Ya know what I always loved about them? How every kiss was different. Despite the fact that we got screwed out of seeing so many other iterations of their affection for each other, there’s still differences between each one that we did get to see. Hesitant kisses and hopeful kisses, slow and gentle and chaste. But there’s also passionate ones, open and long and deep, where they’re practically chasing each other’s taste. We got a devasted one, and one of relief, when Clarke thought she’d never get to feel her again. We even got one of them pressing smiles together, so ready to kiss again Lexa almost missed her mark entirely. Literally every single one feels so different.