My Heart (Was Right About You)

Chapter 6: What Used to Be

If Lexa was being entirely honest with herself, she never would've imagined her future to involve making out with her fiancee in her childhood bedroom like a couple of horny teens.

Then again, she probably hadn't imagined having a fiancee at all.

But she never really was too imaginative as a child.

Clarke was not so subtly groping her breasts, kneading, rolling, while placing soothing kisses against Lexa's swollen lips.

The two were rolling, tossing and turning, panting all the while, desperate to be closer. They grabbed fistfuls of nights shirts, hair splayed out on the pillows, constantly grinding against one another, the heat almost unbearable.

Clarke pulled away to catch her breath and Lexa chased her lips desperately, letting out a whine of need.

"You know, for such a nerd, you have a hell of a libido." Clarke teased, breathless.

Lexa smirked. "For such a self proclaimed party girl, you're really all talk and no stamina." She fired back cockily.

"I hate how it turns me on when you're assertive." Clarke grumbled, leaning back in to steal a kiss. "And for the record- I'm kidding you know. Now I know your shell is the nerdy, all business type, but on the inside...you're such a softie." Clarke drawled.

Lexa smiled into the kiss, leaning back to burrow her face in the crook of Clarke's neck.

"Thank you." Lexa mumbled, nuzzling where she'd just kissed, Clarke holding her rather tightly.

The two loved to simply bask in one another's presence. It was one of the greatest aspects of their relationship.

"Can you believe it?" Clarke sighed blissfully. "We're getting married. I know it's obvious, but it sinks in a little more and more every day, with all this planning, and the invites..."

Lexa hummed, giving Clarke a squeeze. "I wanted to say I knew it was love at first sight, and it probably was, but I didn't want to endure the pain of convincing myself it wasn't mutual."

Clarke shook her head in amazement. "Did it ever occur to you that I might have fallen equally as hard, and just as quickly?"

"I was a pragmatist, Clarke, not a dreamer."

Clarke smiled, kissing Lexa's forehead. "Well if I didn't dream up this fake dating situation, we wouldn't be engaged right now."

"Or would we have been...dare I say it..." Lexa feigned a gasp. "Normal?"

Clarke snorted. "With you running rampant with your girls? Not likely."

"Costia was the only one." Lexa scoffed. "Don't be jealous."

"I heard you having sex next door and I had to pretend it was me." Clarke grumbled. "Cut me some slack."

"....Well, me too."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I'm confused, Lex. You too? To what?"

"I had to pretend it was you, too."

Clarke gasped, recoiling backwards so quickly that she slammed her head against the headboard. "Fuck!" She hissed, and Lexa was up in an instant, looking concerned.

"Clarke." She murmured, rubbing the sore spot. "Are you alright?"

Clarke grinned. "Am I alright? I'm...ecstatic. This is so....surprising."

"Was it really?" Lexa smiled amusedly, wrapping her arms around Clarke, allowing the blonde to lean against her.

"You stopped seeing me!" Clarke argued suddenly. "You stopped our runs and our movie nights..." She added suspiciously.