Clarke could barely resist the frustrated groan that threatened to escape her lips as Lexa stopped for the third time down the aisle. When her eyebrows creased that way, Clarke knew Lexa was thinking really hard—or doing math.
She had known it would be boring and tedious pushing the cart for her girlfriend, but Clarke had been ready to help in any way should could. Even after nearly a year living together, Lexa still wouldn't allow Clarke to help her shop for groceries. She had some weird compulsive need to do almost everything on her own. She also loved to save money and since she'd discovered the Target price comparison and discount app she'd gone a little crazy.
"Lexa, please don't do this again," Clarke finally groaned and leaned her forehead against the bar she used to push the cart.
Lexa was in the middle of pulling her smart phone out of her back pocket when she rolled her eyes at her girlfriend, "Clarke, you could have gone with Raven and Octavia. I could have done this on my own." She continued to unlock her phone and scan the salad dressing with the app. The fucking salad dressing, Clarke groaned out loud again.
The store was practically empty because it was seven o'clock on a Friday night. Clarke was certain they had received dirty looks from employees when Lexa had asked them if there were any unbruised bananas they could get. Lexa was crazy about her fruits.
Clarke let go of the cart and walked around so she was standing behind her slightly taller girlfriend. She slipped her arms around Lexa's waist and rested her chin on her shoulder, "I didn't go because I wanted to be with you."
Lexa sighed and turned her body so she could look at Clarke, "I know you think how I shop is weird, but it's worth it when you can save so much money and still get the good stuff. We both have student loans, you know."
With another groan, Clarke let go of Lexa, "Why couldn't we have done this tomorrow?"
"Because I have work tomorrow and it's your first day off of the night shift so I assumed you would want to rest the weekend away," Lexa finally put the avocado ranch dressing into the cart and cupped Clarke's face, kissing her nose lightly. "We're almost done, I promise."
They were definitely not almost done. Another thirty minutes past with them only adding maybe ten more items on the list Clarke had yet to get her hands on. Lexa wouldn't even let her cross things off. She's such a pain in the ass, she grumbled mentally.
Lexa stretched her body to reach something up on the top of one of the shelves and Clarke couldn't help but let her eyes wander. The tight pants Lexa was wearing really made her ass look good. Good thing she's my pain in the ass.
When Lexa turned back around, she noticed Clarke's expression. She always seemed to know what Clarke was thinking, especially when they were inappropriate ones. Lexa raised a teasing eyebrow at her, "Like what you see?"
Clarke only blushed slightly and nodded. "Yeah, and I'd like to see more if we could get out of here before midnight."
With an eye roll at Clarke's impatience, she put the item in the cart and continued on walking. Maybe with a little more sway in her step to draw Clarke's attention.
Finally, after nearly two hours of meticulous shopping, they were at the checkout. Not many people were there, only a few teens and college students loitering in the Starbucks. A couple of other, older people who looked like they belonged at Walmart stood in front of the couple as they unloaded their cart.
Clarke leaned over the cart as Lexa organized the groceries on the conveyer belt. She read through the headlining topics on the magazines before her eyes found the candy bars. Stepping closer, Clarke's hand reached out for the York peppermint patties but was slapped away.
"Ow, Lexa, jeez." She rubbed her hand and shot Lexa a hurt look.
Lexa grabbed her hand and kissed it quickly. "Sorry."
"I want some chocolate," Clarke pouted at her girlfriend, moving so she could stand closer to the girl. She wrapped her arms around Lexa's waist and leaned into her shoulder, pouting more. She knew it was difficult for Lexa to tell her no, but Lexa was a health freak—and even though Clarke loved her for it, it grew a little tiring when she had to hide her unhealthy food under their bed.
With an obvious exasperated sigh Lexa untangled herself from Clarke and leaned over, grabbing three York Peppermint Patties and a Butterfinger. Clarke raised an eyebrow as they were set on the conveyer belt without much resistance.
"Wow that was way easier than I thought."
Lexa chuckled and wrapped an arm around Clarke's shoulder, rubbing her finger tips over her upper arm in random, soothing patterns, "I just know you're probably starting your period soon. That's the only reason I got them."
