Snapshots (a Clexa fic)

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    These are Clarke’s favourite moments.

    When the sun has just come up, and it’s quiet. Lexa has just come back in from her morning jog, climbed back into bed because it’s Saturday, the one Saturday a month she always takes off. Her hair is damp, because she showered, but Clarke doesn’t know why when her lips are on her skin and her fingers are leaving trails of fire wherever they touch. She’s just going to need another shower, at this rate.

    But then she’s pulling away, an apologetic smile on those delicious lips. Clarke follows, chasing one of her favourite tastes, sucking on Lexa’s bottom lip.

    “Clarke, your parents…” Lexa mumbles, dipping back down to deepen the kiss.

    That’s right. Abby and Jake are sleeping in their guest room.

    Their guest room, because Clarke moved in with Lexa and Aden last month (Aden spent the night at a friend’s, so she’s not too worried about him bursting in. Plus, he learned to knock after the first incident three weeks ago).

    She grins, slipping her fingers into still-damp curls and tugging, just the slightest. She swallows the moan that comes from deep in Lexa’s throat, biting down on the plump lip between her own.

    Lexa pulls away again, this time with a groan. “Clarke. Brunch.”

    Clarke pouts, and Lexa kisses it away before she gets up and goes to her dresser. Clarke sighs and sits up, rubbing face free of the sleepiness that still lingers. “Right. Is it already that late?” Brunch was a thing her mother suggested, for ten am, and Clarke must have misjudged the sun a bit if it was time to get up and get ready.

   Lexa hums and pulls out her nicest pair of skinny jeans (black), and a button-down shirt (white). “Did Rae and O ever tell you if they were coming?”

    Because Rae and O have been Clarke’s best friends since high school and Saturday brunch was a thing they all did with the Griffin parents at least once a month. This is the first one any of them are bringing a significant other, and all three of them are bringing someone. Plus, they’re picking up Aden on the way.

    “Did Anya and Lincoln tell you?” Clarke smirks, amused that her friends were seeing Lexa’s friends. Their circle has grown a little, yet still managed to stay relatively the same.

    Clarke watches as Lexa tucks in her shirt and grabs for a pair of suspenders, oh god the suspenders. She bites her lip and looks away, because if she keeps watching, brunch will never happen.

    Instead, she gets up and goes to the closet, grabbing the dress she had decided to wear. She could have totally just worn her pjs and no one would have cared, but Lexa is dressing nicely so she will too. It’s blue, the same shade as her eyes, and it’s her favourite because-

    Because every time she wears it, Lexa gets that look, the one she has now. The Look sends shivers down Clarke’s spine, makes her mouth suddenly dry, makes her want to do things she really probably shouldn’t with her parents in the room right next to theirs, but-

    Lexa turns away, her cheeks just the barest hint of red. Clarke smirks again and pulls the dress on, searching for her flats.

    The both of them are dressed and ready in time to ride with Abby and Jake to the diner they decided on the day before, if a little hot and bothered. Abby chats about work on the drive there, chats about politics a little, gushes that her girls are all growing up, and will Bellamy be there, too? Because she misses that boy too, he better drop by while she’s in the city. Jake stays mostly silent, grinning at his wife, grinning at his daughter. He catches Clarke biting her lip while she watches Lexa chat back at her mother, and he waggles his eyebrows. He laughs when Clarke blushes, and the other two exchange amused glances.