It frightens Lexa how Clarke sees through her, despite her mask. The girl is looking at her with those big blue eyes, so sincere and open. They're sitting on the couch together, the movie not yet playing.
Clarke quietly sips from the hot chocolate as she waits for Lexa to talk. It's obvious that Miss Woods doesn't easily come out of her shell, though she hopes she can peel that shell away bit by bit.
"I was in a relationship for four years," Lexa says with some hesitancy. "It ended this summer and by now she married someone."
"That must have been a rough experience," Clarke replies, assuming it must have been painful. It's confusing that the other woman married someone so soon, which doesn't sound like she loved Lexa very much.
"It was," Lexa confirms, still suffering from some repercussions. "The past is gone now. I do not miss her," she says, which is the truth. She has no desire whatsoever to ever have contact with Costia again in any way. Her ex's words when she broke up with her were like a blade and most of them were unnecessary to say.
Clarke can understand why Lexa would keep a distance because four years is a long time and that's not something someone moves on from in the span of a couple of months. Some people might, though for others it takes time. She's not going to pry about the details or anything because if Miss Woods would want to tell her she'll do so on her own accord.
Lexa thinks of mentioning how love is weakness, but she doesn't want to risk ruining Clarke. It wouldn't be fair to dim the girl's light just because she gave up on love. "It hasn't crossed my mind to date someone," she expresses, finding it easier to be alone. When she wakes up alone it doesn't feel easier, but for the total picture it is better that way.
"That's understandable," Clarke replies, gentle as she puts her hand on Lexa's knee. It's easy enough for Miss Woods to shrug off if she'd want to. She finds touches comforting, but that doesn't go for everyone. "I like learning more about you."
Lexa shifts on her couch so that Clarke's hand drops from her knee. "Shall we watch a movie then?" she asks, peeling her eyes away from the girl.
"Yes," Clarke answers, putting the hot chocolate aside. Her eyes land on a guitar in the corner of the room which she had overlooked before. "You have a guitar?"
Lexa follows Clarke's gaze. "I do," she answers, folding a blanket open so they can get comfortable.
"Maybe you could play something for me sometime," Clarke whispers as she snuggles under the blanket. Being here with Lexa is better than being at the party, much more relaxing. She feels comfortable in the sweatpants and the shirt she's borrowing from Miss Woods, which she had changed into a little while ago.
"Maybe," Lexa replies, because she will think about it. After the movie it will be far too late to play guitar. It's even late for a movie, but she can't sleep yet anyway.
Clarke shifts a bit closer towards Lexa. "Is this okay?" she asks, wanting her to be comfortable.
Lexa lifts her right arm up and puts it around Clarke's shoulders, letting the girl place her head against her shoulder.
Clarke hums, satisfied with snuggling even closer. She searches for Lexa's left hand under the blanket and laces their fingers together. Miss Woods smells like soap and wine, and her hair smells like shampoo.
"I am not the movie, Clarke," Lexa whispers, smiling softly because she can feel the girl's eyes on her even without looking.
"You're much better than the movie," Clarke whispers, sighing dreamily. "Will you go out on a date with me sometime?"
