My Own Clexa Oneshots

Clexa fluff. More cuteness.

Lexa wakes up to a small kiss on her lips. A short, young blonde has her lips pressed against Lexa's neck. "Good morning, Clarke..." She says, grabbing the girl by her generous, to say the least, sides. "How did you sleep, Lex?" she asks, kissing Lexa on the lips. "Great... I slept like god, during the-" "Describe it without offensive analogies." She giggles and Lexa sighs. "Fine... I slept like a log." "Better!" the shorter girl says, with a soft snicker. "Should I go make breakfast?" "Yes." Lexa responds to the girl, with a soft grin. "Though, I think you could use a day without it." Clarke gasps. "Oh, you are so rude, Lexa!" she says, pouting playfully. "Sorry, baby... I didn't mean to be so rude..." Lexa says, playfully. "I love you..." Clarke sighs softly and kisses the younger woman on her lips. "You never cease to amaze me, Lexa..." She gazes into the brunette's eyes, and smiles. "Beautiful... Your eyes are always so beautiful..."