The days passed quickly, and not a single day went by without Clarke and Lexa finding time for each other.
In a cozy park on a February Saturday, they meandered along the city park's crooked paths. Lexa was just in the middle of a story from her, kinda mysterious childhood. But Clarke loved, oh how she loved the way her eyes sparkled with nostalgia. Clarke listened intently, a smile playing on her lips.
"You know, this place reminds me of the park near my old house. I spent so many hours climbing trees and pretending I was a pirate."
Clarke responded with a giggle, tightening her grip on Lexa's hand "A pirate, huh? I can totally see it. Captain Lexa, ruler of the playground seas."
The day unfolded with shared stories, laughter, and a peaceful sketching session under the shade of a sprawling oak tree.
Lexa looked in awe, her eyes narrowing playfully as she examined the painting of herself sleeping, captured in Clarke's drawing
"How the fuck did you do that?" Lexa was shocked.
Clarke grinned mischievously, her eyes twinkling.
"It burned into my memory, I guess?"
Lexa pulled her sketchbook closer protectively, a mock glare in her eyes.
"No way in hell you're seeing mine." She stated.
Clarke leaned in, a determined gleam in her eye. "Oh, I so am."
The playful banter escalated into a wrestle. They rolled on the blanket under the sprawling oak tree, laughter filling the air. Leaves rustled as they grappled for the sketchbook, both determined to see the hidden masterpiece.
Clarke ended up on top of Lexa, able to pin one arm down above her head.
"You're not getting this!" Lexa exclaimed
"Give it up, Lexa!"
In the midst of their friendly tussle, their laughter echoed through the park. Passersby glanced curiously at the two, in a fierce battle over a sketchbook.
Lexa managed to wriggle free for a moment, holding the sketchbook high above her head.
"You'll have to pry it from my cold, artist hands!"
Clarke grinned, determination lighting up her face. With a swift move, she lunged for the sketchbook, and they both collapsed in a fit of laughter.
"Gotcha!" Clarke held it up in the air.
"Fine, fine. But no laughing when you see it."
Clarke's eyes twinkled with excitement as she eagerly flipped through the pages.
As Clarke reached the sketch of.. a dog? She couldn't keep her promise of not laughing.
"Wow, Lexa. You've got serious skills"
Lexa grinned. "Yeah? Thanks" She rolled her eyes. "But this doesn't mean you're off the hook for the wrestling match. Round two?"
Clarke laughed and leaned in to whisper "I'm getting cold, we can wrestle in your bed when we get home"
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"How much garlic did you say?" Clarke asked.
Lexa responded while trying to turn on the oven "Just a clove... or two. Who's counting?"
"This will taste like ass, why couldn't you be a chef?"
"You couldn't YOU?"
The kitchen looked ratched, and amidst the mess, a dance floor was born.
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I fell in love with your thoughts- A Clexa valentine's special
FanfictionThey had never met, not in person anyways. But Lexa felt like they had known each other forever. Like they were one, interlinked, in a way. She felt that Clarke, though unknowingly, had been with her through the darkest time of her life, when her co...
