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@gabywithoutthedollhouse Um excuse me? What evidence do you have for these serious charges? I'm a victim just as much as you
Broken promises for the made up fic
Childhood friends to lovers.
Clarke messy ponytail and Lexa's pristine twin braids a constant sighting together. Sitting under the slide in pre school, promising each other they'd be friends forever and thst they would never leave one another.
After the first heartbreaks in high school, between tears promising that all they need is one another, nothing will ever come between them.
In college, sharing an apartment when feelings are finally shared, Lexa promises Clarke to always be with her no matter what.
Wedding vows and forever promises of eternal loving one another.
With three babies and a house, sitting at the doctors office, Clarke promises Lexa she will get through the cancer, that she'll hold her hand through every treatment and that she'll make it through.
Lexa beats cancer and after the good news Clarke makes her promise to never give her a scare like that again, which Lexa agrees with between watery chuckles.
It comes back only four years later. Lexa makes Clarke forget she will move on, but never forget her.
Lexa leaves her. Cancer comes between them. Lexa cannot manage to stay. Clarke is unable to help her through it this time around. It came back, Lexa could not keep it away.
In the end, its just Clarke and their kids who stay.
Clarke never leaves her. They broke so many promises they've made to one another. She is unable to move on. Ten years down the line, and every weekend she pulls up to the cemetery, a new flower bouquet in hand, the same one she gift Lexa every month when she was still here. They broke every promise they ever made, not on purpose, but broke them still.
Forgetting her is one Clarke refuses to break.
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Do you think Lexa said this to Clarke before she passed?
Broken promises for the made up fic
Childhood friends to lovers.
Clarke messy ponytail and Lexa's pristine twin braids a constant sighting together. Sitting under the slide in pre school, promising each other they'd be friends forever and thst they would never leave one another.
After the first heartbreaks in high school, between tears promising that all they need is one another, nothing will ever come between them.
In college, sharing an apartment when feelings are finally shared, Lexa promises Clarke to always be with her no matter what.
Wedding vows and forever promises of eternal loving one another.
With three babies and a house, sitting at the doctors office, Clarke promises Lexa she will get through the cancer, that she'll hold her hand through every treatment and that she'll make it through.
Lexa beats cancer and after the good news Clarke makes her promise to never give her a scare like that again, which Lexa agrees with between watery chuckles.
It comes back only four years later. Lexa makes Clarke forget she will move on, but never forget her.
Lexa leaves her. Cancer comes between them. Lexa cannot manage to stay. Clarke is unable to help her through it this time around. It came back, Lexa could not keep it away.
In the end, its just Clarke and their kids who stay.
Clarke never leaves her. They broke so many promises they've made to one another. She is unable to move on. Ten years down the line, and every weekend she pulls up to the cemetery, a new flower bouquet in hand, the same one she gift Lexa every month when she was still here. They broke every promise they ever made, not on purpose, but broke them still.
Forgetting her is one Clarke refuses to break.
#WTF Carol!!!!!!! 馃槶馃槶馃槶馃槶馃槶#what's wrong with you and all these angsty fic ideas#you better sleep with one eye open and make sure wifey watches over you because I'm gonna 馃敧馃敧馃敧馃敧#clexa#lexa-griffins
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"I'm not yours anymore" for the fic title
Oh!!!!!!!!
This... this title right here works SO well for the type of fic i crave despite being angsty enough where i probably couldn't either write it or read it without getting mad.
Lexa and Clarke, college sweethearts. Long engagement. Lexa works long hours at the office since Clarle recently realized medicine wasn't her passion and decided to take a job that pays less but lets her have the chance to take a few random classes to see what she wants.
It comes crumbling down from there. They have put the wedding at the back burner for now as they try to remain afloat. Clarke, who spent her college years so focused on her studies now has the freedom to enjoy the little pieces of college life she missed on and she does. While Lexa works and worries, Clarke goes out to drink with kids nearly a decade younger than her. She goes out more and more often. She starts leaving her engagement ring at home.
Lexa tries to be understanding and supportive. That's all she ever is. In every aspect of their life. She gets it when Clarke is done after Lexa made her cum and doesn't feel like giving back. She gets it when she is tired from work and classes and neglects the housework allocated to her. She gets it when she prefers to spend more time on her phone than with her.
