"So, are you mad?"
"This is the happiest day of my life. Why would I be mad?"
There was a slight pause as the brunette tilted her head in thought. Her light eyes sparkled mischievously as she smirked. "Well, my last name does come first."
The other woman scoffed, puffing out her lips. "Do you honestly think people are going to take the time to call you Mrs. Blake-Reyes?" Raven twirled her wife once then pulled her against her body. She smiled when Octavia's arms instantly snaked around her neck. "Face it." Her arms wrapped around Octavia's waist and she pressed her body tightly against her new wife's. "You're Octavia Reyes now."
The smile broke slowly across Octavia's lips as she leaned down in and softly kissed her. She pulled back just a bit to look into her beautifying brown eyes. Her fingertips brushed lightly up and down her wife's neck.
"I'm totally okay with that." Octavia whispered against her mouth. She lightly tugged Raven forward and kissed her once again.
Clarke watched her best friends from the edge of the dance floor. She clasped her hands together and pressed them against her chin. She had always been in awe of the love between Raven and Octavia.
They rarely showed it in public but, between the sarcasm and the jokes, there was a deep layer of love and respect. A bond built from friendship…. good times… bad times... and everything in between.
She remembered wishing she could find someone like that. Someone to be her forever. To be the person who was her everything in between. Now that she had, her life was full and complete. She couldn't imagine anything better than spending the rest of her days wrapped in Lexa's arms.
"Here you go."
Clarke turned at the sound of her familiar voice. The one she listened for in the morning and fell asleep to every night. Lexa had a bright smile as she held out the glass of wine.
"Thank you." Clarke accepted the glass and immediately set it down on the table.
Lexa flashed her a confused look. "You don't want it?"
Her green eyes shifted downward to see Clarke's outstretched hand. She furrowed her bow when Clarke wiggled her fingers. A half smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she accepted the offered hand.
"Dance with me." It was more of a playful order then a request that caused Lexa to shake her head and chuckle.
"Sure, beautiful."
Lexa placed her glass on the table and allowed herself to be lead toward the dance floor. Lexa pulled Clarke close, resting her hand on her hip. When the artist slid her hand across her shoulder, a light shiver passed through her body. She took in a deep, calming breath. Even after all their time together, their nights sharing the same home and the same bed, Clarke still made her feel like she was dreaming.
But Lexa knew she wasn't. All of this was real. The butterflies. The tiny shutters. The pounding of her heart. All of this was one hundred percent real.
And one hundred percent Clarke.
She intertwined their fingers and held Clarke's hand against her heart. She knew her heart was pounding and she could see that Clarke felt it. The way her blue eyes met hers. The look of utter devotion filling the blondes features.
"What are you thinking about?" Clarke inquired, her free hand brushing lightly against Lexa's cheek.
"How cheesy would it sound if I said you?"
Clarke chuckled softly. "About as cheesy as every other smooth line you've tried on me."
The corner of Lexa's lip twitched upward. "Well, it's the truth." She studied Clarke for a moment, taking in every feature. "You look beautiful."
"You don't look so bad yourself." Clarke responded, her fingertips brushed lightly against her girlfriend's neck.
Lexa cocked an eyebrow with a mock arrogant expression. "Well, you know…"
Clarke chuckled lightly and shook her head. She glanced to her left and smiled at the sight before her. Raven and Octavia held each other close, foreheads pressed together. Raven whispered to her and Octavia busted into laughter. She swatted the back of her wife's head lightly then placed a kiss on her lips.
"I'm so happy for them." Clarke confessed with a small sigh.
Lexa turned her head and smiled. "Have you ever thought about it?"
Clarke turned her attention back to Lexa. Her eyes locked on her profile while the woman watched the couple dance. "About what?"
"Getting married." Lexa turned back to her.
"To you?" Clarke smirked, her throat bobbing in a hopefully inconspicuous swallow.
Lexa returned her smirk and shrugged. "I don't know, maybe." She tilted her head slightly. "Then again, there is this really cute girl that works with Anya…"
Clarke gasped and swatted at her shoulder. "Not funny."
Lexa laughed once again. She shifted her hands and placed them on Clarke's waist. Her arms wrapped around her and she pulled Clarke close. "You know you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with."
She leaned in and placed a small kiss on the blonde's forehead. Clarke closed her eyes, reveling in the touch of her love's lips against her skin. Lexa pulled back slowly with a half-smile, patiently waiting for those beautiful blue eyes to open and look at her. After a moment, they did and Lexa felt her heart flutter in her chest. Her stomach clenching with the love she felt for Clarke and everything they have.
