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"Will you marry me?" Clarke glared down at Lexa's kneeling form, ignoring the way her bright green eyes stared up at her.
"No." People were staring, and if it wasn't for the countless witnesses Clarke might have considered murdering her girlfriend. "Lexa get up."
They were in the middle of campus, and Clarke felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as Lexa pushed her chin up in defiance. "No."
"Stop asking me to marry you every time you get jealous!" Clarke had officially lost count of the number of times Lexa had asked for her hand in marriage. It had been cute, the first three times. Now Clarke was fairly certain if Lexa ever did genuinely ask, she would say no out of reflex.
"I'm not jealous of him Clarke." Clarke rolled her eyes in response, because even as the brunette said it her green eyes had darted away from hers to glare at where Finn was perched on the side of the fountain. Honestly Clarke was surprised the floppy haired boy hadn't felt the daggers Lexa's eyes were shooting at him. Somehow his concentration still remained on whatever book was in his hands and Clarke was thankful, because if he so much as acknowledged her she was sure Lexa would pose a very real threat to his life.
It hadn't taken long for Clarke to realise that Lexa had a seemingly uncontrollable jealous streak. It also hadn't taken very long for Clarke to realise how turned on it made her to see the brunette getting so riled up.
Clarke wasn't entirely sure if it was the little growl that entered the brunettes voice that made her so aroused, or if the brunette had accidentally conditioned her to get turned on at her jealousy. Clarke almost let out a wistful sigh, because those nights when Lexa's shoulders were tense with envy would end in Clarke being a sweaty mess on the bed, begging Lexa to let her breathe after her fifth consecutive orgasm. Her thighs clenched at the thought of it, and right on cue she felt an uncomfortable warmth between her legs.
Raven had laughed at her for a whole ten minutes during their psychology lecture, which the brunette wasn't even meant to be in, when Clarke had accidentally wondered out loud if her vagina was having a Pavlovian response to Lexa's displays of jealousy.
There was another side to Lexa's envy though, the side that wasn't little growls, pouting lips and mind blowing sex. It was the side that Clarke would argue was the darker, more sinister side to the little green eyed monster. It was the side that saw Lexa descending into the sappiest depths of human emotion. It was the side that had the brunette doing the most ridiculous things to try and show Clarke how much she loved her. At the top of that list was dropping to her knees and pleading with Clarke to marry her at every opportunity she got.
"Lexa, we slept together once-" The girl in front of her let out the noise of a wounded animal, her now misty eyes looking back up into Clarke's own. It was adorable really, the way Lexa's mouth dropped into a frown, her bottom lip pouting out, and if she wasn't so mad at her for proposing, again, Clarke would have bent down and captured that lip with her own.
It was meant to be an anniversary lunch date. A quiet anniversary lunch date. Just the two of them. Together. Without interruption, eating good food, before going back to dorms to have great anniversary sex, then going back out for a beautiful anniversary dinner, and then returning to dorms to have more anniversary sex.
Instead they hadn't even made it off campus before Lexa was kneeling on the floor in an attempt at getting her to marry her. Again.
Looking away from Lexa's pouting face Clarke let out a gasp of horror when she saw who was on the other side of the fountain. The devil incarnate, or as Lexa forced Clarke to call her, Anya, was staring at them, her eyebrow cocked and her arms folded across her chest as Raven pushed at her back.
Anya still hadn't forgiven her. For what exactly Clarke wasn't sure, because the list of things they had done to sabotage each others lives was growing at an alarming rate. The other woman blamed her for everything, including getting herself arrested two months earlier at Raven's overzealous attempt of a fireworks show. It was ridiculous really, because it wasn't her fault that Anya had run straight into the path of the cops car. If anything the blame lay firmly with Raven. Anya also blamed her for the time she had an infected wisdom tooth, because of course Clarke Griffin was to blame for that and not Anya's inability to brush her teeth properly. Clarke had of course told her that, and then almost been smothered by a pillow in return.
