Proposals, engagements, the wedding day and too many food analogies.

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Twenty-Five

'Morning beautiful,' Lexa's voice roused her from her sleep of the dead and she swiped hair from her eyes and opened them to see the girl in question stood leaning casually against the doorframe, looking like a goddess, dressed only in a loose t-shirt. She had a tray in her hands bearing coffee and what looked like bowls of breakfast, making the vision perfect.

'What time is it?' she yawned and stretched in a deliberately feline manner because she knew it turned her girlfr...no, her fiancé on.

'It's ten. I checked your schedule and you're not on until noon,' Lexa told her and she began to fret,

'I know, but I had to go pick up that package my mom sent and the laces on my converse snapped so I was going to go buy some more...' Clarke felt a knot of stress thread through her. She'd proposed two days ago and they had celebrated a lot. She'd worked the following day only to arrive home to a proposal from Lexa. Lexa who had already bought the ring, and had written, recorded and produced a single just for her called "won't you marry me?" It was an absolutely beautiful song that literally blew her away. She'd shared a snippet on Instagram and sent the Internet crazy. After Lexa sang to her, a live version, and she'd accepted, that had obviously resulted in a second round of celebration, before she'd sunk, deliciously sated, into their amazing bed, wrapped around the girl of her dreams, and fallen into the deepest sleep of her life she was sure.

'Done and done,' Lexa winked at her. 'The package is in the living room and the laces are in your converse.'

'Oh,' she smiled because the girl of her dreams apparently planned on making her dreams come true no matter how mundane. 'Then come a little closer with that coffee, baby,' she gave a saucy little wink and when the cover dropped to expose her chest she didn't bother covering back up.

'And fruit salad, yoghurt, granola and chocolate chips just the way you like it,' Lexa smiled, placing the tray down on her bedside table and crawling onto the bed beside her, passing her her coffee first and then her breakfast.

'Is this the kinda pampering I can expect as your wife?' she teased, as if Lexa didn't often do this for her.

'Indeed,' Lexa smiled, as she took her breakfast, their fingers brushing before she looked into the bowl.

'Lexa?' she stared at the letters uncomprehendingly, the carefully chocolate chipped message, "will you marry me?" 'Did I not already answer this question?'

'Well, you stole my thunder Griffin.'

'You mean cos I got there first?' she smirked.

'Yeah. I mean, I love that you asked me first, really love it, and how you asked me, but I have wanted to propose to you practically from the second we met and goddammit but I had a hundred ways thought up of how to do so.'

'Yesterday was perfect.'

'I'm going to make everyday perfect until we're married,' there was a look of fierce determination on her face.

'You can't propose every day Lexa,' she scoffed.

'Yes I can,' Lexa tilted her chin up, the embodiment of defiance.

'Is that supposed to be a threat?' Clarke giggled, taking the chocolate chip dot from the question mark and popping it in her mouth.

'It's my revenge. You will always have proposed first sweetheart, but I'm going to propose in so many different ways so that you know just how much I love you.'

'You have a weak grasp of the concept of revenge,' she pressed a chocolatey kiss to her girlfriends lips. 'But you go for it baby. I plan to enjoy your revenge. A lot.'

'It's my plan for us both to enjoy it,' Lexa arched her brows. 'So?'

'So?'

'I asked a question. One it is customary to answer.'

'You did?' She stared at her girl confused, watching as Lexa's green eyes fell to the bowl. 'Ah, that question.'

'That question.'

'Hmmm...yeah, I think I'll marry you,' she put the bowl on her beside table and drew Lexa to her for a kiss, her eyes looking at the beautiful, one of a kind, ring that now adorned her left hand.

'Well, I believe that calls for a celebration,' Lexa mumbled into the kiss.

'Oh but revenge is sweet,' Clarke giggled at Lexa's roaming hands and heated kisses.