"Maybe one day." Clarke whispered, holding her gaze as her fingers absentmindedly brushed against the back of her love's neck.
Lexa's smile stretched a bit further. She raised her hand to tuck a strand of soft blonde hair behind Clarke's ear as her eyes danced over her features. "I hope so." She replied, tenderly then pressed a soft lingering kiss on her lips…
Lexa had always been amazed at the way time moves.
Minutes turn into hours. Hours turn into days. Days turn into weeks. So on and so forth. A space between life and everything that goes along with it. Before you know it, you've lost track of it all and you have no idea how to get it back. Just how to move forward and make up for time lost.
Lexa sighed heavily as she walked through the door of the apartment. She removed her laptop bag from around her shoulder, feeling the strap scrap across the skin on her neck. She exhaled at the touch, ignoring the burning sensation from the inevitable scrape. She places the bag on the table by the door and toss her keys on top of it.
This had to be the longest day of her life.
Actually, every day was long.
Between the last of her studies, work, and Clarke preparing for her big break…. The couple had barely seen one another. The most they've done is crawl into bed when the other is asleep and cuddle in close. There was always a whispered I love you followed by several small, tired kisses to bare skin.
Lexa took in a deep breath and hummed. She knew that smell. She loved that smell. Her girlfriend was busy in the kitchen cooking her favorite meal. It just so happened to be the first thing Clarke every made for her. A sleepy smile slipped onto her lips as she made her way toward the kitchen.
She paused in the door way, leaning against the frame as she watched the gorgeous woman standing by the stove. Her blonde hair was pulled back, twisted in a messy ponytail. The number thirteen on the back of her shirt, another one stolen from Lexa's half of the closet, was stained with different colors of paint as were the tight blue shorts hugging her thighs and backside.
The light sound of a continuous thumping drew her attention away from her girlfriend. Mac, the newest edition to their home, laid at her feet. He stared at Lexa, panting lightly as he wagged his black and white tail happily. Clarke glanced down at the husky, his attention turning to her for a moment as he tilted her head at the sound of her voice.
"Are you happy she's home, Mackie?" Clarke questioned, her tone raised just a bit. The husky wagged his tail harder, a half whine half bark escaping his throat. She smiled and wrinkled her nose at him. "Me too."
Lexa released a breathy chuckle and pushed herself away from the door frame. The thumping continued and he released a high pitched bark when she scratched his head then under his cheek. He leaned into the attention and whined when she chose to wrap her arms around Clarke from behind instead.
Clarke sighed and relaxed into the hold. She closed her eyes when Lexa pressed a kiss to her shoulder then tilted her head to give the brunette better access to her neck. Her skin tingled at each touch of Lexa's lips on her skin. From her neck to her cheek to her neck again. Her smile grew when the brunette tightened her grip and rested her chin on her shoulder. They stayed silent for a long moment. Only sounds of the stove and Mac filling the space around them.
"How was your day?" Clarke asked, softly, finally breaking the silence.
"I missed you." Lexa confessed, pressing a kiss to her shoulder once again. Her lips made a trail up Clarke's neck and she pressed a small kiss behind her ear. "Is it time for us to just be us again?"
Clarke brushed her fingers along Lexa's arm as her love continued to place loving kisses on her neck and shoulder. She breathed in then out at the feeling. "Yes." She turned in Lexa's arms, finally meeting the beautiful green eyes that belonged to the love of her life. "I promise, no painting this weekend." She touched the tip of Lexa's nose. "Cell Phone off and no laptop."
Lexa untangled one arm from around her girlfriend. She crossed her finger over her heart. "I promise."
She closed the gap between them and kissed Clarke's waiting lips. Clarke took in a breath through her nose, her arms sliding further around the slightly taller girls neck. Their bodies pressed tightly together leaving very little, if any, space between them.
They could hear the sound of a high pitched whine followed by the scrape of nails against tile. Clarke smiled against Lexa's lips, doing her best to withhold her laugh. "Someone wants you to take him for a walk." Her words vibrated against Lexa's lips before she kissed her deeply.
Lexa released a half whine herself when Clarke's lips pulled away. "Two more minutes." She requested, pulling Clarke in once again.
The soft bark echoed through the kitchen and the sound of scratching nails returned. Mac sat at their feet, his blue eyes moving from one to the other. His leash hung from his mouth and he released another half whine half bark.
"Okay, Mac, I hear you." Lexa breathed out and reluctantly stepped away from Clarke. She took the leash from his mouth and scratched the top of his head.
