Love Bites

Nightly routine *

When you catch Lexa staring at you

The affectionate look she gives you after teasing you

"Do you need help removing your armor?" Lexa called over her shoulder. You didn't look up from the buckle you were working on.

"No, thanks. I do need you to help me get my warpaint off though. And my braids out too, please." You hear her murmur in agreement as she takes off her own armor. Her own hair is free of braids, but her warpaint is still smudged across her beautiful face.

You finally manage to get one buckle undone and start on another. You can practically feel her eyes on you. You smirk.

"You're staring, Lexa." A quick glance in the mirror confirms this. She holds your eyes before looking down. You drop the final piece of metal into the chest and turn to face her.

"I'm done." She hums and goes to retrieve a wet rag to clean your face. You sit on the edge of the bed you two share and she takes your chin in her free hand, holding it still as she wipes gently at your cheekbones and around your closed eyes.

"Lexa?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

She presses a swift kiss to your smiling lips and keeps rubbing your face.

"I love you too."

When she finishes, you take the rag from her and start on her own warpaint. Lexa's lips quirk when she sees your expression.

"What is it, niron?" She says teasingly. You rub her nose.

"I like your face." She lets out a little huff and grins.

"At this point in our relationship, I should hope so." She gestured to the clothes you two were wearing last night scattered on the floor next to the bed. You two had practically ripped them off of each other. Lexa smirked at the memory.
You whipped her with the rag and blew her a kiss.
Her stunned face had you grinning.

"You're such a shameless lesbian, Lexa." You laugh and scatter kisses on her confused face. She watches you cross the room and set the offending rag back into the bathroom. You skip back to her.

"Braids?" You sit cross legged in her lap on the bed while she runs her fingers through your hair. It feels amazing.
You smile mischievously to yourself. Her fingers are skilled at doing all kinds of things. Quickly, those oh-so nimble fingers have smoothed out the braids and begin playing with your hair.

"Lex, if you keep doing that I'm going to fall asleep in your lap." You warn. She kisses your neck.

"I wouldn't mind that so much. It's only a minor inconvenience." The joking tone in her voice teases you. You pull out of her arms and fake pout.

"I'm not that much of a bother am I?" You ask. Lexa rolls her eyes.

"No, Y/N. Just go put on your nightgown." With a fake glare you stomp to your shared wardrobe and miss the look of intense affection on your girlfriend's face. When you're dressed you chuck her nightgown at her and it catches her in the face.
She sputters indignantly.

"What is it with you and whacking me with things tonight?" She asks, raising a brow. With a laugh you straddle her hips.

"Looks like the big, bad, Heda needs to change." You avoid her question and smooth your thumb over Lexa's cheekbone. Her hands alight on your hips. With a cheeky grin, you waste no time pulling her shirt over her head. She obediently lifts her arms and immediately grips your hips again when you leave her in her chest bindings.

"Pants." You demand cheerfully. Lexa bemoans letting go of you once more, but pulls off her pants and tugs the nightgown on. You return to your spot straddling her hips.

"Was that so hard?" You say sweetly.

"Yes." She grumbles. She squeezes your hips to show that she's tired of letting go. You push her shoulders down so she's flat on her back and curl up in her arms.

"I'm ready to sleep now." You state with closed eyes. Lexa strains to blow out the final candle.

"Reshop, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Lex."