Chapter 9
PROMPT: Things you said after we fell in love, preferably between Lexa and Raven.
The warm water is a relief as Lexa cups it in her hands and sinks her face into it. She carefully scrubs away her makeup, reveling in the comfort of the routine and of having a clean face. When arms slinks around her waist, she jolts.
“Clarke?” She drops her washcloth into the sink and blinks the water out of her eyes. When she turns around, though, she finds not Clarke but Raven, who quickly grabs onto Lexa’s shoulders and steers her to the toilet.
Lexa drops onto the closed toilet seat at Raven’s urging, and before she can ask what is going on, Raven crawls onto her lap, straddling her waist, and presses their lips together.
The attraction had been there since the beginning, but the emotions, the connection … it has taken a while to grow into the stirring and clenching Lexa now feels in her chest. When Raven pulls back, leaving Lexa breathless, she cups Lexa’s face and whispers, “I love you.”
It’s the first time she has said it to Lexa, the first time those words have left her eyes and traveled down to her lips, been given voice, and Lexa feels them in every part of her. Her fingertips tingle as she slides her hands up Raven’s sides and then curls them into her hair, pulls her back down into another kiss.
A throat clears from behind and they slowly break apart, lingering on one another. Lexa peeks around Raven to find Clarke leaning in the open doorway, a small smile on her lips, watching them.
“Dinner will be ready soon,” she says, and Lexa can see the joy in her eyes. She knows; she’s been hoping they would find their way here for months.
“Be there in a minute,” Raven tells her, and Clarke nods before turning and heading back toward the kitchen. Once she’s gone, Raven starts to slink off Lexa’s lap, but Lexa grabs her and pulls her back.
“Raven, wait,” she says, wrapping around her again.
Raven’s thighs press against Lexa’s, and their noses brush briefly as Lexa presses in again for another kiss. It is brief, soft, tender, and Lexa thinks it is the softest they have ever touched. “I love you too,” she whispers, and she means it more than she ever dreamed she would.