Clarke smiled as she watched Lexa nudge her nose against Mac's, earning a lick to the face for her actions. When Lexa made a jokingly disgusted noise and wiped her face, Mac licked her again causing Clarke to chuckle.
"We shouldn't be long." Lexa stated as she rose from her crouched position, scratching the top of his head once again.
"I'll have everything ready when you get back." Clarke stated, checking the time on her phone. She saw the message from Octavia waiting on her lock screen. "Shit! I forgot I was talking to Octavia."
Lexa shook her head and chuckled. She wrapped her hand through the handle of his leash and took a step closer to Clarke. "I've got my phone if you need me."
"I always need you." Clarke smirked as she smacked a quick kiss onto her lips and watched as her girlfriend made her way out of the kitchen.
Clarke listened for the door to close. She picked up her phone and stared down at her text conversation with Octavia. She typed back quickly, realizing how long she kept her friend waiting.
6:30pm(Clarke): Hey, sorry! Lexa just got home.
6:32pm(Octavia): No worries. Sooo are you going to do it?
6:34pm (Clarke): No… not tonight.
6:36pm (Octavia): Why not?
6:38pm (Clarke): This is going to be the first weekend we've spent together with no interruptions in months. I want us to just reconnect. I don't want to put any pressure on her.
Clarke paused in thought for a moment and quickly typed another message.
6:38pm (Clarke): You didn't say anything to Raven, right? You know she can't keep a secret…
6:39 (Octavia): LOL! No she's completely in the dark which she's going to kill me for when she finds out.
6:39 (Octavia): Seriously though… Clarke, Lexa loves you.
6:43 (Clarke): I know.
6:45 (Octavia): And you love her.
6:46 (Clarke): More than anything…
6:48 (Octavia): Then go for it! Ask Lexa to marry you!
"Mac, no." Lexa ordered with a sigh as she tugged on his leash.
The husky dug his paws into the dirt to hold his ground as he continued to sniff the strange object lying on the ground. Lexa struggled, trying not to tug to hard. She didn't want to hurt him but she really needed him to get moving. They had been out longer than she expected and his nosey behavior was making it even longer.
She just wanted to get back to Clarke.
"Mac, seriously, come on." She breathed when he stopped to sniff the ground. "Your mom is waiting for us." Her phone started to vibrate and she reached into her pocket to pull it out. "See. That's probably her wondering what's taking so long." She glanced at her phone and huffed when she saw the picture flashing on the screen. Her finger slid across it and she pressed the phone to her ear as she and Mac started their walk home. "I thought I told you I wasn't answering any calls this weekend."
"But you just did…."
Lexa smirked. "Just to tell you that I wasn't."
"That makes zero sense."
"What do you want, Anya?"
"You left a box on your desk. It looks kind of important…"
"Anya, don't open it." Lexa ordered, quite sternly as Mac started to jog causing her to speed up her steps. "That's private."
"It sounds like it's moving."
"Anya! Seriously!" The panic from her sister and the chasing behind Mac made her voice sound strained and out of breath.
"Is it a ring?"
"That's none of your business."
"I'm your sister. Everything is my business."
When Mac slowed his pace, Lexa was grateful for a moment to catch her breath. She exhaled heavily, leaning against a tree. Her green eyes closed as her free hand raised to rest over her face. "Yes, it's a ring."
There was a long pause on the other end. Lexa furrowed her brow and pulled the phone from her ear. They were still connected so she definitely hadn't lost her. "Anya?"
"When are you going to do it?" Anya asked, her tone even with a hint of excitement that only someone who knew Anya well could hear.
"Soon." Lexa responded, the smile crossing her face easily as Mac barked signaling they could start walking again. She followed behind him. "Please don't say anything. Especially to Raven. She can't keep a secret to save her life."
"I won't, I won't." Anya laughed and Lexa could have sworn she heard her clap her hands together. "I am so happy for you!"
"Wow, this is the most excited I've ever heard you get about anything." Lexa scrunched her brow as she and Mac turned the final corner toward their apartment. "I'm a little scared."
"Oh shut up." Anya scoffed. "You have to let me know how you did it after she says yes."
Lexa stopped at the steps leading up to their apartment building. "Do you really think she's going to say yes?"
"Please tell me you're kidding?"
"I don't know, Anya. I mean, yes, we love each other, but what if marriage isn't her thing? What if she is just content with us living together and that…."
"She's going to say yes." Anya interrupted.
Lexa exhaled, her body relaxing at her sister's words. A soft smile played on her lips as she toyed with Mac's leash. "Thanks, An."
"Love you, kid. Enjoy the weekend and we will talk more about this on Monday."