Lexa gets it... but she is reaching the end of her rope. They are grown adults. With jobs and rent to pay and a wedding to plan and a life to build together. But Clarke seems suddenly so desinterested in all of that. Drinking, going out and spend her days glued to her phone seem to be much more important to her and one day, when she comes home and Clarke is /still/ passed out in bed after coming home at 5 am, she finds her phone, just standing there.
Lexa wasn't suspicious of anything. She just wants to understand what these 21 yo state college kids could possibly have to say to her fiancee that make her forget Lexa exists.
Flirting. Heavy flirting.
Nothing indicates it has gone beyond that, but not only does Clarke flirt harder than she ever did with Lexa, there is never any mention of Lexa's existence at all.
She packs a bag and leaves. And it takes Clarke until the next day to even think to call her, asking where she is. No concern, no worry. Just a demand of knowing her whereabouts.
Did Lexa imagine the love between them? Did she make up every sweet gesture Clarke delivered to her up until she quit her job and regressed back to a drunk college girl?
The breakup is direct and somehow seems to take Clarke by surprise. But Lexa doesn't budge. And a month later, the apartment they shared is nearly empty from years spent together.
Or sucks it takes Lexa leaving for Clarke too realize what she lost. It takes Clarke a year to get back on her feet after realizing Lexa is not coming back. She fucked up, she realizes that now. She cuts contact and finishes her classes. She manages a stable, slightly better paying job. And then she moves, away from memories of a life she herself destroyed.
She regrets it only nearly 3 years later. A small girl, no older than 2. Bright eyes and a sweet smile, trying to reach a cereal box on the shelf. Clarke helps her with a smile and the little girl thanks her. And right then, she hears her voice again. Still tired but happy, so unlike the way her voice sounded during their last talk, when Clarke still begged her she would change and Lexa told her it was too late before driving away.
A grocery car filled with kid's snacks and veggies. Diapers and a few kids' books. She seems lighter. The darkness under her eyes is not as pronounced. Her cheeks are fuller and so is she. The last time they cuddle Clarke still remembers how she could feel her hip bone. She said nothing, too hangover to even think of words that didn't sound like she was telling her to gain weight.
She ignores the bump. The wedding ring. The hickey on her neck.
Lexa calls out the little girl's name again. The girl turns to her and smiles, telling her mom about the nice lady who helped her get her cereal.
Clarke stands awkwardly as Lexa's eyes move towards her and a swirl of emotions pass by her face.
Clarke wants to say something. Apologize once more. Beg her to come back to her. How miserable as her life been without Lexa's smile in the morning?
Instead, she remains silent once more. And Lexa nods, as if to thank her for it.
"Have you said thank you to the nice lady?"
The little girl turns, "Thank you!"
Her voice seems trapped in her throat but Clarke manages to speak up as kindly as she can manage, "You're welcome."
"C'mon, mama is waiting for us." Lexa speaks softly to her daughter and Clarke does nothing more than look at them leave, seeming so final this time around, as Lexa spares her one last glance before disappearing behind the shelves.
They never talked about kids. It had been nearly a year by the time they broke up since they talked about the wedding. She wonders if this would have been them now if Clarke hadn't decided having fun was more important than the life she was building. If during those three years she had called and explained herself and asked them to start again.
She didnt tho. And no matter how many what ifs, the last thing Lexa told her before she finally left her life three years ago echoes in her mind.
"Im not yours anymore, Clarke."
#i wasn't ready to be punched in the face and have my heart ripped out of my chest today 馃槶#dammit Clarke you idiot how could you have lost Lexa like this#they met again but not in the way I wanted#i had hope that was Clarke's kid but nope i was wrong#clexa#lexa-griffins
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"Don't Hold Back" for the fic title
I feel like this is definitely nudging me towards a certain place so I'll comply... under the cut! 馃槤
But first the non smut one:
Canon world, maybe. A Lexa doesn't die, the end of the world doesn't happen (again) story.
Clarke has taken up training with Anya. She is not training to be a warrior by any means, but to survive on the ground in the high position Clarke as proven herself worthy off she needs to be able to defend herself properly, not just with a gun and pure brute force.
Per Lexa's request Anya goes easy on Clarke, who ends most training sessions on her back, breathless, listening to a list of everything she did wrong given to her by a disappointment Anya.
