Crawling Back To Your Bed
But she can feel Lexa as her lips find that spot right under her jaw that makes her breathe shake as she takes it in, and makes her body melt into the palm of her hands. She can feel Lexa as her hands slide across the soft expanse of Clarke’s belly and delicate fingertips brush across the sensitive skin of her waist. She can feel Lexa as she marks her for the first time in two months and parts from her only a moment to peel that large blue t-shirt she was wearing for bed off of her gorgeous body.
or a modern AU where Lexa Woods spends lots of time partying with her friends on Friday nights to take her mind of the fact that she's in love with Clarke Griffin and since she tried to end their no-strings-attached affair, Friday nights are lonelier then they used to be. But she finds saying she's done and actually acting on those promised words is a lot harder than she expected and finds that every Friday night she ends up crawling back to Clarke's bed.
"All my friends are wasted,and I hate this club.Man I drink too much.Another Friday night I wasted.My eyes are black and red,I'm crawling back to your bed."
Cold Coffee