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 (...
Clarke and Lexa thought to take a lounge day indoors to relax. As Lexa got up to unpack her clothes into her own walk in; Clarke went to get breakfast from Lexa's favorite coffeehouse/bakery.
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"Good morning, can I have a warmed butter croissant and a-" Clarke was reading off her phone Lexa's order.
"The Lexa special? Are you her new assistant?" The hostess asked with a light giggle.
"Close... I'm actually her wife." Clarke rolled her eyes. Of course Lexa had her own special.
"You're her wife? You're, Clarke? Is it weird that I feel like I know you? Lexa speaks the world of you. I'm rambling. Sorry. I'm not usually this awkward. Nice to meet'cha I'm Margot." The blonde reached out her hand.
"Hi, Margot. Yes. I'm Clarke Woods. So what exactly does my wife say about me?" Clarke said with a slight amused yet nervous smile.
"How about you go and sit down wherever and I'll request to take my 10 minute break to tell you. Well you wait for these lazy men to hurry with your order." The girls both nodded
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Clarke was laughing hearing about how Lexa once started crying explaining how much she loved her to Margot. "She never cries in front of anyone, but me. How'd you manage that?" Clarke asked
"I think it's just her reminiscing her moments with you in her head and picturing you that she feels like you're also with us. Trust me. It was a sight to see. Lexa is too tough for her own good. It's nice to know she has you to level her out. You're definitely the love of her life, Clarke. She adores you." Margot and Clarke smiled.
"I've been here a few times during college and every now and then. How is it that I've never noticed you before? It's upsetting." Clarke spoke.
"That's what Lexa said when she was trying to describe you to me. I couldn't pinpoint who she meant, but after seeing you. She was definitely right. You're gorgeous, Clarke. Trust me, it was as if she was drawing a picture. From every tiny detail from your tiny mole over your upper lip to the way your hair shines in the light." Clarke held a hand under her chin resting her head falling in love with Margot's words.
"I only hope my wife talks about me the way Lexa talks about you." Margot laughed.
"You're married and have a wife? No wonder Lexa talked so comfortably with you. How long have you been married?" Clarke smiled.
"For just over two years?" Margot smiled.
"Two years? You're so young!" Clarke said confused.
"I guess we just knew we were in love. We knew there was no reason to wait. We had gone through a lot. Ivy saved me from an abusive boyfriend I had at a young age. I guess she also saved me from myself." Margot shed a sweet smile.
"Wow. I would've never guessed. One of my friends Raven just did a movement last fall to help with women in abusive relationships." Clarke said well laying a hand over Margot's for comfort.
"I know. My wife partnered with the whole thing. She actually went to Seattle to help out there for a week. I miss her so much. I just dropped her off this morning." They both laughed.
"Order for WOODS" a man yelled out.
"Well I better get going. It was so nice to meet you! I understand why my wife likes you so much." Clarke laughed and gave Margot a hug.
"Nice to meet the infamous Clarke Woods too. For a while I didn't believe you were real. Nice to know Lexa isn't a psycho anymore. I had my doubts." The two laughed before Clarke left to her car. __________
When Clarke made it through the doors of her house she stopped and was looking around because she wasn't sure why her house seemed off.
"Lexa? Why does our house look like its missing something? Also why are there boxes! LEXA!" Clarke yelled out her wife's name getting no response.
"Geeeezus! What?" Lexa ran down the stairs worried why Clarke was yelling.
"What are in the boxes?" Clarke pointed looking deadly at her wife.
"What the heck, Clarke! I thought something bad happened. They're just my candles? They can't be around our son. They're too dangerous." Lexa started walking towards the food Clarke put on the counter. "Did you get me- yes! My butter croissant!" Lexa smiled.
"Just your candles?! Lexa? You love candles! So much that it scares me." Clarke said still frozen in her spot.
"That's true, but I love our family more." Lexa said with a mouthful.
Clarke smiled and wrapped her arms around Lexa's back that was sweaty from all the work she was doing around the house. "You're amazing." Clarke kissed Lexa's cheek.
"Baby, I'm all sweaty and gross" Lexa cringed.
"I don't care. You also look hot in this cut off showing off your tattoos and sexy body." Clarke eyed her wife up and down then pulled Lexa into a kiss.
"Thanks baby." Lexa said getting chills by her wife's touch.
"I think- when you're done eating your breakfast- that you can come upstairs and fine your desert- with me." Clarke kissed her wife between words and walked off leaving her wife with a dropped jaw.
"I'm so in love-" Lexa whispered to herself still stunned in the kitchen by her wife.
Well that escalated quickly... :) but seriously... Had to put Margot in even if it was just an appearance. Maybe I'll show her again. Idk yet.
