Domestic Bliss
Lexa checks the list in her hand once more, eyes furrowed as she searches for “powdered sugar” amongst the words written in a combination of her regal block letter print and Clarke’s physician scrawl. Her eyes finally find what they’re looking for and Lexa welcomes the tiny sense of accomplishment she receives when she scratches the item off the list with overly vigorous pen strokes.
Clarke walks up the aisle and deposits an armful of items into the shopping cart, some of which Lexa had asked her to find and others the obvious result of her shopping on an empty stomach. Lexa can’t help the half smirk that forms on her lips or the warm sensation that follows when Clarke sidles up next to her as they begin to push the cart in tandem.
“What’s left, babe?” Clarke asks as she eyes the vendor giving away free samples of specialty jams spread on tiny crackers. Lexa scans the list once more and as she opens her mouth to speak, Clarke holds a cracker up to her lips. “It’s blueberry pomegranate preserves.” Lexa leans forward slightly and accepts the sample into her mouth, which has just the right balance of sweet and tart. Clarke’s thumb trails over her lips to swipe a bit of the sticky sweetness away, which she then brings to her own mouth to suck clean. Lexa impulsively adds a jar of the preserves to the cart.
As they continue to walk through the store, Lexa finally finishes her earlier thought, “The only thing left on the list is fresh fruit to for the fruit tray we are bringing to the ‘Framily’ dinner tomorrow night.” The monthly gathering of friends and family has become a much loved ritual in their circle, but after several failed attempts at more substantial dishes, Clarke and Lexa are now only responsible for simple side items and the occasional dessert.
As they enter the produce section, Clarke heads toward the large displays of bulk fruit, while Lexa peruses the berries. Lexa hears Clarke approach from behind, the sound of keys dangling from her belt loop a dead give away, and Lexa’s body relaxes involuntary in response to the close proximity of her partner. “Lex, wanna check these out? See if they’re what you want.” Lexa turns around to see Clarke holding two large cantaloupes level with her chest and sporting her signature mischievous grin.
Lexa furrows her brows a bit playfully as she swallows a laugh, and steps forward to grasp the melons and give them a testing squeeze. She winks and lowers her voice to a more sultry octave, before responding with “Your melons are perfect, baby. They are exactly what I want.” They share a giggle and Lexa places the cantaloupes gingerly into the cart. With the shopping finally complete, they check out and make their way home.
Once pulling into the drive, Lexa hastily parks and hops out of their steel blue Subaru Forester and heads to the trunk. She purposefully grabs all the bags with perishable items that need to go in the refrigerator and power walks to the door. Less than a minute later, she’s haphazardly shoved full canvas bags inside the fridge and freezer, and is standing at the threshold when Clarke leisurely strolls up to the entryway carrying the remaining grocery items.
There is a gleam in her eye that has Clarke doing a double take as she squeezes past Lexa with her arms full of groceries. As soon as the front door closes, Lexa steps in front of Clarke. Lexa takes slow steps forward, and Clarke counters with slow steps backwards, until her backside hits the door. Lexa advances still, bringing her hands up to touch Clarke. One takes a fistful of the worn university sweatshirt she’s wearing and the other slips between soft blonde tresses and skin to caress Clarke’s neck. Both hands pull their bodies closer together. Clarke let’s the groceries fall to the floor.
Lexa kisses Clarke hard, with a passion disproportionate to their previous activities. “You’re such a fucking sexy goofball.” Another kiss and a nip to Clarke’s kiss swollen bottom lip, “You were driving me absolutely crazy at the store.” Clarke smiles with a mixture of pride and lust and pulls Lexa even closer by her hips. They make out like horny teenagers, but when Clarke makes a move to change positions in an effort to take the lead, Lexa pulls away just enough to shake her head “no” and stills Clarke’s motion.
Lexa’s tongue wets her lips as dark eyes with barely any perceptible green dart down between their bodies. Deft hands lathe down Clarke’s body as Lexa kneels in front of her. Fingers work by muscle memory alone, as Lexa unbuttons Clarke’s jeans before dragging them down her smooth legs, panties in tow. Their eyes never break contact as Lexa caresses Clarke’s thighs with a gentle pressure that urges them apart. However, when Lexa’s tongue makes first contact, both sets of eyes flutter closed with pleasure. Clarke’s head falls back, thumping against the door, as her hands tangle in loose waves of chestnut hair, holding Lexa’s head right where she needs her.
Sometime later, enough that the sunlight that pours in from the windows has changed from bright white to soft gold, Lexa looks over at Clarke from her place on the living room floor. She absolutely drowns in the look of contentment on her lover’s face, before noticing the back drop of discarded clothes mixed with loose cantaloupes, packages of pasta and other groceries. She smiles to herself and then at Clarke, and makes her way to a standing position. Lexa extends a hand to Clarke and pulls her to her feet, “Come on, love, let’s put the groceries away.”