WHO: Clarke Griffin and Lexa (with mention of Madi) WHEN: Backdated way back to the summer ball WHERE: At the ball, then at their home. WHAT: Clarke stops holding back from Lexa. WARNINGS: Undressing, but it isn't sexual. Small mention of a suicidal action. STATUS: gdoc, finishing in comments.
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Clarke had found a cute white dress at the mall and decided to get it. She wouldn’t have to worry about it getting covered in dirt, blood, or grime. White wasn’t something she wore often. Madi was found a small grey blazer at the local thrift store. Clarke wasn’t sure what Lexa would be wearing. She just knew she looked forward to it.
Lexa wore a black dress to both contrast and compliment the white of Clarke’s.
She didn’t even have time to look when she loaded them all into the rover. Clarke found Rhys house easily, having learned the layout of town the night she got here. “Go on Madi, we’ll be in in a second.” Clarke held onto the steering wheel with white knuckle strength. She had been sleeping in Lexa’s bed for a few months now and for a moment, she was worried about how it never went further than sleeping. Lexa was understanding and sweet, and she loved Clarke.
Her mind wandered to whether or not Lexa would even have time to have a sex life in Polis. Hah.
She hadn’t since the death of her former lover, Costia.
Clarke turned to her in the rover, “Okay, you ready to dance how I showed you?”
“Yes, Clarke,” Lexa spoke after turning her attention away from Madi, making sure the young nightblood made it through the entrance without any delay. She was smiling, it was soft and comforting.
“Are you ready to dance with me?”
“Yes.”
A lot had happened since arriving through the portal. Lexa was dead in her world and, for the most part, she was at peace with that thought. She never feared death; death wasn’t the end. It was just the end of her fight. She swept a hand down the front of her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. The door was already opened from letting Madi out first and Lexa stepped out next. She was taller than usual, gaining a few extra inches from the high heels of her shoes.
“Let’s hurry so we don’t lose our Natblida,” She said cooly, tossing Clarke a look.
Clarke was able to finally see a full version of what Lexa wore. After seeing Lexa, she could have just floated through the doors. Clarke bumped up behind Madi, who was introducing herself. Normally, Clarke had Madi keep her hair in braids so it wouldn’t mat up. Being able to wash and brush every day changed that.
Once inside, Clarke leaned forward and told Madi to go check out the food display. Madi gladly would, and probably bring something for them.
Clarke reached out for Lexa’s hand, lacing her fingers with hers. “You look really pretty.” She grinned tilted her head to the right and then the left. “My girlfriend is pretty.” Clarke had spent six years with a child, and worked with them all day. She had grown a little silly since becoming a mom.
In return, Lexa offered Clarke a soft smile. One that managed to brighten her already bright green eyes. “Clarke, you have always been beautiful,” She spoke softly, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
Her face turned serious, but didn’t lose the smile. “Lexa, I like that you call her ours.”
“Of course.” Lexa’s tone went very matter of factly. “You are her surrogate mother and she is a Natblida.” Gently, Lexa pulled on Clarke’s arm, guiding her deeper into the thralls of the party. “Do you want to get a drink, first?”
She shook her head, “No, let’s dance first. If we get a drink, someone will talk to us.” Clarke hated that she felt that way. It was just … all these people were overwhelming. She wanted to take her mind off it.
“Then we will dance first,” Lexa agreed.
Into the near middle of the dancefloor is where Lexa brought them. There was a little space and Clarke put her hands on Lexa’s hips. “Unless you want to lead?” She had a little smile on her face, soft and happy. “About Madi, I just am happy to share something with you. When-- Before-- I thought about staying with you in Polis.”
Clarke’s hands were made to rest on Lexa’s hip, laying so comfortably. Lexa felt a comforting warmth through the thin material of her black dress. It had the faint hint of a smile curling the edges of her lips. “You can lead, Clarke,” Lex spoke softly. Loosely Lexa looped her arms around the back of Clarke’s shoulders, her hand clasped at her wrist. “I had hoped you would stay.”
Clarke remembered her dad showing her how to dance when she was little. Standing on his feet. This was much different. She swayed gently, pulling Lexa’s hips with her. Clarke rubbed her hands up and down slowly, delighting in the feeling of Lexa’s hip bones. She stared at Lexa’s face, unsure of what to say. It was still so strange that she was here, after all this time.
“I would have.” She tilted her head and pressed her lips softly to Lexa’s. It was overwhelming and she pulled away to grab Lexa into an embrace. She saw Lexa everyday now, but for some reason, right now? Clarke thought she’d cry.
The kiss came to a surprise to Lexa; somehow she still found her own head inclining, meeting Clarke halfway. It was soft, so soft and warm. They weren’t dancing so much, just swaying with their arms tangled together; just holding each other. “Clarke,” She whispered softly into her ear. “I was always with you.”
She wanted to tell Lexa there was a time she had a gun to her head. That she was all alone. No one was with her then. Two months without another person. But she didn’t want to spoil it. If Lexa believed she was with Clarke, then she’d let her believe that. Clarke backed out of the hug and went back to resting her hands on Lexa’s hips. “Just stay with me now.”
“I will,” Lexa spoke softly, her tone even. A thumb brushed along Clarke’s cheekbone, the back of her other hand moving the stray blonde hairs away from her face. She could have held onto their embrace for a lot longer, but knew they were in the middle of a celebration. They would have their intimate moment when the party was over and retired to their bedroom.
For now, though, they will dance and enjoy themselves.
After dancing for a bit, Madi came up and stood near Clarke, staring at her. She didn’t have the best people skills. Clarke released Lexa-- all but her hand. They had a seat and Madi told them which food tasted good. Most of it was good, in her opinion. She started to ask Lexa about things that would have happened to her in Polis, if everything would have went right. No Praimfaya, no gunshot. She didn’t mention the part about how she hid from the Flamekeepers when they came to her village. Clarke liked this woman, and she was grounder royalty.
At the end of the night, they piled into the rover.
They all went to their respective rooms and Clarke didn’t even tell Madi to shower. She had been telling her to do it every now and then. They used to just clean off in the lake. In Clarke and Lexa’s room, Clarke fiddled with the straps of her dress. “I’m never wearing one of these again.”
“I wouldn’t say never so quickly, Clarke,” Lexa spoke at the other end of the bed. She had stepped out of her dress and neatly hung it up on the same hanger that held it before. Lexa wasn’t one to shy away from nudity, perhaps a little when Clarke was put into the equation. Clarke didn’t avert her eyes, nor did she stare. “I mean, it’s nice not having pants restricting me… nice breeze.”
Lexa didn’t rush into her nightgown. Flowy and soft to the touch. A moment later and Lexa was clothed again, the gown’s straps loose enough that they slipped down her shoulders. She rounded the bed to help Clarke take off her dress. “Let me help,” she said softly as she reached for the zipper of her dress.
Clarke closed her eyes slowly, trying to ascertain whether or not this was one of her dreams. Ever since she started sleeping next to Lexa, she would awake thinking of when they were intimate. Not every night, some nights she just enjoyed being held, or even close to Lexa. After the City of Light, nothing felt completely real.