Serene would be the word Clarke would use to describe it. All soft kisses and quiet hums of content. Neither really talking in more than pillow-muffled whispers.

Clarke finds out that Lexa's a tummy sleeper and something about learning that secret is just... It just feels like something precious to know. And it's all good and well because laid like that, she's like an open canvas for Clarke. The full expanse of her back on display, looking deliciously bronze-kissed in the early sun.

When she drifts off sometime between the first songbird calls of dawn and when the sun rises over the trees, Clarke lets her sleep. Spending the hour or so Lexa lays snoozing in tiny huffs and barely-there snores just watching her. Soaking in the moment. Nestling close enough to feel her every breath, a leg thrown over Lexa's thighs as her hand traces circuits from her shoulders to her bottom, drawing landscapes and mountain ranges and whole universes worth of stars with her palms and fingertips. All intertwining and stretching from the high cliffs of her shoulder blades to the twin dimpled valley of her ass.

When Lexa finally stirs and hums in a happy little groan, well that's all the invitation Clarke needs to inspect her work.

She slips further on top of her. Blankets Lexa with her whole body and breathes in the sweat and soap of her hair. Rides the waves each bouncing laugh when Lexa tells her she's heavy... but shakes her head no when Clarke asks of she wants her to get off... She traces each invisible line of her drawings with her lips and tongue, and wonders if her love is enough to make them as permanent as her love is for this girl.

Clarke's hands follow her lips, caressing along Lexa's ribs, hips, and thighs, and before she totally realizes it they're somehow making love again. It's more heated than last night with Lexa apparently having found a second wind in her nap, and Clarke comes twice on her fingers and tongue before she's even managed to have breakfast.

She returns the favor in kind, licking remnants of sticky sweet syrup from Lexa's breasts and belly before declaring they both need to shower.

After making Lexa come yet again on the bathroom counter.

It's hard to focus on the whole mantra of 'wash, rinse, repeat' when all her brain keeps sputtering out are the images of watching herself fuck Lexa in the bathroom's giant mirror as Lexa's head tips back in ecstasy.

Dressing is a messy affair. All ridiculous kisses and handsy half-hearted attempts at actually putting on clothes, and when it's all said and done and they're standing at the front desk, Clarke's credit card has taken a 'Late Check-out' blow.

Lexa drives them back because, well, she's the only who's even sort of slept. Which is fair, considering Clarke seriously cannot stop yawning. But any thoughts of a cat nap fly right out of the window when she takes in just how good Lexa looks handling her car.

She's just so goddamn cute.

And adorable.

And the most bizarre kind of sexy in her hideous sweater from the night before. Looking downright erotic every time she checks and then double checks all of her blind spots and religiously uses two fingers to flip her signal. They ride back in pleasant silence. Just the wind and the occasional secret smile passing between them as Lexa grips the wheel with one hand, the other rubbing soothingly at Clarke's thigh.

Clarke just leans against her headrest and feels utterly at peace in her droopy-eyed stupor, watching her girlfriend drive her shitty Honda back home.

They're on my mind too bby. I refound this picture the other day was hit with a hammer of MBFW feelings because my god what friend sends this to their friend??

Lexa.

Lexa, that is who. Just sends it for zero reason. With the h caption, "miss you..."

I mean they're just... they're so stupid. And I love them.

All their vacations and adventures together and how they've grown so much just from being in each other's lives. How literally every single step of their life has been spent wrapped up in each other for almost a decade??

From friends, to lovers, to a deeper kind of connection that still leaves them both somehow feeling like it's not enough, even when it has to be.

To realizing that that feeling really is just the fact that they've always needed each other in every way.

I mean bruh I can go all the way through to the thick of their marriage here.

Clarke picking photography back up when they have kids cuz, just like when they first started dating, she can't stop wanting to capture every minute of Lexa. And npw that she's a fucking milf??? Her hot wife and their chubby bub who is her mini shadow????

I think about these hoes too much 😩

It said PUG DON'T START THAT SHIT

Yes, either it's gonna be in the actual chapter or I'm gonna post it at the same time as a companion piece. Either way their first time is coming up!

If Clarke had been thrown in there with either of them Lexa would've found a way to make sure Clarke got her in chokehold

The "Oh nooOoooOoo I'm so vulnerable hope someone doesn't grab me from behind 👀" pipeline to "shucks guess my life's in danger now stay back Gustus I got this she's holding so me close I feel her boobs pressed to my back What am I gonna do now oh noooOoooOoo" woulda been slick af