"Titus," Clarke pleads, "Can you please fuck off my face?"

It isn't unusual to Clarke to wake up in the middle of the night with Titus' little paws on her face. She had told Lexa that her sphynx cat has something against her being alive but Lexa just thinks Clarke is being dramatic and insinuating her to get rid of the cat, which is the most horrific thing that could happen. Her baby is just the most adorable and kind cat there is.

Clarke, however, knows the truth.

She remembers the first time she came to Lexa's apartment. At first she thought Titus was a nice cat, he was being present and asking for carress after all. But he stopped being kind as soon as he noticed Clarke getting into the room with Lexa and closing the door.

They are loud in bed, so they didn't hear Titus scratching the wooden door almost during the whole time they were having sex. When Clarke finally sneaked out of the room in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom her heart almost stopped. Titus was there, standing still on the dark corridor.

Since that day, Titus was always there, watching.

Or secretly scrathing Clarke every single time Lexa wasn't watching.

Or breaking every single breakable thing that Clarke owns in the house.

Or turning off her notebook when she was working.

Or simply sleeping on her face to wake her up.

"Lex, wake up", she pokes Lexa, who is soundly sleeping in front of her as a happy little spoon. "Lexa!"

"What?" Lexa sighs, her eyes still closed.

"Your cat is being rude," she answers. "Again."

"Shhhh"

Clarke's so done with it.

"I'm so going to the couch if you don't wake up."

Lexa snorts and turns her head to look at Clarke, who has a cat on her face as a hat. He looks at Lexa and purrs.

"Aw," she sleepy exclaims, "See? He likes you."

"Oh my God, Lex," she bursts. "Get him out of the room!"

Lexa sits on the bed and takes Titus out of Clarke. She puts him on the ground and pets his little head.

"Go to sleep baby, go" she says to her cat. Clarke watches it from behind, with very dark circles under her eyes.

Titus purrs and climbs the bed again, Lexa sighs and spoons him, getting back to sleep.

"I can't." Clarke grabs her pillow and gets out of the bed. Titus raises his head and makes eye contact with Clarke as she drags herself out of the bedroom.

Clarke throws herself on the couch with her face burried into the pillow.

It doesn't take too long until she hears someone scrathing the carpet.

Oh, fuck my life.


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