WHO: Lexa and Clarke Griffin WHEN: April 25th WHERE: Their house WHAT: Their Pokemon start to get rowdy and then they are a little awkward but then cuddle. WARNINGS: Low STATUS: gdoc, finished!
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Clarke had eased into the role of teacher at Tumbleweed Elementary easily. She had taught Madi everything she knew in the nearly-six-years time she was on Earth with the girl, and art came easily to Clarke. So teaching a bunch of kids about Madi’s age-- or younger, wasn’t hard at all. It did make her tired, though, and she often found herself on the futon in the loft-esque space she lived in. Jackie, her Happiny, would sleep on her stomach. Something about the creature made her feel serene and she would drift off to sleep.
By the time Clarke woke up, it was dark out and Jackie was gone. She heard a commotion in the short hall that lead to the bedrooms, and she clambered up off the cushion where the sound came from.
Jackie was there, crying and trying to pick up the toilet. Gona had a stone it his mouth and was several feet away. Thankfully, Lexa was nearby and also heard the sound. “I’m sorry she does this. We need to stop her before she pulls the thing out of the floor.”
Just seeing Lexa made Clarke’s heart feel like it was altogether stopping. She wanted to cry every time she saw her. She didn’t know why she wasn’t falling back into place next to Lexa even though she felt that way. They slept in the same bed, bodies touching, but never holding each other. Lexa let Clarke decide what to do.
“I know how to stop her,” Lexa said, her tone even but somehow still held a certain command. She had also been asleep, the black nightgown was more than evident enough. It was of that same thin material that Clarke was familiar with.
Swiftly, not wanting to waste anymore time, Lexa advanced on her taunting Gona who was pleased with himself. “Gona,” her tone had dropped, growing more stern. “Hod op!” The Jangmo-o reacted to Lexa’s tone, seemingly understanding what she had said. A moment later and the stone fell out of his mouth, Lexa was quick to grab it before it clattered onto the ground.
“Jackie.” Lexa stooped down on bent knees, holding the smooth stone to her. “Leave the toilet and take your egg.”
Clarke had advanced on the tiny pink thing, knowing she was strong. Jackie had picked up larger boulders on their walks before, the toilet could probably be easily ripped out. She patted it’s squishy little shoulder as Lexa held out the stone, “There, look, it’s okay.” Clarke pulled the little thing away from the toilet towards Lexa’s hand.
Jackie made a high pitched sound of joy and snatched the stone away from Lexa. She shoved it down into her stomach pouch and waddled away.
Clarke was still down on one knee, arm draped over it, watching the creature walk away. “I’m sorry she woke you.” She exhaled deeply, still a little shaky from being woken up so abruptly.
Lexa was standing up before Clarke, slowly taking a step or two closer to her. “I wasn’t asleep anyway,” she corrected Clarke. She held out her hand again, but this time it was for Clarke to take. Clarke rose up and slipped her hand into Lexa’s, without hesitation now that her pet wasn’t squawking.
“You look tired, though. Do you want to lay in my bed?” Lexa kept herself from calling it their bed, our bed. She wanted to, every part of her wanted to include Clarke into her life. She was ready to do that before. She knelt down in front of Clarke, pledged fealty to her. It was something that she meant, and more deeply than anyone would ever realize.
Her face was void of the emotions that churned just beneath her skin. Lips pressed thin and her eyes hardened and yet calm all at the same time.
She watched Lexa’s face to see if she could read it. It wasn’t easy, Lexa hid her emotions well. Whenever Clarke got a smile out of her, she felt rather accomplished. “Yeah, I think that’d be better than where I was.” She slowly walked around Gona and towards Lexa’s room. Gona made a noise, but silenced himself when Lexa gave him a pointed look. Lexa stepped around him in the same manner as Clarke, keeping a step or two behind her.
Clarke was still in her clothes from earlier in the day and it would feel weird to climb into bed like that. She dropped Lexa’s hand and pulled her overshirt off so that she was in a tank top. She shyly walked around the bed and turned away to slip her pants off, revealing black boyshorts. With their hands free, Lexa walked to her side of the bed. Her footfalls silent, not even a soft thud could be heard. “I like that nightgown, it shows off your tattoos,” Clarke said with a little smile in her voice. She stayed at the edge of the bed, on the other side from where Lexa stood. Slowly Lexa turned, a faint smile blossomed along her lips. “It is one of my favorites.” She knew Clarke liked the nightgown. It was the same one that Clarke took off of her as well.
