Burnt Pancakes
Lexa is quickly writing a letter when Clarke enters her room in just a towel. Clarke observes the girl for a second and she looks panicked.
“Lex?” Clarke gently says. Lexa tenses at the sound and turns around. Looking at Clarke only makes her more flustered though. Clarke is wrapped up in a little towel. Her hair is wet and there are tiny wet droplets on her skin. Clarke is naked under that towel. Clarke is wet and naked. Oh my god. Lexa is about to have a full blown heart attack.
“H-hi Clarke.” Lexa blurts out, her eyes shooting back up to Clarke’s face. Clarke blushes and moves closer to her. She smells so so good, like strawberries. Oh my god, is she coming closer to me? Oh my god. Please don’t pop a boner, Lexa. Come on you can do this. Look at her eyes. Or that cute beauty mark right above her lip. Just not her body. She has such a nice body. Focus Lexa! Focus! Lexa is trying to act casual but she’s is miserably failing.
“What are you writing?” Clarke asks curiously as she tries to read the letter but Lexa hurriedly shields it so Clarke can't see.
“Oh uh that. It’s nothing. I was just um uh...well I was um-” Lexa is stammering, and although it’s the cutest thing, Clarke decides to save her from continuing rambling.
“You don’t have to tell me. But..you know I’m here for you right?” Clarke says sincerely and squeezes Lexa’s shoulder before moving to her dresser to pick out clothes.
Lexa instantly feels bad that she was going to try and run off and leave Clarke with just a letter. She should probably tell her. Clarke has been so supportive and amazing. She can’t mess this up by running away.
Clarke grabs clothes and mumbles that she’s changing and not to turn around. Lexa’s cheeks heat up and she shuts her eyes tightly. Right now Clarke is naked. She is completely naked and right behind Lexa. The muscles in Lexa’s neck are straining as she tries to focus on anything but that fact.
“Okay you’re good.” Clarke says and Lexa slowly turns around as if Clarke was lying and she is still in fact naked. Lexa finally takes a breath when she sees Clarke in jeans and a shirt, clothed. Lexa knows Clarke isn’t going to push her to talk about something she’s obviously not comfortable speaking about. The blonde grabs her sketchbook and sits on the bed. Lexa watches her for a minute before she just can’t take it anymore.
“I read my Dad’s letter.” Lexa blurts out. Clarke looks up at her shocked. “He said that my mom’s name is Olivia Moore and she lives in Queens last he checked. And she’s a nurse and she’s married and she has my eyes.” Lexa rambles and Clarke’s face softens.
“Lex, that’s amazing.” Clarke shuts her sketchbook and moves to the edge of the bed so she’s closer to Lexa. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to New York...now.” Lexa quietly says and looks away from Clarke. Clarke has a frown on her face.
“Now? Lex, I know you want to meet your mom but you can’t just get up and leave.” Clarke says softly.
“Why not? It’s a Saturday. There’s that teachers convention Monday and Tuesday so there’s no school till Wednesday. It’s the perfect time to do it. If I waiting any longer I will chicken out.” Lexa deflates at the next part and her voice suddenly grows more quiet. “I’ve been living a lie for so long Clarke. I just want the truth.”
Clarke frowns for a moment. It’s crazy to just run off to the city like that. And Lexa is still learning how to deal with her emotions. If she goes to New York and things don’t turn out good, she might just go off the deep end. But Clarke can also tell that Lexa is going to do this no matter what anyone says. She sees the fire in her eyes.
“Okay let’s go.” Clarke says simply, getting off her bed and walking to her closet. Lexa looks at her dumbfounded.
“What?” Lexa mumbles quietly. “Clarke, you don’t have to come with me. I don’t mind going alone.”
“I know. But I want to come with you. Don’t worry I won’t interrupt your mother daughter bonding time. I’ll just be around if you need me.” Clarke says sweetly and Lexa’s heart swoons. “Plus, I’ve never been to Manhattan before.”
“What about Jake? He’s not going to let you run off with me to New York, will he?” Lexa asks incredulously.
“You’d be surprised what my Dad will let me do. It might take some convincing but he trusts you and he trusts me. And both of us used to live in big cities so we aren’t naive. I think he’ll say yes.” Clarke starts packing her bag. Lexa looks at her in awe. How could she have met someone as amazing as Clarke Griffin.