Lexa chuckled and shook her head. "Love you too. Talk to you then." She moved the phone from her ear and pressed the screen to disconnect the call. Her focus turned to Mac who was sitting by her feet, panting happily and wagging his tail. "Ready to go inside?"
Mac rose to his feet and barked, turning in a wild circle.
She motioned her head toward the steps and wiggled his leash. "Come on, son." She said as she walked up the steps with Mac walking dutifully beside her.
Clarke pulled her hair up as she walked from the bathroom to their bedroom.
Stray blonde tendrils fell across her face as she gathered her long hair in her hands. She made her way toward the bed where Lexa was lying with her back against the headboard. The brunette was focused on the book in her hand as the other scratch the top of Mac's head. Clarke smiled at the scene before her as she wrapped her hair up in a semi messy ponytail.
"Mac, time for bed." She called out causing both of them to look at her. She tossed a wink at Lexa then clapped her hands together. "Come on, Mackie. Go to bed."
The husky simply stared at her before releasing a growl of a yawn and settling back into the mattress.
Clarke rested her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at the smirk playing on Lexa's lips. "He never listens to me when you're home."
"Because he spends most of his day with you." Lexa shrugged one shoulder, the smug little smirk still present. "He misses me."
Clarke pointed over her shoulder with her thumb. "I can go sleep on the couch." She quirked an eyebrow with a mischievous grin.
Lexa stared at her for a moment then turned to Mac. "Mac, bed time." She ordered, scratching his head then pointing toward the door. "Go on, buddy."
Mac whined and stood from the bed. Her jumped off causing the mattress to shift. His blue eyes peered up at Clarke as he licked her waiting hand earning him a few strokes on his fur. She patted him lightly, kissing his nose then shuffled him off toward the door. Once he was through it, she closed the door and padded toward the bed.
Lexa set her book aside and watched as Clarke crawled across the mattress toward her. She shifted her body slightly so Clarke could lie half on top of her. "Dinner was amazing." She complimented, gazing into those beautiful blue eyes.
"Thank you." Clarke slide her hand under the black tank top Lexa wore to bed. She grinned when Lexa shuttered at the contact. "What do you want to do tomorrow?"
"I don't know." Lexa shifted their position, rolling Clarke onto her back. She hovered over her and Clarke slid her hands over her shoulders, clasping her hands behind her neck. She placed a chaste kiss on her lips then pulled back to look into her eyes once again. "This is kind of nice. We could do this all day."
Clarke chuckled lightly. "How about for part of the day?" She moved her hand to brush her fingers down her girlfriend's jawline.
"I'll take it." Lexa spoke softly as she leaned down and pressed another kiss to her lips.
Clarke held her in place, guiding her tongue across Lexa's bottom lip. A silent request for entrance which she was eagerly granted. They kissed deeply, passionately, pouring every ounce of love for one another with each movement of their lips against each other's. Lexa moved to rest her body fully on top of Clarke's, smiling against her lips when she felt Clarke's leg slip around her waist.
She kissed Clarke's chin then her throat feeling the hard swallow which only caused her smile to broaden. Her path of nips, licks, and kisses made their way to Clarke's neck, moaning when the blonde gripped her hair and tugged roughly. The sound of her girlfriend's breathing become more rapid and heavy only drove her further.
"Lexa…"
"Hmmm…"
"Will you..." Clarke paused, feeling the clench in her stomach and flutter in her chest. Octavia's text flashing in her brain. She cleared her throat, trying to shake it off but her nerves were on end. Not only from the question pounding in her brain but from the feel of Lexa's mouth moving against her skin. "…definitely be at my show?" She closed her eyes, her teeth pressed hard into her bottom lip, when she felt Lexa's movements stop.
Lexa furrowed her brow, her green eyes dark with the rush of desire running through her veins. "Seriously?"
Clarke kept her teeth against her lip, flashing an adorable look. She just nodded and Lexa shook her head with a chuckle.
"Yes, of course." Lexa promised, brushing the random strands of hair away from her face. "I was thinking we could go out to dinner after and celebrate."
Clarke smiled up at her. "You don't even know if I'll be successful."
"Yes I do."
"How?"
"Because you're special. You're talented." She kissed the tip of her nose, pulling back with an encouraging smile. "You're going to take the art world by storm and I'll be by your side the whole time."
Clarke could feel the tears being to form behind her eyes. She held them back, a smile spreading across her face. "I love you, Lexa Woods."
A full smile crossed her lips. The one that Clarke adored. The one that was only for her.
"I love you, Clarke Griffin." She returned as she closed the small space between them and they kissed once again….