i'll give you the moon

"What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary."
"I'll take it. And then what?"
"Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?"
She watches Clarke mouth the words, and she is fascinated.
She knows exactly what her siblings would say. You're soft, they'd chortle. Big Bad Lexa, all soft for a girl. And that's precisely the point.

Clarke and Lexa are forced to stay overnight in their hotel on Christmas Eve, because of the snowstorm outside.
It's a problem for Clarke - she has her Christmas traditions and there's only so much she can do in a hotel room.
It's a problem for Lexa, too - for entirely different reasons.
Cue the soppy gay pining.