Clarke packs her bag and Lexa paces the room nervously. She books two train tickets to New York while waiting for Clarke to finish packing. Lexa still has clothes and all she needs in her room at the penthouse.
“You should call Laurel.” Clarke supplies helpfully. Lexa gulps. She knows she has to call Laurel. She can’t have Laurel freaking out about her absence again. Lexa dials the phone and Laurel immediately picks up.
“Lex, hi.” Laurel says with relief evident in her tone.
“Hey Laur. I read my letter.”
“You did? What did it say?” Laure asks surprised.
“Charles talked about my birth mom. Apparently she lives in Queens.” Lexa rubs the back of her neck, worried how Laurel is going to take it that she’s running off.
“And you’re going to see her, aren’t you?” Laurel says knowingly and Lexa’s mouth drops on the floor. Her sister always knows exactly what she’s going to do.
“How did you know that?” Lexa asks shocked.
“I’m your sister. I know you.” Laurel says softly. “I will kick your ass if you think about going alone though. I’m assuming Clarke is going with you.”
“How did you-”
“Lexa.” Laurel chuckles. “You have this habit of running off and not letting anyone know where you’re going. If you were going to New York by yourself, you’d already be there and you wouldn’t have called me. But I know Clarke would kick your ass straight back to Polis if she found out you didn’t call me.”
“Wow.” Lexa never stops being amazed at her sister. It’s like she’s a psychic.
“I can come too if you want. I know you’re going to say that it’s okay, but I can come as moral support as well.” Laurel supplies gently. She doesn’t want to third wheel on the little clexa adventure to New York but at the same time, she still wants to offer her sister support.
“No it’s alright. Thank you so much Laurel.”
“Of course. Now, the penthouse isn’t legally yours yet. But you can still use it. It’s still a Woods property and you’re a Woods.” Laurel says and Lexa nods.
“Yeah I thought that.” Lexa says, looking at her watch. They’ll have to leave soon if they don’t want to miss their train. “I have to go but thank you for understanding.”
“Of course Lexa. I love you. And I am here for you. Call me when you get there.”
“Love you too.”
Clarke and Lexa sit on the couch and wait for Jake to get back. Jake walks in, sweaty and tired from his long run. He looks at the two girls sitting calmly in his living room with Clarke’s suitcase packed. He can tell something is up.
“Girls? What are y’all scheming?” He asks, half joking half serious.
“Daddy, you look so handsome.” Clarke says overly sweet and Jake laughs.
“Clarke, I look like a sweaty mess. You know that won’t work on me. Now tell me whatsup and we will see if I can say yes.” Jake says and the girls look each other in the eyes nervously.
“Mr. Griffin, I -” Lexa starts but Clarke cuts her off.
“No, Lex. I got this.” Clarke gently smiles at Lexa and looks at her Dad. “Daddy, Lexa just found out that her evil mother isn’t actually her biological mom. Her Dad had an affair with a woman who lives in New York. Lexa wants to go meet her and I want to go with her.” Clarke says calmly.
“Oh honey, I would love to take you two to New York but I have a huge presentation in work on Monday and I just can’t miss it.” Jake says regretfully.
“I know you do. That’s why I’m asking you if Lexa and I can just go.” Clarke says. Jake looks like he’s about to reject the idea so Clarke starts talking again, trying to persuade her father.
“Hear me about before you say no. We will take the train and go straight to Lexa’s penthouse. Lexa used to live in Manhattan so she knows her way around. We won’t walk around the streets at night. We are just going to meet Lexa’s mom and then we will come back. No partying, no drinking, nothing. I promise. Daddy, please. This isn’t a vacation. This is really important.” Clarke begs and Jake softens.
“Do you really have to go this weekend though?” Jake asks unsurely.
“Mr Griffin, I understand if you don’t want Clarke to go but I will be going today. I need closure sir.” Lexa tries to sound formal but Jake can see how upset the girl is. He can see it in her vulnerable eyes. Lexa tries to act so strong but she's still just a little girl.
“And does your other mother care if you go?” Jake asks. Lexa is only 17. He can’t just let her run off if her guardian doesn’t know.
“Beatrice doesn’t mind.” Lexa says and it’s the truth. Beatrice always told them to do as they please. She never cared.
