Not My Art Supplies!

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"Lex, take your feet off the table!" Clarke groaned as her girlfriend grinned.

"Oops, my bad," Lexa smirked.

"You know I don't like it when you do that," Clarke pouted.

She went to grab a towel and some cleaning solution, wanting to wipe off the dirt on the table. Lexa couldn't really see any speck of dirt. The surface was as clean as it could get. Obviously Clarke didn't think so.

Lexa huffed as she got up from the couch and went into the living room closet, roaming around to see if she could find anything which would make Clarke angry again. She had to admit, she loved getting Clarke mad.

"Aha!" she let out a little sound of triumph.

Lexa had found Clarke's art supplies. Clarke was almost OCD about her art supplies. She needed them to always be in order, never out of place. She always cleaned her brushes and never left not even a hair to be dirty. It almost annoyed Lexa sometimes.

"Lex?" she heard Clarke shout from the living room.

Lexa grinned mischievously. She grabbed Clarke's paintbrushes and walked out of the closet, hiding them behind her back.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Whe-," Clarke stopped, seeing her hiding her hands behind her back, "What do you have back there?"

"Nothing, really," Lexa laughed, "just your beloved paintbrushes."

She brought her hands before her and waved the brushes in front of Clarke's face.

"Lexa, what the fuck?!" Clarke widened her eyes, "You've gotten them all mixed together! I've told you not to touch my art supplies!"

Clarke made out to grab the paintbrushes from Lexa's hand, but Lexa was faster, as always. She jumped away from Clarke and up on the table.

"Lexa! Get off the damn table!"

"Oops, sorry babe," Lexa grinned and jumped on the couch.

"Oh my God," Clarke dropped the towel and the solution, and walked over to Lexa, a furious look on her face. Lexa thought it was adorable.

"There's only one way I'll get off the couch and give these back to you," Lexa wiggled her eyebrows at Clarke.

"I'm never having sex with you again, if that's what you mean," Clarke crossed her arms.

"Aw, Clarke," Lexa pouted and made a puppy face at her.

"Not gonna work."

"But you love having sex with me."

"Yes, but I love my paintbrushes more," Clarke bit her lip, not wanting to smile.

"How dare you?" Lexa actually looked hurt.

"Sorry. Just give me my paintbrushes back, and I might reconsider," Clarke held out her hand.

"Fine," Lexa huffed and got off the couch, "but you're gonna have to come get them," she grinned as she put the paintbrushes inside her pant's waistband.

"Lexa!"