The party seemed to go on forever.
Lexa and Clarke took refuge in her room for the rest of the night. Ignoring Anya's voice as it bellowed through the door in beat with her obnoxious banging. Clarke laughed when Lexa rolled her eyes at her sister's comment about keeping the screams of pleasure down. How Clarke should try calling Lexa 'Commander' during because "That might give her the push she needs"
When the silence finally surrounded them, they talked. Sharing stories about the past and hopes for the future. Sleep was impossible and Lexa was totally okay with that. She enjoyed the way Clarke kissed her in the darkness of her room. The dull light from the moon shining on her face and allowing Lexa to revel in the beauty of her girlfriend. The way they held each other close through laughter and smiles. Gazing into one another's eyes. Tracing and mapping the feel of slightly exposed skin and facial features. Neither one crossing a line, waiting patiently for the moment they could.
Lexa groaned and squinted at the beam of sunlight coming through the blinds. Her hand fumbled against her dresser as she reached for her phone to check the time. 9:00 am. By her calculations, she had gotten exactly three hours of sleep.
The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing caused her to turn onto her back. She propped herself up on her elbows, a sleepy half grin playing on her lips, as she studied the blonde who had just stepped back into the room. Lexa quietly watched as Clarke typed a message on her phone.
Her hair was sitting on top of her head in a messy bun. Lexa's black lacrosse tank top, the words Mount Weather Grounders etched in silver, hung loosely around her torso. She admired the strength in her legs which were covered by tight black training shorts. Clarke was the definition of gorgeous and Lexa was honored that she agreed to be hers.
"Good morning."
Clarke startled at the sound of Lexa's groggy voice, almost dropping her phone. She placed her hand over her heart and smiled. "I thought you were still asleep." She stepped closer to the bed, crawling back onto the mattress, and sitting crossed legged next to her girlfriend. "Good morning." She pressed a small kiss to her lips, smiling through it.
Lexa hummed against her lips, returning her smile. She pulled back slowly and met her bright blue eyes. "You look cute in my clothes."
"Thank you for letting me borrow them." Clarke released a breathy laugh and reached down to run her fingers through Lexa's soft, brown hair.
A tiny moan of pleasure escaped Lexa's throat at the touch. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feel of Clarke's nails scraping her scalp. "Thank you for staying." She opened her eyes once again. "Did you sleep well?"
Clarke nodded. "Your bed is really comfortable."
"I told you." Lexa tugged the bottom of the tank top, signaling for Clarke to come closer.
The blonde uncrossed her legs and lowered her body onto the mattress. She laid her head on the brunette's chest. "What are your plans for today?" She asked, curiously as her hand rested against Lexa's stomach.
Her hand slipped under the lacrosse players shirt and she smirked when Lexa shivered at her touch. Her fingers glided across the exposed skin with a feather light caress. She drew tiny circles on her skin and closed her eyes when Lexa started to play with her hair.
"I'm supposed to go out with my sister." She bit her lip, trying to suppress another moan that threatened to escape her throat when Clarke scratched her nails across her skin. "You?"
"O, Raven, and I are having lunch with my mother."
"That sounds fun."
Clarke scrunched her nose. "Depends.
Lexa shifted slightly to look at Clarke. A questioning expression covering her face. "What do you mean?"
Clarke breathed in as she supported herself with her elbow. "As long as my mom stays out of Raven's round of torment, it should be okay."
Lexa laughed. "I have a feeling that won't happen due to the fact that you didn't come home last night."
Clarke pouted with a sigh. "Yeah, I know." Her blue eyes rolled as she shook her head. "I can't even tell you how many text messages I've gotten already."
"I can only imagine."
A comfortable silence settled around them. Clarke had kept her hand on Lexa's stomach, her fingers continued to caress the strip on bare skin under the lacrosse player's shirt. Lexa closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the feel of Clarke touching her. Light little traces sending shivers through her stomach and goosebumps on her flesh. Lexa watched her for a moment, her hand raising to hand to her cheek. Clarke turned her head, placing a gentle kiss against her palm.
"I should probably go." Clarke whispered, her tone filled with how much she wished that statement wasn't true.
Lexa's lips turned downward in an adorable pout. "Do you have to?"