Clarke watched on in distress as the other couple approached them, because this was meant to be their date day. It was meant to be special, so of course they were going to ruin everything.
"Again, really?" Anya sounded as bored as usual, her eyes rolling as she came to a stop next to Lexa's still kneeling form.
"She saw Finn."
"Oh," Raven leant her arm on Lexa's head and Clarke wished she would just get up already and stop looking at her the way she was. "Hey," Turning to Anya she pointed in the general direction of Finn. "Why didn't you ask me to marry you when you saw him last week?"
"Please, sleeping with him was clearly just getting your yearly quota of charity work out of the way." Clarke tensed as Anya suddenly glared at her. "Speaking of which, Lexa you've given enough to charity, so you can break up with the she demon."
"She demon? How original." Like a lot of things in her life Clarke chose to ignore the fact she called the other woman the exact same thing.
"Would you like to know some of the other names I have for you princess?" Clarke forgot about Lexa kneeling on the floor. She forgot about Raven standing there using her girlfriends head as an arm rest. All she saw was Anya, and her smug little face smirking back at her.
"I don't know, do you want the tires on your Jeep to stay inflated?"
Anya was about to lunge at her, and Clarke quickly braced herself, ready to fight off the other woman's attempt to drag her into the fountain. They were currently at 3 - 2 to Clarke on fountain dunking, and Clarke knew Anya had been craving revenge on her for the last time for almost a month now.
An over exaggerated cough from Raven made them both pause, and Clarke watched in confusion as Raven looked down at her still kneeling girlfriend. "You think we should tell them yet?"
"What? What's going on?" Clarke felt her brow creasing even further in confusion and followed Raven's gaze down to her now sheepish looking girlfriend. There was no disguising the look of guilt that had spread across Lexa's features. "Lexa, what did you do?"
"Clarke." Shrugging Raven's arm off her head Lexa finally stood again, her hands falling behind her back. "Know that I made this decision with my head and not my heart."
"Vagina more like..." Anya muttered it far too loudly for any of them not to hear, but Clarke was far too busy trying to decipher what had her girlfriend looking so tense.
"Lexa..." Clarke took a step forwards, proud to see the bob of Lexa's throat as she swallowed. It wasn't often she caught Lexa on the back foot.
"We're sending you and Anya away for the weekend." That didn't sound so bad, they had double dated before. Disastrously. But without any major blood shed. Not counting the bloody nose she had once accidentally given Anya. "Together. Without Raven or I."
"I'm going to marry you so I can divorce you." Lexa looked like she had just had her favourite toy taken away from her, and Clarke really wished the brunette wouldn't wear her emotions on her face so much.
Anya on the other hand had crossed her arms across her chest again, and Clarke knew exactly what it was like to be on the end of the glare she was sending Raven's way. The brunette just cocked her hip though and pointed at the other woman accusingly. "You promised to try and get on with Clarke."
"I tried, I said hello to her last week and she told me she was going to shove her entire foot up my ass."
Raven quirked her eyebrow, and Clarke distinctly remembered the way Anya had tried to say hello to her that day. "You threw a can of Coke at her head."
"She looked thirsty, I was being nice." Technically the thirsty part was true. Lexa had been working out, and Clarke had been thoroughly enjoying the view of her girlfriends abs contracting as she did another set of sit ups. The rock collection took a lot of maintenance and Clarke saw it as her duty as girlfriend to oversee that maintenance.
"Oh please, you don't even know the meaning of the word nice, you-"
Raven was interrupting her before she even had the chance to finish her insult. "It involves shooting things." Both of them snapped their heads towards her. Shooting. It involved shooting. She could shoot Anya.
"You are not to shoot each other." A tone of command dripped into Lexa's voice, and Clarke could feel herself literally dripping at the sound of it. Once again she cursed the damn Pavlovian effect Lexa had accidentally caused. "I forbade it."
God she loved it when her girlfriend showed her why she was nicknamed the Commander. It didn't change anything though, because Clarke was going to shoot Anya.