Corrupted Constructs

Epilogue

Lexa stands in the living room of their new house, their home, with one arm loosely wrapped around Clarke's waist while the music thumps through the speakers. Well, thumps at an acceptable volume where everyone can still hear each other of course. They were all sensible adults, not frat boys after all.

She looks around with a soft smile on her face at the beautiful home with the beautiful people in it. Lincoln, Lincoln's girlfriend, which so happened to be one of Clarke's friends, Anya, Costia, Clarke's mom, Clarke's other friends. All of the people they both held so dear were here for their housewarming.

It had taken almost a month to put in an offer, which turned into negotiations, then to sign the contracts, get insurance, and do everything else new homeowners are required to do when they want to move into their new place.

Clarke had broken down crying several times throughout as they had celebrated early, unaware that the process would take this long and be so tedious and draining.

They had almost lost their dream home from under their noses and although Lexa would never have forgiven herself for it, she knew they would have been fine in the end.

Because they always had been and always would be no matter what. Just as long as they had each other.

But luckily, they didn't have to find out. Eventually everything worked out.

Then, it had taken another month to pack up all their things, hire movers, get all of their things to their new home, unpack, and get everything decorated to their liking. Well, to Clarke's liking.

Of course she had given Clarke free reign over it all, because truly, all Lexa wanted was to see Clarke smile and if a couch two inches to the left caused the blonde to smile, Lexa would break her back twenty times over to move that couch two inches to the left.

In return for a thorough apology for being such a 'picky and whiny brat,' in Clarke's own words and a back massage that is.

On their first night in the house, they had sat on the floor and they had used one of the boxes as a table as they ate Chinese food straight from the cardboard takeaway containers. And they had slept on a mattress on the floor using a balled-up sweater as a pillow since they had done an awful job labeling anything while packing.

And on day two, when they were able to start unpacking, Lexa had found a long-lost box.

A box that contained all of their framed pictures together. The ones that used to be on Clarke's walls and desk and dresser and everywhere the eye could see.

So, on the second evening, as they sat at an actual table, but still on top of boxes, she had surprised Clarke with it, who had burst out crying as she clung to Lexa's neck.

That night, when they were in bed, Lexa had asked Clarke to marry her for a second time.

All of those pictures were now proudly displayed all over their new home in addition to several new ones.

And once they had finally finished unpacking everything and the gorgeous image of the sea creature had been giving an honorary spot in the middle of their living room, Lexa had asked Clarke to marry her for a third time, right in front of the colorful image. Her first gift to the blonde.

And finally, Clarke had said yes.

Well, it's not that Clarke had said no the previous two times...

It's just that Clarke had already been asleep those two times, unbeknownst to the brunette. Unbeknownst to her until the only response she had gotten was a soft snoring rather than the resounding 'yes', she had dared to hope for.