Pairing: Clarke/Lexa

Anya promised that Lexa wouldn't have any more strays falling asleep in her bedroom during parties. She promised.
So why is Clarke Griffin asleep in her bed? And why is Anya threatening to flay Lincoln?

Fluff/That Slept-in-the-same-bed trope that I can't recall the name of


It was quarter to nine when Lexa's roommate Anya had announced that her friend, Clarke, The Cutest GirlTM, might be stopping by their house party that night. Thankfully, the girl had been offered Anya's room if the blonde decided to crash for the night, given Lexa could not possibly handle her roommate shoving random guests into her bedroom yet again, especially one like Clarke.

It only took a half hour for Lexa to realize that Anya's party was going to be a hot mess, possibly the hottest mess of the summer. It took an hour for her to find herself caught in the midst of an impromptu group dance battle that had far too many pelvises thrust against her. It took two hours for her to realize that with all the people coming and going, most bringing alcohol of some kind, that there must have been well over a hundred litres of alcohol servicing the crowds, more than enough for a few dozen cases of alcohol poisoning. It took three hours for Lexa to realize that Anya's invitation to The Cutest GirlTM had been accepted, that said girl was very busy doing body shots off of Anya, and that Lexa just could not handle watching that without her face exploding from the exponentially increased blood flow to her cheeks.

From there on out, the ridiculous party that had Lexa more than flustered and annoyed was just not really anything she was in the mood for. It was a little after one o'clock when Lexa left to spend a while at the local diner, her newest book and a slice of pie being a good enough option for passing the time.

It was a little after four o'clock when Lexa returned to the party, recognizing it had slowed to a crawl since she'd left. Music was still playing a little too loudly, and there were still a dozen or so people in their rental home, but Lexa knew she could sleep through it. She made her way upstairs to her room, smiling as she pushed open the door.

Only to barely stifle a gasp at the sight of someone clearly passed out in her bed. Thankfully, it was just one person, but Lexa could feel her annoyance peaking, recalling Anya's promise that Lexa's bedroom would no longer be where her roommate would funnel all the 'strays' into anymore. A part of Lexa believed that Anya just liked having someone she knew nearby on party nights, given she'd always end up sleeping in Anya's bed instead of her own, but that warm little thought couldn't outweigh all the material damage and invasion of privacy she'd endured from her roommate's antics in the past.

It was only when Lexa found herself beside the bed to wake the sleeping stranger that she realized exactly who it was, which in turn had her legs carrying her swiftly out of the room in search of Anya.

Who, thankfully, wasn't difficult to find, the woman pounding on her own bedroom door down the hallway. "Lincoln Pine, I will FLAY YOU if you don't pull out of your girlfriend this instant and get the hell out of my bedroom! You have exactly one fucking minute before I come in there and throw you out my window!" Anya practically roared, and while the threat was a bit dramatic, Lexa had little doubt that Anya could make good on it. Her roommate was a pretty amazing person, but she could be terrifying.

Still, despite her roommate's murderous mood, she needed some damn answers. "Anya! Why is Clarke sleeping in my bed?" She called out as she neared her roommate, her pace slowing as she noticed for the first time that her trusty 'Raccoon Crossing' sign Anya had given her two years ago was hanging on her roommate's door.

Anya shook with rage for a few moments, eyes still locked onto the bedroom door, before relaxing slightly and shifting her gaze to Lexa. "I told you I'd fix the bedsurfing problem. Everyone knew that the room with your sign on it was off limits, but some people..." Anya started, before casting another furious scowl at the bedroom door. "...decided to just fuck like rabbits in my room, and it's going to stink like a brothel for a week, I'm certain."

Lexa nodded slowly, unsure how that answered her question, because the sign was clearly on Anya's door now. "And...why is my sign on your door, now?"

"Well, the party started dying off around two-thirty, so I swapped the signs so people would stop fucking in my room. It pretty much worked, but LINCOLN FUCKING PINE had to lock himself in my room with his arm candy and DEFILE MY BED!" Anya explained, making her disdain of Lincoln known with the occasional yelling. "Clarke's drunk, she was supposed to crash in my room, but Lincoln's been in here. She thought your room was my room, and she passed out before I could correct her. For what it's worth, I'll make it up to you."

Lexa shook her head, understanding Anya's frustration over it all. Lexa had been lucky that only a few drunks had defiled her bed without permission over the years, but it wasn't anything she could so easily brush off, and she didn't expect Anya to, either. The fact that Lincoln had ignored Anya's direct requests and remained holed up in there with Octavia was a situation that would have infuriated her had the tables been turned.

"Don't worry about it. Good luck with Lincoln...just remember that we keep the good knives in the drawer, Anya." Lexa noted with a tired wave, turning to head back to her room.