Clarke mirrored her pout with a little chuckle. "I don't want to." She assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. "But I've already over stayed my welcome."
Lexa made a face and blew out a breath. "If I could stay in bed with you all day, I would."
Clarke smirked and quirked her eyebrow as she watched the flush fill Lexa's cheek. She chuckled at the sight and leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. "You're adorable."
"I am not adorable. Puppies are adorable."
"You are kind of like a puppy." Clarke teased, pressing her teeth into her bottom lip to stop her smirk from spreading further.
Lexa narrowed her eyes and her jaw twitched. "You can go now."
"Aww." Clarke cooed, brushing her finger along Lexa's jawline. She did her best to hold back the laugh bubbling in her throat. Her gaze danced over her girlfriend's features as she continued to brush her fingertips across Lexa's jaw. "I'll text you later?"
A smirk and nod was Lexa's only response.
Clarke felt her smile tug further as she leaned in closer. Her lips hovered dangerously close and she yanked gently on the material of the shirt she borrowed. "I'm keeping this, by the way."
Before Lexa could protest, Clarke kissed her. She held their lips together as she shifted to lift her body from the bed, only releasing the kiss when she was safely out of Lexa's reach.
Lexa growled playfully at the loss of contact. She lifted herself upward, propping herself up on her elbows. She watched as Clarke gathered her clothes and searched for her keys. "Are you keeping my shorts too?"
Clarke looked down for a moment. She could only imagine how good Lexa looked in the tight, black spandex material. "Sure am." Her eyes focused on the girl laying so casually in bed. She raised an eyebrow with a straight faced expression. "You think I'm going to let any other girl see you walking around in these?" She blew out a breath. "You're lucky I don't take every pair you own."
Lexa laughed at the statement. "I just have the one pair." She drew an x over her heart with her index finger. "Promise." She bit lightly into her bottom look, admiring the blonde. "They look amazing on you so I'll allow you to keep them but on one condition."
Clarke furrowed her brow in question as she pulled her jeans on over the shorts. "What's that?" She asked, zipping up her pants and buttoning them closed.
"That you only wear them for me." A slight smirk formed at the corner of her lips as she tossed a wink at the blonde.
Clarke grinned as she sauntered toward the bed. She leaned down, enjoying the way Lexa's eyes shifted with her movements. "Deal." She responded, softly with another kiss. She moved back and smiled as she watched Lexa's eyes flutter back open. "I'll text you when I get home."
"Please do." Lexa requested and, with one final kiss, Clarke was gone.
"She was out all night, Doctor G." Raven said, reaching for one of the appetizers. The food filled her cheeks as she continued to speak. "You should have seen her when she walked through the door this morning."
Octavia made a face and placed her hand on Raven's arm. "Babe, swallow, please."
Raven did as she was asked and continued, ignoring the death glare coming from her roommate. "Her hair was all a mess. She was carrying her shirt, all crumpled up in her hand."
Abby Griffin grinned behind her glass. She could see the redness filling her daughter's cheeks. "Was it now?"
Clarke did her best to avoid eye contact with her mother. She reached for one of the many choices on the appetizers and placed it on her plate. Her hand shook as she unraveled her fork from the napkin. Her mind going over how much trouble she would get in if she reached across the table and stabbed Raven with it.
It couldn't be that much… could it?
"Yup! I wish you could have seen her, Doc."
Clarke snapped from her thoughts of premeditated murder at the sound of Raven continuing her tale. As soon as she had entered the apartment that morning, Raven was all over her. Making jokes. Asking if Lexa was loud in bed. Questioning whether she was a scratcher or a biter. Then, unfortunately, sharing the fact that Octavia was a biter.
That earned her a punch from her girlfriend which, oddly, satisfied Clarke's urge to do the same thing.
Raven leaned forward in an attempt to talk closely with Abby and not knock over her drink in the process. "I think she may have had…" She looked around for a moment then returned her attention to the older woman. "Sex…"
The sound of Clarke's fork dropping from her fingers and clattering on her plate caused the others to jump. "Oh my God, Raven." Clarke groaned, burying her face in her hands. She raised her head and flashed Octavia a desperate look. "O, please, control your girlfriend."