All it takes is for Anya to question if something was to happen to Lexa with Clarke around, the commander would be sure to die thanks to Clarke's inability to fight.
That sets Clarke off immediately. She is throwing herself at Anya who dodges her and pocks her again, reminding her how she would be unable to even catch whoever hurt Lexa. And Clarke launches at her again, this time landing a punch. Anya is quick to rise and throw one back, but Clarke is quicker and moves, avoiding the hit. The pride in Anya鈥檚 face shines for barely a second.
Lexa watches from the sidelines, hidden by the shadows of the trees. Anya is correct that Clarke would probably not be capable of helping Lexa if something was to go wrong. Lexa thinks she would very much prefer the sky girl leave her to die if they ever find themselves in such a situation but knowing Clarke, she would not back down so it is best she knows how to fight.
A loud thud reaches her as she watches as Anya falls on the dirt, Clarke's knee holding her down, a dagger on Anya鈥檚 neck.
The older woman chuckles darkly, looking at the wild beast in Clarke's eyes, "She finally got me Heda."
At Lexa's title, Clarke turns her head abruptly, sheepishly dropping the dagger as Lexa comes forward and towards them.
Lexa simsply nods, a proud smile on her face. Staring at her, Clarke's eyes feel tamed once more and she feels the adrenaline leave her and a smile blossom. She helps Anya off the floor.
"It seems she is ready for the next step." Its the first thing Lexa says. Clarke stares at her slightly confused, "and Anya this time, no need to hold back."
Clarke barely has the time to open her mouth before she is being thrown on the ground.
(Also g!p clarke. Duh.). Smutty but with quite a soft undertone to it, building trust and confidence in bed between them.
They've been managing to take things as slow as they can. With the desperation burned out during their first time, they get to slowly learn about each other's bodies and likes.
Lexa has never explicitly told Clarke she likes it soft and gentle, but perhaps it was her tears or the lovestruck look she gives Clarke that gave her that impression and so, with out ever truly confirming it, Clarke goes slow with Lexa, lovingly. Oh so sweet.
Lexa loves it. But she knows Clarke is holding back. And Lexa... Lexa is quite tired of being treated like she might break during sex.
Slowly Lexa would encourage Clarke to let go fully in bed. Urge her on. Ask her to go harder and faster. Nudging Clarke to place them in positions easier to allow her to go harder.
Until the one night when Lexa demands it of her. "Don't hold back, niron. Give me all."
And so Clarke kisses her, the last piece of softness for the next while.
And Lexa loves her soft niron. Loves the care Clarke takes with her, always entering her slowly, allowing Lexa the time to adjust. Never rushing, always assuring, always asking. But this Clarke? This is the woman of passion and fervor she fell in love with. Desperate and rough and so full of passion as she fucks Lexa onto the mattress.
The first of many, I'm sure.
#both plots were 馃 and I don't know which i like more#who am I kidding because i like the smut one more 馃槀#Clarke unleashing her full potential on the field or bedroom is always 馃馃サ#lexa-griffins#g!p clarke griffin
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The boop is more evil because it's Monday 馃槱
reblog to EVIL BOOP the person you reblogged from >:3
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Can we see Clarke's POV when she opens the door and sees Lexa in nothing but a trenchcoat and lingerie
I'm obsessed with this au
When Clarke opened the door, the sight that greeted her was not one she had expected. Lexa stood there, an enigmatic figure cloaked in a trench coat, her posture both confident and slightly apprehensive. The dim hallway light cast shadows that danced across Lexa's features, enhancing the air of mystery that surrounded her. Clarke's eyes, wide with surprise, flickered with questions that hung silently between them.
For a moment, neither spoke. The tension was palpable, a charged silence that seemed to vibrate with unspoken emotions and questions. Clarke's mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle before her. Why was Lexa here, looking like a heroine out of a classic film, standing at her doorstep with an intensity that Clarke felt in her bones?
Then, with a deep breath that seemed to signal her resolve, Lexa's hands moved to the belt of her trench coat, her eyes never leaving Clarke's. The unveiling was slow, deliberate, and as the coat fell open, Clarke's breath hitched in her throat. There, revealed in the soft hallway light, was Lexa in lingerie that left little to the imagination, a vision that struck Clarke with the force of a physical blow.