It wasn't a big deal, not at all. She would just have to survive a night with Clarke Griffin in her bed. Not particularly world destroying. Though, as she entered her room and locked the door behind her, a sense of dread fell over her, unsure how exactly to handle the situation.

It wasn't like she hadn't interacted with Clarke dozens of times well enough. They could even be considered acquaintances, and Clarke was always kind to her, but having the girl she'd been crushing on over the past year splayed out across her entire bed would make finding a small sleeping space of her own difficult.

Carefully and cautiously, Lexa changed out of her clothes and into some shorts and a tank top, the summer heat more than strong enough to make sleep difficult enough as it was. Once she was ready for bed, she surveyed the remaining areas of the mattress and squeezed into a small portion on the left side of the bed. Fortunately, she wasn't the kind of move much while she slept; so long as the blonde remained where she was, Lexa was pretty sure that they'd be totally fine.

And that wasn't a problem at all, as she pulled at the covers as turned onto her left side, the only side she could consistently sleep on. It definitely wasn't a problem that Clarke's face was less than a foot away, the blonde appearing so serene and cute. It wasn't a problem, just a bit unfair.

It also wasn't fair that Clarke's jasmine vanilla body spray was as wonderfully noticeable still, despite the hours of partying. It was hard enough knowing that Clarke was there when she closed her eyes; it was more difficult to ignore when she couldn't help but take in that alluring scent with every breath.

Still, Clarke was way too cute and calm for her to possibly consider kicking the blonde out of her bed. She'd sleep restlessly if it meant the girl wouldn't have to wake up and find somewhere new and potentially dangerous to sleep. After all, Lexa could hear Anya threatening Lincoln with knives from down the hall.

Lexa let out a tired sigh and tried her best to focus on her book, wondering what direction it might head in next chapter. As tried and true a method as any, Lexa was sound asleep in minutes.


Lexa woke to an unusually heavy weight pressing down on her, a tremendous warmth, and a tickling itch against her nose. As per usual, the itch took priority, Lexa's nearest hand swatting away the locks of hair that had managed to graze against her nostrils. She peeked an eye open and came to a swift assessment of the situation.

The good news was that she hadn't had alcohol the previous night, so she wasn't going to have to deal with a hangover. The bad news was that the sun had risen, so there was no chance she'd be falling back to sleep, her body was stubborn that way. It was when her eyes glanced towards her door, only to catch a head of blonde hair nestled against her chest, that Lexa became aware of the 'potentially awesome or catastrophic' news.

Clarke Griffin was lying on top of her. Somehow. Lexa wasn't sure how the blonde had managed to get onto her without either of them waking up.

Her mind blitzed through all the potential ways to handle the situation before it settled on a simple, and hopefully effective one. With a cautious hand, Lexa reached out and lightly shook the blonde. "Clarke...wake up, it's morning." She whispered, trying her best to ignore the pale arms wrapped around her hips, or how her words made the blonde nuzzle her breasts. No matter how blissful any of it felt, she had to remain detached; she wasn't dating Clarke, or anything, after all.

Seconds passed without any more movement, so Lexa once again lightly shook the girl, speaking a little louder this time. "Clarke, wake up. It's morning."

Murmured noises of discontent left the blonde in a jumble of slurred syllables as Clarke burrowed deeper into Lexa's breasts. Which, as wonderful as that felt, Lexa knew Clarke wouldn't want to be in that situation if she was awake and aware.

And so began the prodding, Lexa freeing an arm to gently prod the blonde, moving to light shaking after about a minute of zero results on that front. Apparently, Clarke was a deep sleeper, but a half minute of gently shaking the girl seemed to be drawing Clarke from her slumber.

"Clarke...?" Lexa called out, prompting those sky blue eyes to flutter open into a tired squint. The girl's unfocused gaze flickered across her face, the tiny pout on Clarke's lips from being woken slowly growing into a smile that was, if not as bright as the sun, certainly as warming to Lexa's soul.

Lexa's heart thundered within her ribs as Clarke's smile held, those tired eyes slipping shut once more as the blonde cuddled back into her breasts. "Oh, hi, Lexa." The girl noted warmly, one hand dipping beneath her top and lightly caressing Lexa's abs.

She couldn't entirely contain the gasp at the feeling, her muscles twitching beneath her bedmate's touch. "Clarke, it's morning, we..." Lexa swallowed hard as Clarke's fingernail trailed across her stomach, needing a moment to steady herself and find the ability to speak again. "...we need to wake up."

"Mmh." Clarke hummed disapprovingly, removing a hand around Lexa's waist temporarily to pull the covers over them both.

"Clarke!" Lexa whispered harshly, knowing that if she didn't catch the blonde now and fully awaken her, it could be a long time until her bedmate woke again. And Lexa did not have the endless willpower necessary to handle that. She was trying to be respectful, and honourable, and hospitable.

