Lexa positions her guitar, hoping she won't sound too rusty. "Which song would you like to hear, Clarke?" she asks, adjusting the strings.
"Anything, really," Clarke answers, placing her elbows on her knees while resting her face in her hands. "I just want to hear you play."
"Very well then," Lexa replies, getting ready to play. It makes her smile how Clarke looks like she can't decide between looking at her or looking at her guitar.
Clarke is expecting Lexa to play guitar and nothing else, but when she opens her mouth to sing she is stunned.
Hold
Hold on
Hold onto me
'Cause I'm a little unsteady
A little unsteady
Clarke hears how raw and honest Lexa sounds and she has a feeling that song wasn't a random selection. She will gladly hold on to her anytime she wants her to. It strikes a chord within her to hear the way Lexa's voice cracks the slightest bit when she sings she's unsteady.
Hold
Hold on
Hold onto me
'Cause I'm a little unsteady
A little unsteady
Momma
Come here
Approach
Appear
Daddy
I'm alone
'Cause this house don't feel like home
Clarke knows that Lexa's mother left, which is awful and she can't grasp how a parent can abandon their child. If she would ever have children she can't imagine herself ever abandoning them. Those who left Lexa are dumb and are missing out on this amazing woman she's getting to know better as time goes on.
If you love me
Don't let go
If you love me
Don't let go
Lexa doesn't get any further than that because she's cut off by Clarke's lips, which she doesn't mind. She holds on to her guitar with one hand and brings the other up to the girl's cheek. When she kisses Clarke she feels a little less unsteady.
Clarke attempts to pour everything she feels into her kiss. She wants to be whatever Lexa needs, a friend, a lover, an anchor, anything.
Their kiss breaks when they both need air.
"We should go to bed," Lexa says as she gets up to put her guitar aside. It's late and she doesn't want to deprive Clarke of any more sleep. "I will get you comfortable pajamas."
"Just a shirt is fine," Clarke replies, not needing more than that to sleep in.
Lexa walks to her bedroom, followed by Clarke. She opens her closet to hand the girl a black shirt. "You can go to the bathroom first, I will wait."
"Okay," Clarke replies, accepting the shirt. "I won't take long."
Lexa sits down on the edge of her bed while Clarke is in the bathroom. She will sleep with a pair of long pajama pants and an oversized dark grey shirt. Maybe it's crazy that she went out on a date with the girl and that they kissed, but all of it felt right. She didn't apply for a job at Polis with the idea of getting involved with a student, because something like that couldn't be foreseen.
