Lexi was wondering how she could bottle this. If she could sell this feeling, the sweet, warm weight of Clara, the feel of her arms around her, then she was quite sure she could cure depression and bring about world peace. It was absolutely impossible to feel anything but good at a moment like this.
Which meant she grumbled mightily when the timer on the oven went off. "Damn it," she growled, pulling away with reluctance, returning twice to steal kisses before she finally managed to get to the oven and pull out the brownies.