The night air was crisp, a gentle wind wafting through the open windows and blowing the white curtains. In the middle of the room on the bed, two bare figures lay entwined, surging together in the heat of passion.

Lexa groaned loudly, her wife's name hot on her lips and whispered through a slackened jaw. Her hips rolled up to meet Clarke's thrusts, hands gripping tightly to her wife's waist as she worked diligently to bring her closer and closer to the edge.

Then Clarke's lips moved down from her neck to her collarbone, then to lavish some attention to her breasts, and Lexa felt something inside her snap. Her entire body shuddered, her thighs twitching as Clarke's skilled fingers brought her into a climatic release, then a warm mouth and a gentle tongue soothed the descent from ecstasy. The blonde moved up, her tongue making its way up to Lexa's navel before returning once more to her previous position between her wife's legs.

When she had finally caught her breath, Lexa chuckled throatily. "I believe marrying you was the most logical decision I've ever made in my life."

The blonde, whose cheek rested on her pelvis and whose fingers drew tender circles on her inner thigh, laughed. "Is this the Vulcan side of you talking again?"

"It seems so." Lexa laughed, and she reached out to run her fingers through the mop of blonde hair that fanned out along her hip.

"It's been a while since I've crossed paths with it, where've you been all this time?"

"I fell in love with the most beautiful, intelligent, extraordinary woman in the entire universe. And by allowing me to love her, and in returning my love, you have broken the dam that is my emotions."

"That's a skilled tongue you've got there, careful, I might request its services for other activities." Clarke slowly kissed her way to Lexa's chest, leaving a trail of desire in her wake as she finally came to rest her chin on her wife's sternum.

"Then you will find my tongue, in addition to the rest of my body, ready and willing." Lexa winked.

"Are you sure you're Vulcan?" Clarke raised an eyebrow, a hand stroking Lexa's cheek. "It's exceedingly difficult to believe that a race so aloof can give birth to my wife, an eloquent, witty, and charming woman."

"I am only quarter Vulcan." Lexa reminded her, a hand coming to rest on the plane of Clarke's back as she lay nestled above her, their bodies flushed together and the swell of Clarke's breasts pressing against her own.

"Hmmm." Clarke murmured as she tilted her chin, leaving a kiss on the skin of Lexa's chest, then drifting up to return to her neck. As she met the skin there, she felt her wife swallowing thickly, her arousal beginning to dampen the skin on her hipbone. She continued kissing along her neck, a hand drifting down Lexa's sternum, teasingly close to an area that she knew - after nineteen years of marriage - was a weak spot.

"Round...three?" Clarke asked, and Lexa just pulled her closer to her, as if wanting to absorb her.

"I've lost count." Clarke laughed into the crook of Lexa's neck, and when she finally lifted her head to meet her eyes, there was a glint in her eyes.

"You've lost count because I'm amazing. And because I'm marvelous at what I do, and I do you." She winked, and Lexa could not stifle the grin that formed even as she heard that line.

"I'll give you something to marvel at." And suddenly Lexa surged forward, and amidst a flurry of limbs and tangled sheets, Clarke now found herself looking up at her green-eyed wife.

Before she could even react to the sudden change in position, Lexa was nipping at her collarbone, fingers digging into her sides, causing her to spasm in the midst of her involuntary fit of giggles.

"Lexa! We're." Clarke gasped in between her giggles. "Going to bother Tris."

"Whatever, its 2am, she's probably still awake listening to music, she won't hear a thing." Lexa reassured her, but even so, her fingers ceased their current activity. Instead, they splayed out to worship and map the skin beneath them, one hand moving lower until Clarke was gasping for an entirely different reason.

Lexa grinned cheekily, and she set out to continue the act, her experienced fingers reaching, touching, thrusting, until her wife's back arched and her skin was flushed red. Clarke's spine arched upwards, her abdomen in constant contact with Lexa's as she rode out the waves of her pleasure, moaning as quietly as she could.

