Clexa Memes into Oneshots

The Fall of Clarke Griffin

Author's Note: A really short oneshot inspired by my friend EJ.

Clarke Griffin is a klutz. She may be able to bring down mountains as Wanheda and look flawlessly powerful, but out of her armor she is a normal klutzy girl. Seriously, sometimes she trips on the edge of the rug in her bedroom and Lexa has to catch her to prevent a faceplant. It is a marvel to her how Lexa can continually ooze grace as if it comes out of her pores. Lexa's grace is natural, even when she's relaxing.

Right now as they set up for Marcus and Abby's wedding is the perfect example. Temporarily dressed in Skaikru gear just to fit in for a few days, Lexa still looks as agile and sure of her motions. That happens to be the exact reason for Clarke's demise. Really, who could blame her? Lexa is perched atop a ladder, one leg higher than the other, leaning over in a way that stretches the jeans that Clarke put her in this morning. Her eyes are glued to Lexa's well muscled thighs. Even across the camp, she can see how the pants fit her like a second skin.

Inwardly she reasons it's because Lexa might fall off (it's not true, and she knows it. Lexa is a trikru warrior, how could she fall off anything if she could climb trees like a pro?). She has to look out for Lexa.

Being cooped up for several days in tight quarters really wasn't good for her (sexual) health. Clarke already misses the open space (and maybe the not so open commander's quarters) in Polis. Even as the rest of Skaikru hurries to their tasks around her, she is glued to the spot practically drooling at Lexa, who was just doing her job.

A whistle of appreciation sounds from behind Clarke. "Damn Griffin, if that ass was mine to look at, I would stare at it all day too."

Clarke stumbles in surprise, broken out of her reverie and falling spectacularly on her rear. A bright laugh sounds as Raven looms over Clarke, practically gleeful at Clarke's downfall. At least she does have the heart to extend a hand to help Clarke get up.

Feeling her cheeks flush, Clarke glares at Raven for calling her out. Clarke had missed Raven's teasing while she was in Polis, but apparently she had forgotten exactly how annoying it was.

To make things worse, Raven was not the only person to notice her fall. "Oh my god, dear. Is your bottom okay?"Abby asks, jogging over in concern. Some things would never change. Clarke may have fought many wars and have many scars to prove it, but she was still Abby Griffin's baby. Internally, Clarke bemoans the fact that it isn't Lexa who came running to her side.

I mean, who wouldn't? Man or woman, if their dropped everything to rush over to their side when they fell, who's heart wouldn't move? Even better, if Lexa had caught her, Clarke could've used that excuse to hug her and let her hands roam.

Raven however, thinks this is a golden opportunity. She snorts and raises her head, cupping her hands to project her voice, "Lexa! Your mother-in-law asks if you're okay!"

Lexa turns, twisting in a way that shows off exactly how strong her torso is underneath that lithe exterior. She gives a polite smile to Abby, completely oblivious of what has just gone down. "I am fine, I appreciate the concern, Abbi."

The Chancellor's face is very carefully blank. "I am glad you are okay, Lexa", she answers in a dry and clipped tone. By now Raven is snickering behind her hand, and several people have noticed this shouting exchange between the two leaders across the Skaikru camp.

"I will be in my room taking care of official paperwork if anybody needs me." Then Abby walks away, hands behind her back. The rigid curve of her spine tells Clarke that she is very internally disturbed and that Clarke will have a very interesting conversation later about her sexual habits.

As an adult who is way past the age for "the talk", Clarke loathes the idea. "Great, now I'm going to have to avoid my Mother at her wedding",Clarke grumbles as she pushes herself off the ground. How that is even possible, Clarke does not know. While she does not mean to disrespect Kane and her mother in any way (truly, she loves them and Kane is the closest thing she will ever have to a second father), she didn't want to discuss her sexual habits with them. It wasn't like Abby and Kane were particularly well-versed in lesbian sex either. They would probably be the ones learning rather than Clarke. After all, the Grounder version of a dildo was quite... creative.

Raven dares to make another joke as Clarke dusts off her pants. "I bet Lexa wished her hands were the ones on your ass right now." She smirks, quite aware of exactly how much Lexa loved Clarke's assets. Who could miss the looks that Lexa gave her? The night Wanheda bowed to Heda was certainly not the last public occasion that the Commander couldn't take her eyes off of Clarke.

"Raven!"Clarke says scathingly, her cheeks deepening to a shade near tomato red.

All Raven does is laugh, shaking her head so that her ponytail wags behind her. Despite Clarke's annoyance, she's glad Raven can laugh despite the pain she has endured.

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In the end, it was Lexa who took the heat for Raven's remark. Indeed, the entire time that Lexa was within twenty feet of Abby, she was bombarded with not so subtle remarks about how a commander liked being commanded.

Of course, when Lexa learns that it is Raven's fault, she ensures that Raven's travel from Polis to Arkadia from then on is exclusively on horses, until Raven refuses to travel on anything other than Rovers.