Fixing Clexa's story to give them an ending they deserved (an *ending, not the journey they deserved). They are clearly endgame but it turned into a bit more of an adult-themed journey to get there so just a warning it takes a slightly dark turn ar...
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Clarke doesn't bother knocking when she feels the door to the commander's chambers is unlocked. Even though it was getting late into the night, the guard outside the elevator had greeted her with an expectant smile, nodding for her to go ahead down the hall, and as she turned the corner she found Lexa's hallway was not filled with flowers like Clarke's, but was still illuminated with torches lining the walls, a couple of plants but mostly elegant tapestries, rich crimson and royal blues draped along the walls. On either side of the door were arrangements of more Jasmine with a couple of sunflowers tucked in, matching the bouquet left for Clarke.
Her heart swelled as she entered to find Lexa asleep sitting up on her couch, slumped backwards, with a modest spread of food organized on trays both on the chair and table. The room itself was also brighter than its normal dim nighttime glow, which Clarke credited to the several new candelabras placed around the room, and a few new sconces on the wall that must also be new. The extra amount of candles had the room smelling like she had stepped into a meadow at the peak of spring's bloom.
She knew Lexa must be exhausted after how much she managed to get done that afternoon while Clarke was asleep. The commander doesn't even jolt awake when Clarke approaches to crawl onto the couch next to her. Instead the commander hums contently, lifting her arm and adjusting slightly to allow Clarke to slide onto the couch and tuck into her side, resting her head against Lexa's chest. The brunette settles her cheek against Clarke's hair after planting a soft kiss on the top of her head.
Clarke nuzzles into Lexa's collarbone, "Couldn't tell whether it was nighttime or not when I walked out of my room."
Lexa pulls the blonde in closer to herself, wrapping her other arm around Clarke as well before replying softly and sleepily, her eyes staying closed.
"No more darkness for you, ai niron. Not in my tower. Unless you choose it."
"I cannot believe you did all that." Clarke utters, holding onto the collar of Lexa's shirt and rubbing circles on her chest with a finger, "In no universe do I deserve you."
"You deserve everything, Clarke." The sleep in Lexa's voice is heavy, her speech soft and slowed but she continues nuzzling into Clarke's hair pressing several more sleepy kisses.
The blonde tilts her head up and places kisses along the bottom of the commander's jaw, "All I need is you. Now sleep baby."
Lexa contently hums again in the most adorable way, fighting against the drowsiness overtaking her. They lay peacefully, their breaths settling into a calm rhythm between their bodies.
Eventually the commander mumbles, "Clarke?"
Clarke chuckles, "Lexa?"
"Will you have dinner with me?"
Clarke glances over all the food in front of them, "You do not need to wake up and eat with me." She says sweetly, "Here, you should get into bed."
Clarke tries to sit up so Lexa can get off the couch and move to the bed but the brunette weakly pouts in protest, pulling Clarke back down onto her, her words slurring with fatigue, "Tomorrow." She mumbles, "Will you have dinner with me tomorrow?"
