Honeymoon Pt 1
Clarke watched warily as Lexa's college soccer team practically played hot potato with Leif, passing him off to the next teammate every few minutes. Her little man didn't seem to mind; he was enjoying all of the attention especially since it was keeping him awake. It was narrowing down to his and Arryn's naptime and Clarke really did not want to mess up their sleep schedule. Arryn was falling asleep in the comfortable embrace of Gustus. Lexa seemed to read her mind, leaving her side to pluck him from their grasps.
"Sorry guys. It's his bedtime" Lexa informed them, receiving a chorus of disappointment. "What the wife says goes" Lexa shrugged, picking up the little guy.
"We can go when they fall asleep" Clarke whispered, taking him from the brunette. As if he knew that his mommy was gonna make him go to sleep, Leif started to cry. "No. We're not going to cry. You going to sleep" She told him, kissing his cheek. Leif buried his face in her chest, letting out soft whines. Lexa sat down and pulled her wife onto her lap, rocking them back and forth. Lexa stared up at the blonde with a grin on her face." What?" Lexa shook her head.
"I love the fact I can call you my wife" Lexa leaned up and kissed her lips. Leif turned his head enough to look Lexa in the face, pout in full view. "Sorry, buddy. The faster you go to sleep the longer I get to stay up"
* *
Lexa could feel Clarke's nails, digging through her shirt, urging her to hurry as she nipped at her collarbone. Her shorts were getting tighter, reveling in the short puffs of breaths Clarke was letting out right on her ear. Lexa had thrown off her wife's dress ages ago. The blonde was writhing beneath her as Lexa marked the skin up and down her neck. Lexa moaned when Clarke grabbed her through her pants and compression shorts. "Lex" Clarke rasped, pushing Lexa back gently.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Lexa questioned at the sight of the grimace on Clarke's face.
"No. I just don't want you to take this the wrong way" Lexa frowned. "I'm so exhausted. We've been sitting in a crap car for almost two days and we have two infants to take care of. This is the only time we'll have for a while to just sleep and I kind of want to take advantage of it" Clarke waited, expecting to see a disappointed look on Lexa's face but was met with a groan of relief as Lexa rolled onto her back.
"No offence but I think I would've fallen asleep during anyway" Clarke laughed, picking up the discarded covers off the floor. "As soon as we get back home tomorrow, I'll make it up to you. After you get your wedding present, you won't be able to keep your hands off me"
"I'm sure" Clarke yawned crawling into Lexa's arms.
* *
"Okay, where are you taking me?" Clarke asked her wife. Her stomach was doing backflips at the fact she can call Lexa her wife.
"You know I like to keep it a surprise" Lexa replied, kissing the crown of her head.
"Are we almost there?"
"Patience" Clarke leaned against the brunette as she led her to her 'surprise'. "We're almost there"
"Is the blindfold necessary?
"Absolutely not" Lexa grinned, hearing Clarke's scoff. "Alright" Clarke felt Lexa's body behind hers and her wife removed the blindfold but kept her hands over her eyes. "I put a lot of thought into your present so I hope you like it and if you don't, lie and say you do"
"Okay, I'm ready" Lexa removed her hands, letting her wife take in the site before her. "Is this?"
"It's whatever you want it to be but I bought it in mind for a gallery and it's ten minutes away from the new house, which we can move into officially on Saturday " Lexa cut her off, excited to see her reaction. "Do you like it?"
"I love it" Lexa beamed, taking the keys out of her pocket and sitting them in Clarke's hand.
"Go inside"
* *
" I feel bad. I didn't get you anything" Clarke whispered, looking over the vast space of her new gallery. Lexa wrapped her arms around the blonde before responding.
"You gave me everything but there is something I would like for now"
"What?" Lexa moved to the stack of covered paints and canvases and removed the sheet.
"For us to make your first masterpiece together"
"What did you have in mind?".
* *
" I'm already dreading the showers we'll have to take" Clarke laughed, splashing more paint on Lexa.
