It's Halloween Bitches!
“Would you just hold still? You’re going to make me smudge it.”
Five months had passed since Lexa and Clarke’s engagement and both women couldn’t be happier with their lives. Nights were no longer disturbed by nightmares or empty bed sheets. Every night was spent wrapped up in each others arms, shoulders used as pillows as they cuddled closely together. They had finally exchanged apartment keys after Anya had promptly marched over to Lexa’s desk one day and demanded that she, and quote, ‘give her fiancé her own damn key already’.
The months that had passed were spent in many ways. Working, date nights, wedding planning days, and Clarke’s favorite, house hunting. Both had readily agreed that once they were married they wanted to move into the perfect little house together and Clarke had all but taken charge on that subject. Lexa wasn’t sure if she could handle another open house after leaving the tenth one…or was it elven?
Now, Lexa sat on the closed toilet,on Halloween night, as Clarke intricately smudge black coal around her emerald eyes. Clarke hadn’t been kidding when she said she was going to make her dress up as ‘Commander Lexa’ from the drawing that she was so in love with. And boy did she go all out. Lexa was currently dressed in black pants and a long, torn up leather jacket with a large leather belt with three buckles that covered her entire midsection. Her feet were stuffed into a pair of black boots and her hands were covered in fingerless gloves. Her brunette hair was pulled back into many intricate braids, and, with the way she kept catching glimpses of herself in the bathroom mirror, Clarke’s drawing was being to become a reality.
The only thing that seemed to be taking forever was the coal. Every time Clarke rubbed that damn lump across her temples a tickling sensation sparked in Lexa, not that she would admit that. Another brush of the coal and Lexa couldn’t help the small shiver that ran down her neck causing her to move ever so slightly.
Clarke blew a stray strand of hair from her face as she dropped her hands to her sides,“Lex, if you don’t quit moving I’ll never get this done. Does it tickle or something?”
“No,” Lexa mumbled as a blush formed over her cheeks.
“Says the blushing commander,” Clarke laughed as she raised the coal back to Lexa’s face to continue the dark mask around her fiancé’s eyes,“You don’t have to be shy about it. You’re human and humans can be quite ticklish.”
Lexa rolled her eyes playfully as Clarke quickly finished up any minor details before backing away from her and giving her a once over before smiling proudly.
“There. All done. It wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
Lexa hopped from her position on the toilet to get a closer look into the mirror,“Wow, this looks exactly like the drawing. Too bad that shit is itchy as hell when you’re putting it on.”
“Well that’s over now. You’re all done so now I’m going to get ready. Get out.”
She took one last glance in the mirror before Clarke began forcefully pushing her out the bathroom. Once she was out she whirled around just in time to see Clarke give her a seductive smirk before she slammed the door shut. Lexa let out an annoyed sigh as she walked to the kitchen to grab some water. Clarke had refused to tell her what her costume was. No hints. Nothing. She had left Lexa completely in the dark and she was dying to know what it was.
After Clarke had walked in on her trying to open the box that held her costume she had promptly taken it to Raven’s and gave it to the fiery Latin to hide. Lexa was to the point where she tried to bribe Raven into showing her, but that was a no go. And to make matters work Clarke began to tease her about it. Whispering in her ear right before they went to sleep or before they left for work about how much she was going to love it.
Another sigh left Lexa’s lips before she took a swig of water from the cold bottle and made a beeline for the couch to put in a little reading before they left. Octavia had found out that Grounders was doing a completely halloween themed night where everyone dressed up in their best halloween costumes. There was even a costume contest. The woman had begged her friends to go, Lexa being the one to want to stay home and cuddle up with a book and her fiancé, but was persuaded to go by a puppy-eyed Clarke.
