#clarphy

Cringy ideas for both mood boards/au's below the cut

CLARKE GRIFFIN APPRECIATION WEEK

Clarke, also blasted: You would eat yourself.

Murphy: ...

Clarke: I would like to clarify my stomach did not speak French. I was in French class.

Murphy: bonjour

Clarke: ...

Murphy: le growl

Clarke: ...

Murphy: *laugh* hon hon hon feed me a baguette

Clarke: ... Why do I hang out with you?

Murphy was shaken from his nostalgia when the gentle sound of Dave Barnes Christmas album began to float in from the living room. He knew that the sound meant Clarke had finished getting ready and was at least downstairs with barely a half-hour to spare before the start time on their invitations. It was her favorite album and he wasn’t surprised that she chose that one to start the night. He was sure he could sneak some Nat King Cole in there later after she had finished a drink or two.

As he plotted his music takeover he heard the sound of soft footsteps creeping up behind him and he grinned but didn’t turn to spoil her intended surprise.

Her strong arms wound their way around his waist from behind and he entwined his fingers with hers. She kissed him on the shoulder and peeked over him to see what he was working on.

“That smells heavenly,” Clarke told him, as he tossed the last of the meatballs in the cranberry sauce before loading them into a large dish for the table.

As soon as he got the last scoop into the bowl, Murphy turned around in her arms and pulled her in for a long, languid kiss. “Not as good as you do,” he said into the skin of her neck, breathing in the heady scent there.

“It doesn’t count as very much of a compliment when you are the one who bought this perfume for me, John” she teased, sighing as he kissed her bare skin.

”Not my fault I have such good taste,” he said, pulling back to look at her as his breath caught in his chest. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

And she really was. In a red satin dress that just skimmed her knees with black lace around the waist and more cleavage than was probably fair but he certainly wasn’t complaining about it; he was floored by her beauty. He twirled her around, making her giggle, before pulling her in for another searing kiss. Her eyes were done with a light shimmer and her cheeks red but she has been smart enough to not put her lipstick on yet, knowing Murphy would kiss it off before their friends even arrived.