Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice
A Clexa Pumpkin Patch AU
Griffin’s Pumpkin Patch and Corn Maze is packed, and that alone would be enough for Lexa to dislike it. She’s barely stepped foot out of her car, Aden bobbing along beside her, when her headache forms. It’s cold outside and the air is filled with the sounds of enthusiastic chatter, laughter, and adrenalized screams. There are children and families everywhere, picking through through the vegetables, standing in line for hot apple cider, standing in a longer line awaiting a tractor ride through the corn maze, taking photos in the life-size cardboard cutout of three farmers. Lexa sighs.
“Okay, let’s be quick about this please,” she begs Aden as he bounces excitedly toward the gate.
“Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Lex,” he tells her with all the carefree anticipation of a nine year old about to pick out the perfect pumpkin to carve a batman signal on. “Mom said you have to get two pumpkins, by the way. Just in case I mess up on the first one.”
“Sure she did,” grouses Lexa, but she trails along behind him as they enter the huge patch littered with countless pumpkins. Lexa’s taken one step inside when she looks up and sees her.
Her being the most gorgeous woman she’s ever laid eyes on, wearing a pair of overalls with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a red beanie tucked down over blonde hair that shines gold in the morning sunlight. Even from this distance, Lexa can see the blue of her eyes, the pink of her lips, the absolutely breathtaking smile she has as she speaks to a family, hitching up the large pumpkin she’s showing to them. Wow, Lexa thinks. She tells herself the pumpkin is impressive but she’s more concerned with the blonde attached to it.
So concerned, in fact, that she doesn’t watch where she’s going and her boot-clad foot gets caught in whatever leafy vines she’s walking over, and she hits the dust. Oh, God. She face-plants it and she can hear someone shout out so it must have looked bad enough to draw attention and Lexa wishes she could melt right through the ground. When a raspy voice asks her if she’s okay and soft hands on her shoulders urge her up and she knows, she just knows it’s the beautiful blonde over to check on her, Lexa wishes she never set foot in this pumpkin patch period.
“I’m fine,” she interjects over the sound of the blonde ordering someone that works here to bring her a cup of cider. She staggers up to her feet with the help of the girl grabbing her hand, and when she looks up to meet shocking blue eyes, Lexa once again wishes she could have head-butted a pumpkin and knocked herself out because she’s never, ever going to get over this mortifying moment for the rest of her life.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” says the girl, and to her credit she isn’t laughing at all, just peering at Lexa in concern. Aden, on the other hand, is sporting a shit-eating grin from where he hovers somewhere at elbow-level below them.
“Not the first time you fell for a girl, Lex,” he says, and she wants to swat at him but he’s already darted a few feet away out of distance, grin growing.
The blonde glances at him curiously, muted amusement in her eyes before she looks back at Lexa. “Girls, huh?”
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