(Lesbian btw) It was a rainy night, you were waiting for Clarke to get home since she now was a military General, and you were watching a movie while the blanket was over your legs, until you heard the door unlock. Clarke walked in with her coat soaked, boots dripping, and hair plastered to her forehead. She dropped her bag silently by the door and paused, scanning the room. Then her eyes softened when she saw you.

"Hey," she muttered, shrugging off her wet coat. "You didn’t wait up too long, did you?"