#klarks

    a hand on her shoulder coaxed her awake, just enough to remind lexa that she was curled up in clarke’s lap. the last thing she could recall was her eyes closing around eleven, growing too tired to spend another moment awake. fighting it had been futile, from little pinches to her own arm to attempting to focus on the sound of the television. none of that had worked, evidently. her eyes opened slowly, chin lifting to focus on the blonde and what she’d said. it sunk in slowly, accompanied by a little stretch. 

    lexa nodded, reaching for one of clarke’s hands. she laced their fingers, pulling clasped hands toward her chest. with the other, she cradled a cheek, coaxing the more awake woman to lean down and give her the new years kiss they deserved. her tongue gently prodded, grazing lips and beyond before pulling away. a little late but, better than never. 

    ‘ i can’t think of anything. ‘   nothing needed a resolution. for once, everything seemed to be in line. except a few things...  ‘ except trying to stay awake long enough next year. or taking a nap earlier on. what about you? ’