"You got a key, mush head?" Raven asked after knocking on Clarke's door for the third time.
Lexa shook her head and slowly started playing with the hem of her hoodie, her eyes trained on the spot where Raven had knocked on the wood. "Why should I have a key?"
"Because she's your girlfriend and as much as I like the fact that officially, you're moving in with me, you're obviously living here." Raven grinned and reached into her back pocket.
"Uh…" Lexa started when Raven pulled out a credit card and did quick work on opening Clarke's door. Lexa watched with wide eyes and finally shut her mouth when Raven turned around to her with a shrug.
"You're welcome. And tell Clarke she needs to fix this because nowadays, this trick really shouldn't work anymore." She explained and with a quick wave, she turned to leave Lexa, whose eyes were glued to the knob of the now open door.
She reached out, her hand hovering over the knob for a few seconds, until she quickly pulled her hand back. A moment later, she took a deep breath and finally stepped inside.
"Clarke?" She whispered when she entered Clarke's bedroom, but the blonde didn't move. She was lying on her side, breathing heavily, her blanket pulled up to her chin, a thin layer of sweat covering her forehead.
Lexa shifted her weight and waited for another moment for Clarke to react, and when nothing happened, she hesitantly removed her shoes and sat down on the bed, crossing her legs beneath her.
Clarke woke up to a tickling feeling in her hand and immediately smiled when she opened her eyes to see Lexa, who was sitting in the middle of her bed, gently playing with her hand.
"Hey," the blonde croaked out with a smile and the moment Lexa realized Clarke was awake, she instantly let go of her hand. "It's okay, don't–" a coughing fit cut her off for a moment, "don't stop. It's relaxing."
The blonde sighed contentedly when Lexa took her hand again. "How did the chitchat go?" She asked and pulled at the girl's hand until she could kiss the back of it.
"What chitchat?"
"With the police." Clarke mumbled against Lexa's knuckles.
"It wasn't really a chitchat but it went well."
"Mh…" Clarke hummed dozily, "what's the outcome? Is he going to jail?"
"No."
The blonde furrowed her brows and opened her eyes a bit, enough to see Lexa. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"I won't press charges against him."
Clarke was awake in an instant. With the last bit of strength she had in her, she tried to sit up, but exhaustion kicked in halfway so she leaned on her elbows instead. "Why not?"
Lexa shrugged. "I don't want anything to do with him, and I think maybe he knows that, and maybe if I don't press charges, he'll just leave me alone?"
"Hm." Clarke said and scrunched her lips to one side while she considered Lexa's answer. "Yeah, maybe. It's just…" she huffed and plopped back into her pillows, "it's just that I would've felt better if he was, I don't know… locked up or something. Or at least a restraining order or something."
"Can we maybe not talk about this?" Lexa asked quietly, and Clarke's heart almost broke and melted at the same time.
"Of course, I'm sorry." She said softly and shifted a bit so she could open her arms. "Come here?"
They stayed there for a long time, Lexa's back pressed into Clarke's front, the blonde's arms wrapped around her waist. The feeling of the brunette's soft fingers gently playing with her own slowly but surely sent Clarke to sleep, but she didn't want to sleep now. Not yet, anyway. Not with her favorite girl in her arms. Suddenly, she remembered something.
"Hey Lex?" She mumbled into the back of her neck, eyes still closed.
"Yeah?"
"I've got something for you," Clarke smiled and pointed to her bedside table, "it's the poorly wrapped thing there."
She opened her eyes when she felt Lexa untangle herself and watched as the girl sat back up and reached out for the thin package.
"That's poorly wrapped indeed." Lexa noted and Clarke's smile widened, a blush creeping up her cheeks. The brunette peeled off the gift wrap and looked at the small canvas in her hands, taking a long moment just looking at the painting, before she let her right hand hover over it, careful not to touch it.
"You can touch it, you know." Clarke grinned and watched as Lexa shook her head, opened her mouth and shut it again when nothing came out.
"I wasn't–" her own cough interrupted her, "I wasn't really able to get up and go buy you flowers, but I wanted to give you something, so the only thing I could do really was paint you flowers instead and it–"
"I can't focus when you talk so much." Lexa interrupted her nervous rambling, and Clarke pulled her blanket up to cover her huge smile. The blonde watched as Lexa, finally, touched the painting, even if it wasn't more than a ghost touch really. Her slender fingers wandered over the small paint bumps, every swirl of the paint brush, and even the almost invisible pencil lines, until suddenly, a small tear rolled down her cheek.
Ignoring the dizziness, Clarke jumped into an upright position and cupped Lexa's cheek with one hand, before she gently wiped away the warm tear with her thumb.
"Please don't cry, Lex," she cooed and leaned forward to leave a kiss on her girl's lips, "why are you crying?"
She waited patiently and watched as Lexa continued tracing the lines and every little detail with her fingers, until the girl shook her head and ducked away in one motion, causing Clarke to let go of her cheek.
"It's just… people don't give me… things. I mean nice things…" Lexa shook her head again, trying to come up with words, "Gifts." she added quickly, visibly relieved that her brain was still working. "You shouldn't have… I mean it's so beautiful and you probably spent so much time on this and it's so beautiful," Clarke smiled when Lexa repeated herself, "and so… precious. You can't just give me something like that."
Clarke watched with a soft smile as Lexa was almost helplessly trying to express her thoughts, especially because she was talking nonsense.
"Lex" she softly interrupted her and took her girlfriend's hand before it could start fiddling with the edge of the small canvas. Not that Clarke would've minded but, judging by her reaction to a simple thing like this painting, she knew Lexa would scold herself forever and a day for damaging it.
She waited until she was sure Lexa was listening to her. "I wanted to give you something because you mean a lot to me, so of course I spend a lot of time on it, and it's perfectly fine because it's something that I love to do, and I want you to have it." She explained and left another kiss on her girl's lips.
"But it's so beautiful." Lexa tried again, and Clarke nodded.
"I had a beautiful inspiration." She grinned and fell back into her pillows, letting out a small laugh when Lexa furrowed her brows. She could practically see the wheels turning in the brunette's head.
"What was your inspiration?" Lexa asked slowly, still mesmerized by the painting in her hands.
The blonde stayed silent for a long moment, her eyes wandering up from Lexa's slender fingers, over her neck with the softest skin, up to her face, carefully studying every little detail from the thin brown circle around her pupil to the tiny mole on her lip.
With a smile, she reached out and gently tucked a strand of brunette waves behind Lexa's ear. "Oh you clueless little thing."
