When the clock strikes one, Lexa kisses Clarke under the mistletoe she hung up. This is by far the best New Year's Eve she ever had because she is spending it with the girl she loves dearly who loves her just as much.
"Happy New Year, Lexa," Clarke says, nuzzling her head against her girlfriend's shoulder. It's an hour later than they should be saying this, but they were kind of busy around midnight.
"Happy New Year, Clarke," Lexa says, holding her girlfriend close. "I have a present for you."
"Mhmm, I have a present for you as well," Clarke whispers. She's still enjoying the after pleasure from the amazing sex they've had.
"Together?" Lexa suggests.
"Together sounds perfect," Clarke agrees. She retrieves the gift she has for Lexa and hands it over to her while her girlfriend hands her a gift.
Lexa gently rips the gift paper open. She smiles when she finds a gift card from a candle shop, which she will be putting to good use. There's a framed sketch of Clarke and her, sitting on a bench at the park. She will put the frame in her study so she can look at it often.
Clarke opens the gift Lexa gave her, which is a big box. It's too much and it's clear to her that her girlfriend is spoiling her. The gift contains artsy materials, a lot of them. There are pencils, paintbrushes, an easel, empty canvases, paint, sketchbooks, charcoal and a year pass for a museum.
"Thank for you this, Clarke," Lexa says, touched by the personal part of the gift. "You are so incredibly talented."
"I'm happy you like it," Clarke replies, smiling as she leans in to kiss Lexa. "By the way, you spoil me far too much."
"Art is your passion," Lexa whispers, willing to give Clarke so much more. "This is a minor gift."
Clarke flattens her palm against Lexa's chest. "Yeah," she says, gazing lovingly into her girlfriend's eyes, "I think you're right."
"How are you real?" Lexa asks quietly as tears prick through her eyes.
"I can ask you the same question," Clarke answers, circling her arms around Lexa's waist. "You're so beautiful, inside and out."
Lexa kisses Clarke's soft lips, placing both of her hands on her hips. "How about you go back to bed and I'll join you in a bit to sleep?" she suggests, pressing another kiss to her girlfriend's lips.
Clarke frowns and reaches out to grab Lexa's hands. "Why not join me now?" she asks, batting her eyelashes to try and convince her girlfriend.
"I would love to, but I want to do the dishes first," Lexa answers, thinking of how messy it'll be tomorrow if she leaves it.
"You thought I'd let you do the dishes all by yourself?" Clarke asks, her eyes widening as she takes a step back. She shakes her head and makes her way towards Lexa's kitchen. "Do you prefer washing them or drying them?" she asks while grasping a towel.
Lexa wouldn't have minded doing the dishes alone because it's late and she knows that Clarke is tired, which is partially her fault from the sex they've had. "I take it you prefer drying the dishes off," she says, smiling as she gestures at the towel her girlfriend took.
"You're not wrong, but I'm fine with either," Clarke replies, tossing the towel over her shoulder. "At home I'd usually dry the dishes, but whenever I had to wash them I'd wear gloves because I hate how my hands get all wrinkly in the water."
"You and I are not so different," Lexa says as she reaches under her sink to retrieve gloves.
"Chores demand music," Clarke says, fishing her phone out of her pocket to play some music.