Clarke? Clarke was being difficult.

Still, her outburst caught the girl's attention, Clarke's head lifting from her breasts with a heavy pout on her lips. "What, Lexa?"

"It's time to get up. It's morning." Lexa repeated, prompting the blonde to lift her head a little more and blearily look around the room, eventually hazily focusing on her alarm clock.

"Lexa, it's not even nine-thirty. We can spare a few more minutes." Clarke grumped, flopping her head back down onto Lexa's breasts with a huff. "'Sides, you're comfy and warm an' pretty." The girl finished, mumbling into Lexa's top, wrapping pale arms a little tighter around her.

Oh, no...she's not allowed to say things like that, is she? Lexa mused with a groan as she ran a hand down her face in frustration. There was no way Clarke would be flirting with her if she was awake, Lexa was pretty dang sure of that much. "Oh my god, I can't be here..." She muttered to herself, praying for the strength to shuffle Clarke off of her body so that she could leave before disaster struck.

"If you want to get up, you gotta make me a deal." Clarke grumbled, her hold on Lexa only growing tighter, a sign that the blonde really wasn't happy with the idea of letting go of the human body pillow she was resting on.

"You..." Lexa started, before biting down on her words, unsure whether to actually bargain with Clarke. After all, how could she take the word of someone who could be too half-asleep to consent? Still, she didn't exactly have any other option except throwing the blonde off of her, and she both lacked the willpower and rudeness to do that. "You want me to bargain with you?"

Clarke just hummed happily in affirmation, nuzzling once more into Lexa's chest as she got comfy.

"Well...I could make you breakfast? I remember you liked the blueberry frozen waffles Anya keeps in the freezer, but I could make some homemade ones from scratch?" She proposed to the yawning blonde nestled against her, hoping the prospect of food could maybe stir Clarke enough to wake.

"Hmmmmm..." Clarke hummed thoughtfully, slowly fading off into silence as the blonde seemed to consider her offer seriously. Seconds ticked by as Lexa waited in anticipation. Clarke let out another yawn and shifted a bit up Lexa's body, instead. "Nope. Now...my coun'eroffer."

Clarke's head lifted enough to stretch up and press soft lips to Lexa's collarbone, the gentlest lingering pressure melting her alive as her heartbeat stilled in shock, as the oxygen died in her lungs. In all honesty, she wasn't sure whether to be overjoyed at the blonde's affections, or to be deeply embarrassed at being thwarted by a half-asleep, hung over Clarke Griffin.

Her eyes darted around the room to find some answer to her predicament, but there wasn't any. She was entering dangerous territory, her body was already heating up, and she knew another kiss could very well have something even more embarrassing leaving her mouth. With that in mind, she swallowed hard and focused on the girl atop her, who was shifting back to rest her head on Lexa's chest again.

"Clarke...what would it take to get the both of us up right now?" It was a simple enough question, one she desperately hoped the blonde would have an answer to.

Lexa felt Clarke's giggle against her chest more than she heard it. "Promise we can sleep for another thirty minutes."

Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes with Clarke Griffin laying atop her, snuggling down into her, being entirely too adorable for her own good, and certainly for anyone who had drank so much the night prior. She couldn't help but let out a sigh and roll her eyes at the struggle she was faced with. "Clarke...seriously, what'll it take?"

Suddenly, the body atop her was shifting, Clarke moving to crawl up Lexa's body until Clarke was peering blearily down at her, messy blonde waves curtaining their faces. "Lexa, we were up 'til late. It's Sunday morning, on a long weekend, in the middle of summer. I know Anya told me you don't work 'til tonight, so we can sleep in." Clarke argued, making some very reasonable points, a bit of a surprise given how close the blonde looked to zonking out. Her point seemingly made, Clarke let out a whine and flopped back down, burying her face in Lexa's neck. "Just lemme sleeeep..."

Lexa felt her mouth twist to the side a bit as she peered down at the overtired blonde resting against her. It was true that, outside of Lexa's own personal concerns and inability to fall back asleep, there really wasn't any rush to get up. It was also true that she didn't have to work until that evening, and it was a long weekend anyways, so it was more accurate to say they could sleep in until well past noon if they chose to. And perhaps most importantly, they had been up late, and chances are, Clarke hadn't been asleep for long by the time Lexa got back at a little past four, meaning neither of them got much more than five hours of sleep each.

Could she really deny Clarke some much needed sleep over her own issues? That really didn't seem fair, given the blonde hadn't meant to sleep in her bed.

"Okay, then, you can have twenty minutes more." Lexa conceded, fighting a grin when Clarke's sleepy face popped up from her neck, tired eyes full of relief.

