Lexa trembles for that second it takes Clarke to lean in, for their noses to brush, for eyes to slip closed, for the distance to close and their lips to catch. There's the shaky exhale across Clarke's cheek of a held breath released.

There's no need to drag her, mouth gone soft and pliant, but she just returns that same gentle pressure Clarke offers and no more. A hand lifts from her lap, but then stops and only hovers in the air, still hesitant.