Tiny little one shot to accompany the social media for today.... Clarke's in the kitchen, when Lexa returns home from work. Submerged under the soapy water, her hands rinse and scrub Cam's bottles. Settling her briefcase on the table, Lexa makes sure to give Clarke a quick kiss in the crook of her neck, into which Clarke squirms, trapping Lexa's lips between her neck and her shoulder. "You look delicious," Clarke murmurs, her eyes looking up and down Lexa pointedly. "You've always liked me in my skirts. Do you even want me to change before we go out?" Lexa asks, still nestled behind Clarke, her fingers ghosting and tangling between blond strands. "No. I want to do naughty things to you, in that skirt, in the bathroom of the restaurant." "How naughty?" "I've been in love with you for 12 years, and you still make me soaked, naughty." "This wet?" Lexa asked flicking some water from the sink into Clarke's shirt. "Hey!" Clarke giggles. "I've just been waiting 12 years to get you into a wet t-shirt," Lexa explains, her fingers pushing into Clarke's hips, rolling them back against her. "I guess I've made you wait long enough," concedes Clarke, wrapping her fingers around Lexa's, giving her a warning squeeze. The girls are still here. "Where are my babies?" Lexa asks, releasing Clarke, giving her a quiet smile that means Lexa will have her way with her later. "In the playroom. Rae should be here in a half to watch them." "Sounds good. Want me to take over bottles, so you can get dressed?" Lexa asks just as Alia walks into the kitchen. "Mama," she says definitively, "Cameron is throwing up." Alia gives her mamas a pointed look to tell them it's not just the standard spit up. Then she raises her hands in surrender before slowly backing out of the room. The perfect pace so she's certain her mamas don't make her deal with Cam. "You call Raven, love. I'll go get Cam." Lexa determines, her hands stroking once down her skirt, the only indication of disappointment about their missed anniversary dinner. Clarke knows this after 12 years. When Cam is cleaned, and soothed, and sleeping lightly next to her mamas' bed that evening, Clarke finally lays down with her wife. She tentative as she rests against Lexa's prone form. "I'm proud to be your wife," Clarke tells her quietly, scratching across and under the tank top on Lexa's lean shoulder. Lexa gives her a warm and drooping smile. "I'll always be the most amazed that you chose to be my wife." Lexa responds tenderly. "I'm in awe of you every day, Clarke. And that I can be with you, and with Alia and with Cam," Lexa takes a stuttering breath, Clarke's hand working smoothly against the skin of her wife, "I'd never though I could have such happiness." "I love you, Lexa." "I'll always be in love with you, Clarke."
