Lexa promised Clarke a pride palooza for pride weekend and the "gayest sex ever." Lexa tells Clarke she didn't manage to organize anything and her girlfriend is miffed and decidedly pouty… AKA the scene nobody asked for:)

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Ok, so this is as much as I've written. I've got a couple of other chapters half started. You can motivate me with love and affection! That's a joke, although I do love, love and affection of course:)

Chapter Twenty

'You don't want to go meet up with your mom and dad at the concert?' Lexa asked.

'Nope,' Clarke shook her head wondering why she'd even ask - they had plans - very naked and special plans. Lexa had promised the gayest sex ever and after watching her girlfriend display her talent and sexiness for the last few hours she was more than ready for it.

'I mean I know it's not the parade but you'd get to see your dad in the tshirt? Lexa waggled her eyebrows and smiled.

'With that silly frown all over his face,' she rolled her eyes. 'And I have photos. Lots. I don't want a concert, or even post parade euphoria.'

'What do you want?' Lexa leaned in a little closer, and Clarke felt her breath hitch and a throb of desire roll through her.

'You promised me the gayest sex ever and surprises. I want the gayest sex ever,' she didn't mean to pout but God did she want her gay sex. Lots of it. 'And surprises,' she dropped her voice to a sultry husk.

'Uh, fuck, Clarke. I've been in the studio every day,' Lexa rushed out, her face flushing and filling with a look of dismay. Clarke felt her face fall, and was surprised by the sudden sting of tears. It was fine, of course it was, but she'd been really, really looking forward to it. She'd prepped and preened and put on extra sexy underwear. And it was her first pride out. And Lexa had promised.

'So no rainbow sheets?' she felt her pout grow as Lexa winced and shook her head.

'Did you at least get Lincoln's rainbow scarf?' She didn't pull her lip back in, even when Lexa kissed it, a soft, tender, apologetic kiss.

'I'm sorry,' Lexa bumped her nose against hers in that sweet way she did that normally turned Clarke to putty, but fuck, she'd really, really been looking forward to the night and Lexa had promised it would be special. She hated herself for it, but she'd kind of expected more from her girlfriend and she felt let down. She tried to pull herself together and be rational - Lexa had been working extremely hard and coming to see her every night.

'It's fine. I mean, there's next year. Or a different city. It's ok, you know,' she muttered begrudgingly.

'Shit Clarke, I'm really sorry,' Lexa looked utterly contrite as she took her hand. 'I mean, didn't you say any sex between us is gay because we're both girls?'

'I don't know,' such a cop out, she thought. She wanted celebration and rainbows and a goddamned fuss. 'I really just thought…I guess I was really looking forward to tonight. And you know, the idea that you'd make it special and maybe it was just really unfair because you know…I know you've been working so hard and I don't know when you would have sorted out anything, but fuck…'

'It can still be special,' Lexa reassured, but Clarke just felt flat and kind of depressed. 'We'll get take out and make cocktails and I'll go down on you twice.'

'Yeah, ok,' well that was something. She enjoyed that a lot. But it wasn't rainbow sheets, a pride party for two or new positions. 'Sure.'

'You can be disappointed Clarke,' Lexa told her and it served to do two things - bring out her disappointment and endear Lexa to her, despite said disappointment.

'It's just it was my first pride…you know when I'm proud and out and owning who I am,' she attempted.

'I promise it'll still be special,' Lexa peppered her face with kisses and Clarke decided to go for what she wanted,

'Will you still do the uh…different positions?' She looked up at her from under fluttering lashes and Lexa grinned, apparently optimistic that she'd been forgiven.

'Like you could stop me,' Lexa kissed her nose and then her lips and the kiss quickly became heated - at least Lexa was horny and not just tired. 'Let's go home.'

'Yeah,' she nodded, sliding her hand into Lexa's, still feeling the sting of disappointment.

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'It was really nice of Raven to lend us her jeep for these two weeks,' Lexa said brightly.

'Hmmm,' Clarke was feeling irritated now, in addition to the disappointed. They hadn't even been together for a year and Lexa was breaking a promise about something that was really important to her. If she'd known Lexa wasn't planning a special pride celebration as promised she may have chosen to miss watching the band in the studio and gone with her parents to the parade. Deep down she knew she wouldn't have, but it would have been nice to have had the choice. And Lexa had to know how important it was to her - she'd been going on about it for the last week.

