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The first thing she sees when she gets home is the pile of mail waiting and starts to shuffle through them with a laugh. Lexa should be used to things like this. As she’s organizing the bills, her eyes catch on the many doodles and notes her girlfriend leaves behind. Any blank surface she can find tends to get covered in art. She made the mistake once of buying them white sheets. The next day she came home to see the fitted sheet tye dyed and the flat sheet drying on the wall, covered in a neon rendition of Starry Night to match.
Clarke’s excuse was that she ran out of canvases.
A month after that, she comes home to see everything from their desk scattered on the floor. Clarke’s halfway through covering the top with clear varnish and more glitter then she’s ever seen in one room.
She smiles and shakes her head now as she tosses a few bills onto the glitter desk and grabs her laptop.
"Take off your shirt." Lexa just stands there, laptop in hand and mouth slightly parted. She hadn’t heard the blond enter the room.
"Well good afternoon to you too. Yes my day was fine. Yours?" she raises an eyebrow in question.
"Come on. I’m out of canvases and paper is so boring. Please?" before she can form a response or properly figure out what’s about to happen, Clarke has her laptop and is pushing her into their bedroom.
"Now take your shirt off. I want to paint the universe on your back."
She knows she’s in a loosing battle, but tries anyway.
"Clarke, you’ll get paint all over the bed. And I was about to pay some bills." all she gets in response is a big smile before her top is flung over her head and across the room. The brunette sighs in defeat and lays on her stomach, laptop in reach. She has a feeling it would take a while, so bills could still get paid in the meantime.
Clarke decides on the colors and paints she needs before plopping herself onto her girlfriends rear with a “oompf”.
Lexa quickly finds it hard not to fidget as the paintbrush runs across her back, and the feeling of Clarke’s delicate fingers trail down her spine as she’s mixing two colors. Its hard to concentrate on the words on her screen too, so gives up and welcomes her girlfriends touch.
By the time Clarke is done, Lexa finds herself half asleep and tingling from head to toe. She’s just spent an hour being told not to move, even when her girlfriends fingers trailed down the sides of her breast. Worst though, her butt is numb, but the smile on Clarke’s face means it was worth it.
It becomes a regular thing after that. Clarke using her leg for an impromptu sketch of dozens of flowers. Permanent marker doesn’t fade for weeks after the blonde decides to do a willow tree on her rib cage. She puts a stop on Clarke wanting to make her hair a rainbow with oil pastels though. But all in all, she doesn’t mind being used a canvas. If only to feel her loves hands on her doing something she loves. After all, when a girl says “I want to paint the universe on you.” how are you supposed to resist?