"Are you all right?" Lexa asks Anya once she finds her, sitting in the sand, resting on a log. The girl looks up at her and gives her a goofy smile. "You said someone put something in your drink?" She kneels down so that they're eye to eye and analyzes her state of consciousness.
"Yes," Anya says and her breath smells like liquor. "And you know what it was? Alcohol."
"What?"
"I'm fucking wasted," she giggles and Lexa groans. She's missing literal sex on the beach with Clarke for this.
"Let me take you to your room," Lexa suggests, helping her stand up.
"Sounds like a good idea," Anya flirts and Lexa ignores it.
As soon as they reach her room, Anya throws herself on the bed, stretching as wide as she can and giggling. Lexa sighs, getting her phone out to text Clarke.
Lexa 12:54 AM
Sorry about leaving you so abruptly. I will make it up to you.
By the time she hits send and gazes back up from her phone Anya is undressing. Lexa's eyes open wide in surprise.
"What are you doing?" She asks innocently.
"Come here," Anya urges.
"Uh, no," Lexa chuckles nervously. "I should really get going." Anya pulls her in anyway and Lexa falls onto the bed, on top of her. "Anya," she groans as she begins to get up again, but the girl spins her round so that Lexa is on her back and Anya is straddling her.
"This is our last night together," Anya reminds her and suddenly Lexa feels guilty.
"I know, but..." She doesn't what words to use, but it isn't much of an issue because suddenly Anya's mouth is on hers. She pushes her off.
"Ugh," she groans. "What now, Lexa?"
"I can't do this," she says. "You're lovely, really, but –"
"Is it Clarke?" Anya growls and Lexa grows quiet. "I fucking knew it."
"Anya…" Lexa begins again, but is cut off.
"You know she's gonna break your fucking heart, right?" she spits the words out like they're venom. Lexa sighs and nods.
"Maybe," she says weakly. "But it'll be worth it." She shrugs and Anya sighs, moving off of Lexa and falling onto the bed beside her. "I'm sorry, Anya."
"No, you're not," Anya says flatly, closing her eyes. And Lexa isn't sorry. Not one bit.
"I'm sorry you got in the middle of this," Lexa says, but it doesn't make it any better.
"Get out, Lexa," Anya says. "If you're not gonna fuck me, just get out." Lexa obeys, standing up and leaving, shutting off the light and closing the door behind her.
Once out in the hallway, she checks her phone and smiles.
Clarke 12:55 AM
It's okay. See you soon?
Lexa 1:03 AM
Absolutely.
Clarke stares at her phone, biting her lip to hide her smile. She glows with happiness and Octavia, who's standing next to her can feel it.
"Are you blushing?" she teases. "Is Clarke Griffin blushing?"
"Shut up," Clarke laughs.
Lexa 1:07 AM
Are you still at the bonfire?
Clarke 1:08 AM
Yeah
Lexa 1:10 AM
Feel like coming up to our room?
Clarke feels herself implode and she hands the phone to Octavia excitedly so that she can read the message.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Octavia asks just as excitedly. "Go!"
Clarke 1:12 AM
Be right there
She tries to walk as calmly as possible as she makes it to the room, but every inch feels like a mile.
Lexa walks around the room, nervously, practicing what she's gonna say - it's incredibly futile, however, for once she hears the doorknob turning, her mind becomes blank and her entirety becomes nothing but love and love and love.
"Hey," Clarke says as she walks in. It's dark with only one lamp on, but it's nice this way. They step closer to each other, smiling at how beautiful the other is and how lucky they each other to love and be loved.
"Hey," Lexa repeats. "Sorry again for disappearing it's just that Anya -" She freezes and notices the overwhelming annoyance in Clarke.
"Anya," Clarke says and the word burns her tongue. She walks past Lexa and sits on the bed. Lexa sighs and goes to sit next to her.
"She texted me saying someone put something in her drink," she explains and Clarke's eyes soften. "It turns out she was just lying about that, though, and was just completely intoxicated." Clarke scoffs. "So I took her to her room -" Jesus, Lexa, shut the fuck up, the brunette thinks to herself.
"I see," Clarke says and she's so full of jealousy she thinks she might explode. But she doesn't want to be that person - that jealous and overbearing and passive aggressive person whom everybody ends up hating. "Did, um, anything happen?" There's a bit of sadness in her voice.
"Of course not," Lexa assures her. "I just walked her to her room, told her she and I were done, and came here."
"You told her you were done?" The spark is back in Clarke's eyes and Lexa smiles.
"Yes." She leans in closer, burying her face in Clarke's hair, breathing in the lovely scent. "Let's stop talking about her," she sighs.
"Hmm," Clarke smiles. "What would you like to talk about?"
"You," Lexa says softly, her nose gently grazing Clarke's neck, and moving up slowly. "You're so beautiful, Clarke," she whispers into her ear and the blonde can feel goosebumps across her skin. She begins nibbling on her ear and Clarke feels her chest ache in want.
"More than Anya?" She jokes and Lexa laughs.
"Yes, my love," she purrs. "More than anyone who has ever walked this earth." She kisses her neck, but quickly comes back to bite on her ear - harder now and with a deeper sense of hunger.
