“You leaned your forehead against mine and grazed the tip of my nose with yours as your lips moved toward mine. Before you kissed me, those hazel eyes locked with mine and lingered there, as if to convey what your words could not. The harsh edges of your narrow eyes softened. You looked at me like I was the most valuable treasure in the world, a look made me feel you were afraid of losing me. This didn’t happen often, but it always surprised me, a little like you. All I could do was kiss you back, inhaling slowly as I pressed my lips against yours. I still can’t explain the warmth that touched my heart when your eyes caught mine or the fluttering in my stomach when your lips finally met mine.”
I love the pretentious ass job titles Jeopardy gives to their constestants lmao? they just called someone a “game merchant” like just say he works at Game Stop and leave it at that
Clarke and Lexa, falling in love in coffee shops and fucking on trains in public. #LivingTheirBestLives
“Well, that’s it for me, then, my third strike and I’m out. I’ll be fired by noon.”
Lexa’s lips twitch with her effort to suppress a smile. “What were your other two strikes?”
“First strike was for neglecting my duties to flirt with pretty customers,” says Clarke casually, reaching out to tug on Lexa’s shirt collar; Lexa’s takes a sharp intake of breath as Clarke’s fingers brush against her neck, warm and soft. She forces herself to stay still as Clarke sweeps a thumb over the fabric to smooth out the crease. When Clarke pulls her hand back, she’s smirking in triumph. “I have no idea what they were talking about, though. I don’t flirt.”
Lexa swallows thickly. “I’d say any attempts at flirting would be negated by your failure to spell their names properly, though.”
Clarke sighs. “You’re right. I guess my strengths lie in my other skills.”
Lexa’s gaze shifts from blue eyes to the tempting curve of Clarke’s lips. “Like what?”
Clarke’s smirk grows. “Stick around and maybe you’ll find out.”
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