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244 days later

Clarke woke up ensconced in her childhood bed, feeling not as well rested as she would have liked, but she didn't really care, not when the sun was shining on what promised to be a beautiful day. It was hot, so she kicked off the covers and rubbed the head of the puppy at her side - one of Lexa's many, many ingenious methods of proposing had been the selection of Gus, the cutest husky puppy either of them had ever seen. He was still a little puppy really, and to start with had only let them sleep when curled up on the bed beside Clarke. This had thrilled Lexa who claimed he would protect her from danger when she couldn't. Clarke kept trying to point out that they would have to retrain him soon because one, he was going to get bigger, a lot bigger and two, he was already preventing them from having sex in their bed because he did this cute little head tilt thing and watched. After he tried to get involved on one extremely awkward occasion, Lexa had agreed a basket outside their room was the way to go. Of course she hadn't spent last night with Lexa and so she'd snuck the puppy into her bed feeling horribly lonely.

A gentle tap at the door, resulted in a soft puppy growl from Gus.

'Come in,' she called, rubbing his soft head and grinning at his adorable yawn and wagging tail.

'Hey honey,' Abby poked her head around the corner, two mugs of coffee in her hands, bringing them over and putting them beside Clarke's bed. 'How did you sleep?'

'Badly. I missed Lexa.'

'It gets like that. At first I couldn't sleep because of your dads snores and now I can't sleep without them.'

'Lexa doesn't snore,' she smiled whimsically, thinking of the green eyed girl, a small sigh escaping.

'No I'm sure,' Abby rolled her eyes with a smile. 'She did ask me to give you this,' Abby handed over a thick envelope which Clarke grabbed and eagerly opened.

'Oh my god,' she gasped, her skin blanching.

'Are you ok? What is it?' Abby sounded slightly frantic and Clarke didn't blame her - she could only manage to gape at the contents of the envelope, with a stunned expression and given it was the morning of her wedding, Abby probably assumed it was bad news.

She clutched the papers to her chest, heart pounding, unable to believe it.

'Clarke, so help me but if you don't tell me what just happened I will scream,' Abby shook her.

'Lexa asked me to marry her,' she began to smile, and then laughed.

'As she does every day,' Abby rolled her eyes at what she probably deemed extravagant romanticism.

'She bought one of the brownstones near the hospital that I've been mooning after for so long...she actually bought it...and look...she painted the words on the living room wall inside?' she shoved the papers at her mother, that included several pictures of the place, including the mural on the living room wall.

She does realize she doesn't need to keep asking?' Abby smirked at the hearts and the "will you marry me?" decorating the wall in a beautiful living room with wooden floors, high ceilings and large sash windows. The fact that the photo was in the realtor's official house details made Clarke grin because it meant Lexa made them print up the details with her message after she'd already bought the place. Then again Lexa didn't have to do much to convince people to assist her. Her daily proposals were a point of much discussion amongst her fans, who considered her the epitome of romantic and cool and every flattering phrase under the sun. Much like she considered Lexa to be all these things. 'I mean, your wedding is today,' Abby sounded a little exasperated.

'It's a thing,' Clarke shrugged, tapping the home button of her phone so a picture of her and Lexa canoodling appeared, thumb brushing across her girlfriends face, 'it's extremely romantic.'

'One house, a lake side mansion, a puppy, a car and a long vacation, to name but a few of the many ways she's proposed is extravagant Clarke, not romantic. I've heard Raven use the word Lextra and I'm beginning to think I know exactly what she means.'

'She's not "Lextra," she just likes to let me know I'm loved.'

'Really? And how many rings do you have now? How many songs? Houses?'

'You be sure to tell her to stop taking care of me mom, perfect day for it,' Clarke teased, pulling her phone to her ear after hitting call.

'Clarke,' Lexa sounded bright and cheerful, and answered so promptly she had to have been waiting for the call. 'You called!'

'Well I thought you might be wanting my answer,' she flirted.

'Indeed I do,' Lexa spoke quietly as if keeping the conversation away from prying ears.

'I guess, sure...why not.'

'So that's a...'

'That's a yes, I'll marry you.'

'Well it's a relief to hear you accept my proposal,' Lexa feigned gravitas.

