Lexa covers Clarke and herself with the sheet, their legs entangled as they're facing each other. She brushes her hand through her girlfriend's hair, who is smiling beautifully at her. "What's on your mind, my love?" she asks, unable to contain her curiosity.
"Mhmm, you," Clarke mumbles.
"I bet," Lexa whispers, returning Clarke's smile with one of her own. "What else is on your mind?"
Clarke sighs and thinks back of her art class and how she hasn't told Lexa yet. She was going to when she arrived at her house, but they got caught up kissing and one thing led to another.
Lexa frowns now that Clarke's smile is gone. "What's wrong?" she asks, running her hand up and down her girlfriend's arm.
"My art teacher is sick and there's a replacement," Clarke answers, nervously nibbling on her bottom lip. "Does Costia Cole ring any bells for you?" she asks, and the question hardly left her when she already gets her answer.
Lexa's hand stills as she casts her eyes down. That name does ring a bell for her and she had no idea that her ex was hired for such a position. Costia did have an interest in art, though nowhere near as passionate as Clarke's interest in it. Her ex was more of a hobbyist really.
"She's your ex isn't she?" Clarke asks, though she doesn't need to. "I hope she'll be gone soon. I hate how she hurt you."
"The past is gone now," Lexa says quietly. "Costia does not matter. She has her life and I have mine."
"It was stupid of her to let you go," Clarke replies, shuffling closer towards Lexa. "That's a mistake I'm not going to make," she whispers, wrapping her arms tightly around her girlfriend. "You're beautiful and amazing, and I'm not going to let you go."
"You do seem to cling to me like a koala," Lexa whispers, endeared. She puts her arms around Clarke, holding her close. "You're a sweet girl."
"Your girl," Clarke corrects, pressing a lingering kiss to Lexa's jaw.
"Yes, mine," Lexa confirms. "Mine," she repeats, kissing Clarke's nose.
"Can I claw your ex's eyes out for the terrible things she said to you?"
"There's no need for violence," Lexa answers, never having been one to condone such a thing. "I'm happy with you. That's all that counts."
"Okay, but I might glare at her until she gets uncomfortable," Clarke whispers, making no promises that she'll fully behave.
"Oh yes, your glares are very scary," Lexa whispers, smiling amusingly.
"Hey, I can glare if I want to," Clarke replies, poking Lexa's ribs. "I can be scary, especially when I'm angry."
"You look adorable when you try to look scary," Lexa says, disagreeing. "On Halloween you were very cute and sexy."
"That's only because you haven't seen me angry, which is technically your fault because I can't get angry at you, you're just too perfect."
"Oh I'm sorry," Lexa whispers half-heartedly. "Should I make sure you get angry with me?"
"If that happens I'd probably pin you down and fuck your brains out," Clarke answers bluntly.
Lexa gasps at that. "Angry make-up sex?" she asks, watching Clarke nod. "That sounds appealing."
"Mhmm," Clarke hums, trialing her fingertips up Lexa's thigh. "I'm not really all that tired yet..."
"We both have to be up early," Lexa reminds Clarke. "I wake up at five for my jog and I teach my first class at eight," she says while she casts a glance at her clock. "It's almost midnight, darling."
