing finger to their own lips as they grin silly drunk smiles. Clarke turn with a waving hand and continues her way back to her girl, she looks back once and laughs at Harry getting his phone from his back pocket.
Walking back into the lounge room, Clarke stops to smile at the scene in front of her. Lexa sits right where she left her, elbow over Octavia's legs as she sits in the armrest beside her. Octavia curves down to rest her chin over Lexa's head as Raven leans over Lexa from her other side and the three of them make faces as they take selfies from Raven's phone.
Upon catching Clarke smiling at them, all three girls beckon her over with laughs and jokes. Octavia and Raven take a beer and a water each while Lexa just pulls her into her lap. With the rest of the drinks still in her arms, Clarke can only lean back between Lexa and Raven as the girls squeeze together and continue with their photo session.
That's how Anya and Lincoln find them a few minutes later. With laughs, they pose for the selfies too before they help their girlfriends up and move to the empty loveseats across from them. The groups of six sigh happy sighs as they relax and melt into their seats, each couple naturally falling into their own little bubble.
Ignoring Lexa's grumbles, Clarke slides off her lap and sinks into the couch beside her, she wraps her arms around her girlfriend when she follows her and snuggles into her. Clarke smiles as Lexa places little kisses to her collarbones and neck barely moving and simply kissing the skin close to her lips.
"You having fun, baby?"
"Mmmhm… I like it when you call me that" Lexa hums as she pulls back to lean against the back of the couch and look at her girlfriend.
"Baby?"
"Yeah, you call everyone babe… but I'm…—"
"Special"
Lexa blushes as a grin takes over her face, Clarke smiles at her, setting their water bottles behind her as she lifts her right hand to tuck a strand of red hair behind a perfect tiny ear.
"You're special" Lexa whispers with a slow blink, she opens her mouth to add something else, a passing thought that her brain is not able to catch before they're interrupted.
"Hey, lovebirds!" Anya sing-songs loudly to get their attention "third call, I told you we just had to shout" she tells her girlfriend who's sitting on her lap trying not to laugh.
"Tequila Margarita? Ambassador privileges" Raven shouts straddling both even though they were looking at her.
They couple exchange a look and Lexa turns to nod happily at Raven, in no time three servers come over and give each of them a glass with their drink and quickly disappear again. With drunken laughs the group of friends cheer and try their drinks. Raven tells them all to pose and pretend like they're promoting the drink, they take silly pictures and laugh as they enjoy the drink.
Lexa smiles as they both lean back on the couch, she leans her forehead to the side of Clarke's head and stays there when Clarke leans into her as well.
"I love you, Clarke"
"I love you too, baby"
Clarke hums happily, turning her head to kiss the crown of Lexa's head and the two of them relax watching the party go on around them.
Lexa takes Clarke on a date to a Halloween pumpkin patch where it has this maze of mirrors attraction. Lexa suddenly pushes Clarke, yells "tag you're it", and runs ahead as she beckons Clarke to catch her. Lexa smiles and giggles and plays hard to get with Clarke.
Lexa finds a dead end so Clarke thinks it's over and she can finally tag Lexa back. However Lexa starts putting the moves on Clarke. She smirks, bats her eyelashes, twirls her hair, bites her lip, and turns her body sticking her boobs and ass out.
Of course it works on Clarke who's distracted by her vixen. Lexa walks up to Clarke, runs her hands over her arms, chest, and crotch giving them a squeeze. Clarke is entranced and forgets that she's supposed to tag Lexa.
Lexa leans into her ear and whispers "you're still it" before she giggles and runs away again. Clarke is left dumbfounded because she couldn't believe Lexa was able to trick her with seduction
Hey everyone! Time got away from me and I didn't really get around to planning anything for Clextober this year but I noticed we had someone share a post and I figured what the hell we could still do it and just have the rest of October towards Clextober.
This year we will do 31 prompts for Clextober. Post anytime this October. We will not have a set week. So pretty much anything Fall or Halloweenish I will reblog. Sorry for dropping the ball this year.
How To Participate:
Fanart, fanvids, fanfics, moodboards, photo manipulations, fic recs, anything that screams Clexa with a spice of Fall/October/Halloween - let’s see it!
In the years following the Outbreak, the Fireflies have been convening as many medical minds as they can find to develop a treatment. Lexa Woods has been charged to bring one such mind safely across the country: Clarke Griffin, a medical student trained before the world went to hell. Now that they draw near to their destination, some realities have to be reckoned with--in a Clextober edition to this Clextober-inspired AU.
