"The water is going to be so cold," Clarke says as she stands on the dock. She's wearing a shirt and underwear, nothing else. The night has fallen by now and she very much enjoyed her first day here with Lexa.
"You do not need to go in it," Lexa replies, not wanting Clarke to get cold.
"You're right," Clarke says, smiling as she steps behind Lexa. "I don't have to go into the water."
"Clarke...," Lexa says, sensing her girlfriend is up to something. "Don't you dare," she warns. She's clad in a tank top and boxer briefs, which isn't all that warm.
Clarke can't resist the challenge and pushes Lexa mercilessly into the water. She already knows her girlfriend can swim; otherwise she wouldn't have risked it. The loud shriek she hears pleases her.
Lexa resurfaces, shivering in the water. "You are being very naughty, Clarke," she says, punctuating the k.
"Mhmm, naughty is my middle name," Clarke replies, grinning. "How does the water feel?"
"Why would I tell you when you can feel it for yourself?"
Clarke isn't prepared for what comes next.
Lexa grasps Clarke's ankle and yanks her into the water, which serves her right. "Wet again?" she asks teasingly when her girlfriend splutters into the water. "You can't seem to get enough today, can you?"
"Tease," Clarke whispers, putting her arms around Lexa's neck. "It's cold, but I think you can warm me up in no time."
"You seem very confident about that," Lexa replies, pulling Clarke closer.
Clarke's nipples which are hard and are poking through her drenched shirt press against Lexa's wet shirt clad breasts. "I am," she whispers, nudging her nose with her own. "I love you."
Lexa hums and ghosts her lips over Clarke's. "I love you too," she whispers, bringing their lips together.
Their legs are kicking under the water, keeping them afloat as their hands roam down each other's body.
"It feels amazing to be here with you," Clarke whispers. "Even though the water is kind of cold," she adds, smiling as Lexa rubs her arms to warm her up.
"We can go inside to cuddle up on the couch with a warm blanket and some hot chocolate," Lexa suggests as she swims closer to the dock. "You can choose a movie."
"You always let me choose," Clarke says, sighing quietly as she looks at Lexa. "It's your turn to choose and no excuses about it being my birthday tomorrow."
Lexa nods and helps Clarke out of the water.
Clarke lifts herself up on the dock and once she's on it, she reaches her hands out to pull Lexa up. "I like this look on you," she says, staring at her erect nipples.
Lexa takes Clarke's hand in hers as they walk back to the cabin together. She's happy to be here because their surroundings are quiet and peaceful. The nature has always had an appeal to her because nature simply is. Each season is beautiful in its own way, though her favorite is autumn.
"Hey," Clarke whispers, feeling how Lexa stopped walking to look around. "What's on your mind?"
"Few know how to appreciate something like this," Lexa whispers as she looks up at the stars in the sky. "There are many types of art. This nightly sky is art."
"Hmm, it is," Clarke agrees. She rests her head on Lexa's shoulder.
"My favorite season is autumn," Lexa shares, which she hasn't told Clarke before.
