You were dozing off on the couch in your and Lexa’s apartment, the TV droning on quietly. You were awoken gently by the thump of someone sitting down next to you.
Not even bothering to open your eyes, you leaned over and fell into Lexa’s lap.
“Hi,” you mumbled. “How was work?”
Lexa wrapped her arms around you, her fingers running through your hair.
“Oh, the usual Friday night craze,”
she said.
You hummed in response and sat up a little bit to press a quick kiss to her lips. You pulled back and looked into her green eyes that were touched with fatigue. You kissed her again, reaching your hand behind her neck.
“You’re tired,” you said, pulling the hair tie out of her head, letting your hand drown in her long brown curls. Lexa smiled sadly and nodded.
“It’s not my favorite job.” She wouldn’t meet your eyes and looked to the wall behind you.
“It’s only temporary,” you said, shifting so your legs were straddling her hips. You ran your fingers through her hair, and kissed her forehead. “You are going to get that internship, you know?”
“Maybe... I don’t know—“
“You will,” you cut her off. “But for now, you can just cuddle with me.”
“I like the sound of that,” Lexa wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you closer to her. You both stayed there for a few minutes in comfortable silence as you rested your head on her shoulder. Then you finally spoke up.
“Let’s get you to bed,” you said, trying to slide off her lap. Lexa held you tight to her.
“Noooo,” she whined. “Stay.”
“C’mon Lex. More cuddles in bed.” She loosened her grip and you stood up and grabbed her hands to pull her into your bedroom. You helped her out of her waitressing uniform and into her pajamas, not being able to take your eyes off her toned body and curves.
“See something you like?” she teased.
“Oh shush,” you replied, though a soft blush had spread across your face. You climbed into bed and lifted the covers for her to join you. “C’mere.”
Lexa climbed in after you and fell into your outstretched arms. She laid her head on your chest and kissed the top of her head softly. You ran your fingers up and down the tattoo on her arm, sighing contentedly.
“Well this is nice,” Lexa mumbled sleepily, feeling warm and safe in your arms.
“Anything for you,” you responded. You felt Lexa’s breathing even out shortly after, and you felt your eyes drooping. “Night, Lex,” you whispered. “Love you.” Lexa murmured a response and you smiled before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.