Clarke sipped her warm tea and drew her blanket around her closer. She was on the porch on their couch, facing the water and watching the summer sun fall down until only streaks of dark red coloured the horizon.
A comfortable outdoor fire pit crackled in front of her, emanating a warm glow and lighting her surroundings. The wind gently flicked and played with the flames, carrying small sand particles with it but not enough to make Clarke want to go back inside.
She had plenty of moments like these now that she was retired. Well, not really retired. Just relaxing and taking her life by its pace, something she often could not do. She could vaguely see her reflection in the stone of the pit, carefully tracing the wrinkles around her face and noting her elegant blonde-white hair.
She was greying, about time, and Lexa never stopped teasing her for her hair taking so long to do so. Still, she was going to miss her vibrant blonde hair. It had been her trademark after all, especially in her younger years.
Wanheda she was called. Commander of death.
It came from the overdramatic imagination of 7-year-olds but it stuck with her throughout her life, especially as Lexa never let her forget it.
She took another sip of the cooling drink in her hands and started humming the tune to 'Your Song' by Elton John, something she often did when she was alone.
As soon as she started, she felt a gaze behind her and hummed louder, closing her eyes as she heard a patter of footsteps step closer to the couch before it stopped right behind her. She didn't catch it when the figure was further away but now that they were behind her, she could hear her love sing the song quietly in time with her humming.
They both stopped at the chorus when small kiss was placed atop Clarke's hair and she leant her head back, eyes still closed and mouth slightly pouted. The figure laughed before it leant down and pecked her on the lips upside down before moving up to her nose and then to the bridge of her eyebrows.
Clarke slowly fluttered her eyes open and found herself staring at the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen.
Lexa quirked an eyebrow, her frown lines forming with her wrinkles and Clarke realised she'd said it out loud.
"62 years of knowing you and you still say that." Lexa quipped before she leant to kiss Clarke on the forehead. "You're so cute."
"Great. I call you beautiful and the best you can do is cute?" Clarke playfully frowned. "I can't believe I married you."
Lexa grinned and made her way around the couch to plop down next to her favourite person, snuggling next to Clarke who reluctantly opened up her blanket and shared it with her, placing her tea down on the side table.
"Well, I can. And I'm the luckiest person alive for having someone like you. My cute, gorgeous, amazing, beautiful, sexy, hot, MILF wait actually GILF-"
Clarke nudged Lexa on the side with a scowl, eliciting a yelp from the older girl, before snuggling up to the warm body, dropping her head on the strong shoulders. Lexa instantly settled into the embrace and kissed Clarke's forehead before leaning her own head atop the blonde's.
"You're such an idiot."
"And I love you too." Lexa replied honestly. "Til death do us part, remember?"
Clarke hummed in agreement. "Til death do us part." She affirmed.
Both stilled in the scenery as they watched the last of the vibrant sun's life disappear for the day, leading the way for the calm full-moon that shone like a beacon on the couple.
Minutes of silence passed and both heartbeats thumped in sync, just as they'd always done.
"Elton John?" Lexa questioned. She felt Clarke nod slightly against her shoulder. "Your song."
"Our song." Clarke corrected.
"Of course. The song of our beginning and our end."
Clarke let out a loud snort and Lexa moved her head back to look down at her in confusion.
"You make it sound like we're gonna die right now."
Lexa froze before giving pleading eyes to the love of her life as blue ones stared at her in defiance.
"Clarke…"
"Lexa," Clarke warned. "Don't. Let's not talk about this now."
"Clarke, don't you want to at least try? It'll only help and we have the best-"
"No." Clarke toughened but still kept close to Lexa. "I won't let you all see me like that. It's too hard for the kids, the little ones and for you. It'll be so hard for you. Seeing me even weaker than I am now- taking the grandkids to the hospital instead of our home? Stopping our yearly holiday walks because I could barely take more than a few steps? I can't Lexa- I just want our moments now."
Lexa was starting to tear up but kept headstrong. She had to keep pushing, just as the doctors and Maya and Jasper told her to. She was the only one who could walk through Clarke's walls.
"I know." her voice cracked a little in a sob and she reached out to hug Clarke who immediately accepted her embrace, both soulmates clutching to the other. "But chemo can give us greater time, love. Please. I know you're scared. I know it'll suck bringing the kids to the hospital instead of our epic house." Lexa felt Clarke chuckle a little at that. "But we love you. I love you. And I want to be with you for longer. Forever and ever."
Clarke hugged her tighter and Lexa let the tears flow freely, feeling Clarke try to hide her own tremors. Lexa clutched her tight and whispered "I love you." again and again and they both quietly cried out at the unfairness of life.
They had ignored the subject for a few days but it always reared it's ugly head back up.
Cancer.
Short fluffy Clexa side project with a happy ending but will also make you cry (out of happiness and sadness rip).
Please comment if Lexa should be G!P or not - will alter the story slightly and the smut later on obviously :)
Uni is kicking my ass so JC and OLT sequel is put on halt until further notice :(