Chapter 6: Firelight
The firelight is low. The mountain is quiet. Lexa maintains her silence, brokering no distraction from Clarke’s listening; she’d offered the CD player in the hopes of giving her something other than her nightmare to focus on, and talking isn’t helping. Sure enough, after long enough with no interruption Clarke moves the foam earphone back over her ear and really settles in to listen. Her shoulders drop, her expression relaxes…
But it’s Lexa who finds herself somewhere else. Because in this stillness, where everyone else is asleep and the decay of their world is out of view, where there is nothing but them and the forest—where there is no one but the stars watching on. Here, in this space, there is nothing to remind her that they aren’t just…at a campfire. That she isn’t younger, that she doesn’t have the baggage she drags behind her, and that there isn’t just a pretty girl sitting with her in the quiet, listening to her music.
And Clarke is so very pretty. Lexa can’t look away from the way her lashes brush her cheeks or the perfect bow pressed into her lip; the shadow of the cleft in her chin, the dull glint of amber drawn from her hair by the fading firelight.
Tomorrow they arrive at UEC. Tomorrow they say their goodbyes, and part ways forever.
Will tomorrow be the first day of a lifetime of kicking herself for never saying anything? For having the chance right here, at her fingertips, and letting it slip away?
Forged in the fires of hell and phosphorus embers of perdition, Lexa, a demon, walks among them. From the dawn of man crawling from their caves on bended knee, to the concrete skylines of the new world, she watched them flourish, thrive, and crumble. Smelled the smoke of their burning Eden while sipping their sin like the finest opulent wine.
"Kiss me harder," Lexa whimpers against the heat of Clarke's milk and honeyed mouth as hands work their will below.
In every lifetime she is different. A different face. A different name. Golden blonde bleeding to silver, burnt amber to black. A village healer who seeks to comfort. A coven leader who works her incantations in vain. A conjurer, a shawoman, a witch by so many shifting names. From the days when beasts roamed free and she, only a nomad protecting her clan through a veil of ancient mystics, to Clarke Griffin of the new age, the midwife with a strange knack for saving lives already thought lost to this realm.
"Fuck, Lex," Clarke sighs, rolling her hips into the thrust of Lexa's fingers hard enough to rattle the bones.
From the beginning, Lexa has watched her hone her craft, over decades and centuries and long lost millennia. Has watched her conjure and harness death in the smoke of fire-stoked chants, as her beating heart burned at the stake. Has kissed the choked, 'May we meet again' from the blue of her lips, felt the cold of her skin as she drowns on the riverbanks by their righteous hands in the never ending cycle of loving her, and losing her, and patiently waiting for that someday when she is reborn again.
"I've missed you." Lexa feels her tears turn to ash in the chalice of Clarke's kiss; quenching and searching and chasing after so many years without.
Hell doesn't burn quite so lovingly in the lifetimes when she loves her back, returning Lexa's kisses and aching for her touch with equally wicked smiles. When she breathes her passion and pleasure against the warmth of Lexa's lips and lays her body among the ruins of their blasphemy. Back arched and legs spread as she pants for Lexa to fill her more, to take her rougher. To pour her sinister lust into her. The lifetimes where Lexa gets to hold her, taste and touch her, to feel her wrapped tight and wet around her fingers… Those are lifetimes that bring color to the grey of Lexa's damnation. When power seeps from her like a sieve of midnight fury, tasting of blood and summer sweet dandelions on Lexa's tongue.
Clarke gasps in pants and sacred salt, hands breaking the circle upon such consecrated ground. "Don't let me forget, baby. Don't let me forget you."
Beyond her earthly bindings, the truth of her remains. The unwavering essence that calls to Lexa from the four corners of the Earth whenever she returns to her.
Her soul remains true in every lifetime, in every iteration
And always, Lexa has loved her.
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Or, Demon Lexa falling for every reincarnation of Witchy Clarke over the expanse of eternity, but mostly I'm just here for the aesthetics 🎃
A year after the murder of her mother, Clarke is terrorized by a masked killer who targets her and her friends by using scary movies as part of a deadly game.
Scream 2
Two years after the first series of murders, as Clarke acclimates to college life, someone donning the Ghostface costume begins a new string of killings.
Scream 3
While Clarke and her friends visit the Hollywood set of Stab 3, the third film based on the Woodsboro murders, another Ghostface killer rises to terrorize them.
In addition, the Scream 1 movie trailer @eris223 and I collaborated on a while back.