"This was your idea, Lex"
"Yeah but I wanted you to be naked so I could draw you not the other way around"
"You can't draw"
"Draw, drool over you. It's semantics" Lexa shrugged.
"Well, I think the idea I have for the painting might make up for it" Clarke pulled Lexa towards the canvas on the floor, gesturing for her to sit down. Lexa sat, watching Clarke move the paint closer to her. The blonde shrugged off her jacket before pouring different colors on each corner of the canvas.
"I don't know what you're doing but if your clothes keep coming off I don't think I care" Clarke kicked off her shoes and socks before straddling her wife's legs. Lexa smiled softly, leaning forward to capture the blonde’s lips. She slowly kissed her way down to her neck, sliding Clarke's shirt up. Clarke pulled away tossing her shirt to the side after pushing Lexa to lay on her back. Lexa dipped her hand in the paint near her before swiping her hand across Clarke's stomach. "Does that go with what you have planned?"
"I guess I could make it work" Clarke replied, returning her smile. Lexa flipped them over, lacing her fingers through Clarke's. Clarke pushed their joined hands towards the paint. Clarke wrapped her legs around Lexa's waist as the brunette kissed her, pulling off as much of her clothes as she could. "Lexa" Clarke moaned. The brunette pulled away hearing Clarke's voice.
"Yeah?"
"I love you"
"I love you so much, pretty girl" Clarke grinned up at her. Lexa pushed down her boxers before kissing her wife again, slowly working off her pants too. "Clarke, look at me" Lexa waited for the blue eyes to look back at her, slowly entering Clarke. Clarke's she's fluttered close, feeling Lexa stretch her. "No, I want to see you" Lexa whispered, bringing her hand to Clarke's face. Clarke blinked her eyes back open, focusing on the green irises in front of her as Lexa pushed further into her, bottoming out. Lexa was panting, her chest was heaving, rocking in and out of her wife. Clarke dug her heels into her back, urging her to go faster. Lexa's rhythm faltered as Clarke fluttered around her. "Shit, Clarke" Lexa groaned, reaching in between them, rubbing circles on Clarke's clit. Lexa switched angles, pounding into Clarke as fast as she could. Clarke gripped the closest part of Lexa's body to steady herself,arching her back and feeling her imminent orgasm. With a flick of her thumb to Clarke's clit, Lexa sent the blonde unto ecstasy, finally letting go while Clarke clamped down on her member. Clarke held Lexa close, calming from her orgasm and milking all of Lexa's release. Lexa slowly laid back down, about to roll off Clarke.
"Stay" Lexa nodded, kissing the closest patch of skin. "Are you falling asleep?"
"No" Lexa lied, stuffing her face in Clarke's neck. Clarke rolled them so that Lexa was on her back.
"We aren't done yet. I have to finish my painting"
* *
"You can see my butt" Lexa mumbled, tilting her head at the drying painting. "You think people will know we had sex on here?"
"Not necessarily,it's smudged. Even if they did, you have a very cute butt" Clarke pecked her lips before slipping Lexa's button-down on.
"That's mine"
"Wanna take it off me?" Clarke arched her eyebrow.
"Yes" Lexa was already reaching to take off the shirt, earning a laugh from the artist. "What?"
Clarke shook her head before responding. "Nothing. I love you" Lexa pulled her into a hug.
"I love you too" Lexa repeated, squeezing the blonde. She waited a minute to speak again. "Do you still want to fool around?"
* *
"Hi, ladybug!" Lexa grinned, holding her hands out for her baby girl. Arryn kicked her feet out repeatedly when Gustus held her out for Lexa to take her. "Did you miss me?" Lexa kissed her cheek then tickled her tummy, earning a rare smile that had her looking just like Clarke.
"Of course she didn't. She was with her favorite person in the whole wide world, me" Gustus scoffed, pointing his thumbs to himself. "When do you leave for the resort?"
"After we move into the house"
"What happens after we move into the house?" Clarke queried, carrying Leif into the room, asleep in his carrier.
"The Honeymoon part 2"