When Clarke's spine relaxed once more, Lexa reconnected their lips, and they kissed, their tongues bridging the two bodies as they moved in tandem. Then Lexa slowly removed her fingers, and with a self-satisfied smirk, she collapsed next to her wife.

Clarke chuckled lightly at the look on Lexa's face, then she sighed with contentment. Her fingers sifted through brunette strands, her head propped up on one elbow as she gazed upon the love of her life. Lexa's hands curled around Clarke's hips, holding her in place. The blonde's fingers brushed her cheek, feeling soft skin and sharp bones.

Then a kiss was dropped to Lexa's temple, and the brunette hummed at the touch, her eyes closing. After a good ten minutes had passed, Clarke decided to venture into a new topic. "So, want to hear something?"

Lexa chuckled. "What?" She opened one eye, and Clarke seemed to be raring to tell her.

"Guess who's dating our daughter?" Lexa opened both eyes, and she frowned.

"It better not be that prick from her Ethics class." Lexa snorted, and Clarke smirked. She shifted closer, so that her hips pressed against Lexa's side.

"It's Bobby."

"Bobby?" Lexa cocked her head to one side in thought. "Which Bobby?"

"Bobby Blake." Lexa sat up instantly, swinging her legs over to the side of the bed. Clarke remained resting on her side, dropping her head onto the pillow to give her elbow a much-needed respite.

"Robert Blake? Lincoln and Octavia's son?" Her eyebrows were raised in disbelief, and her wife nodded, a smile playing at her lips.

"Yea, they just started dating a few weeks ago." Clarke informed her wife, a hand reaching to rub Lexa's bare back.

Lexa shifted, but just as she attempted to move any farther, strong arms captured her midsection. "And where are you going?" Clarke whispered the question over warm skin, her lips now brushing her wife's shoulder.

"Out."

"Out where." Lexa turned to face Clarke, frowning at her.

"Where do you think?" The brunette grunted, and the arms around her body only tightened.

"Lexa Woods you are not going to threaten that boy." Clarke warned her. She rested her forehead between Lexa's shoulder blades, experienced fingers trailing low from her wife's waist, heading south.

It was an attempt to distract her, and it worked, for a few moments. However, as Lexa was about to relax completely into Clarke's arms, the tips of her nipples teasing the expanse of her back, she seemed to jolt out of her momentary lapse. It was the fingers moving skillfully down to feel her that did the trick, because Lexa's eyes snapped open.

She jolted from the bed, leaving Clarke sitting there with a noticeable pout splayed over her features. Lexa stood before the bed with her hands on her hips, their silent conversation spanning heartbeats before Clarke conceded.

With a sigh, the blonde fell back onto the bed, giving Lexa a full view of all the different places she wanted to touch, to kiss. "If you must," Clarke groaned, "At least make it quick."

"I'll be back in thirty minutes," Lexa said, bending over to give Clarke a chaste kiss on the cheek, "tops." She was already buckling up her pants and almost out the bedroom door when she heard her wife's cheeky voice calling after her.

"We'll decide on positions when you come back."

"Stop fidgeting and let me fix this!" Clarke said in mild frustration. She was currently standing behind her daughter, her hands clasping at the collar of Tris's red uniform.

Lexa, who sat on a stool at the kitchen island drinking the rest of her coffee, simply watched with an amused expression.

"Mom you don't have to baby me, I can fix it myself." Tris grumbled.

The little child that Lexa had cradled over twenty years ago now stood tall and proud before her, in the middle of the exact same living room that she had spent hours lulling her to sleep. Except now Tris was the same height as Lexa, with sharp blue eyes, an angular face, and nimble, elegant steps. For but one glance, Tris was the spitting image of Lexa if not for the eye color.

Yet Lexa saw Clarke in her. She saw Clarke in the minute pinching of her nose when she was frustrated, in the stubbornness of her child. She also saw a caring, loving heart and brown hair streaked with blonde, and Lexa saw love. She saw what she and Clarke had produced, and all she saw was a beautiful, smart young woman who had fulfilled all of their hopes and dreams, and more.