Lexa smiled as she remembered that day. Clarke had automatically pulled her towards the nearest halloween store to get everything they would need to turn her into ‘Commander Lexa’. They had probably spent a good two hours in the store before Clarke had everything thing she thought she would need, and maybe more. When Lexa had asked her about her own costume, she had given her the short and sweet version telling her ‘you’ll see later’ before promptly walking off towards the check out counter.
Right as Lexa was turning to the last page of her book the sound of her bedroom door opening caught her attention. She whipped her head around and was able to see Clarke poke her head around the corner, still hiding her outfit with from her view. Twin shimmering stripes went from her temples to under her eyes with just the slightest hint of red on the very top. Her eyes were shrouded in black eyeliner making her ocean blue eyes pop more than usual. Her hair was done in a similar fashion to Lexa’s with a few minor differences.
“That didn’t take you long at all. Come on, let’s see it. You’ve kept me waiting long enough,” Lexa said as she stood from her spot on the couch.
“I’ve been perfecting this costume for about a month. Of course it wouldn’t take me long to do. And as for the waiting, I think I’ll wait just a little longer…I like watching you squirm in anticipation. It’s cute.”
Lexa gave her a deadpanned look before walking towards her and trying to peak around the wall at her outfit only to have Clarke push against her chest with one hand.
“Okay, okay. Back up and I’ll come out. I want to see your face when I do.”
Lexa hurriedly backed away a few steps allowing a little space between them so Clarke could walk out from the hallway. The breath in her lungs came to a standstill as the flowing gown that was Clarke’s costume came into full view. She was donned in a baby blue dress that stopped at the knees in the front and continued to flow down to the ground in the back. A gold and maroon corset pushed her glorious breasts up and gave Lexa the most tantalizing view of cleavage that had her jaw dropping. Her feet were covered with a pair of black boots, tying the outfit together completely.
“By the way your jaw is hanging open I would assume my choice in costume was a success,” Clarke said smugly as she walked over to Lexa.
Fluttering her eyes, Lexa quickly pulled her emerald orbs away from Clarke’s chest to gaze into her eyes,“Definitely the right choice, but, not that I don’t think it’s really hot, what are you?”
“Raven suggested that if you were going to be a Commander that you would need a, in her words, hot kickass sidekick by your side. She found a legend about this commander of death called Wanheda and all but forced the idea on me. It seemed to fit in the whole theme so I went with it. Do you like it?”
“Maybe not the whole commander of death thing…but I can roll with the outfit. And I definitely wouldn't call you my sidekick,” Lexa said teasingly as she pulled Clarke’s hips to hers.
Clarke giggled and snaked her arms around Lexa’s neck, careful not to snag any of her braids in the process. As Clarke pulled her forward glossed lips found her own. They both became lost in the kiss and if anyone had walked through their door in that moment, they would have looked like an unworldly couple madly in love. Lexa backed away from Clarke with one last kiss before grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the door, grabbing their keys and wallets from the coffee table on the way.
“Octavia said she wanted to meet at the club by nine so we could get some food and dance a little before they announce the winners for the costume contest,” Lexa said as she pulled Clarke out into the hallway.
“Of course. The only thing Octavia can ever think of is food. Oh, and we’re so going to win that costume contest.”
Lexa laughed lightly before placing a hand to the small of Clarke’s back and beginning to lead her towards the stairs,“With how much work you put into these costumes? Definitely.”
Clarke’s giggle could be heard throughout the hallway and stairwell as they disappeared down the stairs towards the parking lot.
Lexa held Clarke’s hand above the mass of bodies as they made their way across Grounders and over to the large booth that was currently occupied by their small group of friends. Eyes darted in their direction as they pushed through the crowd and Lexa knew everyone was automatically starting at their costumes. Lexa could hear a few soft ‘wows’ coming from a few people that she pushed past and she could begin to feel the slight warmth of a blush splay over her cheeks.
A sigh of relief floated out of Lexa’s mouth as she finally broke through the mass of people, luckily still holding Clarke’s hand, and began closing the small distance between them and the booth. Octavia’s head turned towards them as she caught a glimpse of the familiar blonde hair of her best friend and when her eyes found them her jaw dropped open in awe.
