So I was looking at Clexa Fanart and all these random one-shot ideas started popping into my head and I just had to write them, so send me prompts and I'll write them the best I can!
Another long, loud sigh.
"Almost done, Lexa."
"You were 'almost done' half an hour ago."
"I know, but I can't seem to capture how beautiful you are!" Lexa remained strangely silent, and when Clarke glanced up again, she found Lexa with a tiny smirk on her face. "Hold it right there," she said, quickly rubbing at the paper and redrawing the edges of Lexa's lips with an upward quirk. "There," she grinned, satisfied. Lexa rolled her eyes.
"Finally."
"Finally? That took less than an hour!"
"But it felt like forever. I wasn't next to you." It was Clarke's turn to fall silent, a rarer feat for her than the Grounder before her. She was biting her lip to hold in a smirk of her own. Lexa still amazed her. "Can I see?" Lexa sauntered over in that slow, inviting way of hers and leaned over Clarke's shoulder to see the sketch on the easel. Lexa had wanted to wear her war paint and kit herself out in full Grounder fashion, as all portraits of the Commander were required to be, but Clarke had refused. According to her, Lexa's 'natural beauty' lay in her image when she wasn't, as Clarke so eloquently put it, looking like a raccoon. Lexa stared at the easel for a long time, so long that Clarke began to worry.
"You don't like it?" she asked, startling Lexa out of her thoughts.
"What? No, I love it. It's the most beautiful drawing I've ever seen." Clarke carefully pulled the paper free and handed it to Lexa.
"Then here."
"For me?" Clarke nodded.
"Put it up on your wall, so that every day you see it and are reminded of you beautiful you are." Lexa shook her head and pulled Clarke into a long, slow kiss that made her whole body tingle with delight.
"I love you so, so much." Clarke would have replied in kind, but her lips were once again otherwise occupied.