Jake sighs and thinks about it for a minute. He’s glad Clarke came to him about this. She could have easily lied and said she was spending a few days at Octavia’s like any other teenager might. But knowing Clarke, they already bought the tickets. His little girl is nothing if not persistent and oh so stubborn.
“Alright. But I expect two phone calls a day. One in the morning and one at night. Be smart. And I want the address of the penthouse and the train information. I also want all of the information of your biological Mom, in case I can’t reach either of you. And Clarke, keep your iPhone tracking on. I’ll only use it if I need to, okay?” Jake says and immediately both girls faces light up. He knows some parents wouldn’t approve of this, but Jake isn’t any other parent. He trusts Clarke. Clarke comes to him with everything. He treats her like an adult and in turn expects her to act like one.
Clarke runs up to him and hugs and kisses him. Lexa looks shocked that he actually said yes. She tries to shake his hand but Jake hugs her. Lexa tenses at first and Jake thinks he made a mistake but then Lexa relaxes a little and hugs him back. Jake drives them to the station and waits with them until they get on their train.
“Now two phone calls a day! I mean it, Clarke.” Jake hollers out to them.
“I promise. I love you!” Clarke smiles as she catches up with Lexa. They are on their way to New York, a place where everything will change for them.
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The pair finally get to New York and are exhausted. The train ride was long and it’s evening already. They decide to grab dinner and wait until tomorrow to go see Olivia. They just got off a few minutes ago at Penn Station and hop on a subway to the Upper East Side, where Lexa’s penthouse is. They go up the elevator and as soon as the doors open, Clarke gasps. The penthouse is absolutely stunning. Clarke runs around looking at all the rooms like a little kid in a candy shop. Lexa chuckles at how cute Clarke is being. It seems as if everything Clarke Griffin does makes her fall more and more in love with her. Clarke drops her stuff off in a guest room and they go out to explore the city.
“What do you want to eat?” Lexa asks as the walk through the busy streets of Manhattan.
“Anything is good with me.” Clarke says and Lexa nods. Clarke narrows her eyes at the brunette and smiles. Lexa is so darn cute. She’s not really sure where they stand, but that kiss was absolutely explosive. Clarke decides to be brave again and slips her hand in Lexa’s. Lexa’s eyes widen and her body tenses for a second. She tries to force her heart to stop beating so fast as a smile creeps on her face. Clarke is holding her hand! Both girls walk along the busy streets with their hearts beating rapidly, ever so in love.
Lexa takes Clarke to a nice steakhouse. Clarke looks at the prices and almost falls over.
“Lexa, the food is so expensive. I - I don’t think I can afford this.” Clarke says, really embarrassed.
“Clarke, you’re not paying. I’m taking you out, it’s my treat.” Lexa smiles and Clarke looks shocked. Clarke starts to freak out. Is this Lexa’s way of telling me this is a date? Holy shit, are we on a date?! No, this can’t be a date. Oh my god, am I on a date with Lexa fucking Woods and I didn’t even realize it??
“Clarke? Claaaarke?” Lexa cuts Clarke out of her thoughts.
“Hmm. Sorry what?” Clarke smiles and Lexa’s confusion ceases as soon as Clarke's mouth curves upward.
“I was just asking if you knew what you wanted.” Lexa says while smirking.
“Oh um..yeah I think I’m going to have the porterhouse. It looks so good. I love steak.” Clarke rambles and Lexa chuckles.
“I know. You mentioned once that L.A. had the best steak you ever tasted. You said that the one thing you miss about L.A. is the steak. So that’s why I picked here. I think this place has L.A. beat.” Lexa smiles and Clarke is in awe. Clarke doesn’t even remember saying that. Lexa actually remembers the things she says, even the little stuff. Clarke swoons.
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Dinner is lovely. They share a dessert and when Clarke steps away to use the restroom, the waiter compliments Lexa on how cute of a couple they are. Lexa’s face grows red as she mumbles out a thank you. Do her and Clarke really look like a couple? In her dreams maybe. Clarke comes back to the table and they walk back to Lexa’s penthouse, holding hands. Maybe they are closer to being a couple then Lexa thinks.
The rest of the evening they lazily sit in front of the TV, watching romcoms. Lexa picks out the movie this time but she picks something she knew Clarke would like. She just wants to see Clarke's gorgeous smile. Clarke’s smile is better than any movie. Clarke snuggles into her and Lexa revels in the embrace. She’s very nervous about meeting her mother. Actually, she’s freaking out. But Clarke is here and she loves Clarke. Clarke is so warm and beautiful. Being in Clarke’s presence puts her at ease. They fall asleep deep in eachother’s arms on the couch, both girls finding a sort of peace in one another that they have never felt before.