Clarke's mind went blank, a whirlwind of emotions sweeping through her. Surprise, desire, confusion, and a profound realization all collided within her in the span of a heartbeat. The visual impact of Lexa, vulnerable yet bold, daring yet uncertain, etched itself into Clarke's memory with vivid clarity. It was a declaration, a tangible expression of desire and longing that Lexa had chosen to communicate in the most direct way possible.
In that moment, Clarke understood the depth of Lexa's feelings, the courage it must have taken to stand before her, laid bare in such a manner. The gesture shattered any pretense of ambiguity, laying the foundation for truths that had remained unspoken, desires that had been cloaked in the safety of friendship.
Clarke's heart pounded in her chest, a tumultuous mix of feelings flooding her senses. She was acutely aware of Lexa's vulnerability, the way her breath seemed to catch as she awaited Clarke's response. The air between them was thick with anticipation, with the weight of decisions that hung in the balance.
As Clarke took in the sight of Lexa, her mind raced through the possibilities that lay ahead. This moment marked a crossroads, a choice that would define the nature of their relationship moving forward. The realization that Lexa was willing to risk so much, to step so far out of her comfort zone for the sake of expressing her feelings, touched Clarke in ways she hadn't anticipated.
The intensity of the moment, the raw honesty in Lexa's gesture, forced Clarke to confront her own feelings, to acknowledge the depth of her connection to Lexa. It was a turning point, a moment of profound clarity that demanded a response, not just of the mind, but of the heart.
As Clarke stood there, meeting Lexa's gaze, she realized that the question Lexa posed without words was not just about desire or physical attraction. It was an invitation to explore the uncharted territories of their relationship, to move beyond the confines of friendship into something more profound, more intimate.
The realization was overwhelming, a revelation that opened the door to a future Clarke had scarcely allowed herself to imagine. In the vulnerability of Lexa's gesture, Clarke saw the possibility of a connection that transcended the ordinary, a bond that could deepen and evolve in ways she had never dared to dream.
In the stillness of that charged moment, Clarke found herself at a loss for words. Lexa stood before her, the embodiment of vulnerability and strength, her gaze holding Clarke's in a silent plea for understanding, for acceptance. The lingerie, black and intricate, seemed not just an attire but a symbol of the barriers Lexa was willing to tear down between them.
Clarke swallowed hard, her eyes tracing the contours of Lexa's form, taking in the courage it must have taken for her to stand there, exposed in more ways than one. The realization of what Lexa was offering, of what she was asking, settled heavily in Clarke's chest. This was not a mere physical proposition; it was an invitation into the depths of Lexa's soul, a plea for intimacy that transcended the physical realm.
The weight of Lexa's gaze was almost palpable, filled with hope and an underlying thread of fear鈥攁 fear of rejection, of having misjudged the strength of their connection. Clarke stepped forward, closing the distance between them, her movements guided by a force she couldn't name. The air shifted as she reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she touched Lexa's cheek, a gesture tender and questioning.
"Lexa," Clarke whispered, her voice barely above a breath, thick with emotion. It was all she could muster, but the sincerity in her voice was unmistakable. Clarke watched as a range of emotions flickered across Lexa's face鈥攔elief, joy, and an undeniable love.
The tension that had filled the hallway began to dissipate, replaced by an electric connection that drew them closer. Clarke could feel the warmth radiating from Lexa, the beat of her heart rapid and strong. It was a moment of profound truth, a turning point that would redefine the boundaries of their relationship.
Clarke stepped back slightly, her hand still cradling Lexa's face, and smiled鈥攁 smile that spoke of acceptance, of shared vulnerability. "Don't just stand in the hallway," she murmured, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a gentle tease. It was an offer of comfort, an invitation to step inside, to explore the depths of their connection in the privacy and safety of Clarke's apartment.
As Lexa crossed the threshold, shedding her trench coat and leaving behind the barriers it represented, Clarke felt a surge of wonder. Here was Lexa, in all her complexity and beauty, trusting Clarke with her most intimate self. It was a gift beyond measure, a leap of faith that Clarke was determined to honor with her own openness, her own willingness to explore the new territory that lay before them.
The door closed softly behind them, sealing off the world outside.