Octavia raised her hands. "You know I've tried. It's impossible."
Clarke quickly turned her attention to her mother. "Mom, Lexa and I just made our relationship official. Last night, we just talked."
Abby Griffin chuckled as she took a sip of her drink. "Clarke, you are a grown woman." She stated through her swallow as she placed her glass back on the table. "What you chose to do in your relationship is your own business." She wiggled her finger at Raven flashing mock scolding look. "Raven, stop teasing Clarke."
Raven furrowed her brow in confusion. "If I did that, what pleasure would I have left in life?"
Octavia cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow. "Um, hello?" When Raven turned to her, she pointed at herself and tilted her head.
"You're a different kind of pleasure." Raven stated, wiggling her eyebrows.
Clarke rolled her eyes closed and took in a deep breath. "Can we please stop with the sex jokes?" She held her hand out toward her mother. "My mom, guys. Seriously."
"Your mom is used to this." Raven noted, taking another bite of her food.
Abby bobbed her head with a shrug of her shoulder. "She's right. I've dealt with this humor since you girls were in middle school." She took a small bite of her food and swallowed. "I'm pretty numb to it all." She dabbed her lips with her napkin and turned her attention fully toward her daughter. "Tell me more about Lexa."
Clarke shifted nervously in her seat. "Well, she plays lacrosse with Octavia. She's smart and beautiful. And she's…" She paused, her eyes widening as she looked passed Octavia toward the door. "…Here."
"What?" Raven and Octavia questioned in unison. They turned to see Lexa, and another girl, standing at the hostess stand waiting to be seated.
Abby followed her gaze and caught sight of the girl. "Which one is she?"
Clarke continued to stare at her girlfriend. "She's the one wearing the…" Her hand motioned toward her own torso as she spoke slowly, dazed even. "... black lace shirt."
Abby studied the girl for a moment and made a thoughtful noise. "She's very pretty."
"We should ask them to join us." Raven suggested, earning a slap on the shoulder from Octavia. She flashed her a look. "Ow! That's the second time you've hit me today!"
"And that's the second time you've deserved it." Octavia responded, bluntly.
"Whatever. I think we should ask them." She looked at Clarke with a sly grin. "What do you think, Griffin?"
Clarke couldn't respond to her friend's suggestion. She tried, but the words stuck in her throat and came out in squeaks and fumbled noises. It had suddenly become completely impossible for her to form a sentence.
Raven sighed with an exasperated roll of her eyes and turned to Abby. "Doc, would you like to meet your daughter's girlfriend?"
Abby thought for moment and nodded. "Yes, I would."
Clarke felt a wave of panic wash over her, turning on every nerve in her body. It's not that she didn't want her mother to meet Lexa. She absolutely did. She would just rather it happen when Raven and Anya weren't present to thoroughly embarrass them.
Her mother smiled and touched her daughters chin before turning to Raven. "Invite them over."
"Sweet!" Raven turned in her chair and raised her hand. "Lexa!"
It was that moment that Clarke found her voice. "Raven, no." She pleaded.
"Lexa!" Raven waved her hands in the air trying to get her attention.
"Raven!" Clarke ordered, in a harsh whisper but was blatantly ignored.
Lexa could hear her name. She knitted her brow in confusion and turned. A tiny brunette was standing in up, waving her hands frantically in the air. She tilted her head as her eyes drifted to the left, widening at the sight of both Octavia and Clarke. Octavia was shaking her head and Clarke looked like she wanted to become part of the table.
She turned quickly and slammed right into her sister. Lexa grunted and stumbled back a bit.
"What the hell are you doing?" Anya asked, confusion covering her face. "Dining rooms the other way." She placed her hands on Lexa's shoulders turning her around. She could feel the tenseness in her shoulders as she guided her behind the hostess. "What is your problem?"
Lexa just shook her head. She silently prayed that Raven wouldn't continue bellowing from across the dining room.
"Lexa! Over here!"
Lexa felt Anya stop, digging her fingers into her shoulders. "Hey, is that a friend of yours?"
The lacrosse player secretly lied by shaking her head no.
