Lexa didn’t have her forehead piece during the cuddling scene. Does anyone think about how that might have gone? Because I do. Maybe it was something like this…
Clarke has stripped both of them of their clothes. Slowly, methodically, taking her time to appreciate every new part of Lexa’s body that she bares. And Lexa? Oh, Lexa is just so pliant in Clarke’s hand. She is Clarke’s, she gives herself to her completely. And she is also so in awe of the goddess on top of her that it’s hard for her to even breathe. Her hands ghost over Clarke’s sides, barely touching, almost afraid that if she does, she will realize this was nothing but a dream. But Clarke leans forward for a kiss, and her body is heavy and comforting above Lexa’s, her lips soft and warm, Clarke’s taste intoxicating. For a reason Lexa doesn’t understand, Clarke wants her, and this is real.
Soft, mesmerized Lexa, so in love with Clarke. Nervous Lexa. Trembling hard into Clarke’s embrace, scared of letting go of the restraints that protected her heart for so long, scared of wanting something so intensely after years of deprivation. Of course Clarke notices. She captures Lexa’s lips for another kiss, deeper this time, staying there until she feels Lexa’s body relaxing a bit underneath hers. She gently cups Lexa’s face after breaking the kiss, smiling softly at the look of pure wonder in Lexa’s eyes.
“It’s okay,” she says. “Breathe… It’s just you and me. Okay, Heda?” Clarke jokes, and the hint of a smile indeed appears on Lexa’s face. But then, she takes one of her hands from Clarke’s waist and brings it to her own face. Clarke’s initial confusion dissolves when Lexa takes off her forehead piece, before going back to look at Clarke with bright, wet eyes.
“Lexa,” she whispers. “I’m just Lexa with you.”