“Well, damn. If I would have known you guys were going all out I wouldn’t have settled for such a simple costume!”
Lexa’s eyes roamed over everyone had suppressed a smirk as she took in each of their costumes. Octavia was dressed in a gold flapper girl dress with a black feather boa draped across her shoulders. Lincoln portrayed what Lexa assumed to be a gangster in a black suit holding a plastic gun in his left hand. Raven and Anya both wore yellow shirts with denim shortalls and yellow tights underneath. Both women also wore pairs of minion goggles atop their heads. When Lexa’s eyes roamed over Bellamy’s costume she couldn’t contain the snort that flew from her mouth.
“Bellamy, why are you dressed like Waldo?”
Everyone’s eyes turned to Bellamy as he pushed the fake glasses further up the bridge of his nose,“I was going to come as a pirate but I lost a bet to Lincoln. He chose my costume and now I regret ever making that bet.”
Lexa heard Clarke chuckle beside her and joined in as Bellamy glared over the table at a smug looking Lincoln.
“Don’t you know not to make bets with him anymore, Bell? Remember what happened when you both took that trip to North Dakota and he bet that you wouldn’t jump in the pool at your hotel? You called me asking what the symptoms were for hypothermia and I called you an idiot after you explained what happened and hung up.”
Bellamy pursed his lips as everyone around them burst into fits of laughter,“Yeah. I think my toes almost froze off that night.”
“Maybe next time you won’t be as stupid,” Octavia said as she slapped Bellamy on the back of his head.
Lexa shook her head as the siblings began to bicker back and forth and joined in on the conversation between Anya, Raven, and Lincoln. They talked for a few moments before she felt Clarke lean closely into her and speak into her ear over the loud music.
“I’m gonna go grab us some drinks from the bar. I’ll be right back.”
Lexa nodded in acceptance before planting a soft kiss to her cheek, careful not to get too close to the blue lines under her eyes in fear of smudging them. Clarke gave her a bright smile before breaking away from her fiancé and moving through the crowd towards the bar. Lexa turned back to the now fully conversing group and tried to immerse herself in the conversation, but with each passing second she found herself glancing over towards the bar to make sure she could spot the bright blonde hair that belonged to Clarke. By the tenth time in under two minutes that she had glanced over to the bar she felt Anya’s hand cover her own that rested on top of the table.
“Hey, you don’t have to worry about her going off alone anymore. Fin is gone and we haven’t heard or seen a single thing from Niylah since that night at the restaurant,” Anya said with a reassuring smile.
Lexa sighed deeply. Her sister was right. Fin was long dead and there was hide nor hair of Niylah. Lexa had made it one of her top priorities when she fully returned to work to investigate any and all leads they had on Niylah. And so far, they had come out empty handed. It was almost as if the woman had disappeared into thin air, and Lexa wasn’t too happy about that. As per suggested by Indra Clarke was assigned an officer that kept a close eye on her when Lexa wasn’t around, but after two months with no sight of Niylah Clarke, much to Lexa’s dismay, decided she no longer felt she needed the extra protection.
Now, every time Clarke left her side in public Lexa’s eyes stayed glued to her.
“I know. Just, with everything that happened I just can’t help it. I don’t want to lose her again, An.”
“You won’t. Clarke didn’t survive that gunshot wound just for her to get taken away by some scrappy blonde with some weird obsession. She’s a lot tougher than she looks and she’s not going to leave you without a fight.”
The corner of Lexa’s mouth tipped up in a soft smile as her eyes flickered back to Clarke’s form once more. Anya’s words were true. Multiple times when Lexa had spoken true her fears of Niylah possibly taking Clarke away from her the blonde had insisted time and time again that she wasn’t going anywhere. Not without a fight.
