"We're here," Clarke says with a beaming smile. "Though I must add that this is only the beginning of our date, this isn't all of it."
"Pottery class," Lexa says, reading the sign. "I have never done this before," she confesses, unsure how to even begin doing that.
"That's okay," Clarke replies, secretly having hoped this would be new for Lexa. She has done this a few times and of course she'd love to help her. "I'll give you a hand, both even."
Lexa contains the urge to shake her head at Clarke's naughty smile. She follows the girl inside and takes a seat when Clarke gestures at one.
"Okay, so I'm just... going to," Clarke explains awkwardly as she sits down behind Lexa. She moves her hands slowly from Miss Woods' shoulders, down her arms, until she reaches her hands.
Lexa can tell that Clarke is enjoying this. The girl feels warm, all pressed up against her back. She's relieved that it's not the other way around because she doesn't want Clarke to feel that she's different from most women.
"Take a deep breath," Clarke whispers, kissing Lexa's neck as she runs her hands back up her arms, slowly to her shoulders. "Relax," she says, kneading Miss Woods' shoulders, feeling how tense she is.
Lexa would find it significantly easier to relax if Clarke's hands wouldn't be over her like that. She puts her hands on the clay, feeling the girl moving her hands down her arms again until they reach her hands to help her shape the clay as the machine is on.
Clarke tries to cover up a laugh when Lexa's hands slip, causing the clay to be quite deformed.
"I thought you were going to help me, Clarke," Lexa says, hearing the girl giggling quietly.
"You're right," Clarke replies, moving her hands up and down Lexa's arms again. She can get used to doing this. "We could switch places if you want," she offers. "Then you can place your hands on mine and feel how I do it."
"That won't be necessary," Lexa says, needing to decline Clarke's offer. "I will manage."
Clarke tries to be serious again as she helps Lexa shape the clay. "I know you have cousins, but do you have any siblings?" she asks, wanting to get to know Miss Woods even better.
"No, I have always been an only child," Lexa answers, which was okay with her. "Anya is my cousin, though she feels like a sister to me."
"I was used to being an only child and when I heard about Tris and Aden I wasn't happy at first," Clarke says, wishing she wouldn't have reacted so negatively back then. "I was jealous because I felt like my dad had replaced me. By now I know better."
It amazes Lexa how open and honest Clarke speaks about her feelings. She can't picture being that vulnerable, although she would say she has already shown some vulnerability around the girl. "You were his only child and you struggled with the reality of having to share his love with others," she says, which is what she grasped from what Clarke said.
"Yeah, I did," Clarke confirms, because that's what it was. "I was worried he wouldn't love me as much anymore as he always did. I worried I'd have to compete with Tris and Aden, and it didn't help at the time that they lived in his house while I've always lived with my mother."
"This must be the most crooked pot ever," Lexa says when they're done. "I thought you had done this before."
"I was a little bit distracted by your beauty," Clarke replies, smiling as Lexa's lips part just a little bit. "If we wash our hands we can go to the next place."
"Almost," Clarke whispers. "I'll tell you when."
Lexa keeps her eyes closed, which is not an easy feat because she has to trust Clarke to guide her to make sure she doesn't trip or bump into something. More than one activity truly isn't necessary and she wouldn't want the girl to have to pay a whole bunch of money for their date. She would have been content with a cup of coffee.
