Clarke is safe and warm, spooned against Lexa's back. She presses ever closer, tugging at the woman in her arms to come deeper into her embrace.

"Clarke." Lexa's voice is throaty, she's barely awake but a smile tilts her words. "You're overheating me."

"I'm cold."

"You jet packing onto me doesn't make you any less cold; you're just an ice wraith when you sleep." Lexa pushes the sheets from her front, patting a consoling hand on the arm Clarke secures around her waist.

Clarke hmmphs and snuggles below the covers on her side, and when Lexa tries to detangle from Clarke's hold she starts just heaving the other woman over her cold back as a makeshift blanket.

"You're freezing!" Lexa laughs as she pushes off the mattress, refusing to have her front apply directly onto Clarke's chilled back.

"I knooooow," Clarke groans into a pillow, hands swatting back to grab at Lexa, trying to coax her back, "c'mere."

Lexa laughs again; she smooths her warm hands up along Clarke's spine, over her shoulders and the back of her arms. Lexa shifts to straddles Clarke's hips; she ends her caress by tugging at Clarke's hands and holds the other woman's arms above their heads. She laces their fingers together to deter Clarke from grabbing for her again.

There's a pause.

"You're not going to stop there are you?" Clarke looks over her shoulder, grin on her lips, she arches off the bed a bit, pressing into the space between Lexa's legs.

Lexa gasps, gets jostled forward and pouts against the back of Clarke's nape. "I made plans for our anniversary."

"It's our anniversary, I have plans too." Clarke struggles until Lexa releases her hold, letting Clarke turn onto her back to leer up at her wife. "They mostly include you and me, in bed, more naked though."

"I suppose I could concede to a lazier morning than I had intended for us." Lexa watches, eyes hooded as Clarke's reaches for the top of her boxer shorts, pulling at the material until she is caressing the sharp angle of Lexa's hipbone.

Clarke slips her hand lower, tangles her digits through the curls between Lexa's legs before collecting moisture along her index finger. "You 'suppose' you could concede my ass, you're dripping."

Lexa looks away, out their window and faces the sunrise with a blush.

"I'm not going to move a muscle until you admit you would like it as much as me to blow off our morning plans if it meant having us between the sheets." Clarke lets her other hand settle on Lexa's firm butt, squeezing her fingers along the muscles that always draws a moan.

"Fuck." Lexa buckles a bit, hips thrusting forward to encourage Clarke's touch.

Lexa doesn't verbally admit to wanting a lazy morning but does reach one hand to wrap around Clarke's, pushing for more contact as she slowly grinds for pressure.

Clarke tugs her hand free and almost giggles at the exaggerated aggravation on her lover's face. A 'how dare you' if she's ever seen such an expression. She's quick to make amends, tugging Lexa's boxers off before laying back and quirking her brow. "Maybe I want you to ride something other than my hand?"

Lexa smirks, leans forward to press a kiss against Clarke's forehead before moving to kick off her boxers. "You sure?"

"My face is your throne."

"That's incredibly lewd."

Lexa finds it within herself to allow Clarke to pull her down against eager lips and warm tongue.

…

Clarke likes to be held by Lexa. They are about the same size and fit so well together she never wants to leave. But while the spirit is willing the body is weak and her stomach grumbles thrice until Lexa pulls away from their kiss.

"Come back, stay in bed."

Lexa stays, looks into Clarke's eyes with such boundless affection and love that her heart quickens.

The moment is interrupted once again when Clarke's stomach rumbles again and makes her wife laugh. "When I meant plans I had meant me going to make us breakfast to eat in bed."

"Okay, you can still do that."

"You'll have to let me go to prepare your food for your highness."

"I still want the food and I want to hold onto you too." Clarke tightens her arms and squeezes. "Last I checked you had the best seat in the house."

Lexa rolls her eyes and opens their bedside drawer, pulling out a protein bar to toss to Clarke. "If you won't let me go make our food then you'll have to settle for this."

Clarke squints at the gibberish on the wrapper, Lexa gets boxes of this stuff from another country and while Clarke could have pieced out the nutritional values she can't make out the name or even why the advertising team decided to cover the entire package with 1's and 0's. "What's with the futuristic design, is it some nerdy Matrix inspired campaign?"

"You can't make fun of my snacks and eat them as well." Lexa snatches the bar back and shoves it into the drawer. "I'm going to make us breakfast."

Before Clarke and squeeze her arms again Lexa is mercilessly tickling her sides until she curls away into the blankets laughing with tears in her eyes. "That's cheating!"

"You were holding me captive."

Clarke pokes her head up from the fortress of blankets, comforter and pillows and sticks her tongue out at Lexa before ducking back under when Lexa feigns coming back for another round of tickles.

Clarke hears footsteps heading into the kitchen and yells out, "when I said best seat in the house I meant my face!"

"You haven't even been on mine." Lexa calls back.