1953
Clarke stirred awake as sunlight streamed in apathetically. She groggily felt around the California king for her lover. Coming up with nothing but wrinkled sheets, the blonde jolted awake, her sleepiness now replaced by worry.
She padded barefooted out of the bedroom. Relief flooded her senses as the aroma of fried batter did the same. Clarke leaned on the bedroom door frame and watched as Lexa waltzed around the flour-covered kitchen. Lexa had never been a neat cook.
“How long are you going to stand there and watch me, ya creep?” the brunette asked, her back still facing the blonde. Clarke’s inner panic must’ve been more apparent than she thought. She walked into the kitchen and hugged Lexa from behind.
“What’re you making?” the blonde asked, nuzzling Lexa’s neck.
“Crepes.”
“Mmmm pretentious pancakes, yummm.”
“Crepes for a creep. Quite fitting, if you ask me,” Lexa said with an accent. Clarke ran her hands down the brunette’s front flirtatiously.
“Clarke, no,” Lexa turned around to face the blonde. “We have a four-year-old in the next room.”
That did little to deter the blonde. Her hands continued their ravenous descent. “We both know Madi wakes up at the same time everyday. We have an hour.”
The blonde guided Lexa’s hand to the apex of her thighs.
“Well then, stop,” Clarke dared, whispering hotly in the brunette’s ear.
Lexa peered into cerulean eyes only to find nothing but smug mirth. She dropped the spatula from her hand, causing a loud clatter, turned off the stove, and flipped the blonde around to face the counter in one swift movement.
Lexa hiked up Clarke’s long shirt, exposing porcelain skin, and bunched it around her waist. The blonde arched her back as Lexa dragged the head of her cock through slippery folds.
“Oh my god,” Clarke gasped as Lexa entered her, not wasting a minute. She reached back and cupped the brunette’s neck to bring her in for a kiss. Lexa then started a brutal rhythm, sweat-slicked skin slapping relentlessly.
“That’s so fucking good, baby,” the blonde moans out. Lexa grunts in response. She reached around to rub Clarke’s clit.
Lexa could feel the tell-tale tightening of Clarke’s pussy around her cock. She panted in the blonde’s ear as Clarke came on her dick.
Lexa pulled out and started stroking her member rapidly. “I love her, but we can’t get another Madi,” she explained when the blonde whimpered at the loss.
“Here, let me help,” Clarke wrapped her fingers around Lexa’s length, swiping the head with each pass. The brunette moaned.
Clarke knelt down on the floor and looked up at Lexa provocatively. She then licked up the underside of red pulsing flesh in her hand, moaning at the taste of their combined juices on Lexa’s cock.
The brunette fell forward, her arms catching the counter in time to keep her forehead from colliding with the cool marble. “Holy fuck,” she groaned in pleasure.
The blonde hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head in Lexa’s lap.
Lexa’s knuckles turned white from gripping the counter and Clarke knew she was about to blow her load. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as Lexa toppled over the proverbial edge.
“You’re fucking amazing,” Lexa smiled and caressed Clarke’s face lovingly.
“Hey kiddo,” the brunette said when she looked up to find their daughter trudging out of her bedroom, rubbing her sleep-ridden eyes.
Lexa helped Clarke off her knees and planted a sweet kiss to her cheek before strutting across their two-bedroom apartment to pick Madi up-as was her habit every morning- and placed her in her high chair.
“Look what Mama made you!” Clarke said as she watched Lexa cut a crepe up into little pieces for the kindergartener.
“Is it good?” Lexa asked, to which Madi nodded fervently.
It never ceases to amaze Clarke how incredible Lexa is with Madi.
…
Five years ago (three weeks after Lexa’s accident), the brunette was in the middle of biting into her jumbo-sized burrito when Clarke blurted out, “I’m pregnant.”
Lexa stopped and stared at the blonde.
“I don’t know if you remember,” Clarke started, “But we had sex. About a month ago. At Anya and Raven’s housewarming party.”
“I- I’m not asking anything of you. I know you didn’t ask for this. I just thought you should know now that we’re together,” the blonde explained.
Lexa set down her food carefully while Clarke studied her expression anxiously. “That wasn’t why I came back for you…” Clarke added.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lexa grabbed ahold of the blonde’s hands, “Of course I’m doing this with you.”
Clarke let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
“We’ll do this together, alright?” Lexa said.
Clarke chuckled, “You hate kids.”
“No, I don’t!” the brunette rebutted.
“A kid fell in the park yesterday and you laughed,” Clarke deadpanned.
“It was funny,” Lexa retorted. “I probably should stop,” she admitted quietly.
…
“Is it yours?”
Lexa gawked at the dirty blonde over the rim of her cappuccino. “How can you say that?”
“What? She had a boyfriend! Tell me that wasn’t the first thing on your mind when she told you.” Anya deadpanned.
“They hadn’t had sex yet.” Lexa stated matter-of-factly, setting down the cup.
Now it was Anya’s turn to gape. “They were together for 2 months and they didn’t have sex!”
Some patrons turned to look at the source of the fracas. Lexa simply smiled at them and silently berated her cousin for that unnecessary exclamation.
“Is Clarke a witch?” Anya asked, leaning forward, as if awaiting a scandalous confession. “How does she pull off such impossible feats? Either that, or that Bellamy boy’s a sucker.”
“I’m a sucker,” the brunette admitted.
“Now that’s the understatement of the year,” Anya retorted to which Lexa chuckled. “She did crazy things to you. Still does.”
“It sometimes scares me how I’ve so freely forked over the key to my own destruction,” Lexa said quietly. “Like, am I self-destructive or just plain dumb, you know? And I’ll never know for sure if she’ll activate it or not. I just have to trust that she won’t.”
“That’s way too much power to have over another person,” Anya commented.
“Maybe you’re right,” Lexa chuckled wryly. “But we have to, we just have to. Without love, we’re no better than lowly animals; savages. Without it, life is wasted time.”
“That’s how I feel about Raven,” Anya commented. Lexa was stunned. This was the first time Anya opened up about her relationship. “But less sappy.”
Lexa rolled her eyes. “You had to ruin the moment didn’t you?”
Anya chortled, “I’m gonna marry her someday.”
“Me too.”