'You ok?' Lexa shot her a look.

'Yeah fine…just gonna text Raven and O,' she sounded pissed off even to her own ears. Lexa just nodded guiltily and fixed her eyes on the road ahead.

Clarke - I'm pissed off.

Octavia - What's happened?

Raven - With the Commander? Really? Wow, I thought that would literally never happen.

Clarke - Shut up

Raven - What did she do? Give you only three orgasms instead of four?

Octavia - Rae, try being serious for once

Raven - I am! If she's gonna get Clarke used to a certain level of care, she needs to maintain it, that's all I'm saying

Clarke - Don't you remember what tonight is?

Raven - I haven't forgotten…remember your little rainbow wrapped gift

Clarke - No point opening it:(

Octavia - Why so sad?

Raven - Why not? I'm confused. I thought you had a whole "gayest sex ever" thing planned? A whole pride palooza?

Octavia - I'd think a rainbow wrapped gift…especially from Raven, would fit right in?

Clarke - Lexa didn't do it

Raven - Specify it?

Clarke - There's no special pride day fiesta. There's no palooza

Raven - come again?

Clarke - Lexa didn't organize anything. She was too busy and I don't know…forgot or something.

Octavia - Lexa forgot? Really?

Raven - WTF?

Clarke -I don't know whether she forgot, or ran out of time or what - but yeah we're getting take out instead

Raven - You pissed?

Clarke - Fuck, I know I should understand because she'd been working so hard but yeah. Where's the effort? It's like every other relationship I've ever had

Octavia - She has been coming to see you every night

Clarke - She promised me the gayest sex ever

Raven - So have sex - problem solved. And don't forget my gift. It may help!

Clarke - But you got me a gift because *you* knew how much tonight meant to me. How come you know and she doesn't?

Octavia - Did you remind her?

Clarke - Duh. We've spoken about it loads. She knew.

Raven - Clearly she didn't.

Octavia - You can still have a nice night. Go have sex like Raven said - it'll be totally gay

Clarke - I don't know. I don't feel like it anymore. I should just get her to drop me home.

Raven - Your parents are out at pride, I think given it's your first pride as an out bisexual you really aught to celebrate

Clarke - I thought so too, though apparently my girlfriend didn't think it was a big deal

Octavia - She's done pride - maybe she just didn't realize quite how important it was to you?

Clarke - She has, *I* haven't and she knows that

Raven - Don't be too harsh Clarke…maybe just tell her how you feel. She loves you, you know?

Clarke - Yeah I know. Didn't take long for the magic to fade though

Octavia - don't be ridiculous

Raven - And don't talk bullshit. She messed up. Let her redeem herself, ok?

Clarke - Ugh whatever. She knows I'm upset, so maybe if she's all contrite and sweet I'll feel better

Raven - I'm sure she'll make it up to you

Octavia - She will. The girl wrote an entire album of songs for you - she's hardly complacent about her love for you

Clarke - Well she wasn't

Raven - Take a deep breath Clarke, ok?

Clarke - Sure. See you guys tomorrow.

'You ok?'

'Mmm,' Clarke put her phone away and looked at Lexa as she parked the car. It was so unfair that she always looked so damn good. She felt her libido click into hyperdrive, and her eyes zeroed in on the plump bottom lip that Lexa was currently biting worriedly. Fuck. Her girlfriend was ridiculous hot and she had promised take out, going down on her twice and sex in new positions. Staying mad was one course of action and sex with her beautiful girlfriend the other. She sighed as her anger evaporated. The disappointment was still there but the thought of Lexa's face between her legs, Lexa's apologetic and enthusiastic face, well that was a wonderful image. 'I'm ok,' she reiterated and put her hand on Lexa's strong thigh. Watching Lexa all day had been some sort of aphrodisiac she would have sworn because she was quite ready to ravage and be ravaged.

'I really am sorry,' Lexa's breath hitched at the end of her apology when Clarke deliberately rubbed between her legs.

