I fell in love with your thoughts- A Clexa valentine's special

Admiring

Dedication; This short read is for the hot clexa loving bitches. I hope you have someone to spend valentines with, if not, may this smutty, stalker-fantasy be your muse for this holiday ;) Love you for reading!<3

Lexa sat in the corner of the cozy café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of conversation filled the air. She stared through the window that separated them, at the golden strands tied up into the prettiest messy-bun moving ever so softly.  She marveled at the grace with which she moved her hands swiftly over the keyboard. Lexa could almost feel her thoughts, as if the keystrokes were a dance of emotions shared across the invisible string that connected them.

They had never met. They didn't even know each other. Not in the sense most people would claim anyways. But Lexa knew Clarke. She felt more connected to Clarke than anyone in her life, than anything she'd ever felt. She felt interlinked to her.

Clarke was funny, witty. She was really clever and the perfect kind of smart. She noticed the tiny things that no one else did notice. She was one hell of a predictor, she had the most interesting way to perceive situations. 

And Clarke had an interesting mind, not to the naked eye, maybe. But Lexa knew. She had some twisted thoughts, some twisted ass fantasies and it was one of the best things about her. The way her mind worked. 

The corners of Lexa's lips curled into a discreet smile as she stroked the spine of the book she tightly clutched where she sat, filled with small stickers and the cover was worn, letting her fingernails scrape on the gold text on the back. It had been a journey of shared laughter, reflections, musings. But just before the climax of their connection, it abruptly halted. Lexa's fingers traced the corner of the folded page just before the finishing chapters, she yearned for closure that remained unanswered. 

Not by Lexa, Lexa finished the book. Clarke however, obviously did not. 

The book had been donated to FCI Victorville Medium Correctional Facility. The place where Lexa had spent the darkest seventeen months of her life. Her company being the mundane concrete walls, meager mattresses, steel bars and of course, this one particular book.

And Clarke.

Clarke was the best part of it all.

In the midst of monotony, Clarke emerged as the light.

Lexa couldn't help but sigh as she initially discovered the colorful stickers peeking out from the pages, the highlighted quotes, and the empty spaced that had been adorned with another person's handwritten notes. But it was more than just the physical marks, it wasn't just the perfect handwriting.

As Lexa delved into the pages, she found herself falling in love not just with the impressive penmanship but with the depth of understanding and the deeply intriguing thoughts the woman expressed.Her  words had resonated with Lexa in an inexplicable way, forging a connection that felt, until then, impossible.

Lexa lost count of how many times she had read it during her stay, but it didn't get to leave her cell.

...

Lexa's heart raced with anticipation. The book, now tucked safely in her bag, held the unwritten chapters of their story. As she sipped her coffee, Lexa mulled over the words she would use when she finally met Clarke Griffin, the name at the front page of the book, even though it had been scratched out a bit, Lexa analyzed it enough, and there she sat, the mysterious muse who had unknowingly breathed life into her dull existence. 

The café buzzed with life, and Lexa felt the pulse of possibility coursing through her veins. The woman ahead was beautiful, more beautiful than she looked in her search results, the old pictures from when she had been in the papers for winning a drawing competition, of course she was talented.