Jan 31, 2018
The fic game, something's electric: They eat slightly overdone paella on the tiled floor of the kitchen, hair messy and clothes haphazard and strewn about the room, smiling around bites of food like goons. "What?" Clarke catches Lexa looking at her with a certain sweetness. There is a hot blush that creeps up the back of Clarke's neck. "You're beautiful," Lexa says quietly.
These two idiots are in LURVE and finally getting some after the interruption that morning felt better than it should have. Plus the wild kitchen sex? Yeah. They’re feeling pretty good, pretty soft on one another. Plus, Lexa loves getting Clarke some real food after her long, long shift. She takes pride in it.