Clarke rolled her eyes and slapped Lexa's stomach, "That Butterfinger is definitely not for me, I'm allergic to peanuts."
Chuckling again, Lexa stepped forward in line and nodded a greeting to their cashier before turning to look into Clarke's eyes. "Maybe I'm just planning on killing you so I don't have to deal with your smart ass remarks when I'm trying to grocery shop."
Clarke punched her arm and rolled her eyes, unable to restrain the smile on her face, "You're such an ass."
Lexa only chuckled and the two separated so Clarke could place the slowly filling bags into their cart. Once they were finished, the two exited Target and loaded their groceries into the back of Lexa's Prius—the girl was all about efficiency in every aspect of her life.
During the drive, the two girls sat in comfortable silence. Clarke closed her eyes, her constant working of the night shift at the hospital was really beginning to take its toll on her body. But when her phone vibrated, she lazily unlocked it and blinked at the sudden brightness.
Raven: We miss you guys. Come hang out with us!
An instant later another message appeared, this one from Octavia.
Octavia: You bitches need to stop being so domesticated. Get your asses to Polis!
Clarke chuckled and read them out loud to Lexa. "At this point I just want to get home, eat some chocolate and go to sleep for the next 48 hours." Her voice was husky with exhaustion as Lexa pulled into the parking lot of their apartment complex.
Lexa got out of the car quicker than Clarke and opened the door for her girlfriend. "Come on, princess. It's time for bed." She smiled sweetly at the clumsy, sleepy way Clarke unbuckled herself and stumbled out of the car. Her eyes were heavily lidded and Lexa couldn't help but think about how gorgeous she looked, even when she was completely exhausted.
Lexa had adopted Clarke's friends' nickname for the girl after hanging out with them a couple of months into their relationship. At first, it had annoyed Clarke, because she didn't need everyone thinking she acted like a self-entitled brat like the nickname suggested. But, Lexa had explained that it didn't mean anything like that to her. It meant that Clarke took care of her friends like a princess would her subjects. Or something equally as cheesy.
"I need to help you with the groceries," Clarke frowned at Lexa who closed the passenger door. Clarke rubbed her eyes and Lexa nearly melted when those watery blue eyes met her jade ones.
"I've got it, don't worry. Just go on up and get into bed." Lexa brushed Clarke's golden tendrils of hair away from her forehead before kissing it softly.
After another minute of Clarke complaining, Lexa allowed her to carry up a couple of bags. Once the blonde was gone, Lexa packed the plastic bags into larger, reusable bags that were easier to carry. She locked the car and made her way through the lobby of their building and into the old elevator.
She finally managed to pry their apartment door open—it wasn't well fitted and liked to stick. Lexa kicked the door closed loudly behind her, "I need to get Lincoln to fix that damn door."
Clarke chuckled from the kitchen. The light was one and she was slowly but surely putting the groceries she'd had with her into their rightful places. "You say that almost every time you open the door. Yet it never happens."
Grumbling, Lexa placed her bags on the kitchen counter. "Yeah, well, I'll talk to him about it at work tomorrow."
Clarke only laughed again and the couple continued to unload their groceries in silence. Once they were finished, it was nearing 10:30 and Clarke had received several more text messages from her friends.
Raven: Dammit, you two! Get up here! It's no fun without you
Octavia: I swear if you two are already asleep...
She had also received a snapchat from Bellamy showing the flashing interior of Polis club as the group sat in a round booth, chatting. He said that they all missed the couple and that they needed to get their asses down to Polis by eleven if Lexa wanted to keep her job.
Lexa didn't work for Bellamy, it was actually the other way around, but that didn't stop the man from messing with her about it. Lexa might not have been the owner—that was her sister Anya's job—but she definitely had a higher position that Bellamy did.
"I swear our friends think we don't do anything except work, eat and sleep," Clarke paused as she typed back a response to Octavia, coming up with an excuse why they couldn't make it.
Lexa leaned against the counter by the sink, watching her girlfriend, "I mean that is what we do."