It was very difficult to believe that the small, giggling seven pound newborn that Lexa had held and rocked by firelight was now this ethereal, regal creature that stood before her. She was a lioness.

"Honey?" The term of endearment brought Lexa out from the depths of her thoughts, and her previously clouded eyes now looked up in the direction of her wife.

"Yes love?" She glanced between her daughter and her wife, both of them with their hands on their hips, a mirror image that made Lexa almost chuckle. It was still the uniform issue, except it had now progressed to the positioning of the medals on the breast of the red material.

"Tell Tris that I am more than aware of Starfleet uniform regulations." Clarke stated, looking at Lexa expectantly.

"Mom, I know what I'm doing," Tris said, a defiant look in her eye as she waited on her mother's words.

Lexa's eyes flitted from one woman to the other, then she cleared her throat. "Tris, in her day, Clarke was a brilliant captain of Starfleet," She began. Clarke's appearance was already beginning to look smug, and then Lexa smirked. "But she wasn't exactly a by-the-book officer, and that was in her time." Lexa offered Tris a smile. "I'm sure you know what you are doing."

Tris raised a fist in the air, a victorious woop tearing from her throat. Clarke however, was now glowering at Lexa, and Lexa knew she was going to pay for that.

Luckily for her, the doorbell chimed, and Lexa bolted from her seat to answer it.

"Lexa!" Abby greeted her daughter-in-law with a brisk hug before she was welcomed in. She gravitated instantly to her granddaughter, a proud smile on her face.

"Mom, glad you could make it." Clarke stepped over to wrap her mother in a warm embrace. Things between them had defrosted considerably, mostly thanks to Tris. Lexa honestly was just pleased that she wasn't the mediator between two snarling lionesses any longer. No, that position was delegated to the younger creature of the same breed.

Tris had wandered over to Lexa, who had reclaimed her stool. Her daughter leaned against her, and Lexa tugged her close in a one-armed hug. "I'm so nervous." Her daughter admitted quietly, and Lexa squeezed her waist gently.

"It's natural to be." Lexa remarked. "You're quite young, younger than your mother and I were when we first started." She tucked a strand of blonde-brown hair from her daughter's face. "But you are ready." Lexa nodded reassuringly, and Tris seemed to stand taller at her words.

"We should go now, don't want to be late!" Abby urged, beckoning at the doorway. Lexa squeezed Tris's waist once more before she extricated herself from her mother's arms, moving to join her grandmother.

"Bobby's waiting downstairs." Abby said as she draped an arm over Tris's shoulder, guiding her out the threshold of the apartment. "He was saying how excited and proud he was for you."

"Yea he better be nothing but supportive!" Lexa called in the direction of their retreating forms, and Tris turned her head to scowl at her mother's teasing words.

Then the two women were gone, leaving Lexa sitting alone on her stool. Then Clarke moved, and her hands were sliding into Lexa's and she was pulling the brunette to her feet. "You okay there?" She prodded, her blue eyes twinkled with proud tears that threatened to fall.

"She's all grown up." was all Lexa managed to say, and Clarke enveloped her in steady arms then.

"I know." Lexa rested her chin on Clarke's shoulder, sighing.

"I guess there is one consolation to this though." She finally said.

"What's that?" Clarke leaned back so that she could see her wife's eyes.

"She'll be the captain of the newly modified USS Washington." Lexa shot her a shit-eating grin. "Not the Ark, which also got rechristened, but the Washington." She lingered on that last word for emphasis.

"You're a butthead."

"I'm your butthead."

Clarke shook her head, a laugh escaping as she simply pulled Lexa into her arms once more.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Lexa watched with a practiced eye as the modified and updated Washington began to shift forward from the dock. Beside her, Clarke also observed all this, their hands gripped tightly.

They watched with proud gazes from the station as their daughter and her crew positioned the ship outwards, towards the vastness of space. With a flaring of its engines, the Washington powered up, and then in a flash, it disappeared from sight.

Lexa stood in the empty station with Clarke, and with their hands entwined, they observed the black canvas set before them.