Aaaaaaand I am now a Beta-reader, as of last chapter. Please feel free to ask me, I would love love love to betaread stuff.
Clarke sighed contentedly and nestled further into the crook of Lexa's neck, making Lexa shiver as Clarke's hot breath rolled over her skin. Opening her eyes, Clarke was greeted with the smooth expanse of Lexa's back, covered in beautiful, swirling tattoos. Grinning slightly, she dragged cool fingertips across the skin, gently tracing the outline of each one. Lexa bit her lip as Clarke's fingers passed dangerously close to a delicate patch of skin on her side, holding in giggles. Clarke felt her tense and watched the shiver ripple through her.
"You have cold hands," she said, by way of explanation. Clarke grinned again.
"I guess you'll just have to warm them up then," and she placed her hand on Lexa's side, against the warm skin that tingled at her touch. Lexa gasped at the unexpected contact and squirmed slightly, clamping down on the smile that threatened to surface.
"You have very cold hands," she grumped. Clarke rubbed the offending hand up and down her side, and Lexa jolted and yelped.
"That tickles, you know," she told Clarke once she had recovered. As soon as she said those words, she regretted them. She could practically hear the smirk growing on Clarke's face. Lexa steeled herself.
"Oh really?" Those two words were all it took to make Lexa very, very afraid.