#reblogging for reference#or future evil plans#or whatever = YOU MONSTER (i'm ready)
“God. We should totallytake a photo of us right now – wewould break the Internet!”
“Clarke,” says Lexa,struggling to get the sound out with Clarke heavy on top of her.
“I mean, look,” Clarke says, lifting her headtemporarily off Lexa to reach for her phone. “We’re trending. Have been allnight.”
“We’re sitting on yourcouch in our pajamas. I look like a mess – unlike some people, I don’t look nice disheveled.”
Clarke sticks her tongueout. “Whatever,” she says, pulling Lexa back up with her and tugging Lexa’shair loose from her ponytail. “You look finewith your hair down.” Clarke runs her hand into it once, pushing some of itaway from Lexa’s face. “There. Now come closer.”
“We’re still taking aphoto?”
Clarke holds her phoneat arm’s length. “Ugh, fuck it, let me climb onto you for a bit—there. Don’tmove.” Lexa puts a hand on her forehead to disguise just how flustered she is, and Clarke just grinssmugly at the screen before snapping it.
“There,” says Clarke,after a while. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Lexa breathes in –Clarke’s still so close. “Um, you’restill on my lap, actually,” she points out, and she freezes at the feel of Clarke pushing back against her. Too warm, too warm, too—
“This is actually quitecomfortable.”
Fuck.Lexaforces a laugh out, just to salvage themoment. “Get off my lap, Clarke.”
“Fine,” Clarke says,pouting as she slides off Lexa and onto the couch, phone in hand. “Uploading,uploading—done.”
“You should call Kane toinform him we’re wrecking the Internet tonight,” says Lexa, slipping her phoneout in kind to see what Clarke has posted.