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They wake up the next morning and shower (separately) and get dressed. Lexa runs out to the store while Clarke is in the shower and grabs some ingredients to make pancakes. Clarke wanders out into the kitchen with damp hair clad in baggy pajama shorts and a sweatshirt. Lexa groans because she swears Clarke isn’t wearing a bra but she can’t be sure since she’s wearing a sweatshirt. Mind out of the gutter, Lexa. Mind out of the gutter.
“Is the great Lexa Woods cooking me breakfast?” Clarke mocks surprise, but truthfully she is shocked. She melts at the gesture.
“No. Just cooking some food for myself. There might be some scraps for you when I’m finished though.” Lexa teases back sarcastically. Lexa might be nervous around Clarke, but she hasn’t lost her sarcasm. The two girls are constantly engaging in playful banter. Clarke lightly slaps Lexa’s arm and moves to help her.
“Making pancakes is an art. Are you sure you’re up to the task Griffin?” Lexa teases and Clarke playfully scoffs.
“Well I don’t know if you’ve heard but I am a bit of an artist.” Clarke says with a glint in her eye and Lexa smiles.
“Pancakes are a very tricky medium Clarke.” Lexa says playfully.
“I think I’m up for the challenge Woods.”
“If you say so.”
It turns out Clarke was in fact not up for the challenge. 20 minutes later, there is a tray of burnt pancakes. The girls are covered in flour thanks to the little food fight Clarke started. And Lexa and Clarke are laughing on the floor, pancakes long forgotten.
“I guess I should stick to sketching.” Clarke chuckles, laying half on top of Lexa.
“I think I agree with you on that.” Lexa jokes and Clarke playfully pushes her. As their laughter subsides, the two girls realize how close in proximity they are. Clarke glances at Lexa’s lips and that’s all the invitation Lexa needs to initiate a soft kiss.
Clarke kisses back enthusiastically. The angle is a tad awkward though so Clarke decides to fully climb on top of the brunette. Lexa is pleasantly surprised by Clarke’s boldness. Clarke smiles down at Lexa as she leans in for another kiss. Lexa doesn’t exactly know what her and Clarke are and it’s quite confusing. She doesn’t want to be just a hookup to Clarke. They kissed once (besides the dare, which Lexa doesn’t count). Lexa thought it might have just been heat of the moment, but god was she wrong. Lexa decides she will tell Clarke that she’s serious as soon as the opportunity presents itself.
When Lexa feels Clarke’s tongue in her mouth, she moans embarrassingly loud. She’s never been this turned on in her life. Clarke smiles into the kiss and Lexa grows red. She’s acting like this is her first time making out with someone! No, she needs to show Clarke how good of a lover she can be. Not that they are going to have sex. They’re just making out. Oh god, now Lexa can’t stop envisioning sex with Clarke. Stop that. Don’t think about a naked Clarke writhing underneath you. Don’t think about her moaning out your name when she comes for the first time. Bad Lexa! Lexa closes her eyes and gets lost in the kiss and her thoughts. She pulls Clarke in closer and puts her hands in Clarke’s hair.
When they first start kissing, Lexa seems awkward to Clarke. It’s like she wants to be sure she doesn’t overstep any boundaries. Clarke is confused because she thought Lexa is the type to be aggressive. But then she remembered that Lexa knows she’s a virgin. It’s sweet and so endearing that she is being hesitant. But this is nothing new to Clarke. Clarke reasons she will have to the one to make the next move so she starts grinding on the girl.
Lexa feels Clarke move shamelessly against her and oh god Lexa feels like she’s died and gone to heaven. Clarke is so fucking good at this. She’s so good. Lexa can’t even think straight. Whenever she’s had sex in the past, she was never fully into it. Sure, it was good. But it was never some earth shattering experience where she truly felt herself get lost in it. She never fully gave herself to another. But with Clarke, she feels every touch. She hears every sound. It’s driving her absolutely wild. She's ready to hand over her mind, body, and soul to the blonde kissing her.
