fragile | clexa

chapter sixty six

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Lexa fell into bed after they both had changed and gotten ready, her arms and legs splayed out and draped half over Clarke. "Hey," the blonde complained.

Lexa just hummed in response and a tired smile tugged at her lips when Clarke folded her bothering arm in and gently shoved her leg into the right direction. "I thought you wanted to cuddle."

"Cuddle, Lex, not have all your weight atop of me."

"You said you weren't going to call me that once we're in bed," Lexa protested.

"Sorry," Clarke murmured and let her arms stretch out to embrace Lexa's body. "It's so cute though. Do you really hate it?"

"Mh, I might need a kiss to consider."

"Well maybe you shouldn't lay face down all over my bed like a pancake then."

Lexa rolled on her side with a grunt of effort. "Better?"

The answer consisted of Clarke's lips on Lexa's, melting into them and feeling their limbs entangle as their bodies sought out one another once again under the warmth of the blanket.

After they had parted, Clarke looked at Lexa with expectation gleaming behind her candle-lit eyes.

"I need another kiss to consider."

Lexa, in fact, needed five kisses to consider, but it was all worth it when Clarke got the permission to cut the a off Lexa's name once in a while. "But," Lexa said after allowing Clarke. "Only under one condition."

"Hm?"

"I get another five kisses."

"And I thought you were tired.

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Lexa turned out not to be so tired after all.

Five minutes later, Clarke had straddled Lexa's lap once more, entangled in the blankets as their lips couldn't get enough of one another. The light was dim, glowing orange from the candles and the two dark silhouttes on the bed slowly melted to be one. Their lips chased one another, kisses first soft and slow and then growing daring, growing bold.

Fingers traced over jaws and cheeks, tentative touches first, hesitant, like Lexa holding Clarke's waist steady, like Clarke reaching out to graze Lexa's hand. Familiarity. Warmth and softness and loving touches.

Loving touches that grew just a little bit reckless when their kisses did. Hands drifted over bodies in a blur, mapping all known curves and edges, a gentle grip on flesh, an audacious tug on fabric. Fingertips ran over nightgowns, leaving a trail of love wherever they went, kissing soft skin when they grazed one another. Clarke now sat straddling Lexa's hips closer, their torsos one for a moment before Clarke pulled away.

Lexa looked up at her like in a daze, eyes dark and warm and a little foggy, features lit in the candlelight, throwing shadows over her red, shiny lips. And then she called her "Baby,", breathed the words into the silence and made them sound like honey, so that Clarke knew she would never want to hear anything else. It was so unlike Lexa to call someone baby. So unlike her and so bold, bold in such a soft way that Clarke could feel herself fall in love with only a name.

So she kissed her again, soft, loving, just a breath of a touch.

"I love you, Clarke," Lexa breathed, her hand now holding the back of Clarke's head, feeling the silky hair run between her fingers.

Clarke let the words sink in, let her heart soak in them before she pulled away from Lexa just enough to be able to look into her eyes. "I love you too."