Clexa One Shots

Breath me

By: adventurousfeather
Earth is beautiful during the winter.

The wind is biting on her skin, and more often than not, she ends up with her nose pink and her fingertips numb. the daylight is shorter, and her dad's watch strapped around her wrist becomes useful during the times it's curiously dark when it's supposed to be bright. though the trees have lost its leaves, and the sun hides behind thick, gloomy clouds most of the time, there's something about the way winter settles in that makes clarke stop in her tracks and look around her surroundings in awe.

like now, when her body is telling her that it is time to wake up but white, thick clouds greet her on the sky when she pulls the curtains apart. the sun is nowhere to be seen, but it's bright enough for clarke to notice the frosty grass, shimmering and breathtaking, a sight she has never seen on earth before.

clarke murmurs quietly to herself, "winter is beautiful."

"winter is dangerous," lexa replies from where she's still laying on the bed, the thick fur blanket covering the lower half of her body and her brown locks spread over the pillows. "come back to bed, clarke." the commander's eyes are still closed, and her hand slowly slides to the side of the bed where clarke usually sleeps on. she continues, "hurry, before the little one wakes up."

lexa hears clarke chuckle followed by her quiet footsteps on the dark, hardwood floor. the blonde crawls on the bed towards her with a gentle smile on her face, and she's welcomed by lexa's strong arms and a nuzzle on her neck. clarke hums, tangling her legs with the commander's under the blanket, before she whispers, "who knew you'd be really clingy?"

there's a pause, before lexa opens her eyes and whispers back, "clarke, what is.. clingy?"

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when they've finally untangled themselves away from each other and off the bed, and when dany has sat up and announced that she's hungry, they're downstairs in the kitchen when the clouds part and the sun begins to peek out.

"it seems like it's going to be a beautiful day," clarke says, looking out of the window and watching as the ice melts away from the grass and the barks of the trees.

lexa hums in response, her mouth full of dried berries and bread, tending to the two year old sat next to her. she's trying to wipe jam off of the child's face when dany sets the crusts of her sandwich on the table in front of her and inquires, "play out, mama?"

"outside, dany," clarke corrects, turning away from the window. she smiles at the furrow of dany's eyebrows as she seems to absorb what she's just been told, and then she smiles even wider at the furrow of lexa's eyebrows as she's focused on the task of cleaning their daughter's face.

dany repeats, "can I play outside," she sighs a little as she tries to turn her face away from lexa, "please, mama?"

before clarke can reply, lexa deems dany clean enough and sets the towel on the table before she says, "not today, strikon."

"no?" dany squeaks out, a bit confused, and her mama lexa nods.

"no," she echoes firmly. "not today, or for the next few days."

"why?"

"yeah, why?" clarke asks, leaning against the table. "it doesn't seem to be too cold for her to play outside today."

lexa looks up to meet her eyes and she stills, as if there's something important she has to say but she simply shrugs and repeats herself, "not today."

dany frowns dramatically, tapping her palm on lexa's arm, "please, mama lexa, please?"

"I said no, strikon," lexa responds, her tone firm and authoritative, "do you understand?"