It's Moodboard Monday and I can't believe it, but here is a sneak peek from Slopes Eleven, which is finally, actually, in progress!
Part Eleven stays pretty cute, the angst isn't quite here yet, but it’s close. Anya and Lexa had to hurry off to Vermont for a few days of exhibition riding and pre-olympic press following the blowout New Years party, so Clarke and Lexa haven't had much time to talk.
In this little moment of my draft, Anya and Lexa have been sitting in the car for a few hours on their way home and they're headed straight to a party where they need to be seen, and they're both excited to be home:
Clarke and Lexa managed late night phone calls full of giddy grins, sweet nothings, and sleepy declarations of love between deep yawns.
There were photos from the New Year’s Party all over the internet. The team photographers did a hell of a job, and the comments about it being the East Coast event of the year were plentiful. Amidst all the photos of the major brands’ teams and all of the sponsors dancing and having a blast in their festive party costumes and huge airs in the backyard park, there was a spectacular panoramic photo of the living room raining with gold confetti featuring Clarke and Lexa wrapped up in their first kiss smack in the middle of it all.
They hadn’t had much time to talk about it, but the few texts they exchanged on the matter cleared the air that they were both perfectly fine with their love being internationally broadcasted.
The three hour drive home from Vermont felt like days.
Lexa sat in the back seat vibrating with anticipation at getting Clarke back into her arms again as they passed the ‘Welcome To The Mount Polis Resort!’ vintage sign on the outskirts of the property. The mountain hosted an amateur pipe contest that day, and the party was happening at one of the lodge bars. Anya and Lexa were expected to make an appearance, and Lexa was thrilled that they were being driven straight there.
Anya slept the whole ride home knowing they weren’t getting a break anytime soon. Lexa couldn’t sleep if she tried. She was too excited.
A selfie of Clarke surrounded by a handful of rookies came through asking for her ETA. Clarke was a little extra done up. She had more makeup on than usual. Her hair was down and styled and full rather than crammed under a hat or in a messy bun. She looked beautiful. The cheeky smile she shot right through the lens into Lexa’s chest made an involuntary grin blossom on her face.
Lexa texted back that she was right around the corner and Clarke should order her a beer.
“Wake up, dude,” Lexa gently nudged Anya’s shoulder.
“Shit, are we already home?” Anya grumbled and glanced around, confused, in the dark backseat.
“I feel like we’ve been in this car for a hundred years,” Lexa chuckled.
“Yeah, cause you’re too excited to get all up on that girl of yours,” Anya grunted through a stretch in the tight quarters.
“As if you’re not looking forward to doing the exact same thing,” Lexa side eyed Anya with a sly smile.
“I definitely hate leaving her so often, but coming home to her is just the fucking best,” Anya grinned back.
“I feel like I’m going to explode,” Lexa admitted shyly with wide eyes and the grin that couldn’t quit.
“I bet,” Anya yawned and patted Lexa on the shoulder.
Send your good vibes that I can keep up the momentum and get us all a new chapter! Have a good week, y'all!
