Who: Lexa, Clarke, and Murphy What: Lexa comes home to find Clarke with Murphy in a compromising position. Oh boy. Where: The 100 house When: Thursday evening Rating: TBD Status: Closed; Incomplete
It had been a long day at the stables for Lexa. First, a horse had almost kicked her in the process of cleaning out one of its hooves and then she'd been charged with chasing down a loose mare from one of the fenced in paddocks. To say she was exhausted, in need of a hot shower, and a good meal would be an understatement for the brunette. Most important, she needed her girlfriend, Clarke. She hoped the young woman would be home from her shift at the art supply store when she arrived. She could really use a hug and perhaps something more later on if neither were too tired.
Given that they were attempting to have a child, she would not blame Clarke for being tired. It was exciting, but also tiring and difficult. They had to go through the laboratory and obtain some of Murphy's sperm which he'd gladly donated in order to help them conceive. The process had been nothing, but troublesome, but Lexa, like her girlfriend, was determined to have a child and for them to be parents. She knew they would make a wonderful family and she didn't want to give up on the dream no matter how challenging it was at the moment.
Sighing, Lexa pushed open the front door to the house and headed for the bedroom she shared with Clarke. She frowned, pausing outside the door when she heard muffled voices and sounds from inside. It didn't just sound like Clarke either. Suspicious as well as worried, Lexa didn't knock, but instead simply turned the knob and entered. A cry erupted from her lips at what she saw.
"Clarke? What-What's going on?" She'd walked in on Clarke in bed...with Murphy. What the hell?