"We're gonna be late" Clarke hears Raven holler at her from the front door. She wishes to call back a snarky comment but everything she is is devoted to worshiping the radiant girl beneath her. Clarke straddles Lexa with her arms on both sides of Lexa's head encasing the stunning brunette. The blonde bends her arms to kiss the girls cheeks then eyelids then the tip of her nose. Lexa releases a low whine but Clarke refuses to touch Lexa's lips. She rather moves to trail kisses down her neck and onto her slightly exposed collar bone. Clarke's hips roll into Lexa as her kisses turn to nips followed by her tongue to cool the sting. Lexa's impatient hands sneaks under Clarke's shirt and pulls the girl closer. Clarke's about to fulfill Lexa's wish by placing her lips to the other girl's when she hears her door slam open.
"You gotta be kidding me!" Raven yells at the occupied girls. Clarke reluctantly rolls off Lexa and faces the fuming Raven. "We're supposed to be at your mom's in 2 minutes. I support everything about this relationship except when it makes me miss out on food."
Clarke glances toward Lexa who attempts to appear put together with cool eyes and the upturn of her chin. She can't hide a grin watching red splotches bloom up her otherwise composed neck. Clarke whips her head back toward Raven and attempts to look sheepish offering apologies. "Give us one minute! We'll be right there," she request climbing off the bed. Raven rolls her eyes and walks out—leaving the door open. Clarke is on an exploration searching for a missing shoe when she feels Lexa behind her. She spins to find the girl a touch closer than expected. Lexa's heat radiates into her and God, does she want her.
"Hi," Lexa whispers with wide eyes.
"Hi, yourself," Clarke laughs leaning in to take the girls lips between her own when she's interrupted by Raven's scream of "I can see you! I will take your keys!"
Clarke sighs and places a quick kiss on Lexa's cheek before grabbing her hand. On the way to the door, Clarke stumbles over her lost shoe.
"You're late!" Octavia hollers at Clarke before running to throw her arms around her. The abrupt action forces Lexa's hand from Clarke's. Octavia begins to move towards Raven before noticing Lexa somehow hidden behind Clarke's tiny form.
"Lexa! This one's finally kind enough to share you with the rest of us?" Octavia asks before throwing an arm around Lexa's shoulder.
"O." Clarke gives the girl a stern look. "No teasing the guest." Lexa appears pleased by the other girl's remark though.
At this point, Lincoln's joined the group and offers Lexa a tight squeeze before moving to Clarke and Raven. The line continues in typical fashion with Bellamy following before Clarke reaches her mom.
Before Clarke can begin introductions, Abby smiles and questions "So, this is the girl who makes you smile at your phone?"
Clarke grins at her mom who pulls her into a quick hug. Once released, Clarke offers "Mom, this is Lexa."
Lexa puts out her hand to shake formally stating, "It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Griffin."
Abby, seemingly pleased, meets Lexa's hand and tells her to call her Abby.
Everything has a sheen to the night. Clarke feels like this must have been how everything looked before the fog took over. Maybe Lexa truly brought her the final steps. Clarke observes Octavia tell an animated story to Lexa and Lincoln while she finishes dinner preparations with her mom.
Before Clarke knows what's happening they are all gathered around the table. Abby begins the meal with her toast. "To the health and joy of all present." Clarke's grateful Abby does not use the time to embarrass Lexa or herself.
The conversations remains typical though none of the regular petty arguments even happen. Clarke doesn't notice because the only person she can see is Lexa. Clarke would have sworn the girl actually radiated light like an aura.
"So this is the girl your mom told me about?" Clarke's startled out of her Lexa study and turns to the end of the table. She nods unable to keep the stupid grin off her face.
Her dad stares into her eyes then smiles, "She makes you happy. That's all I ever wanted."
Clarke wakes with a start waking Lexa whose arm lays across Clarke's chest. Lexa shakes off the dream of drowning in a blood filled car and pulls some blonde curls from her mouth before peering at Clarke's face. Tears cascade down rosy cheeks yet, Clarke appears almost peaceful. Lexa moves her arm to wipe the tears and caress Clarke's cheek. Clarke shuts her eyes and a small smile sits on her lips. The girl appears to be remembering something. Without opening her eyes, Clarke speaks. "He liked you."
Lexa hums questioningly at Clarke not wanting to speak and break the moment. Clarke does not answer immediately but takes a deep breath. Lexa cleans the last tears remaining on her face. Clarke opens her eyes and gives Lexa a look which can only be described as adoring. "My dad. I dreamed of my dad. He liked you." Lexa snuggles closer to Clarke knowing no response is needed as Clarke adds, "It's the first time he wasn't a nightmare since his death."
Clarke sighs in content before leaning down to place a kiss on Lexa's lips. The kiss remains chaste with still sleepy lips repeatedly finding each other. The two doze until Clarke's stomach grumbles. They both release pent up giggles and Lexa hops out of bed. She pushes Clarke back onto the sheets and orders her not to move.
Walking to the kitchen, Lexa thinks back to the nightmare before she woke. Costia's blood filled the car and Lexa's screams echoed off the walls until the thick liquid swallowed her voice. Rather than lying in bed paralyzed by the pain of Costia's death, Clarke stopped the horror without even knowing. The blood was cleaned and forgotten by the joy Clarke brought to her. Lexa knows her hearts attached but if she had to pick a poison, Clarke's ecstasy tops the list.
Clarke learned something about Lexa the morning after her tell all—the girl can cook. And not just like a little omelet. Lexa prepared smoked salmon and eggs baked in an avocado. She somehow whips it up in less than 20 minutes to deliver to Clarke still half asleep in bed.
Lexa hands Clarke the plate and a cup of coffee then walks out. Clarke sits up a bit confused till Lexa returns with a plate and coffee of her own. Lexa pauses in the doorway and leans against the frame. She stares at Clarke with an unreadable expression. "What are you doing?" Clarke asks.
She attempts to look very serious but Clarke sees right through it. Lexa doesn't break her gaze but the corners of eyes crinkle and soften before she answers, "You're beautiful and I like looking at beautiful thing."
Clarke throws a pillow at Lexa but makes sure it lands a few feet short. No need to spill coffee and a perfect breakfast on the floor. Lexa deliberately struts to the pillow and turns around before slowly leaning over to pick up the pillow. Clarke knows she's mocking but takes advantage of the view. She lets out a low whistle as Lexa stands back straight.
"Cat calling is not okay!" Lexa snaps back while turning around with stormy eyes.
"Get your pretty little ass back in bed," Clarke yells with an eye roll.
"You think my ass is pretty?" Lexa questions with an eye brow raise and cheeky grin. Clarke can't stop the burst of laughter that escapes her lips as Lexa rejoins her in bed.