Obviously another clexa fic. It will start off as a total cliché. I know. (Sorry) the whole girl next door best friends since child birth crap. I just have a lot of ideas for this fic so stick around.
Clarke and Lexa are only a day apart by birth (...
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"Babe please come to sleep! Harper can handle the studio till after our wedding." Clarke whined moving close behind Lexa in her dads study. "I can't. We need this client. I can take photos for Vogue magazine, Clarke! Their Fall collection! Do you understand how big that is for us?" Lexa turned her chair to face her fiancé. Lexa was tired and it was showing to Clarke. The girl was still sitting in her dads chair and was head faced into Clarke's stomach well Clarke was playing with her hair. "You've been at it all day. You even missed dinner with our parents" Clarke was irritated, but knew that Lexa only had good intentions. "Which is why I'm trying to rush through this professionally of course so I can spend as much time with you and our family, Clarke. Don't you get that?" Clarke went to her knees to meet Lexa at eye level and kissed her wrists like Lexa would do to her when she was going through a lot. "I know you're doing this for us and I'm internally great full for everything you do to make sure we are always financially secure, but baby there's somethings you need to cherish well you still have them" Lexa knew Clarke was talking about there father and the thought was flooding her brain again. She had been trying to suppress the reality that her father will be gone within the next month or two. "You're right, love. I'm being stupid. Harper and my team can handle the rest. I hired them to be my partners and nothing less. After all, I need my beauty sleep if I'm going against you at the altar in a few days" Lexa closed her eyes behind her reading glasses and tried for a kiss "Hah. As if you you can compete" Clarke walked off towards Lexa's room leaving her fiancé with a look of heat. "She didn't..." Lexa ran towards the direction Clarke was going leaving all her work behind. __________ (Sexy time)
Lexa and Clarke were in her room with the lights dim. Lexa was laying down with one arm behind her head and the other wrapped around Clarke who was laying over Lexa's bare chest. "I've never noticed this tiny scar before" Clarke touched at Lexa's bottom lip. "That's interesting considering you used to crave my lips all through high school" Lexa joked earning her a light kick from Clarke. "That's not true" Clarke replied. "Yeah I'm pretty sure. You always made it really obvious whenever I talked you ended up gazing at my lips, babe don't deny it" Lexa laughed "I'm not but you're still wrong...I looked at you lips through junior high too!" Clarke winked "You knew you were into me in junior high?" Lexa look bewildered. Lexa had a lot of petty relationship before Clarke and Jake her high school love. "Yup. Well you were thinking of Bryce Wilkenson I was most definitely thinking about you" Clarke said with pride that slowly turned into slight pain. "I wish I knew about your feelings way younger so I wouldn't have wasted my time with people who never made me feel the way I do now, but I'm glad we happened the way we did. Knowing how much heartache and pain we've gone through in the short time we've been alive makes me extremely proud to call you my wife" Lexa smiled at her ceiling not knowing her fiancé was crying under her gaze. "Baby, what's wrong?" Lexa got up not caring that her chest was showing. "You're amazing, Lexa Woods. I never want to lose you." Clarke smiled well her tears were still presenting themselves. "Don't cry, Clarke. You know what it does to me." Lexa smirked rubbing Clarke's tears away. "You sound like your father" Clarke grinned into Lexa's lips.