"Fuck, Lexa," she whimpers and she swears she can hear Lexa growl in between bites. Lexa moves back down to her neck, kissing and biting, while her hand grabs a hold of blonde locks, pulling her in almost desperately. They fall backwards onto the bed and soon Lexa is on top, straddling her, her mouth still on the blonde's neck. She then moves down to Clarke's collarbone, taking soft bites and leaving pink marks on her skin as if she's branding her. And Clarke thinks about how she doesn't need to do this because she is already entirely hers. "I'm yours," the words escape in a whimper and Lexa looks up with dark, hungry eyes.
She comes back up to meet her gaze, hovering mere inches above her. Clarke swallows hard as Lexa stares intently into her. The brunette leans down and gives Clarke a soft, long, loving kiss. She runs her tongue over Clarke's bottom lip and the blonde returns this with a playful bite, before giving Lexa entrance. Their breath starts growing louder and harsher, as they feel their insides catch on fire. Lexa pulls away with a gasp and looks into Clarke's blue eyes, amazed at how full of lust and want and love they are.
"I'm yours," Lexa says, in between tired pants, and Clarke smiles before pulling her back in. Lexa runs a hand down pull on Clarke's shirt. "Hmph," she groans and Clarke laughs, before taking her shirt off. "Better," Lexa smiles in between a kiss, as her hands wander back down to cup Clarke's breasts. Clarke sits up and Lexa immediately wraps her legs around her and takes the opportunity to undo her bra.
"This isn't quite fair," Clarke complains playfully, tugging at the strings on Lexa's bikini top. She throws it to the side and begins to kiss Lexa's neck, a hand running down to the brunette's hard nipples. Lexa lets her head fall back in pleasure, as her hand comes down to meet Clarke's shorts. She unbuttons them and slips in, feeling her burning wetness.
"You're so fucking wet," Lexa growls and Clarke whimpers at the feel of her hands grazing, teasing her center. "Lie back down." Clarke obeys, watching as the brunette carefully takes off her shorts and pushing them to the side, leaving her in her underwear, before coming down to kiss her navel. Clarke tangles her fingers in brunette hair, as Lexa trails kisses down to her thighs, which open up eagerly. Lexa teases her, kissing her softly, closer and closer, but never quite there. Finally, she places a kiss on Clarke's center, though there is still a piece of fabric in between them.
"Fuck, Lexa," Clarke groans. "I love you." Lexa looks up with dangerous eyes and smirks.
"I love you too," she says and her voice vibrates against Clarke's softness. With her teeth, she pulls down Clarke's underwear to her ankles, before tracing kissing back to her center. She kisses her slowly, delicately, her hands rubbing up and down Clarke's thighs. Her tongue rests on Clarke's entrance, teasing, before running up slowly and reaching the bundle of nerves. The blonde moans as Lexa's tongue licks slowly – and then a bit faster, a bit harder – in tight circles, right over her hood.
"Fuck me," Clarke begs, arching her back, and Lexa gladly obeys. She slips a finger into Clarke, pushing gently in and out, though her mouth stays on her clit, occasionally sucking at it in between licks. She introduces another finger and starts fucking her harder, faster. "F-fuuuck… Come here."
"What?" Lexa asks, confused, looking up, licking her lips.
"I'm so … mmm… close," Clarke grunts.
"I know," Lexa smirks.
"But come here," Clarke says again, so Lexa up to kiss her, though her fingers stay inside her, slowing the pace so that she doesn't come just yet.
"Hello," Lexa smiles. "Oh." Her eyes widen as Clarke's hand wanders down and into Lexa's bikini bottom. She's already soaking wet and ready.
"I want to fuck you too," Clarke smirks and Lexa moans as the blonde introduces her fingers into her, her thumb pressing and running hard circles against her clit.
"Fuck," Lexa growls into Clarke's neck, and she begins to fuck her harder again. They each find a nice pace, thrusting into each other, sweating, shivering, and moaning in ecstasy. They reach the edge and fall down from it together.
They lie down now, exhausted and satisfied and happy and in love, Clarke resting on Lexa's chest, listening to her slowing heartbeat as the brunette plays with her blonde hair. It's nice and quiet and perfect.
"Lexa?" Clarke says after a while, lifting her head up to look at her.
"Yes, Clarke?" Lexa smiles.
"Take me to Wengen." Lexa laughs, glad that Clarke remembered the name.
"Of course," she promises.
"And Alaska?"
"And Alaska," Lexa smiles. "Is this the only reason you're with me, Clarke? For free vacations?" Clarke laughs and leans over to kiss her nose.
"Oh, you caught me," she smiles and Lexa gives her a quick, soft kiss. "Do you remember when you asked me where home was for me?" Lexa nods. "I think I found it."
"In Hawaii?" Lexa asks, but Clarke shakes her head.
"In you," she says softly, leaning in to give her another light kiss, but Lexa grabs her and spins her around so that she's pinned to bed, held down by Lexa's soft, naked body.
"That was so cheesy," Lexa laughs before leaning down and giving her a passionate, hungry kiss – and the fire between their legs is ignited again.
This is it, kids. The end. I might do some one-shots of their relationship back in New York (dates, sexy times, fluff, marriage proposal maybeeeee)... I'm open to prompts and suggestions! So message me if there's a specific situation you want these two to be in and I'll try to make it happen. Thanks for reading! I will be moving my attention to another one of my Clexa fics now - also message me which fic you want me to work on, so I know which one is you guys' favorite.