fragile | clexa

seventy two

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When they pulled apart, Abby reached up to wipe her tears away, making a sound that was a mixture of a laugh and sob. "Ugh, you're making me emotional, Clarke."

Clarke's smile grew and with the pad of her thumb, she brushed over her mom's cheek to dry the last remaining streak of a tear. "Sorry," she whispered, but Abby had a feeling she wasn't all that sorry after all.

They parted entirely and got back to their respective jobs to perfect Abby's potato soup, but even if everything looked like 5 minutes ago, something had shifted between them and Abby silently thanked God for these 5 minutes.

They hadn't been at cooking very long when they heard Clarke's bedroom door open and shut and footsteps tap down the hallway.

"Clarke, love?" Clarke heard Lexa call, the rasp of sleep still in her voice, and then Lexa appeared in the doorframe to the kitchen.

Thankfully, she was dressed, but it was obvious enough that she hadn't been expecting to see Abby too.

She was in one of Clarke's nightgowns, which was too loose around the chest for her so that it made the cleavage just a tad inappropriate. Lexa neither seemed to notice nor care, though. Her hair was still a mess. Although she had tried to fit it into a bun just like Clarke, there were several rebellious strands of curly hair sticking out from it, framing her face, running over her shoulders or just curling in the other direction than they should be.

Under one of these strands that laid on the soft skin of her chest, a red mark peeked out. Another one was just barely covered by the perilously moving material of Clarke's nightgown right on Lexa's right breast. By Lexa's jaw, right below her ear, a purple one showed if you looked closely, also covered just enough by Lexa's hair.

Her lips weren't swollen a lot anymore, but they did look more puffy than usual. A blush appeared on Lexa's cheeks after she realized the presence of Clarke's mother and even though she couldn't know how exactly she looked, she must have known that 'sex' was written in the air around her. Or at least, she must have known that she looked like she had just rolled out of bed in search for Clarke.

"Ma'am," she managed and dipped her head. Not too much thankfully, just so that everything that covered those hickeys stayed in place. "My apologies, I didn't know you were back. I do not mean to look so messy in your home when I am just a guest, let me change."

"Of course, Heda. If you need anything, please feel free to ask."

Lexa nodded and Clarke could watch her arms move in order for her hands to reach her hair, about to renew the bun and put all of her hair up more neatly-

"Come on, I'll give you some proper clothes," Clarke quickly intervened and gently pushed Lexa towards the hallway again. As soon as they were in Clarke's room again and the door was shut, Lexa sunk into the couch.

"Shit. I'm sorry, Clarke, what must your mom think of me now?"

"That you look just like every other human after waking up? Actually though, scratch that, you look much more beautiful."

Lexa chuckled weakly. "Thank you. But have you looked at me? The last update on me was that I didn't even remember my own name and next thing is I'm standing in front of your mom. Did I look like that?"

"Eh- possibly?"

"Shit. Do you think she knows?"

"Yeah. She was in the bathroom and cleaned up most of our stuff. She also went in here to check on me, because she didn't know you were still there."

"Oh."

"As far as I'm concerned we were covered by the blanket, at least that was the case when I woke up, but I'm sorry I didn't think of locking the door."