'Hmm, shocking I'm sure,' she found herself giggling.

'You happy?'

'You bought us a house! One of the ones I've wanted. Yeah, I'm pretty damn happy.'

'It's a corner lot so only one lot of potentially noisy neighbours. But it's near the hospital and I can get the basement sound proofed so we don't always have to rehearse at Indra's.'

'I love it. I love you. Thank you. I can't actually believe you did that!'

'Anything for you. And for me. I mean, we both wanted a yard for Gus and more space and it's nearer the hospital so less travel time, and all those features we love. It is beautiful.'

'You know what Lexa? All I've really wanted since meeting you, is you!'

'Aww, baby...is that part of your vows?'

'Wouldn't you like to know, cheeky!'

'Yes,' Lexa's breathing could be heard through the phone. 'I missed you last night. I can't sleep very well without your boob as my pillow and my arm wrapped round you.'

'Me either,' she glanced at her mom, but she was pulling her wedding dress out of the closet and floofing the bag it was in. 'I really, really think we should always sleep together.'

'Kinda the point of today,' Lexa laughed softly, sexily into the phone. 'And I agree. How's Gus?'

'Well, I definitely am the more pathetic of the two of us, but he misses you.'

'Good. You're really truly happy about the house?'

'I'm thrilled Lexa. You're the sweetest girl on the entire planet and you're mine.'

'I'm sorry I didn't get to do my last proposal in person and then kiss you all over when you said yes,' she sighed.

'Don't worry. You're going to have plenty of opportunity to kiss me all over later when I'm your wife,' she tried to cover her mouth so her mom didn't hear, but Abby's arched brow and pointed look told her she had been unsuccessful. 'Well we're getting married mom, it's good we still have a healthy sex life!'

'Huh?' Lexa sounded cute and confused.

'My mom is with me.'

'You're talking about me kissing you all over in front of your mom? Clarke,' she whined a little.

'Lexa, don't worry, I'm going to kiss you all over too,' she smirked, deliberately misunderstanding her girlfriends whiny tone. Abby's eyebrows rose even higher.

'Clarke, fuck...your mom doesn't need to hear about us having sex. I don't want her to have a picture of my head between your thighs as she walks you up the aisle!'

'She won't,' Clarke clenched at the thought, 'I will though.'

'Clarke! It's our wedding! It's supposed to be romantic,' Lexa laughed.

'It'll be very romantic. But it can be two things at once you know?'

'Yeah, true,' the sigh down the phone was beautifully contented.

'I can't wait to be Dr. Griffin-Woods!'

'I can't wait to be Lexa Griffin-Woods,' Lexa agreed dreamily.

'Ugh, stop being cute or I'm going to fuck tradition and come find you,' she was the whiny one now, as she felt a sudden need for proximity to her girlfriend.

'Oh know you're not,' Abby plucked the phone from her hand.

'But we just got engaged!' Clarke defended but Abby just rolled her eyes,

'For the two hundredth time,' she scoffed, putting the phone to her ear. 'Lexa, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to go. Clarke has to be primped and preened and you will next see her at the end of the aisle in...about seven hours times...I know...yes...I'm sure... Lexa... Yeah... Don't be silly... I love you too... Yes... Well I'll be texting Jake to tell him know no more calls and to keep you away from your phone... Ok,' her mom ended the call, and pocketed her phone.

'It was actually my 245th proposal and the last one ever,' Clarke sniffled a little, suddenly emotional.

'Well I'm pretty sure she's going to go extra big for anniversaries,' her mom rolled her eyes.

'It's just been...loads of fun, and romantic getting engaged every day,' Clarke gave a sad smile.

'And celebrating apparently,' her mom gave her a pointed look to which she just grinned,

'Oh the celebrating is the best,' she sighed a little. 'I know it seems silly but we're getting married. Two years before we got engaged we couldn't have gotten married because it wasn't legal. Obviously it's more than that. I love Lexa. I know you know that, I know everyone knows that, but she's something more than just special to me, like...not the other half of my soul exactly, but like the right person for my soul.'