Lexa feels her penis hardening. Clarke is making her feel amazing. She wants to undress Clarke. She wants to taste her and feel how wet she is. She wants to make love to her. And surprisingly, the thought doesn’t scare her. Making love. Not meaningless sex. No. Lexa finally understands the difference.
Clarke kisses the girl underneath her passionately, pouring all her love into each kiss. She is incredibly turned on. Her body is acting on it’s own accord. She’s made out like this before and the makeouts have been nice. But it was never like this. Clarke feels hot all over. Her body is calling out for something she’s never felt it call out for in her life. She is desperately aroused and that’s when she feels Lexa’s erection begging to break free of her sweats. It’s no secret that Lexa has a penis. It’s a known fact around Polis. Lexa has never brought it up to Clarke though. Knowing about it and feeling it pressed up against you are two entirely different things. Clarke rubs against it and it's making her feel like she's on fire. Her clit is aching and feels like it's being overloaded with so many sensations. She just wants to rip Lexa's clothes off and feel Lexa inside her. Clarke has never felt like this before but the feelings are definitely not unwelcomed.
Lexa seems to be getting more comfortable in their position. Her hands shakily make their way down to Clarke’s sleep shorts. She puts her hands on Clarke’s generous ass and groans when she feels bare skin. Clarke’s shorts are so short and so baggy that Lexa easily moves them upward and palms at her ass, feeling the thin lace underwear she's wearing. Lexa groans into Clarke’s mouth as she squeezes the blonde’s ass. Clarke breaks the kiss and throws her head back in pleasure, her grinding motions increasing tenfold.
“Lex.” Clarke pants out. Lexa in entranced by the ethereal figure on top of her, giving her so much pleasure. Lexa takes the opportunity to kiss down Clarke’s long unblemished neck. Lexa’s tongue pokes out, licking the warm skin it finds. Her teeth nip and graze. Her mouth forms a tight suction grip, leaving love marks scattered all over. Lexa’s hands leave Clarke’s ass and makes its way under Clarke’s shirt. She slowly travels to Clarke’s breasts and all but growls when she realizes that she was in fact right before. Clarke is indeed not wearing a bra. Lexa massages Clarke’s breasts, pinching and rubbing her nipples. The sensation causes Clarke to go wild, her body moving faster and rougher.
Lexa swears she’s so fucking close to coming in her pants. She can feel herself on the edge. Lexa's moans and whimpers are getting louder and louder. Lexa is jolted into action at the realization that she very well might come. Lexa never comes early. This is all new territory to her. Clarke is making her go crazy in the best possible ways. Lexa rolls them over with her now on top so she can control the movements and calm her body down a bit. Clarke giggles and Lexa smiles down at the girl. There’s a pause in their kissing. Both try and catch their breaths, smiling at one another. Lexa tenderly wipes away some flour on Clarke’s cheeks and Clarke wipes away some on Lexa’s forehead. Lexa sighs out and nuzzles into Clarke’s neck.
“Maybe we should stop before things go too far.” Lexa says, her voice muffled as she burrows deeper in Clarke’s embrace. She never thought she’d say such a thing. Waiting? The concept is so unfamiliar to her. But she’d wait forever for Clarke.
“If that’s what you want.” Clarke says with her eyes closed and a dopey smile on her face. Clarke is fully ready to lose her virginity on the kitchen floor to Lexa Woods. It seems fast and random and maybe it is. But Clarke doesn’t care. It feels so right. And that’s all she’s ever wanted. She wanted to feel safe and for it to feel good. She feels all of those things but she also feels loved. Clarke loves Lexa. Clarke is in love with Lexa.
“Is that not what you want?” Lexa asks, clearly taken a back. “I mean like aren’t you um...a virgin?” Lexa lifts her head and stares at Clarke’s blue pools to observe the blonde’s emotions.
“Yes I am.” Clarke chuckles. “It’s not a bad word Lexa.” Clarke smiles and bites her lip and Lexa’s cheeks redden in embarrassment.
“No that’s not what I meant. I just thought you are waiting for something..like for it to be special.” Lexa awkwardly rambles. Clarke finds it cute whenever Lexa rambles.
“Well I’m not waiting for candles, roses, and satin sheets. It’s just never felt right before.” Clarke says casually.
