Clexa (Taylor's Version)🤍
I wanted an excuse to write heavy angst + messiness with lots of social media
Clarke and Lexa are celebrities in L.A.'s Hollywood scene, and have been broken up for a while, but can't quite move on from each other. Thei...
Costia wakes up to a faint aroma of coffee, feeling empty without the familiar weight on top of her. The sky outside is glowing light blue, that ephemeral period just before the sun pokes up over the horizon.
The blanket has been re-tucked snuggly around the edges of her body, and there's a small piece of paper folded and left tented on the coffee table, which Costia reaches for with flutters in her chest.
__________ Had early start time for first day back, didn't want to wake you. Made extra coffee that might still be warm depending how long you slept.
Stay at long as you want, I probably won't be home until late though.
xoxo
-Lexa
____________
Costia re-reads the simple note several times, savoring Lexa's words in her small, gracefully scribbled handwriting.
The blonde dares to imagine herself lazily lounging around the penthouse all day, maybe running out on a few errands to restock the fridge with fresh fruit and the pantry with all their favorite snacks and maybe some fresh flowers. She'd play music, maybe tidy up a bit, watch the city carry on below from the rooftop balcony as she sips an afternoon cocktail out by the firepit. She'd have candles lit all evening to fill the house with enough floral scents that it'll feel like stepping into a meadow when Lexa gets home late after her long day. Costia would be in her robe clean and soft and waiting for her. Maybe she'd shower again, with Lexa so she can wash the day off of her, massage her scalp under the warm flow of water, work her tired limbs with her hands until her Lexa is putty from her touch and then she'd send Lexa into sleep with sleepy moans from her tongue between the brunette's thighs.
She keeps re-reading the words in her hands.
I'll be home late.
Stay as long as you want.
The blonde pulls the blanket up over her shoulders and tugs a pillow into her chest, holding onto the domestic fantasy until she drifts back off to sleep for a while longer.
If it were up to her she'd stay forever.
Later that morning when she gets up, she tucks the note into the top drawer of the guest room. The blonde writes her own note for Lexa that she leaves on the kitchen island, pressing her lips to the outside to leave a mark with the blush-pink lipstick she put on just for doing so.
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The familiar buzz being back on set energizes Lexa despite it barely being 6am. The electrolytes she remembered to chug last night along with the coffee before laying down were an absolute godsend because she fully expected to be late this morning.
