Humming Bird Lexa/You/Clarke story

Puppy

Y/n's pov:

"Are you... tryin' to flirt with me?"

"Don't be silly I'm just braiding your hair." I roll my eyes at the blonde and squirm on her lap trying to hold back the yawn I feel coming. "Not you goof," I place my gaze back on Lexa narrowing my eyes so she knows I may be on to her.

"So what if I am?" She leans closer on her stump a challenging mischievous look stitched in her smirk. I furrow my eyes, "so you are flirting with me..." My teeth lightly quiver while putting pressure on my bottom lip, her smirk grows while she stares at Clarke and me intently. Her gaze never wavering from us. My head stretches back with Clarke's extra pull to tighten the braid. "Mmmm..," my eyes swing open as I realize what I just did. I cross my arms and look straight up trying to ignore the smile I know is growing on Lexa's face.

"You like that baby girl," I swallow loudly as Clarke's warm breath hits my neck. I look straight up to the open sky peeking through the canopy above this small clearing.

"Uhh.." I clear my throat, "how did you find this clearing?" My gaze sweeps what I can with the blonde still holding my hair. I register that Lexa's soft eyes are still staring, but don't allow my gaze to stick to hers. There are just two stump stools in this small leaf covered clearing. Clarke on one of them while I'm on her lap and Lexa is on the other, a little less than an arm's length away from me since Clarke wanted to make sure my leg stayed up. Aside from the stumps, there's not much else other than a lot of trees, but the canopy does give way to a beautiful view of the sky hanging above us. And the overgrown undergrowth creates a barrier that seems to almost guard us against reality while we sit with no understanding of time.

"Clarke tripped into it," I pull forward trying to hold in my laughter receiving a smack on the back from the blonde. "You messed up my braid," I lose my breath as her hands slide up my thighs to my hips pulling me closer to her on her lap. "Stop moving," I smile imagining Clarke's lips pulled tight in concentration while her fingers twist and turn in my hair. Lexa's gaze purely focused on my eyes as we lock only to break eye contact as my neck is stretched back for Clarke again. 

"Did she trip over a rock or something?" I wait and keep my neck stretched. Sitting and staying there unmoving, feeling my gaze get lost in the blue of the sky. I begin to remember the Arc and my cell. Lexa's small chuckle rings in the wild air, "No not exactly." I furrow my eyebrows but continue to stare at the sky letting the subject drop for the time being.

"You know Y/nn, your ass is way less bony compared to Lexa's." I bite my lip and let out a small hum while Clarke continues to pull on my hair. "Shut up Clarke," I hear the small smile in the brunette's voice. I smile at their quarrel, wondering how I got so lucky to get the attention of two powerhouses like them. "Y'all are really cool." I'm sure they can hear the absentminded awe in my voice while I continue to stare at the blue, no idea of their reactions.

The pulls on my hair cease and I begin to move my neck in an attempt to stretch it. I feel a slight itch from the scar and begin to itch it. "Owe!" I stare at Lexa in disbelief, her smirk returning once more, "What did you do that for?" I lean forward trying to reach my now sore knee to rub it out still staring at the brunette, but I'm pulled back by arms around my waste. My eyes widen with the pull, they grow even more as I feel the blonde biting my earlobe. Lexa's stare is still trained on me, her tongue ever so slowly passing over her bottom lip. "Uhhhh... guys," Lexa leans forward, her arms rubbing my thighs. I can't help but watch her lips hover over mine, "Lexa I swear if you mess up her braid..." Clarke threatens before her own lips begin leaving soft kisses on my shoulder. My eyes slip up to Lexa's which are intensely clouded. "Are Y'all horny or--" I never get to finish my question as the brunette's lips meet mine, delicately slow.

I feel her hand on the side of my face pushing my face to the side, Clarke latches onto the exposed skin of my neck, her hands roaming my waste slowing slipping under my tank with each rub. I wrap my arms around Lexa's neck to pull her closer. Our lips move in sync, "mmmm.." I let out a moan into the kiss as Lexa softly bites my bottom lip. Her tongue slipping into my mouth to dominate my own. I focus on her taste and her breath. I focus on Clarke's delicate kisses and warm soft touch.

I smile when I hear Lexa moan from me pulling on her braid, her lips separating from mine, still hanging dangerously close. I stare into her soft eyes and can't help but bite my lip. Clarke kisses my jaw pulling me into a hug that makes me lose my breath. "Glad we're on the same page Y/n." I stare dumbfounded at Lexa, their lips playing in my mind.

For a moment I forget about my mind and thoughts and my smile spreads. "By the way, Clarke tripped because I kissed her," "LEXA!" I giggle softly turning in Clarke's lap to see her sending threatening stares to the brunette. She stops when she realizes I'm staring. She turns her eyes to me and raises her eyebrows. "Don't you dare have the same attitude as Lexa," she leans forward her face moving towards mine. Her eyes flicker to my lips and I smile at how much she wants to kiss them. "I'll have to punish you if you do, Y/nn." She steals the last of the space in between us and our lips touch in a delicate kiss. She pulls away after a few seconds with a smile plastered on her sweet plump lips. 

I look back at Lexa who has a proud smirk on your face. She gets up and squishes me in a hug with Clarke. "Such a good puppy," I gasp loudly and pull out of the middle of them, lightly slapping Lexa's arm. "I am not a puppy." Her smile grows, a little sparkle in her eyes. "Told you she wouldn't like that." I look at Clarke in disbelief. "I'm not a puppy!" They giggle in sync, Lexa patting me on the head. 

"Whatever you say pup."