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“This is going to burn a little,” Lexa warned, holding the disinfection-covered cotton above Clarke’s hand. The blonde gave her a look, but smiled nonetheless.
“Really, Lexa? I study medicine, I know that since my nerve endings are exposed, and when they are stimulated-“
“Now you’re just showing off,” Lexa teased her to distract her from the cotton she placed over the cut. Cautiously looking into Clarke’s eyes, she cleaned it, but Clarke almost forgot about the stinging pain when she got lost in the green of Lexa’s huge eyes, “Does it hurt? How do you feel?” she asked once she removed the cotton.
“Like I wanna kiss you again,” Clarke admitted, grasping Lexa’s distancing wrist into her good hand. Lexa blushed, almost ridiculously as she bit at her lip to stop herself from grinning.
“I see nothing that could be possibly stopping you from that,” she replied, and without any further talk, the girls wrapped themselves around each other, completely forgetting about some wound. Clarke kissed Lexa deeply, shutting her eyes closed, curling her arms around Lexa’s waist, and since she was wearing nothing but her thin black blouse, the blonde could feel the heat radiating from the skin underneath.
Lexa opened her mouth into the kiss, breathing into her mouth, her head moving a bit to allow Clarke to lead the kiss. The blonde licked at Lexa’s bottom lip, earning a sigh in reward, and the older girl let her enter her mouth, their tongues fighting for dominance. Clarke was too hot in the small living room, with Lexa being so close to her, and slowly, she managed to pull the shirt out of Lexa’s high trousers and hastily, she placed her cold fingers on Lexa’s revealed skin.
“Is that okay?” she asked into the kiss, opening her eyes for a moment to see Lexa’s expression for any sign of discomfort. But the brunette had her eyes closed, her mouth open and her cheeks reddened, breathing heavily under her touch, nodding rapidly.
“Yes,” she sighed, “More than okay,” she captured Clarke’s lips once again, and this time, Clarke let her hands sneak under the shirt. Lexa flinched a little from the cold touch, but once she got used to it, she didn’t seem to complain as Clarke ran her fingers up and down her sides, stopping at the hem of her bra. Lexa leaned into her, slowly pushing down onto her, so in the next moment, Clarke was resting against the soft cushion of Lexa’s couch, resting her head against the armrest, Lexa laying down on her. The brunette moved her hands onto Clarke’s shoulders, tracing her fingers along her collarbone, and Clarke freed herself from under Lexa’s shirt and her hands found Lexa’s wild hair, falling into her face, and brushed them back, running her fingers through them. Lexa moaned slightly as Clarke massaged her scalp, and deepened the kiss even more, kissing her almost desperately, yet so slowly. Clarke sighed, her heart racing, her breathing getting stuck in her throat. She ended the kiss to find her breath once again, and took the time to appreciate the woman above her.
Lexa’s hair was a mess, falling over her eyes and her red lips, and her eyes were wide open, yet somehow curtained, glassy. Her cheeks were on fire and her chest was heaving, with her legs between Clarke’s, her knee just inches away from Clarke’s core. She was a mess, and Clarke is the one who made her feel that way, gasping for air, her hands resting on each side of Clarke. She smiled and lifted her head to kiss her again, pulling her down by her neck.
Lexa responded to the kiss eagerly, moving a bit to readjust herself, which caused Lexa to straggle Clarke a bit, and both women sighed out at the friction, so Lexa repeated the movement, pressing down onto her core, into her hips. Clarke felt it unnecessary for the both of them to wear so many clothes, so she grabbed at the collar of Lexa’s shirt. Unfortunately, in the process, she brushed her wounded hand through Lexa’s hair, and it managed to cut into her injury. She bit Lexa’s lip a bit while trying not to exclaim in pain, so Lexa pulled away, staring at her, wide eyed, confused and breathless. Clarke sat up, Lexa still on her lap.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, I just…” she extended her hand, showing her palm to the brunette, whose features relaxed in realization about what has happened. She immediately jumped off of the blonde, Clarke whining a bit at the loss of her weight on her, running into what Clarke guessed was the bathroom. Clarke was left there sitting alone for about half a minute, and then reddened Lexa retreated from the bathroom with band aids in her hands.
Concentrated on her work, she started wrapping it around Clarke’s hands, and judging by the way she was focusing, pursing her lips, she was trying to get it perfect.
“Trying to impress me with your first-aid skills?” Clarke wiggled her eyebrows, and Lexa seemed to shrink.
“A bit,” she admitted, trying to keep her voice confident and strong, but failing slightly. Clarke didn’t understand how she could make the tough woman from the gym this flushed and nervous. So she laid her other hand over Lexa’s, stopping her for a moment.