'You can make it up to me, ok?' She told her and Lexa nodded, legs widening slightly as she rubbed again.

'Fuck…lets go in and I'll make it up to you right now.'

'Deal,' Clarke leaned across and kissed her hard on the mouth, both hating and loving the fact that she couldn't stay away from the girl even when she was hurt and cross. She tried to muster up the anger of before but there was nothing, just a desire to be close with Lexa. They got out of the car, Lexa grabbing her two guitars and Clarke shoving her hand into the back pocket of Lexa's jeans and pinching her butt slightly.

'I am sorry Clarke,' large green eyes fixed on hers, and she wilted like a flower in the desert.

'It's ok. Though I'm holding you to twice,' she pouted.

'Twice it is,' Lexa agreed with a smirk as they waited for the elevator. They stood in silence, but Clarke pressed herself close to her girlfriend, one hand under her tank.

'I love you,' she whispered and Lexa looked at her surprised, brow furrowed.

'I love you too,' Lexa seemed uncertain, unsure of how to deal with Clarke's easy going acceptance of her failure to provide the promised pride day celebration.

'Oh I'm extremely disappointed,' she felt her bottom lip protrude slightly as she thought about the missed opportunity, the crumbling of her lofty expectations. It stung, would sting for a long while.

'I am sorry,' Lexa pressed a kiss to her forehead.

'I know,' she leaned into the kiss, hand squeezing Lexa's butt again from where it was in her back pocket. They travelled the rest of the elevator ride in that position until the doors opened on Lexa's floor, and they headed down the hall.

Clarke watched Lexa fumble for her keys, putting her guitars down to do so. Then she smirked, looking like the cockiest shit to ever walk the planet and Clarke couldn't decide if she was irritated or turned on. Lexa had every reason to be cocky - Clarke was planning to fuck her senseless, but she aught to be a bit more contrite after failing to follow through on plans that were really important to her girlfriend.

'What's that smile for? All cocky and shit?' she asked, keeping her voice neutral.

'You're just cute. And I'm just hoping that tonight is everything you wanted.'

'What do you mean?' she furrowed her brow wondering what Lexa was talking about when a sound she'd never heard escaped her girlfriend. A literal laugh of delight, a giggle that was girlish and pretty, magical and wonderful. Lexa pushed open the door and Clarke knew her jaw must have dropped because Lexa's apartment looked like a dragon and a unicorn had made thousands of rainbow fire babies in it. There were rainbow streamers and paraphernalia everywhere and candles were all over the place - all lit and flickering softly bathing the room in a warm glow.

'Holy fucking crap, Lexa - you lied!' she hit her arm.

'Of course I lied. Part of pride is the hiding the truth and then the utter joy of sharing it,' Lexa grinned impishly, as Clarke stared around in amazement at the effort that must have gone into setting the place up.

'This is the most epic fire hazard I've ever seen. How did you even?' she walked to the table where there was a rainbow cake with Happy Pride Clarke scrawled across it. There was even a vase with a rainbow assortment of flowers - everything from tulips to irises. There was a large rainbow box by the couch and music playing. Clarke listened hard, 'Fuck is that Liza Minnelli playing?'

'You asked for the gayest sex I could manage,' Lexa shrugged, unable to stop smiling. Clarke realized that her cheeks were hurting from the smile on her own face.

'Oh my god,' she laughed loudly as she took a closer look at the rainbow confetti thrown everywhere and realized it was poor depictions of vagina's and boobs. It would be a nightmare to clean up which made Lexa's careless distribution of it even sweeter.

'Ok, so you're dressed all wrong,' Lexa tsked, and began shucking off her own black top, and pushing Clarke's thin jacket off her shoulders. Clarke was extremely on board with getting naked, but Lexa was pulling flannel shirts out of the box by the couch. 'Put this on,' she held out a flannel shirt and Clarke couldn't help but grin in delight as she pushed her arms into the sleeves. Then Lexa was pulling on her own shirt which looked fucking good, before she was reaching back into her box of tricks and pulling out a rainbow assortment of pride beads for each of them. Clarke felt happy, so happy it was spilling out of her, as she giggled, very much looking forward to everything that was sure to follow. She absolutely had the best girlfriend ever and vowed to never doubt her again.