10 years of Clexa kisses (Cut to the Chase edition)
“What do you think?”
Lexa stands behind the chair, taking the jagged, razor-finished ends of Clarke’s artfully dishevelled locks between her fingers. Her expression is unreadable, except for the subtle pout of her lips as she scrutinises the symmetry of her work.
For her part, Clarke is very much enjoying the pleasurable tug on her scalp.
“Good shag.”
In the mirror, Lexa casts her eyes towards the ceiling. “Surely we’ve exhausted that joke by now.”
“Have we, though? I think I could get another two or three cracks out of it, minimum.”
Lexa only releases a quiet sigh, combing her long fingers through the flicked-out layers at the back to give the volume a little extra oomph. And Clarke could get easily get used to this: Lexa’s hands in her hair. It already feels familiar.
“I love it, Lexa. Genuinely.”
The cut is fucking awesome. She looks like the illegitimate love child of Stevie Nicks and Farrah Fawcett, conceived during an epic three-day odyssey of drug-fuelled debauchery and mayhem. Pour her into a pair of skintight black leather pants, apply a fuckton of smoky liner and silver eyeshadow, and she’s ready to be inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.
If she’s being honest, she wasn’t sold on the bangs at first but they really frame her face and bring out her features.
Yeah… it’s safe to say she’s feeling it.
And Lexa is too, if the way she’s staring is any indication.
“So…” Clarke lifts her eyebrows expectantly.
“Right.” Lexa springs into action. “I’ll take this—“
She plucks the cutting collar from Clarke’s shoulders and puts it aside. Helps Clarke out of the cape and guides her towards the reception area with a hand at the small of her back.
“Linc, could you ring it up for me?”
He perks up as soon as his eyes land on Clarke, and he gives the new ‘do a nod of approval.
Lexa lowers her voice for Clarke’s ears only. “I have to make some calls to clear my schedule, but you can wait here or there’s a decent coffee shop across the street.”
“I‘ll wait.”
Clarke is antsy enough without adding caffeine to the equation.
Lexa remains where she is, eyes making a slow sweep of Clarke’s outfit, from the peep toe heels, bare legs exposed by the short, one-piece romper suit, lingering on the line of her cleavage. Getting stuck there for a second. And Clarke sees the small gulp, the slight bob of Lexa’s throat as she swallows.
When their eyes meet again, Lexa’s are dark and full of glittering promise. It’s a look that leaves no doubt about what her intentions are for the rest of the afternoon.
Clarke sends her off with a hushed, “Be quick.”
While she deals with payment—trying not to wince too obviously at the charge on her credit card (this place definitely has the price tag to reflect its celebrity clientele)—she leaves a tip generous enough to make Lincoln’s brown eyes bulge almost as much as his biceps do.
He almost falls over himself to oblige Clarke with a snap for Insta. She’s in the midst of posing up a storm for their mini photo shoot when Lexa returns, a little red in the face, a backpack slung over one shoulder, hair loose and flowing free again.
“Ready?” Lexa asks Clarke.
Lincoln looks perplexed as Clarke relieves him of her phone with her thanks.
He frowns. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Yeah, I cleared it with Anya. She already gave me shit so don’t start, okay?”
He holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Later.”
Clarke gives him a sheepish parting wave as she hustles to keep up with Lexa’s long strides. As soon as they step outside onto the sidewalk, she reaches for Lexa’s wrist.
“Hey. Look, Lexa, I don’t want you to get into trouble with your boss because of...”
She trails off, silenced by Lexa crowding into her space, backing her against the whitewashed wall.
“Me,” Clarke finishes on an exhale.
Lexa’s hands cup her neck, thumbs stroking over her jaw, and Clarke draws in a hurried breath before Lexa breaches the final gap.
Clarke sighs into the soft crush of lips. Waits only a beat before she pulls Lexa’s lean frame flush against her body by the belt loops of her jeans. Heart racing, knees trembling as Lexa’s mouth shifts and the kiss deepens with mutual hunger.
“Upstairs?” Clarke pants out after probably a solid thirty seconds of thoroughly acquainting herself with the contours of Lexa’s mouth.
Lexa nods and surges forward again, claiming a string of heated kisses that leave Clarke wobbly on her feet when they separate.
“Side alley. Entrance is around back.”
The fact Lexa only seems capable of speaking in fragmented sentences is a tremendous ego boost, but Clarke’s not going to boast about it. Yet.
Tangling their fingers together, Lexa tugs Clarke in the right direction with a determined gait, charging down the alleyway and up the stairs to the second floor.
you know i headcanon once cttc! clarke got back from canada her 1st stop isn't her own apartment but lexa's and by some snooping maybe days or a week later she somehow stumbled upon lexa's strap in one of the many boxes that just sits unpacked in lexa's apartment and BAM WE ALL WHAT FOLLOWS AFTER am i right or-
Heard So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings by Caroline Polachek and I remembered your fic Cut to the Chase and headed right on over to read it and it was the best decision I made all week. Love this fic and your words. Thanks for sharing them with us! Gonna sleep so good now!
Thank you! 💜
I always think of CttC Lexa when I hear that song.
Diff anon but wanted to share that So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings by Caroline Polachek makes me think of Cut to the Chase. I just re read it recently and you should rest easy knowing that your fics hit every time. Just real good stuff Nachos.
Thank you and YES! That song was actually at the forefront of my mind while I was writing.
When I get into bed and all settled in for the evening tonight I'm going to finish ch 2 of CTTC. The first chapter I reread and fuck was it hot. The part when Clarke is paying for her new do and Lexa gets a look at Clarke's rack. Hot hot hot. Have you planned out how many chapters? Thank you from the bottom of my lesbian heart.
Thank you, I hope you like chapter 2!
I have loose plans for two more chapters, because I honestly never tire of writing about Clexa thirsting over each other haha.
Damn Nachos, you are doing an amazing job helping us during the quarantine. Thank you so much for the update. It was everything. I hope Lexa gets around to finding that strap 🥵
