#lexarke

Thank you @gabi182 for your prompt, here’s a lil cute one shot!

Clarke had just turned 18 and was now able to get the tattoo she always wanted. She wanted to get her dad’s initials on her wrist? Clarke spent so much time drawing out different designs but she finally found the one she wanted.

Clarke made her way to the local tattoo parlour feeling nervous but excited as this is what she’d always needed to have her dad with her all of the time. The bell rang on the door as the blonde stepped in. She approached the front desk and a heavily tattooed man appeared.

‘Name?’ He said sternly.

‘Clarke Griffin,’ she replied nervously.

‘Right, take a seat.’ He ordered. Clarke obeyed and sat on one of the black leather couches. She heard the man shout to someone but Clark couldn’t hear properly. After a few minutes another girl appeared, her long brown hair tied back in the half up-half down style.

‘Are you Clarke Griffin?’ The girl asked.

‘Yes,’ Clarke responded as she stood up. Clarke made eye contact with her tattoo artist and was immediately calmed knowing that it was her who was going to be doing her tattoo. If only she could cause her pain in another way.

‘I’m Lexa, is this your first tattoo?’ She inquired.

‘Yeah, it’s in memory of my dad, he died a few years ago.’ Clarke said, a sad look on her face.

‘I’m so sorry, I’ll make this a good tribute,’ Lexa said putting a hand on Clarke’s arm. Clarke immediately felt warmth spread through her entire body, she felt safe in her hands. The blonde moved her eyes from the floor up to meet the brunettes. A small smile spread across Clarke’s face, Clarke knew something was different with Lexa. Lexa moved her arm down to Clarke’s hand, lifting it and turning it to see where her artwork would go. Lexa stroked Clarke’s wrist in a circle.

‘So, would about here look okay?’ Lexa asked, her eyes again meeting Clarke’s.

‘um, yeah, definitely,’ Clarke was getting short of breathe, every moment looking into Lexa’s eyes felt like forever. Clarke wished it was forever. ‘Sorry, I’m really nervous.’

‘Thats okay, most people are with their first tattoo.’ Lexa stated.

‘I don’t mean about that. I mean about how I think I might have a crush on you and definitely need your phone number.’ Clarke had never been one for making the first move but here she was, in a tattoo parlour asking the most beautiful girl for her number.

‘Of course, here you go.’ They exchanged numbers and the tattoo began.