There's a pounding pain on Clarke's head even though she didn't even open her eyes yet. She frowns and pinches the bridge of her nose. What a hangover. She slowly opens her eyes and glares at the ceiling.

And it is moving.

Oh, fuck.

She reaches her hand to her nightstand and grabs her phone to check time. And there are at least 20 messages from her roommate, Octavia.

[01:12]
Try not to break your bed this time

[02:05]
Clarke I'm happy you've a healthy sex life but PLS I WANT TO SLEEP

[02:40]
Omg this is disgusting ffs

[03:30]
Hey what's the name of the drug you both used to NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR HOURS

[04:00]
OH MY GOD

[04:20]
I'm going to Raven's apartment. You're a dead woman, Griffin.

Clarke's body freezes for a moment. There's someone sleeping next to her. Not that it's a bad thing, she actually is adept of the life of one-night stands and pretty good known for it, but for the first time she really can't remember what happened and who is it and she's honestly too afraid to check.

It could be a killer. It could be one of her friends. It could be Bellamy.

Please, no.

Maybe if she hide inside her bathroom, the person will wake up and see there's no one around and just leave.

Perfect.

That's a perfect idea.

Clarke puts one foot down then the other and quickly steps on her tiptoes towards the bathroom. She closes the door and leans against it. The wooden piece is cold and only then she realizes she's fully naked. She grabs her robe from the hanger and clumsily puts it on. It takes a couple of minutes looking at the ground to finally realize what a fucking stupid idea that was.

She looks at the mirror. In Clarke's still drunk brain, looking at the mirror straight into her own eyes is an effective way of getting a little bit more conscious to face the awkwardness from the rest of this morning. And that's all she needed.

She steps out of the bathroom and glares at the bed and-

Wait.

Clarke's mouth opens at the view of a very beautiful woman sleeping soundly. She has pretty cheekbones, wavy brown hair and perfect eyebrows and pink full lips and oh-

What Clarke's mind can't remember her body surely does.

It probably isn't very pleasent to wake up to a strange house and there's someone staring and drooling at you, so she decides to make some coffee, I mean, that's the least she could do.

Whilst Clarke turns on the coffee machine, she hears a loud noise from the living room followed by a hiss. It is probably Titus, her cat, and once again she confirms the theory that the main objetive in the life of that cat is to hate Clarke.

And it doesn't take too long so she could hear steps.

"Hello", the brunette girl says, shyly entering the kitchen with Clarke's white sheets covering her naked body. In the moment their eyes meet, Lexa freezes.

What a gorgeous woman.

Her eyes look really scared and Clarke could notice how green they are. "I'm sorry, you- I can't find my clothes"

"Good morning to you" Clarke smiles as she pours some coffee on two mugs on the table and handles one to the girl, who shyly takes it. Clarke sits on the small table and tilts her head so Lexa could do the same. Clarke notices the girl has tattooes on her arm. So sexy.

Lexa notices Clarke's intense gaze and holds the sheets even tighter around her body.

"Thanks" Lexa blushes and smiles back, "I don't do this very often..." she tries to explain herself while she sits down and takes a sip of her coffee. Her posture is so correct it makes Clarke wonder if she's a dancer of some sort.

"Do what? Great sex?" Clarke says while casually taking a sip of her coffee and Lexa coughs in surprise.

A couple of seconds of awkward silence happens. Oh no, the girl really is shy. Lexa forgets for a moment how to speak.

"I'm joking, I'm sorry"

"I-That's ok" she forces a smile. "I'm just really trying to remember your name."

Clarke raises an eyebrow playfully. "Just guess."

"Skyler?"

"Nope."

"Princess?"

Lexa smiles and Clarke chuckles. The girl knows how to joke too.

"For you, who knows. My name is Clarke."

Lexa narrows her eyes as if she was examining the name. "Clarke", she repeats, "that's a pretty name."

"Thank you, it sounds very good when you speak. You have a lovely voice." And once again Lexa blushes and Clarke seems to like when it happens.

"My name is Lexa, it is Alexandria actually," she explains "but no one actually calls me like that, so, Lexa."

"Lexa." Clarke repeats.

Lexa notices the girl is copying her reaction to Clarke's name and laughs. She puts the mug on the table and fixes her eyes on Clarke's.

"Have we met before? I feel like-"

Clarke interrupts Lexa because it is exactly what she's been thinking the whole time.

"Me too."

They smile at each other and the silence is not awkward anymore. There's no need to rush any further conversation.

They've got plenty of time. They know they're not leaving that place all day.