“Well, it’s working,” she lifted her hand to her lips and kissed her knuckles, looking up at Lexa through her eyelashes. Lexa opened her mouth, her chest rising rapidly, and tucking the end of the Band-Aid under the rest of the wrapping, securing it tightly in its place, she kissed Clarke again. Immediately, Clarke’s hands moved to the small of her back, her fingers spread, trying to get a hold of as much skin as possible. She was pushing into her to force her back onto her lap. The brunette happily obliged, crawling onto her lap, wrapping her legs around Clarke’s hips. They both got lost in the kiss, they got lost in each other, Clarke’s hands holding onto Lexa’s hipbones securely, leading the kiss.
Everything was on the right way straight to the bedroom, until the sound of paws against the floor caused Clarke to open her eyes and look over Lexa’s shoulder.
“Uhh, Lexa,” Clarke said in a husky voice, huskier than usual, “I think your dog is watching us make out.”
Lexa turned around on Clarke’s lap, still holding onto the blonde, and a smile spread on her face once she registered the black and white Border collie sitting in the doorframe of another room, wagging its tail.
“Nightblood” she called after the dog, and it limped towards her, its tongue hanging from its mouth. Lexa bent a bit to pat the dog, caressing its cheeks, and leaned down to kiss its nose, “Clarke, that’s Nightblood, Nightblood, Clarke,” she introduced them, completely seriously, and it was so cheesy Clarke had to laugh. Lexa shot her a look, but the blonde ignored her and actually extended her hand towards the dog.
“Nice to meet you, Nightblood,” she said, and the dog actually gave her its paw into her palm. Lexa laughed a bit, rubbing the dog behind its ears. Nightblood was staring at Clarke, and Lexa smiled at her.
“Seems like she likes you,” she commented warmly, getting off of Clarke’s lap once again, much to the other girl’s disagreement, and patted the spot on the couch next to her.
The dog tried to jump on it, slowly managing to get up. Only then did Clarke notice the grey hairs around her eyes and nose.
“So since I have the dog’s approval, does it mean I can say I like you?” she joked, but the smile she put on reached her eyes. Lexa’s features softened as well, and she placed her hand on Clarke’s cheek.
“ I like you, too, Clarke,” she kissed her once again, and just when it was starting to get too much with the way her fingers travelled over Clarke’s knee, the younger girl grasped her hand to stop the movements.
“Lexa, as much as I’d love to carry on,” she breathed out, “I can’t make out while your dog sits next to us. I feel like I’m being watched, and I’m not into that kink,” she explained at the hurt expression the brunette put on. Lexa nodded her head, raising her chin.
“Okay, maybe we can watch movie instead?” she prompted, “Anya is staying over at Raven’s place tonight, so I suppose you don’t want to run onto them,” she smiled nervously, “You could stay the night.”
“Okay,” Clarke agreed, putting her arm around Lexa’s neck, who smiled back at her, “I’d like that.”
And that’s how the three of them ended curled up on the couch, with Nightblood’s head resting on Lexa’s lap, Lexa’s one hand patting her head, the other one put around Clarke. Both girls resting their head against each other, watching Carol in the room lit by candles. That’s how about halfway into the movie, Lexa fell asleep, falling into Clarke’s arms. Clarke chuckled as the girl’s head fell onto the blonde’s stomach, and curled herself around her torso. She bent down to kiss the top of her head, and then brushed her fingers through her brown hair, leaning her head against the couch, closing her eyes as well. And that’s when she fell asleep, with Lexa tightly in her arms, their fingers entwined on Clarke’s chest. Clarke has never felt better than in this moment. She smiled, closing her eyes as well and she fell asleep with Lexa warming up her skin.
She woke up to the feeling of something wet and sticky licking at her face. Frowning a bit in her half-awake state, she wondered what the fuck was going on, because Lexa definitely wasn’t that kind of kisser last night. Almost fearing to open her eyes, she finally managed to take a look on the cause of the saliva currently drying on her cheeks to find Nightblood staring at her with utter joy and excitement, her tongue dangling from her mouth. Clarke smiled, reaching out her hand to pet her head, rubbing her ears.
“Morning, Nightblood,” she grinned, stretching on the couch. Needless to say, it was one of the most comfortable couches she’s ever fallen asleep on, and she wondered if it had something to do with the fact that it smelled like Lexa, “Where is your Mistress?”
She was a bit surprised to actually see the dog turn around on the stop and trot somewhere around the corner, only to bark at something. A second later, Lexa’s head was poking out from behind the wall, her wild hair secured in a bun, a smile on her face. She no longer wore the figure-hugging leather from yesterday, instead, she was dressed in simple torn jeans, white shirt and holy shit, an apron. Fucking apron. And in one hand, she was clutching a spatula, and in the other, she held a salt caster.
“ Hello, Clarke,” she put both objects aside and dusted her hands off into the apron, patting Nightblood on her head and following the dog towards Clarke, “I hope you don’t mind me letting you sleep for a bit longer. But I texted Raven and apparently, you don’t have any classes until eleven today, so I thought it might help your recovery if you sleep for a longer amount of time.
“Lexa,” Clarke raised her eyebrows, “It’s a small cut, it’s not like I amputated my whole hand.”