“It’s pretty nice that our stuff came with us. I didn’t have much, I wore the same thing a lot when I was living with Madi.”
Lexa was sitting on the bed; it was large, fit for the commander that she was (that she had been). They were covered with soft furs, pillows neatly stuffed and sewed with feathers. It kept her warm at night and if it got too warm she would lay on top of the furs, letting them tickle her bare skin. “Yes, I like that my things are here. I have something familiar to retire to.” She turned, twisting at the waist, to look over at Clarke. “I am especially content that you are here, Clarke.”
Clarke was making awkward small talk and she knew it. She had to get to the core of her issues. She wanted to be with Lexa but something was stopping her. Despite this, she still considered Lexa her girlfriend. If anyone called her something different than that, she gave them a Look. So why was she just standing on one side of the bed?
She crawled up onto the bed and sat near Lexa. Arms-length away. Always close but not too close. Clarke decided to let the topic of their material goods just float away. Quietly, she responded to Lexa, “I never thought I’d see you again.” She had already said that to her, it was the only thing that could come to mind. “I thought that before I saw you in the City of Light, and there you were. And now… you’re here. I’m in your bed again…” Before this place, the last time she saw Lexa in that bed was when she was bleeding out, all over Clarke’s hands. The thought of all that blood was a punch in the gut and she became quiet.
The soft husked tone of Clarke’s voice always made Lexa’s arms prickle with goosebumps, made the little hairs on the back of her neck raise. She couldn’t help but to move closer, subtly making the space between them just a little smaller. “I know how you feel, Clarke,” Lexa spoke just as softly, holding back the somberness in her tone. She knew how it felt to lose someone you cared about, to lose someone you had loved.
Lexa reached, letting her fingers skim over Clarke’s knuckles before resting her hand a top of her’s “I am here, my bed is here.” A smile, tiny smile tugged at the edges of her lips, eyes growing a lighter green. “You are not alone anymore.”
Lexa was so strong and beautiful. It was difficult not to fawn when Clarke was near her. She twisted her hand to be palm up, taking Lexa’s hand in her own. “I thought of you often. I told Madi about you.” The girl was like a daughter to her. She thought of what it would have been like if Lexa survived Priamfaya with them. They could have raised Madi together. She quickly looked in a different direction, focusing her thoughts elsewhere. It wasn’t good to linger on what could have been.
Lexa was quiet, letting Clarke’s words sink into her mind. Every word that Lexa said had careful thought behind it. Lexa was always calculative even in times like this, these were the most important. They were fragile and Lexa didn’t want to disrupt the foundation they were slowly starting to rebuild again.
Finally, after contemplation, Lexa said, “And Madi will return to you as well.”
Clarke scooted even closer, so that their hips and shoulders touched. She still held her hand, but let it go to pull her into an embrace. She tucked her chin over Lexa’s nearly bare shoulder, her arms tucked under Lexa’s arms.
Lexa had been waiting for this moment, the moment where Clarke held her. The embrace came as a form of both relief and reassurance that Clarke still wanted her. Lexa collected Clarke into her own arms, pulling her closer to herself. “We can go to sleep and I can hold you,” Lexa whispered softly into Clarke’s wavy blonde hair.
Clarke’s voice wavered when she spoke, like she was about to cry. She wouldn’t, however. “I’d like that, Lexa.” She reluctantly pulled away from the other girl and pulled her legs up so she could tuck them under the thick blankets. Once Lexa was laying down too, Clarke sidled up against her. She faced Lexa, her face resting on the same pillow. They were nearly the same height so she ducked her head against Lexa’s shoulder.
Lexa rested the chin atop of Clarke’s head, her arms still wrapped around her. “I’d like that, too,” She softly murmured against waves of blonde. She lifted an arm up, letting her fingers slide between locks of Clarke’s hair. Lexa began to sing, so soft and low. A song she heard many times before, a song that was soothing and she hoped that it would soothe away Clarke’s worries.
Clarke went to speak, but stopped when Lexa started to sing. It was so soft and warm, so unlike how Lexa usually presented herself. She was cradled in Lexa’s arms. The song and position reminded her of being small again, but she felt a different love than one for a mother.