Clarke had spent at least 10 minutes upstairs not wanting to look as embarrassed as she was, finally she had seen the deep blush on her face calm down that it could now be considered as some makeup. When she went downstairs lexa was where she had left her standing by the front door looking slightly out of place.

Clarke walked over to the sofa and gestured Lexa to sit down with her, Lexa hesitantly took steps forward, Clarke hardly managed to stop the laugh that was trying to force its self out of her mouth, she was only able to be sure that she wasn't going to laugh when Lexa sat down next to, still looking stiff and tense.

"I'm not going to kill you, you know?" Clarke tried to not sound so amused at the girl's nervousness.

"I know. I'm sorry for just coming over. You texted me to stop by whenever and I thought that I would stop by now. It is only …" Lexa quickly looked at her phone to check the time. The numbers 13:39 flashed back at her, "around twenty before I was meant to come over. Sorry."

Clarke flashed Lexa a bright grin as the girl rambled, Clarke couldn't help but to find it absolutely adorable, and she didn't mind thinking that. "Woah. Calm down, its fine, I'm guessing O done this to piss me off for calling her all night on Monday."

Lexa gave her a small smile at the slight mischievous glint that was in her blue eyes. "Aren't you? Aren't you a little bit annoyed that I turned up?"

"No, not at all it saves me from having to spend the day doing one of her crazy work out DVDs. Honestly its fine, Lexa"

Lexa was absorbed in the angelic voice speaking to her, and how her name sounded on Clarke's tongue. "Um … I-I s-should we start our … um work?" Lexa was surprised at how hard it was for her to keep her stoic mask in place as she stuttered over her words.

"Well, you seem like the person who wants to get top marks in everything, kind of like me, am I right?" Lexa could nod knowing that it was true and everyone knew it. "Well then, we need to go over the basics first, like what we are going to build off of the designs I have already come up with, you got any ideas?"

They spent 3 hours talking and watching telly, the only time they would leave the front room was to get something from the kitchen, that Clarke had told Lexa to help herself anything from, or to go to the bathroom. Conversation flowed easy between them, considering that they were talking about simple work and not actually doing any of it.

Lexa accidentally let her emotionless façade slip a few times, a small smile forcing its way onto her lips when she saw happiness spread across the beautiful blonde sitting in front of her. But that all went away and was replaced with anger and panic spread across her face instead, when the sound of a key entering the door had Clarke dragging Lexa by the hand up the stairs, to what Lexa assumed to be Clarke's bedroom, but instead of stopping in the room she was dragged to the small closet in the corner of her room.

When the closet door was closed Lexa and Clarke were nose to nose, forcing the urge to push her lips to the blondes, she opened her mouth to talk but was immediately stopped when Clarke's hand quickly covered it, her free hand holding one finger over her lips in a shushing motion.

While later the sound of a door slamming shut then a car roaring to life just outside of Clarke's house. Even after hearing the unknown person, to Lexa, leave the house and the car drive away, neither of them made any signs that they were planning to move anytime soon. Until Clarke removed her hand from Lexa's mouth and turned around so that her back was to Lexa's front, sending a slight blush to the brunettes face at how close they were in this position, Clarke hesitantly opened up the closet door and then slowly walked towards the door, only then talking when she opened her door to confirm no one else was there and then closing it again.

"Sorry. That was my mom, she wasn't meant to be back until past six tomorrow, she's head surgeon at the hospital downtown. Sorry again," Clarke sounded smaller then she had over the past hours that Lexa had spent with her and it made her heart clench at the sound.

"You're hiding from your mom." It sounded more like an obvious fact rather than a question, but Clarke nodded anyway. "Why?"

"She played a big part in my father's death." Clarke looked at anything apart from Lexa not wanting her to see the tears rising in her eyes.

Lexa was taken back, she took a small step forward and Lexa swore she saw a s light shine in her eyes that were the tears in the blue-eyed angel in front of her and it made Lexa furious and made her feel like she wanted to cry as well, which only a few people have ever seen. "D-do you want to talk about it?" the words slipped out of Lexa's mouth before she could stop them.

"No. I don't wanna do any work anymore." Lexa took this as a polite way of asking her to leave so she nodded and gave Clarke a reassuring look before making her way over to the door but was stopped by a smooth hand grabbing onto her wrist.

"Yes, Clarke?" Lexa tried to not take Clarke's hand in hers and pull her close into a comforting hug.

"Please stay. O or Rae would just smother me, not that I'm not thankful that they care for me, and Bel would just keep on asking me if I'm okay. So, stay, please?"

Lexa nodded, "If you don't want to do anymore work, what do you want to do?"