'Like a soul mate?' Abby smirked.

'Kind of. She's just someone who makes me exponentially happier. With her, everything falls into place. I can be sad when I'm with her, but not because of her. Meeting Lexa was like...I don't know, like being opened up to a whole new world of food after eating a really restricted diet my whole life...'

'You mean like when you were a kid and you only ate plain food and nothing mixed together?'

'Yeah, exactly. Me before Lexa, was like my food taste as a kid. I was happy with it, it was ok and not unhealthy, but then Lexa came along. And she took the food on my plate and created something spectacular. She mixed, and merged and then added new stuff, her stuff and God, now that plate of plain foods all separated would be terrible and boring. It's like we blend together perfectly. We make not one perfect dish but hundreds of perfect dishes. We're more interesting, prettier, happier, more delicious. More sustaining.'

'That's a rather wordy way of saying soulmate,' her mom grinned at her. 'And I think maybe you're hungry,' she teased. Clarke laughed,

'Lexa is my soulmate. And my best friend. And my lover. And basically my everything.'

'Well good. Because this wedding is to celebrate that.'

There was a bashing at the door, before Octavia and Raven stumbled in and curled up on Clarke's bed, clearly still sleepy. Raven scooping the puppy onto her lap and tickled his tummy.

'What's new?' Raven smiled blearily at them.

'I'm getting married,' Clarke winked with a big smile.

'We know sweetie, we're your bridesmaids,' Octavia pulled her closer on the bed and snuggled into her.

'I mean Lexa asked me to marry her!'

'The last proposal!' Raven shouted and Clarke winced.

'How?' Octavia sat up and Clarke passed Octavia the house details, so they could huddle together and read them.

'Holy fucking shitballs!' Raven declared.

'I'll go make coffee,' Abby told them with a grimace at Raven's loud choice of words.

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'You look really beautiful,' Lexa told her. They were snuggled together on a bench, surrounded by flowers, a little ways away from the music blasting from in the marquee. It was nice to have fresh air and enjoy the waning sun, but the nicest thing was having her new wife to herself after the whirlwind of the day.

'You look really...really fucking hot,' she smirked and Lexa laughed. It was true though. Seeing Lexa in a suit, jacket discarded so the black suspenders were on display against the visible swell of her chest, in her fitted crisp white shirt - it was an incredible turn on. It drove Clarke fucking wild. 'Come here Mrs. Griffin,' she tugged the black skinny tie, until Lexa's mouth was pressed against hers and gave her the dirtiest kiss to ensure her wife knew exactly what her wedding outfit did to her. She wasn't expecting Lexa's kiss to be equally dirty in return, but her wife's hand was eagerly pushing away flounce and layers, as she attempted to make it under her skirt.

'What the fuck is wrong with this dress?' Lexa growled in frustration. 'I want to touch you and your wedding dress is blocking me.'

'Do you hate the dress Lexa?' she giggled.

'I love the dress, I love you in the dress. You look edible in the dress. I want to eat you in the dress,' Lexa spoke heatedly, eyes devouring her in a way that set a beat between her thighs. 'Well eat you out,' she clarified with a rakish charm, eyes desperate.

'You wanna be between my legs and under all that flounce?' Clarke picked up on the kink.

'Fuck yeah,' Lexa actually whimpered and Clarke clenched her legs together. A crunch of feet and a voice alerted her to someone's approach.

'Fuck someone's coming,' Clarke hissed, grabbing Lexa's hand from where it was buried in ruffles and put it on her waist, curling into her wife and pressing warm romantic kisses to her neck, instead of the heated, dirty kisses they'd been sharing moments earlier. 'Talk about something. It might be my granny or some relative.'

'I can't believe your mom allowed the cocktail sausages to go through on the menu choices,' Lexa garbled and Clarke locked eyes with her and mouthed,

'Really?' to which Lexa merely shrugged.

'I thought for sure she'd go taco's instead,' she smirked devilishly.

'Aw come on Lexi, I know it's you who's always wanting tacos,' Clarke grinned.

