She's not dressed up like the last time he saw her. In fact, Clarke looks downright messy. She's wearing jeans and white t-shirt. Her clothes, arms and hands are covered in black smudges and its equally hilarious and adorable.
She's chasing a paper around the quad and looks absolutely manic. The wind is carrying the paper just out of her reach and it just so happens that said paper comes his way, landing on his face. As he's peeling it away, he hears "Hey that's mine…" He can hear her footsteps nearing when he removes it completely.
As soon as their eyes lock, she groans "Oh god." and rolls her eyes. "Why are bad things always happening to me when I run into you?"
"I don't think our last encounter ended badly. I found it rather stimulating, princess."
Her cheeks flush at the mention of how their last encounter ended but she recovers quickly. Crossing her arms over her chest and huffing in annoyance. "Ugh.. can I just have my drawing back?"
Now that she has identified the paper in his hand as a drawing. The black smudges make more sense (it must be charcoal) and he can't help but look at the paper more closely. She makes a dive for it as he brings it forward to inspect. He immediately pulls away, out of her reach. He must admit its a pretty impressive piece - a landscape of a forest. Its dark, a little eery but also enchanting. He's considering keeping it when a thought crosses his mind.
"What's this for?"
"My portfolio. I wanted to add something to it but the wind carried it away before I could finish."
"I think its perfect the way it is."
She bites her bottom lip. It looks like she's contemplating something and, possibly, trying to stifle a smile. He can't help but grin at her (it also provides him with more motivation to continue with his plan). He's not expecting what happens next but he's also not unhappy with the turn of events.
Because somehow she's edged closer to him, so close that they're almost touching. He's a little surprised and it must show because she smiles. Its breathtaking (and a bit mischievous?). She's on her tip toes now, inching even closer. She braces herself against him by placing her hand at the back of his neck and weaving her fingers into his hair. He can feel her breath glide over the skin just below his ear, "How about we make a trade?" Her lips ghost his jawline as she retracts herself and now she's looking up at him with wide eyes, portraying innocence when she knows exactly what she is fucking doing.
He swallows hard and stammers out "What… What did you have in mind?"
"A kiss and, this time, I'll be fully engaged." She licks her lips and continues, " Last time, I was a little unprepared."
He's not quite sure when it happened but his hands have gravitated to her hips and his fingers are grazing the skin between her t-shirt and jeans, pulling her towards himself. He's hoping its a clear sign that he is agreeable to her terms (in fact, he was planning a similar tactic).
"So a kiss for your drawing. I must have made an impression, huh, princess?" He can't help the remark. He's a cocky bastard after all.
It doesn't seem to phase her anyway, "No, I just know how to speak asshole." As she speaks, there lips are almost touching and when she finishes her lips land on his. It starts off chaste, a soft caress of lips. But he pulls her more firmly against him, biting her bottom lip then soothing it with his tongue. She uses the movement to deepen the kiss. She wasn't lying when she said she would be fully engaged. It's intoxicating. She's intoxicating.
He's not sure how long they've been kissing but, just like last time, they're both breathless when she pushes him away. It takes him a second to realize that she has somehow slipped the drawing out of his grasp and is holding it triumphantly.
She walks away this time - leaving him with a wink and a "It was nice doing business with you."
He barks out a laugh and responds, "Likewise, princess."