“A-and you’re saying it um.. you're saying that it feels right now?” Lexa asks eyes wide. Clarke Griffin is ready to lose her virginity to her?! Oh my god. Clarke wants to give herself to Lexa and Lexa is considerably freaking out. It’s not that Lexa doesn’t want to. She definitely wants to but she’s nervous. Like really nervous. She’s going to Clarke’s first. She has to do this right. Not on some kitchen floor because she’s too turned on to keep it in her pants. No. Maybe Clarke isn’t expecting candles and roses but she sure as hell deserves it. Clarke deserves to feel showered with love.
“It feels right with you.” Clarke mumbles quietly. “But that doesn’t mean..I mean I know you don’t do relationships or feelings so I -”
“That was before you. It’s different with you Clarke.” Lexa cuts her off with a soft kiss and sincere words.
“It is?” Clarke asks in awe and Lexa nods softly. Lexa leans in and passionately kisses the blonde. Their kisses quickly growing hungry. She meant for it to be a peck but Clarke’s lips are like magnets and she just can’t get enough. Clarke’s phone starts ringing on the counter and they both groan.
“It’s definitely my dad. We haven’t spoken yet this morning.” Clarke whispers against Lexa’s lips before she reluctantly moves to get up.
“Hey Dad.” Clarke says, trying to keep her voice cool and casual like she wasn’t just heatedly making out with Lexa. “Yeah everything’s good. The city is amazing.”
Lexa picks herself up off the floor as Clarke talks her Dad for a good long while. Clarke keeps looking at her apologetically but Lexa smiles and waves her off. Lexa has a raging erection though and it’s very hard to ignore. It actually hurts really bad.
“I’m going to go take another shower. I’m covered in flour.” Lexa whispers as Clarke pulls the phone away from her ear to hear what she’s saying. Clarke nods regretfully and Lexa walks off. She was this close to blurting out that she’s in love with Clarke. Lexa gets in the bathroom and rids herself of her clothing. The hot water feels nice but her erection is still present and bothering her.
Lexa doesn’t want to touch herself with Clarke in the next room but she desperately needs relief. Lexa starts slow, rubbing her member to thoughts of the warm flesh she was kissing and touching just minutes before. She thinks about how she felt Clarke’s nipples harden in her palm. She wonders what they must look like. Lexa throws her head back, leaning on the tiles of the shower wall. Her efforts starting getting more sloppy and faster as she bites her lip to suppress the moan trying to break away. She thinks of Clarke on top of her, only this time she’s naked with her breasts bouncing up and down as she rides Lexa. Lexa comes moments later, her eyes tightly shut and her mouth in a wide ‘o’ formation.
Lexa gets dressed and goes into the living room. She hears the shower in the guest room and assumes that Clarke is also washing off the flour from her body. Ten minutes later, Clarke comes out all showered and dressed in different clothes. Their smiles are soft and shy. It’s as if they weren’t just contemplating having sex on the kitchen floor a half hour ago.
“I’ll clean up the mess I made.” Clarke chuckles and Lexa follows.
“Let me help. I distinctly remember I threw flour right back at you.” Lexa teases. They’re back to their normal flow of playful banter and it’s perfect. After they clean up, comfortable silence fills the air.
“I meant what I said before.” Lexa suddenly blurts out and Clarke is a little startled. Eventually she catches up to what Lexa is talking about.
“I know you did.” Clarke smiles and puts her hand on top of Lexa’s. “I have feelings for you Lexa. A lot of feelings.”
Lexa smiles wide and bright. Her eyes have never been brighter. She feels like she’s about to burst into tears at Clarke’s confession. It’s one thing to kiss and makeout but that could have all been purely physical to Clarke. Now that she knows it’s not just physical, that Clarke can feel this insanely strong and beautiful connection too, Lexa feels invincible. Lexa’s heart is soaring.
“I do too. So much Clarke. You have no idea.” Lexa proclaims passionately. She moves over to the kitchen stool Clarke is sitting on and kisses her excitedly. Both girls are smiling so hard that kissing is proving rather difficult. It’s still so perfect though. Once Lexa pulls back from the kiss, they both touch their lips and smile.
“We can talk about what this means later though. Right now, we go find your mom. Okay?” Clarke breathes out, her head resting against Lexa’s. Lexa smiles and nods, a whole other set of nerves kicking in. She’s going to finally meet her mother. A mother that could love her. Oh god, this is so scary but so amazing. Everything is going her way. Or so it seems. But as Lexa will learn soon enough, life is never easy. And nothing is as it seems.