'I know you'd have been happy with either - cocktail sausages ok, tacos ok, you're that kinda girl, but me? I'm a taco girl,' Lexa playfully held out her hands and pretended to be weighing up tacos and cocktail sausages.

'I think I'm off cocktail sausages for life baby. A taco has so much more variety,' she smiled angelically. 'So many more ways to eat it. It's more exciting, more multifaceted...it has layers...'

'Oh agreed,' Lexa nodded.

'I mean cocktail sausages have their merit, but you can enjoy all the perks of a cocktail sausage without the... without the...' she trailed off as she tried to find the right word.

'Pork?' Lexa filled in and she giggled.

'Yeah, like a vegetarian cocktail sausage in a taco...it would probably be delicious,' she knew Lexa got exactly what the vegetarian sausage was a euphemism for because her pupils were blown, and her fingers were digging into her.

'Very,' Lexa hugged her tight. 'Can we sneak off? No one's here?'

'I'm here you dorks, and I have the cutest goddamn photos of you talking about food, because what else would you talk about on your wedding day but fucking cocktail sausages and tacos...and oh,' Raven began to laugh, 'you weren't talking about food at all you dirty hoes.'

'We thought you might be Clarke's granny.'

'She's drunk and dancing inappropriately with my boyfriend.'

'She always did love Bell,' Clarke snickered.

'Why don't you guys escape for a quickie?' Raven suggested. 'They're gonna want you to cut the cake and do the f'ing speeches soon.'

'I need a room with a table or bed and like fifteen minutes,' Lexa wasn't messing around and Clarke felt a delicious swoop and flutter at the can-do will-do attitude.

'Clarke's room, idiot,' Raven rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone to take more pictures. 'Sorry but you look like you're in some fucking magazine photo shoot.'

'If they try and do anything other than get drunk, stall them. This is our wedding and we wanna have sex,' Lexa was so authoritative that Clarke moaned softly in her ear because she wanted it. 'Ok then,' Lexa stood and turned, scooping Clarke into her strong arms.

'Have fun,' Raven laughed at them and Clarke waved over Lexa's shoulder, watching her friend take more pictures.

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Lexa was impatient, demanding and in total control because she'd lost control. Used to being the instigator and the more dominant one in bed, Clarke was loving every second of her wife's loss of control to her rampant desire. They were a mess on the bed, kissing heatedly as Lexa tried to shove the skirt of her dress up.

'Pull it up before I tear it,' she ordered and Clarke flushed with arousal at the tone, gathering her skirts and pulling them up and around her waist. Lexa was lowering her head underneath them in less than half a second, her hot mouth burning around her clit even though her sexy lace underwear was in the way. 'This is so fucking hot,' Lexa moaned into lace and Clarke felt her body tremble. 'Fuck,' then Lexa's fingers were tugging them down and peeling them off. Clarke widened her legs instinctively, hips rising in anticipation of Lexa's mouth, which found her wet heat moments later. It was a lot like their first time. Lexa had been crazy for her then, had kissed and licked with such abandon and enthusiasm that Clarke had been a stuttering mess. This was no different. Her mouth was eager, sucking, licking, tongue swiping at her clit, then surging inside of her. She didn't know what to expect. There was no rhythm, no technique per say, just her wife's utter desperation to taste her, smell her, be close to her, to push her tongue into her then suck parts of her into her mouth.

'Lexa,' she cried out her name as Lexa pressed her lips around her clit, before surging down to thrust her tongue back inside of her, hands squeezing at her thighs, at her ass, not holding her steady but helping her thrust closer to her face. She felt a smile against her skin and then two fingers slid inside of her and Lexa moved her mouth back to her clit, sealing it around the sensitive bundle. Her tongue toyed with it and her fingers thrust as erratically as her hips were moving against the bed, but they were so skilled, so long and able to reach where she needed them that she was screaming Lexa's name as her body locked those digits inside of her and she pulsed around them, coming spectacularly in a ridiculously short amount of time. Marriage turned her on it seemed. Or Lexa. Definitely Lexa. A whimper from her wife pulled her out of her post-megaorgasmic haze.