#Clarke had more resolve than me if Lexa showed up to my door wearing that 馃槼#I'm in love with this series and the desire between them#begging for a continuation to see some clexa sexa#clexa#reallygroovyninja
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Older moms Lexa sits down in her rocking chair while she watches Clarke and her kids set up the twins nursery. Lexa gets emotional as she sees all the old furniture they used for her two older kids when they were babies now being put up again for her twins
It's been a bit more than a decade since Lexa saw these pieces of furniture. Hidden away in the attic and the garage, she had forgotten they were even there. If she hadn't, she might have had given them away or sold them for cheap online.
She is so happy she never did.
They are old and grimmy now, Clarke and the kids having spent an entire weekend sanding and repainting them. And now here they are, painted white, new hardware installed. It's like staring back at the past.
She never imagined herself here again. Sitting innher old rocking chair that Clarke so excitedly bought when Lexa was pregnant with Aden, so proud of herself that Lexa couldn't even bring herself to be mad about the money she spent on it. The one that unabled her to survive those nights where Madi refused to sleep, attached to Lexa's bossom as a way to bring herself some comfort as she rocket her in the chair.
The changing table that saw so many diaper blow-outs and tears and screams. The dresser that will once again hold all those tiny clothes Lexa used to look at and wonder how her babies had ever fit in those.
And it feels so special to see her kids, no longer babies, closer to young adults now, but forever and ever her babies, helping their mom reassemble the furniture, knowing once it was being built for them. They talk excitedly about the twins arrival, about wanting to help, about playing with them, about showing them around their high school. The way Clarke's eyes have that twinkle again, the anticipation of seeing their babies and being able to provide them with a safe and beautiful nursery to sleep in.
She rocks gently in the chair, her back killing her as the babies move around, kicking her and each other. And she is excited. Everything is different and yet everything is still exactly the same. Times changes, she's older, Clarke is older. Their kids are older. There is no longer a toddler asking her about his baby sister. There are two teenagers bossing her around, to stay put, stay sitted. Two teenagers so over the moon for their little baby siblings. Clarke still smiles the same when she wakes up next to Lexa, she caresses her bump the same way. Her voice is slightly raspier, but she still foes the same baby voice when speaking to their unborn twins. The furniture is the same, it might have new paint, new clothes, new toys, new diapers but it is the same one they bought as first time moms, so overjoyed with the prospect of their little boy arriving.
And Lexa.... Lexa might not be the same. She sometimes fears she is too different, to detached from the newborn mom life to do it again. But then she feels them move, sees them in the ultrasound, groans with the same annoyance when they refuse to let her sleep and its all the same as it was before.
They'll manage it again. Oh so diffently than they did last time. But with the exact same love.
#i wasn't prepared to be slammed with this wave of feels when I sent you this ask 馃ズ#that last paragraph was 馃ス馃ス馃ス馃ス#clexa#lexa-griffins
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This one鈥檚 for farm Clexa (and I鈥檓 sorry if it鈥檚 been asked/answered before) but!!! What was their reaction seeing the baby for the first time in an ultrasound? And what was their reaction when they got to listen to that tiny lil heartbeat for the first time?
Lexa and Clarke have been very patient when it comes to having children. They always knew they would not be able to provide a lavish lifestyle for their kids, but they knew they had enough to bring up a baby happy, clothed and feed. And when the time to finally make that baby dream become a reality it was like they had been waiting for years - nearly five at that point, from the moment they got married.
The moment the pregnancy test showed a positive, Clarke was calling her mom and telling her to make the appointment. Clarke sobbed the moment the ultrasound technician said "here they are". It was a blob on screen, barely human but its theirs. Lexa stares at the screen with tears in her eyes, amazed that little life is growing inside of her - finally. She barely takes her eyes off of it when Clarke kisses her forehead. Their little baby. Theirs.
Even with the scans in hand tho, it is hard to believe the small dot on the screen is their baby. It feels surreal. It doesn't feel real. No matter how much Clarke kisses her tummy or how much Lexa caresses her still flat stomach, it is not until the heartbeat scan that it finally hits them that their baby is here.
The clinic in town is always calm. Lexa, with her slight dislike for doctors, seems to enjoy it this way. She's much calmer, anxious with the prospect of hearing the baby's heartbeat, but she feels at ease. Clarke, on the other hand, paces the room like a ball of energy, and did Lexa not share her excitement, she would have been annoyed with her wife. Instead, she rubs her barely there yet bump, slowly growing accustomed to the thought of their baby growing there.