Anya squinted, trying to get a better look. "Oh look! It's Clarke… and the girl who isn't your friend is sitting with her." She drawled, raising an eyebrow and leaned closer, looking over Lexa's shoulder. "And is that Clarke's mother?" A sly smirk slowly spread across her lips. "We should go say hi." She released her sister and held up her finger. "Excuse me. Cute hostess girl."
Lexa closed her eyes and groaned. Her hand raised and she pinched the bridge of her nose. "This is not happening." She muttered as Anya grabbed her hand and they followed the hostess to toward Clarke's table.
Raven clapped her hands together and lowered herself back into the chair. "They're coming over."
Clarke head was still bowed. Her palms pressed into her temples as she stared down at the table. She could feel her heart thumping, reaching all the way to her throat. She heard Anya first. Her eyes closed and she took in a deep breath.
"Hi." Anya greeted, extending her hand. "I'm Anya. Lexa's sister."
Raven shook her hand. "Raven. It's nice to finally meet you."
"You as well."
Lexa stared at her for a moment. It was amazing how polite her sister was when she wanted to be.
"This is my girlfriend, Octavia, and you already know Clarke." Raven introduced, motioning her thumb toward Clarke who was still hiding behind her hands. She tried her hardest not to laugh. "And this is Abby." She turned her gaze to Lexa. "That's Clarke's mom, Lexa." She could feel Lexa's glare burning into her profile. She motioned her hand toward Abby. "Doc, this is Clarke's girlfriend, Lexa."
Lexa kept her attention on Raven wishing she had the power to zip her mouth shut. She took in a deep breath and smiled nervously. Her eyes turned to meet the woman who was waiting patiently for her to speak. A small smile played on her lips as she looked at her with new interest.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Griffin."
The sound of Lexa's voice made Clarke raise her head. She felt her stomach flutter when Lexa looked at her, flashing the tiny smile that she adored. Clarke breathed out and returned her smile.
Abby scrunched her nose and waved her hand dismissively. "Please. Call me Abby." She signaled for their waitress. When the woman approached, Abby placed her hand on her shoulder. "Would it be possible for us to move to a bigger table?" She motioned her chin toward Lexa. "My daughter's girlfriend and her sister will be joining us."
Lexa shook her head. "Oh no, Mrs.-Abby-we don't want to intrude."
"Don't be ridiculous. We would love for you to join us." She turned to her daughter, nudging her. "Wouldn't we, Clarke?"
"I know I would." Raven mumbled, earning an elbow from Octavia and a glare from Clarke.
Clarke's features relaxed as her eyes made contact with Lexa's again. "Join us. Please?"
Lexa kept her eyes on Clarke. "Alright." Her attention shifted to Abby and she nodded. "We'd love to."
The waitress confirmed there was a table available and the others rose, gathering their things. Clarke walked around to Lexa, lacing their fingers together. Her free hand rested on Lexa's chin as she ushered her face closer and kissed her cheek.
"Hey, so was Lexa super awkward as a kid?" Raven asked, wrapping her arm around Octavia's waist.
Anya blew out a breath. "Oh, you have no idea."
Lexa sighed, bowing her head. Clarke chuckled, wrapping her arm around her bicep as they walked toward their new table…
They survived.
Lunch was actually pleasant. There was a fair amount of teasing, of course. Anya and Raven together was enough to make Lexa want to bang her head against the table. Clarke wanted to choose the simpler route of sinking under the table, but Lexa's grip on her hand kept her in place.
They made several jokes about both girls when they were younger. Raven captivating them with tales of elementary and middle school Clarke. Octavia chimed in to talk about when Clarke walked in on her and Raven when they first started dating. She was sure Clarke broke her nose when she turned away with her hand over her eyes and slammed right into the door. Anya re-lived the days of when Lexa could barely run without tripping over her own two feet and now she was some kind of super athlete. She swore the constant blows to the head from hitting the ground gave her extraordinary skills.
Abby was inquisitive. Asking Lexa about her studies and lacrosse. She and Lexa became very involved in a conversation about sports medicine when the lacrosse player spoke of an interest in pursuing that field not too long ago. Of course, Abby encouraged her not to give up on it. Her mother practically flew out of her seat at the mention of working in the medical field.