'Clarke please,' Lexa looked up at her, eyes dark, mouth covered with her come and she knew what she was asking.

'Take them off,' she nodded and giggled because she'd never seen Lexa undress so quickly, sliding the suspended straps from her shoulders and dropping her pants and underwear, before crawling back to her and clamping their mouths together. Clarke mewled at the taste of herself on Lexa's lips. But it was the taste of Lexa she really wanted. 'Up,' she broke the kiss.

'Up?'

'Sit on my face,' she told her wife who immediately flushed and started to scramble eagerly up her body, which was so cute and funny that the first thing she did was giggle into her delicious wet warmth.

'That's not kind,' Lexa met her eyes with faux indignation. Clarke responded by attacking her clit with her tongue and Lexa's head dropped back. 'Fuck that's more than kind,' she moaned, and her hips thrust forward. Clarke's hands found her hips to help her move but not too much, as she sucked and licked, thumbs swooping circles on her lean thighs. She loved Lexa on her face. Loved how she always lost control and needed her hands to hold her and stop her thrusting into her face too hard. Loved how loud she became, how she swore and leaned back to caress her breasts, not for her pleasure, but because Lexa found her boobs such a turn on that playing with them made her come harder. And Lexa, she was gonna come fucking hard because she was wet and needy, and she'd already lost control, swearing, whimpering and tugging on Clarke's nipples, while palming her breasts through the bodice of her wedding dress.

'Fuck, fucking goddamn, Clarke...' Lexa wailed as she broke free of Clarke's hands and drove down onto her face as she came, wet flooding over Clarke's face as she gave herself over to the feel of Lexa bearing down hard on top of her mouth, hips shaking.

'Baby,' she mumbled into her soft folds and Lexa shook, 'can't breathe,' she mumbled and poked her with her tongue. Lexa moaned but lifted.

'Fuck, I'm sorry.'

'Don't be. I loved that you did that. God I'm so turned on by it,' she told her truthfully as Lexa shimmied down her and curled into her side before collapsing in a heap of languid limbs.

'Yeah? I didn't hurt you?'

'You mean when your soft, gorgeous lady parts crashed into my mouth as you came all over my face?' she smirked and Lexa kissed her.

'Lady parts Clarke? Really?' Lexa teased, nuzzling her neck.

'Well it's a bit of a mouthful to say vagina and vulva, don't cha think? And not all that sexy.'

'Is cunt too crass?' Lexa squinted.

'For our wedding day, I think so,' she bit her lip.

'Pussy?'

'Whatever we call it, the result is the same. I love you pressed tight into my mouth and feeling you lose control. If we didn't have cake to cut and speeches to give I'd want more sex.'

'Yeah?' Lexa's beautiful bright smile was everything in that moment.

'Yeah.'

'I'm so, so happy we're married Clarke.'

'Me too. But...'

'But?' The smile fell from Lexa's face.

'Don't be insane Lexa. Not that kind of but. Never that kinda but. It's a but we aught to clean ourselves up so we're not sparkling like some goddamned vampires in the rest of the wedding pictures,' she winked and Lexa flushed before giggling, a sweet and magical sound,

'Yeah, ok,' she pushed Clarke's skirts down, 'you don't need to put that sexy thong back on, right?'

'No,' she grinned as Lexa jumped off the bed and grabbed her underwear from the floor before stuffing it in her pants pocket when she'd pulled them on.

'Very romantic,' she stood and flounced out her skirt, watching Lexa kneel to straighten them, before standing and allowing her to straighten the suspenders and tie for her.

'Well I try to be romantic, you know?' Lexa pressed a kiss to her lips. 'Ok, wet wash cloth, make up and cake.'

'Hmm I'm hungry!'

'But you just ate,' Lexa gave her a shit eating grin.

'Very well sweetie, but I want my cake.'

'Come on then Dr. Woods.'

'Ok Mrs. Griffin.'