As Clarke grabbed two drinks from the bartender and started making her way back towards the table Lexa’s eyes left her form once more to give her sister a thankful smile,“Thanks, Anya. I know we normally don’t do the whole kind sister thing but it means a lot to me that you’re here for me when I need you.”
“No problem. Just don’t get used to this because after tonight I’ll be back to being your sister who just annoys the shit out of you.”
Before Lexa could retort with a smartass remark Clarke appeared next to her and handed her the alcohol filled drink. Lexa accepted it with a grateful smile before taking a sip as Clarke found a spot on Lexa’s lap. Wrapping an arm around her waist to make sure she was secure she gave a firm squeeze to Clarke’s hip who gave her a sultry smile.
“Okay! It’s time to get drunk and have ourselves a good night because it’s Halloween bitches!” Raven shouted as she raised her glass high in the air.
Everyone shouted in agreement before clanking their glasses together and taking big gulps of their drinks. The entire table tuned out the loud music as they began chatting away for about thirty minutes before making their way to the dance floor. The pounding bass under Lexa’s feet began to match the rhythm of her beating heart as she pulled Clarke closer to her as the teasing blonde continued to grind her ass into Lexa’s hips.
And the only thought that Lexa had in that moment, as Clarke glanced over her shoulder to give her a seductive smirk, was that she was pretty damn happy she agreed to going out tonight.
After what felt like a few hours of dancing the music suddenly died down and the pulsing lights came to a halt before a few bright lights lit up the dance floor and the surrounding area.
“How’s everybody doing tonight?” An older gentleman spoke into the microphone at the DJ’s station.
The crowded club erupted with happy and drunken cheers in response to his question.
“As you all know we have a costume contest going on tonight. Since the moment we’ve opened the doors we’ve been accepting votes on the best costumes that have stepped foot in this club, and now we finally have the votes tallied up. Two winners have been chosen and the prize for best costume is a full night of free drinks here at Grounders! So, since I know you’re all dying to go back to having your fun, we’re going to go ahead and announce the winners!”
The crowd waited patiently as the man was handed a folded sheet of paper from one of the many waitresses walking around during the night. Opening the paper Lexa cold see the smile that formed over the man’s face before he brought the microphone back up to his mouth to readdress the crowd.
“And our winners for tonights best costume contest is…Commander Lexa and Wanheda!”
Everyone around them exploded in excitement as Lexa’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before looking over to Clarke with slight confusion.
“I may have talked us up to a few people at the bar while I waited for our drinks. I guess they spread the word and what’s done is done.”
Before she could respond two spotlights landed on both of them as everyone formed a tight circle around the winning couple. Lexa smiled sheepishly as Clarke began to lead them up to the DJ station where the man currently held two small envelopes. As they walked through the crowd she could hear many gasps of awe and felt a few slaps on her back in congratulations. Once they reached the man he handed both of the women the envelopes with a warm smile.
“Congratulations on your win ladies. These are good to use on any night of your choosing. I’ve heard from Gustus that you and your group frequent this place quite often so don’t be a stranger. If you guys ever need anything just let me know.”
“Thank you. We really appreciate that. We’ll definitely be coming back soon, maybe too soon,” Clarke joked.
The man gave them a pleased smile before excusing himself and making his way away from the DJ’s station and towards the bar. Clarke grabbed ahold of Lexa’s envelope before placing both of them in her clutch purse and grasping her hand to lead them back to the center of the dance floor near their friends. After a round of congratulations were shared everyone began dancing once again to the music that pounded out of the speakers around them. Lexa became lost in the trance that was Clarke’s body as the blonde faced her and pulled her close in order to ghost her lips across hers.
“I told you we wold win,” Clarke said with a smug smirk.
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
And that was the only thing Lexa needed to say as Clarke’s lips crashed onto hers and everything around them began to fade away. In that little moment, it was just them. Happy. Alive. Together.