Lexa expected some sassy remark, perhaps a bright smile. Her mind was just barely able to put the pieces together over what was happening when Clarke leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

It had blood rushing to her cheeks faster than a roaring river amidst the spring thaw, eyes widening almost painfully even as her own lips moved against Clarke's for that briefest of embraces. If Lexa wasn't fully awake before, she was definitely a hundred percent alert.

And, judging by how the blonde reeled back with a strained gasp, a hand shooting up to cover those lips that had just moments ago graced Lexa's own? Clarke was finally awake as well.

Which brought about its own pros and cons. The good being that Lexa could probably easily convince Clarke to get up for breakfast now. The bad being that Clarke likely would feel too embarrassed to stay for breakfast, that Clarke would likely be weirded out by her forever now, and that Lexa wouldn't be getting kissed again by the blonde any time soon.

The cons definitely won out in that exchange, and Lexa couldn't help but try to salvage some semblance of positivity. "Well, um...if you still want to rest for another twenty minutes, you may, Clarke." The blonde's eyes averted to the window at Lexa's words, teeth gnawing hard on that kissable lower lip. "I would...well, despite your aggressive desire to sleep in, I have enjoyed your company, Clarke. And I did make you a deal."

Clarke's gaze remained fixed to the window for long seconds before they shifted back to Lexa, entirely sober, and rimmed with clear exhaustion. Lexa offered a silent nod, and what she hoped was a reassuring smile. Thankfully, it seemed to be enough for Clarke to shut her eyes, let out an arduous sigh, and flop back down onto her, face buried in Lexa's neck once more. "Ugh, I'm so embarrassing. I'm sorry, Lexa."

The actual remorse in Clarke's voice had laughter bubbling out of her, as if the blonde's minor annoyances could have ever really registered as a true grievance. "Don't be. Though you were a little frustrating, you did keep me amused."

"I'm not sure how me getting handsy is amusing. When I'm sleepy I get that way...I'll just want to stay warm and stay asleep." Clarke defended, clearly feeling guilt over her sleep-deprived self's actions.

"If I had a problem with you touching me, I would have stopped you, Clarke. Don't be so hard on yourself, I knew you were half-asleep at best." Lexa added, which at least had the blonde feeling a little less tense atop her, the tight grip around her waist receding in intensity a tiny bit.

"I've been wrapped around you like a monkey. And...god, I was touching you, and...kissing you..." Clarke breathed out against her neck in frustration, nose grazing skin as the blonde shook her head in apparent disbelief.

"If I did not want to be touched, I would have stopped it." Lexa insisted softly, blushing at the words once she realized how forward they seemed. How potentially creepy they sounded. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable rebuke.

Clarke was silent and still for seconds stretching into minutes, and Lexa could feel the sweat starting to build atop her forehead in anticipation of the let down. "You're serious?"

Biting the proverbial bullet, Lexa nodded. "I wouldn't lie to you."

Clarke didn't shift from her position, didn't move to speak or lift her head. The girl's left hand, though, started shifting a bit, before smoothly sliding back under Lexa's top to graze dull fingernails across her abs. "So you...liked this?" The words came out slow, cautious, as if waiting for some kind of rejection of backlash, as preposterous as such a notion might be.

With Clarke's head still nestled in her neck, she knew she'd have to speak, even though the words were lodged in her throat, wondering if this was real, worrying that the proverbial rug would be pulled out for under her at any moment. "Yes, Clarke."

"And...this?" The blonde asked, head shifting slightly away from Lexa's neck to press those soft lips against her collarbone again, drawing a brief moan from her lips. Which was more than a little embarrassing, forcing her eyes shut, teeth grinding into her top lip anxiously for being so vocal. For losing control for the briefest of moments.

"Mmmmh. Well, now that that's settled, I think I'll take your offer of another forty minutes, Lexa." Clarke added, Lexa not needing to see the blonde to know the girl was smiling, which was about as much of a relief as she'd felt in a very long time. Enough to decide to ignore that Clarke doubled the time Lexa had tried to negotiate for.

Surely, she could afford the blonde that much when Clarke seemed to like her in return. "Fine. But you'll be helping with breakfast." Lexa noted, letting out a defeated sigh that she'd have to remain in bed for so long. There were things to do.

Still, as Clarke cuddled back down against her, head once more on her chest, Lexa let herself hold the blonde. And maybe, out of all the things she could do that day, of all the things she'd planned to accomplish, that happy surprise of holding the sleepy girl she had a crush on was the best of them.


A/N: This was some mindless fluff I churned out today. I had a two and a half hour time window to write and edit this, so apologies if it's not up to task, but I wanted to challenge myself. Lately I've been proing over each detail in the stuff I've written, it's been a long time since I've let myself just write and adapt as i went along, only fixing spelling and grammar at the end.

Hope you enjoyed!