They stood outside the restaurant chatting for a bit longer. Anya exchanged numbers with Octavia and Raven. Lexa spoke a bit longer with Abby until Clarke gently tugged on her hand bringing Lexa's attention fully on her.
"Come talk to me for a second." Clarke requested, softly.
Lexa nodded and excused herself from Abby as Clarke walked her away from the group. They stopped only a few feet away and Lexa rested her hands on the blonde's hips, pulling her a bit closer. "What's up?"
Clarke smiled, her fingers hooked into the hem of Lexa's black lace shirt. Her expression dropped a bit when their eyes met. "Are you okay?" The concern heavy in her words.
Lexa looked at her confused. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, I mean…" Clarke shrugged her shoulder as her index finger twisted the material. "This is not exactly how I wanted you to meet my mom."
The realization hit Lexa and she released a long "Oh" in response. She offered an earnest half smile and cupped the blondes chin with her hand. "It wasn't that bad. I mean, honestly, it wasn't bad at all." She placed a small kiss on her lips. "Your mom is really nice."
"I see she has you fooled too." Clarke joked, the laughter strong in her tone. She nodded slowly several times. "My mom is pretty awesome."
Lexa nodded, lacing their fingers together. "When do I get to see you again?"
Clarke felt her heart beat doubly hard at the question. That same idiotic smile Lexa was the reason for do spread across her face. "You tell me."
Lexa played with her hands, twisting their fingers together as she spoke. "Well, I have classes and lacrosse practice. I'm sure you have class and interning."
Clarke nodded, keeping her eyes trained on Lexa. Watching her features twist and turn as she thought. A frown appeared on Lexa's lips and Clarke felt a little piece inside of her deflate.
"Friday."
"Friday?" Clarke whined. "That's the whole week."
Lexa held in the chuckle building in her throat. "I know but, I've got an idea." She pulled Clarke a bit closer. "Anya is going away to some convention this weekend so I'll have the apartment all to myself."
Clarke raised an eyebrow, intrigued on where this was going when she noticed the tips of Lexa's ears turn pink.
"I could cook dinner for you and we could…"
"Talk?" Clarke finished with a smirk.
Lexa studied her for a moment before the exact smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth. "Yes. Talk."
Clarke pushed herself closer, lips hovering suggestively close. "That sounds great." A seductive grin replaced the smirk. "I'm in."
Lexa made a mental note that this look of Clarke's was officially her favorite. "I'm glad."
They leaned in to close the torturous gap between them. The sound of a throat clearing caused them to pause. Lexa's jaw twitched and she released a small growl which earned a chuckle from the blonde.
"Sorry to interrupt." Anya said, but the grin on her face said otherwise. Her hand raised in defense then she used her thumb to motion over her shoulder. "Abby wants you."
Lexa pointed at herself. "Me?"
Anya nodded.
Lexa swallowed hard as she looked at Clarke again. "Is she going to give me the speech now?"
Clarke chuckled and touched her cheek. "Be strong, Commander." She requested, placing a kiss on her lips.
Lexa pulled back slowly with a smile. She locked eyes with Clarke. "You know, it actually sounds a little sexy when you say it."
Clarke continued to hold her stare. "I'll be sure to remember that."
Anya rolled her eyes and stepped between them. "Okay, okay, enough." She separated them and snapped her fingers, pointing at Clarke's mom. "Go. You're keeping the woman waiting."
Lexa made a face and sighed as she turned and walked over to Abby.
Clarke watched them for a moment, folding her hands together in front of herself. Her mother had her hands on Lexa's shoulders, her expression serious for just a moment. Then, she smiled and pulled Lexa into a hug. Her girlfriend looked very confused by the action for just a second before hugging the woman back.
Clarke smiled at the scene. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder and she turned to see Anya looking at her, sincerely.
"My sister has been broken for a really long time." Anya said, softly. She gave Clarke's shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "It's nice to see her whole again."
Her hand rested over Anya's and she flashed her a thankful smile. Clarke narrowed her eyes, curiously. "Did you just say something nice about your sister?"
Anya shot her an evil glare and pointed her finger at the blonde. "If you tell her, you and I are no longer cool."
Clarke laughed causing Anya to laugh as well. The older Woods threw her arm around the blonde's shoulders and they walked together to join the others…