She grinned at the narrowed look she received from her girlfriend. "We do more than just that," Clarke set her hone face down on the dining room table and moved her way over to Lexa. She wrapped her arms around the girl's neck and pressed her body against Lexa's.
Lexa rested her hands on Clarke's hip with a quirked eyebrow, "Oh yeah, like what?" Clarke didn't seem as tired as before.
"I can think of a few things," Clarke pressed herself closer and caught the brunette's lips with hers in a fiery kiss Lexa wasn't expecting.
After a couple of seconds, Lexa pulled away, "I thought you were tired."
Clarke cleared her throat, "I can be tired later, for the right price." Her voice was husky as she pressed her body closer to Lexa's, knowing all the while the brunette was growing increasingly distracted.
Chuckling, Lexa grasped at Clarke's shirt, "You know, Octavia and the others are going to be pissed you haven't responded."
The huskier, much sexier chuckle the resonated from Clarke sent Lexa's stomach clenching with butterflies. "Oh but I already have." Without elaborating, she pressed another searing kiss to Lexa's lips.
Their hands began to wander as the kiss deepened. Lexa felt her blood begin to boil as it always did when Clarke was this close to her. Her hands found their way underneath the blonde's shirt and began to glide over smooth, soft skin.
Clarke tangled her hand tighter into Lexa's hair, enjoying the feeling of the dark tresses brushing over her fingers. Her free hand slide down, grabbing at Lexa's jacket to push it off of her shoulders.
Then her phone went off, the loud drill noise that Raven had set as her ringtone followed by an even louder explosion ruined the mood. Lexa pushed Clarke away lightly by her hips and rolled her shoulders to get her jacket back on. "You should answer that."
Clarke looked up into Lexa's eyes with a frown, noticing the wide-blown pupils and increasingly darkening irises. "I really don't think I should." But her words were punctuated by another explosion and Lexa pushed her away again more insistently.
With a whine, Clarke pulled away and grabbed her phone. She answered and put in on speaker, placing the device on the counter by Lexa so she could get back to what she was doing. "Hello?" she said.
It was difficult to understand Raven because of the heavy bass in the background and the slurred words that escaped the drunk girl's mouth, "Hey, bitch! What the hell was that text to Octavia?"
"Yeah!" the other girl's voice chimed in, annoyed. "Don't wait up, we're having our own, much more fun, night in. What the fuck, Clarke? You can't have more fun with Lexa! It's not allowed."
With a soft chuckled, Lexa rolled her eyes at Clarke who had been playing with the little baby hairs at the base of Lexa's neck. "I'm sorry, Rav, O. But we are."
The two girls continued to rant, but Clarke distracted herself by peppering kisses down Lexa's neck. Quietly, the brunette whispered, "Clarke? What are you doing?" her voice was wobbly and she shifted a little beneath her girlfriend.
"Clarke? Hello?" It was Octavia and her tone was obviously full of anger at the lack of response she was receiving.
Clarke moved her lips to a soft spot on Lexa's neck, too caught up in her activities to notice that her best friend was speaking to her. Lexa squirmed more and tried to mumble for Clarke to stop and answer the damn phone, but it was like talking to a brick wall.
Finally, Lexa picked up the phone, turned off speaker and held the phone to her ear. "Hey, Octavia." She tried to make her voice as passive as possible as Clarke continued to suck on her pulse point. Lexa tried to yank at Clarke's hair to get her off, but she was like a damn sucker fish—latched on tight.
"Yes...I know, we—we'll come out next weekend. Or even," she paused and Clarke's hands found their way under her shirt, her blunt nails scratching softly along the curve over her back and over her hips. "or even tomorrow."
Clarke chuckled at the higher pitch that was evident in Lexa's tone and pulled away to give her some respite. She snatched the phone out of Lexa's hand, "You heard her, Rav, Octavia. We'll talk to you tomorrow."
Before the two girls could argue even further she hung up the phone, turned it off and tossed it onto the counter again. She smirked at her girlfriend, who didn't seem to know whether to be upset, embarrassed, or turned on or all three.
Clarke stepped back up to her, "Where were we?"
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