And a short, sweet, all around fluffy ending for y'all. My specialty.

Ten months later...

Nerves suddenly getting the better of her, she stalled for time by stopping outside of the cabin, using a puddle to absentmindedly fix up her appearance after the journey here. Not for the first time, she wondered why she was even doing this. It wasn't strictly speaking, necessary. And yet, despite some of her grander, unpopular ideas, she had always been fairly traditional at heart.

Bolstering herself once more, she walked over to the cabin and knocked. Almost immediately the door swung open, revealing her target. He smiled and beckoned her inside, and she knew everything was going to be okay.

Lexa wasn't sure why Clarke was currently in the throne room instead of racing out to meet here like she normally did, no matter the hour, but Lexa wasn't going to question it, and simply quickened her step towards the conclaves chambers. Six days without Clarke was pure physical torture and just the thought of what they would get up to soon had her heart beating like a war drum before a charge.

When she found Clarke sitting in her metal throne with war paint on, her hair done up in intricate braids and wearing her favourite 'commander' coat - and judging by the long toned leg peaking out, little else - she nearly expired on the spot. Clarke's eyes lit up at the sight of her, just like Meesha's always did during her visits to the mountain. Lexa couldn't express in words how happy it made her to know there were so many people who loved her for her, and not the commander.

She must have come to a halt because Clarke smirked down at her from the dais and in Trigedasleng said, "Welcome back, commander. Have a good trip?"

Her mind was so muddled all she could think to say was, "It's your birthday. Not mine. Right?"

Clarke laughed, the musical sound tugging at the corner of her lips. "Yes, Lexa, it's mine." Clarke uncrossed her legs. "Now get your cute butt over here."

Not needing further prompting, she practically flew the rest of the way and into Clarke's waiting arms and mouth.

Positions flipped now, Lexa held Clarke close, using the coat as a means of additional warmth, as well as some modesty lest an errant conclave member find their way here in the middle of the night. They were deliciously satisfied and severely drained, like they always were after these rendezvous, and even though Lexa had the whole day ahead of her to say what she wanted to say, she had an urge to do it right then, so she did.

"Clarke, there's something I wish to discuss with you."

"Can't it wait?" Clarke muttered sleepily, burrowing further into Lexa's collarbone.

"Well...yes," she replied dumbly.

Disappointed, Lexa sighed internally, resigning herself to wait until the morning's light.

Clarke pressed a soft kiss to her skin. "I hate waiting on my birthday," she mumbled. "Go on."

Now that the moment was at hand, she faltered, and then collected herself. There was no reason to be nervous. There never had been.

"We've been through a lot together this past year. The uprising against your people. The preservation of the afflicted. The near collapse of the coalition. Enough to make anyone waver. And yet, you have stood by me throughout it all..."

Clarke squeezed her. "My pleasure."

"I never thought I would find someone like you. You are a paradox. Both light and dark. Flexible and stubborn. Kind and beautiful."

"Those last two aren't really paradoxical," Clarke chuckled during a pause. "But appreciated all the same. Go on. Keep singing my praises."

In another time, she might have taken this quite literally and made a fool of herself. Though perhaps not...Clarke seemed to really love it when she sang old songs to her in her native tongue. Lexa wasn't quite sure why. Clarke definitely had the better voice between them.

"Clarke, I..." just realized your heart is pounding even faster than mine. "You know, don't you?"

Clarke stiffened against her and then pulled back enough to give her a sheepish grin, the ends of her frazzled braids tickling Lexa's chest. "I may have overheard your conversation with my dad during my healing lessons with Desmond."

Lexa frowned and tried to be angry with her for eavesdropping, especially when she was supposed to be learning, but knew it wasn't really her fault. It was almost impossible to keep secrets from one another any more. She didn't know why she even bothered to try.

Rather than looked abashed any longer, Clarke grinned, wide awake. A strong surge of excitement and pure affection washed over her. "So are you going to ask me, or do I have to ask you," she nipped Lexa's nose, "commander hot stuff?"

She rolled her eyes, and readying herself once more, attempted to say what she'd been wanting to say for quite some time, but had waited because she wanted to make this birthday a much better memory than the last. "Clarke-"

The chamber doors barged open as two struggling forms practically fell through. If not for Clarke's reassuring weight, Lexa would have stood up and grabbed her sword, ready to break the fight apart. Violence was not permitted on the conclave's sacred ground.

However, it only took a few more seconds, and a few more grunts and groans for Lexa to realize these were lovers, not fighters. When the dim silhouettes got closer, she recognized them, and bristled.

"You've got to be kidding me," groaned Clarke, bumping her head into Lexa's shoulder.

The chamber carried her voice, causing the two figures to immediately freeze in a state of disarray.

The taller one squinted in their direction. "Lexa?" Anya said completely unaffected, as if this was a perfectly normal, everyday occurrence they now found themselves in. "I didn't know you would be here."

"Clearly," she replied sarcastically, a bit more bark than she had intended. Everything had nearly been perfect.

Raven moved closer, prompting Clarke to say, "What are you doing?! Stay back!"

"You busy, Clarke?" smirked Clarke's disruptive friend.

"Go away!"

"Or what?"

The indignation and rage was steadily climbing. "Or I'll kick your ass!"

"In the buff?" The smirk grew. "I don't think so."

"Wanna bet?!"

Even though she too wanted to kick someone's ass, Lexa prepared to hold Clarke in place. No one but her was allowed to see Clarke naked, ill lighted as it was in here.

Finally Raven glanced at her, deciding pissing off the commander anymore was probably a bad idea, and shrugged. "Calm your perky tits, Griffin. We're going." Raven winked at Lexa, and Clarke as a result. "As you were, birthday girl."

Raven grabbed Anya's hand and they disappeared through the smaller side door that led to private guest quarters.

Eventually Clarke calmed her tits and said, "You were saying?"

Lexa opened her mouth only to have the words dry up as various moans and other sounds she didn't want to hear filtered in through the not completely closed door.

"Oh my God!" whined Clarke in her ear. "Get the hell out of here!" she yelled in their direction. "This is no place for stuff like that!" This did not accomplish what Clarke intended. If anything, the noises only got louder.

Lexa didn't bother pointing out the hypocritical nature of this last statement, but apparently gave her a pointed look anyway because Clarke glared at her and said, "Shut up." She whipped her head back towards the partially opened door, whacking multiple braids right across her face and eyes. "I'm going to-"

Lexa lightly squeezed Clarke's hips. "Never mind them, Clarke." She stared deep into the eyes of the woman she loved with her whole being. The look was reminiscent of their first eye contact all those months ago while Clarke was still on the Ark; intense and seeming to cause time to stand still; life changing. In a physical manifestation of everything she was experiencing, she beamed at her soon to be wife, at the idea of the sky people uniting with her own, at the prospect of permanent peace. "Let us go home."

So yeah, that's a wrap. I'm sure some of you wanted this to go on longer but I thought this was a fitting place to end it.

That being said, there were a few other things I didn't quite get around to, like the unpredictable process of their sensate periods syncing up...I imagine when they both had it, they were Godzilla and Mothra.

I was going to give Lexa a cold after being injured and sitting in the rain for an hour, but decided against it.

Also, Lexa was supposed to kind of get a bit of 'revenge' against Clarke for making her look stupid in front of her warriors after saving Anya.

Basically, all the things that would've been funny. Hopefully this ending made up for that a bit.

Anyway, thanks for reading this thing the whole way through. It definitely ended up being way longer than I was expecting. So kudos to you for your stamina.

Until next time, Clexates. :)