"Well, you seem like the type to want to get top marks in everything so that means working a lot, that also means spending a lot of time together, and it would be easier to get to know each other, right?"

"Yes, it would be."

"It's only …" Clarke moved her head to the side before looking back to Lexa, "Wow its later than I thought, but it's six, as long as you don't murder me, you can stay here for the night. I mean if you want. It's totally up to you, obviously, no pressure."

"Thankyou, Clarke." Lexa followed Clarke over to her bed, not bothering to look around the room, she sat leaning against the wall as the bed was pushed into a corner while Clarke sat her head resting against the headboard.

"So, Lexa, tell me, how long have u know Lincoln?" Clarkes voice was filled with honest curiosity, not just the need to fill the somewhat awkward silence.

"He has been a family friend since I was 6 and I was moved from my village, Trikru, to Polis, here." Lexa looked down at her hands again as she remembered why she had had to leave. "Why did you move to Grounders?"

"Well, my friend O … I mean Octavia, you know the short dark haired girl? Well she kind of pointed out to me and Raven about how crazy the people at Arkadia were getting. Bellamy hated the idea of coming here, but he would do anything to make sure the three of us were safe, O most of all, being the over protective big brother and all." Clarke furrowed her eyebrows as she told the story, although a glint of sadness passed over Clarke's expressions, like she was deep in thought.

Lexa was no one to disturb someone when they were thinking, so she stayed silent, slightly enjoying the comfortable silence that fell over them.

They didn't sit like this for long as it seemed Clarke had many more questions for Lexa, and Lexa for Clarke.

They took it in turns answering questions, simply stating the facts that if they didn't want to answer a question they wouldn't and the other didn't push for more information.

Clarke looked back at the digital clock and saw that they had spent a lot longer than it seemed getting to know the other, and for some reason Clarke nearly spilled everything that she had wanted to avoid for so long to a partial stranger she was paired up with, but she didn't care, because when she thought about it she found herself think that it's just Lexa.

"I'm going to get something to change into, you look about my size or smaller, so, you want to borrow something?" Clarke started walking over to another door that she assumed was the bathroom and was confused because the closet was just on the opposite wall to the bed.

"Um, yes, please. But your closet is there." she said, pointing towards the door before looking back at Clarke who had laughed slightly, and Lexa swore she had forgotten how to breathe at the magnificent sound that she could spend hours listening to and never get bored of it.

"Yes, that is a closet but it has all my art stuff in. Like my fabrics, charcoal, pencils, sketch pads etc. etc." Clarke looked back to the door she was opening and walked through returning a small amount of time later changed into a black T-shirt with a lion on it.

"That's funny" Lexa said smiling, noticing the resemblance between Clarke and the lion in a weird way.

"What's funny?" Clarke asked looking down at her top.

"You … uh … there is a slight resemblance between you and the cartoon lion, from sitting with your head against the headboard your hair got a little messy resembling the lion."

Clarke broke out into a grin, that had Lexa melting, "Yeah, well, you guys always wear that war paint during games" Lexa nodded knowing their tradition to all wear war paint during games, "Okay, so I noticed you in one of the pictures and … you looked like a little cute racoon so, here."

Lexa caught the T-shirt that was thrown at her then holding it out in front of her face, the top was white with a cute cartoon racoon looking back at her. "Really? Why would you even have this?" Lexa asked curious as to why Clarke had a top with a racoon on it, same with a lion, just in her room.

"When I first moved to Polis me, O, Rae and Bel went out to look around. Me and O saw these cute animal T-shirts and got some. Aren't they adorable?"

Lexa looked into Clarke's eyes and nodded, "Adorable indeed."

Lexa smiled at the blush that broke out onto Clarkes cheeks before she made her way over to the bed and lifted up the covers, to climb into the bed next to Lexa.

"I'm going to go and change."

When Lexa got out from the bathroom wearing the oversized T-shirt, that was smaller then Clarke's, the blonde had somehow fallen asleep during the short amount of time and was curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed had Lexa smiling. She moved to right side of the bed which was closest to the wall and laid flat on her back.

After a few minutes of laying in silence a hand grabbed her T-shirt and Lexa's side was met with a warm figure, she turned to see Clarke clutching to her shirt pulling Lexa closer, her head resting on the brunette's shoulder, lexa moved her arm so it was no longer under Clarke but moved it behind Clarke so it was now pushing Clarke closer. Lexa knew this was wrong, the had only just met, even though they had both told the other things no one else knew, but this just felt so right. Like to jigsaw pieces fitting together, so she decided to not let it bother her until the morning, so she let deep sleep take over her, Lexa resting her head gently atop of the blondes.