Is There Somewhere?

Hurt Me - Lapsley

                                                                          (11) Hurt Me—Lapsley

Clarke and Lexa were meant to meet with Lexa's father at 2:00 pm to discuss the painting Lexa wanted for him. But they were still tangled in the rumpled sheets for their hotel room. Clarke's fingers traced down the tattoo trailing along Lexa's spine absentmindedly, enraptured by the way the sun soaked into tanned skin.

She shifted a little, resting her head in her hand a little more comfortably. "If we want to make it to lunch..."

Lexa shushed her and rolled over, squirming closer to Clarke. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleepiness but the green in them still vivid enough to catch instantly. "Is it bad that I don't want to go?"

The way Lexa looked at her, with a glint in her eyes Clarke couldn't quite read, yet still made her stomach do backflips, sent a shiver down her spine. "It's not bad," she agreed and brushed a strand of curling hair out of Lexa's face. "But this is an important meeting."

"I guess," Lexa rolled her eyes, yet didn't make a move to get up.

Clarke was the first to finally move into a sitting position and ruin their fantasy. Once she was out of bed and in the adjacent bathroom, Lexa had no choice but to get up. It had been nearly two weeks since their initial kiss outside of the sandwich shop and they had adopted a sort of schedule. They didn't see each other every day, but about three times a week they either went out to lunch when Lexa's schedule was free or met directly at the hotel they had visited initially.

Without the warmth of Clarke's body keeping the bed comfortable, Lexa was forced to begrudgingly force herself out of bed. A few moments later, she was in the bathroom with a toothbrush.

"So what's your dad like, exactly?" Clarke questioned, raising her voice over the sound of the shower running. The water was warm and steaming, relaxing Clarke's tense muscles as she bathed.

"He can be a hard ass when it comes to business, so don't expect him to be all smiley. He's cold initially, but I'm almost certain he'll warm up to you," Lexa wet the toothbrush after placing the toothpaste on it, then placing it in her mouth.

"Oh, you think? Why is that?"

Lexa made a muffled noise while she brushed her teeth and watched herself in the mirror. She'd tossed on her button up before entering the bathroom, though didn't care enough to fully clothe herself. She rinsed her mouth and splashed water over her face. "Because you're pretty likeable."

"Oh am I?" Lexa could hear the smirk in Clarke's tone and the teasing note as well.

"You are, but don't get a big head about it." Lexa rolled her eyes and turned to face the shower, where the frosted glass blurred Clarke's naked figure. "Do you have questions lined up for him?"

Clarke scoffed and tilted her head back to rinse her hair. "Of course, I do. I'm a professional, Lexa."

"What do you plan on asking him then? He's not the most forthcoming guy, you know."

Clarke shut off the shower moments later and exited, wrapping a towel around her as she moved. It struck Lexa in that moment, as Clarke towel dried her hair, that this scene was very domestic. Her heart thrummed a little faster in her chest as she watched water drip from those blonde waves, over the curve of a pale neck and downward to get lost in Clarke's cleavage.