The technician makes small talk, one Clarke participates in far more than Lexa, who offers only nods and the ocasional smile. Anxiety building, as the desire of hearing the baby's heartbeat mixed with concern that something could be wrong grows.
They check, moving around Lexa's stomach. Their baby is bigger. Oh how bigger they've gotten. And stronger too. Lexa smile only grows as the technician praises the baby's growth, how everything is exactly as it should be. Clarke's face red from smiling, this proud look on her face as she looks between her wife and how wonderful she's been so far and their baby on the screen.
"Want to hear the heartbeat?"
There is a deafening silence in the room as the ultrasound machine picks up the heartbeat. And then, it's there. Filling the room with the rhythmic tu tum. Over and over again. And then, a muffled sob. Lexa's hand on her mouth as she tries to no interrupt the sound of their baby's heartbeat, but she can not stop herself. Clarke, crying too, of course, it's all she ever does when she steps into this room, cradles her pregnant wife's face, and kisses her. One her forehead, on her cheek, on her nose, on her jaw. On her lips.
"That's our baby, my love. That's our little angel." Clarke whispers to Lexa, who can't do more than nod as she cries, smiling as she looks between Clarke and the screen, so much love and adoration in her heart she feels like she might just explode.
Before they leave, Abby forces them to take a Doopler with them. For the next few days, every down moment that used to be filled with the radio or silence is instead filled with the sound of little Madi's heartbeat, as Lexa and Clarke cant do much more than marvel at the little life they made.
#my heart cannot take how cute and soft they are when they hear Madi's heartbeat 馃槶#i love this family so damn much#farm clexa#clexa#lexa-griffins
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You want in on the weird hotdogs buddy?
Hot diggity dog
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Boop boop boop!!!
Here's more evil boop boop boop boop
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How's your arm?
Hurts.
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I believe it's this fic @lexarivera123
Can you please help me finding a fic by posting this, I am still a newbie and I don't really know other people in the clexa fandom.
So there's a fic on Ao3 where lexa is very poor and works at a diner and Jake is his regular customer and she and Jake really bond together and they talk everytime he visits and he also once leaves her some money or maybe a flight ticket so that she can visst Anya her sister for Christmas maybe.
And one day Jake also brings abby to meet her
And then lexa and Clarke meet both not knowing this is the person Jake has been talking about.
Then lexa gets in a accident, and the Griffins take care if her and eventually lexa and Clarke become good friends then they end up together.
If anyone knows about this please help me find it or send me the pdf if you have
I don't think I know this one? The only one I can think of I believe Clarke was the server in a diner so that can't be it.
Anyone else know?
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Lexa's heart thumped with anticipation and nerves as she pulled up to Clarke's apartment complex. The evening had settled over the city, and the parking garage lights cast a soft glow on her Mercedes. She had planned this surprise for weeks, a bold move far removed from her usual reserved demeanor. Beneath her trench coat, she wore nothing but lingerie, a daring statement of her intentions and feelings for Clarke.
With a deep breath, she slid out of the driver's seat, her heels clicking on the pavement. The night air brushed against her skin, heightening her senses and resolve. As she rounded her car, a moment of panic washed over her鈥攕he had forgotten to apply her red lipstick, the final touch to her meticulously crafted appearance.
Fishing the lipstick from her pocket, she applied it with practiced ease, the bold red color a stark contrast against her skin and a symbol of her newfound boldness. With the transformation complete, she took a moment to collect herself, her reflection in the car's window now matching the image she had envisioned in her thoughts.
With each step towards Clarke's door, Lexa's heartbeat quickened. She rehearsed the lines in her mind, imagining various scenarios and Clarke's reactions. The weight of the trench coat suddenly felt like armor, shielding her vulnerability yet declaring her intentions.
Finally, standing before Clarke's door, she raised her hand to knock, her breath caught in her throat as her knuckles met the wooden door. A moment later the door swung open, and Clarke stood there, surprise etched on her face and a question in her eyes.
Without a word, Lexa let the trench coat fall open, revealing the bold statement she had chosen to make tonight. The air between them charged with an electric current, and words became unnecessary as Lexa stepped into the light of the apartment. Her gesture was a declaration of desire, courage, and love.
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