Lexa smiled, brushing some of her hair that fell from the bun behind her ears, “Well, in that case, I let you sleep just so I could wake you up with some scrambled eggs,” she gestured towards what Clarke guessed was the kitchen, and soon enough, Clarke noticed the smell of onions and eggs in the air filling the apartment. Sniffing, she jumped off of the couch and walked into the kitchen to find a huge plate of eggs, accompanied by some cucumber and fresh bread served in front of her. She eyed Lexa, who just shrugged.
“I woke up soon, so I took Nightblood for a walk, bought some bread and cooked breakfast.”
“It’s 8 in the morning,” Clarke noted, “You’re officially the best morning person I’ve ever met.”
Lexa smirked at her, pulling out a chair for Clarke, “I’m a chivalrous person,” she explained, waiting for Clarke to claim her seat. As soon as the blonde did so, she handed her a fork and a glass of juice (And by now, Clarke wouldn’t even be surprised if Lexa squeezed the oranges out herself) and sat down across from her by her own plate of eggs.
“Thank you, Lexa,” Clarke smiled, taking her first bite, and then her eyes rolled into her skull, “Ohmygod,” she moaned around the fork, “This is better than the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“People tend to say that,” Lexa agreed, “Which is a bit sad.”
“Lexa, you’re the Queen of scrambled eggs,” she breathed out, stuffing her mouth with yet another bite. Lexa raised her chin in the Ohh, I know I am manner, but her red cheeks betrayed her. She made Lexa flushed. Again. And she was fucking proud of it.
“I like to think I’m the Commander,” Lexa took a sip of the orange juice.
“You’re whatever you want, for as long as you keep doing these eggs.”
“Are you only using me for my eggs?” Lexa tilted her head, grinning, “Because it seems like all you ever talk about are my cooking skills, and not my kissing skills.”
Clarke stood up from the chair, approaching Lexa and bending down to kiss her. Lexa relaxed under her lips, her hand immediately flying up to curl around the back of her neck, pulling her closer to her. Clarke put her hand around Lexa’s waist and once they pulled away, Lexa was red again.
“You’re the Queen of kissing, then,” Lexa sighed, and Clarke, feeling a bit weak herself, nodded a bit.
“I think we would make quite the power couple,” she commented, and that’s when both girls shared a small smile and then burst out laughing, until they settled in back into the comfortable silence only interrupted by the clicking of forks against plates and chewing. None of them minded the silence, quite the opposite.
Once Clarke was finished with her food, she put the plate in the sink and started washing it, until she felt strong arms grab her arms and secure them in place. She turned around to face Lexa, way too close.
“Don’t wash it, you’re the guest,” she didn’t let go of Clarke’s arms, her eyes burying in blue ones, “Just go get ready for your class.”
“I’m not letting you do all the work after that amazing service,” Clarke protested, determined to finish what she started, but then Lexa’s hands stilled hers against her sides and Lexa forced her to stay in place, yet her touch still managed to be gentle and sweet.
“Don’t then,” the corner of her full lips twitched up, “Let Anya do it instead when she comes back.”
“Wicked,” Clarke grinned, kissing Lexa shortly, mostly just pecking her, “I like it.”
“Noted, Clarke,” Lexa smiled against her lips, letting go of her arms, kissing her once again. After they both ran out of air, Clarke cleared her throat, pushing Lexa away a bit. At the hurt and disappointed expression equal to the face of a pouting Kim Kardashian on Lexa, Clarke had to chuckle at her adorableness and leaned in for one short kiss.
“As much as I’d love to stay and just kiss you for the rest of the day, I need to get home and get ready for my class,” she explained, brushing some of Lexa’s hair out of her face and caressing her cheek, “But I definitely hope we can repeat this soon.”
“Me too,” Lexa agreed, her hand brushing against Clarke’s back, “Perhaps you could come to my class on Tuesday,” she proposed with hope in her voice.
“Perhaps,” Clarke shot back, grinning, “Sounds good to me. If you’ll find some time for me, that is. I’m not that hyped about Krav Maga,” she admitted.”
“I have more than one class to teach, Clarke,” Lexa told her while turning around to take her own plate from the table and put it in the sink for Anya to clean, “You could always come to my Jiu-Jitsu classes.”
“And what is that?” Clarke frowned, “Because I’m sure I’ve never heard of that food,” she grinned while running her fingers through her hair to comb them a bit.
“It’s one of martial arts,” Lexa explained, shrugging, “But I could always teach you more about the history if you came there.”
“I see,” Clarke cocked her head, biting her lip, “Do you just want to show off in front of me, Lexa? Because you’ve impressed me enough with your cooking skills. And your ability to take annoying guys down for me.”
“I just want to spend time with you, Clarke, the brunette answered honestly, smiling a bit, almost hesitant, and impossible warmth spread through Clarke’s body. She smiled back at her, and leaned down to kiss her once again, savouring the taste of her. She pulled away only to look into her eyes and say:
“I would sweat for a week straight if it meant spending more time with you,” she answered her, leaning down to kiss her again.