Chapter 4
PROMPT: Anything Clexaven.
Rubbing at her tired eyes, Raven shuffles lazily into the already packed bathroom. She skirts around Lexa who is posted at the sink brushing her teeth, and sighs as her pajama pants hit the floor and she drops heavily onto the toilet next to the shower. Steam billows out from behind the navy curtain, a pleasant warmth surrounding her, and Raven closes her eyes as she sits and listens to Clarke’s gentle humming through the curtain.
“My bladder is stupid full,” she groans. “I had a dream that I pissed myself and woke up in a panic.”
Clarke’s humming breaks around raspy laughter. “Thanks for not peeing in the bed, Raven.”
“You’re welcome,” Raven says, too tired to even bother moving from the toilet despite being finished with her business. “Why did we book a flight at negative o’clock in the morning? I want to die.”
Lexa spits her toothpaste into the sink, quickly rinses out her mouth, and turns to Raven. “It was your idea.” Leaning down, she runs a hand through Raven’s messy hair and plants a kiss on the top of her head. “So no complaining.”
“Liiies,” Raven hisses as Lexa turns and heads out of the bathroom. She finally forces herself off the toilet but leaves her pants and underwear on the floor. Stripping off her shirt, she adds it to the pile and clumsily climbs into the shower with Clarke.
Raven yawns as she crowds Clarke, resting her cheek against Clarke’s wet back and wrapping her arms around Clarke’s waist. “Did you hear that?” she mutters against droplet-covered skin. “The audacity. I would never.”
“Except you did,” Clarke says, laughing and turning to face Raven. She slicks her blonde hair back out of her eyes before wrapping her arms around Raven in a warm, wet embrace. “You told her to book the first nonstop flight available.”
“Yeah, but I meant the first nonstop flight available at a reasonable hour.”
“Six AM is reasonable to Lexa, babe.”
“Remind me why I love her,” Raven grumbles, and Clarke laughs.
“How about I remind you of who has the plane tickets?” Lexa’s voice breaks through the sound of rushing water, and Raven’s lips split with a grin. “I hope I don’t accidentally lose one so that only Clarke and I are able to enjoy this vacation.”
Raven shifts out of Clarke’s arms, wipes the water from her face, and peeks out from the edge of the shower curtain. Lexa stands in the open doorway of the bathroom, arms crossed over her chest, and an amused smirk tugging up one corner of her lovely mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” Raven says, and Lexa rolls her eyes.
“We’re going to be late, you two,” she says before turning and heading out again. “Hurry up.”