"So, you and Lexa, huh?" The question surprised Clarke, causing her eyes to widen as she faced the guy who had just spoken to her. It was Miller, and Clarke was a little more than surprised to see him around without any of his friends. Usually he was at least with Bryan. He looked uncharacteristically tired, and Clarke was immediately concerned, but then her thoughts refocused on the question she'd been asked.

It was Friday morning, and Clarke was actually quite frustrated that it wasn't Saturday yet. Lexa had decided that she would just stay in for Friday night, but that basically meant that Clarke was also staying in, and she wanted very badly to hang out with Lexa. She knew that she could just ask the brunette if she wanted to hang out, just the two of them, but she was apparently not confident enough to get herself to do so. "What about me and Lexa?"

"You two are dating or something? I mean, I guess I just assumed after last weekend."

Clarke shook her head. "I don't… I don't think we're dating. I don't know really." Exhaling slowly, the blonde swallowed thickly. "I mean, we aren't not dating, I guess. I'm honestly not quite sure what specifically is going on with that."

Miller nodded. "Yeah, trust me, I get that."

"You been okay? I haven't talked to you much since I stopped hanging out with Finn, and well… you seem kind of distanced from him, Bryan, and… everyone lately."

The guy took in a shaky breath. "Yeah, it's complicated, but I'm fine."

"Did something happen? Did you want to, ah, talk about it?"

He smiled softly. "Thanks, but I'd rather not."

"Sure…"

"Hey there," a voice greeted suddenly, and Clarke felt familiar, soft skin brush against her arm as she turned to immediately become absorbed in a sea of green, her breath catching audibly in her throat.

"Hey," she choked out a second later.

Lexa didn't comment on her obvious, taken aback reaction, but Miller flashed the blonde an amused look that the blonde returned with a glare. "Hey, Miller. How are you?"

"Pretty good, and yourself?"

"Same," Lexa returned with a wide smile. The bell went off suddenly, and Miller quickly excused himself, giving them each a smile before disappearing. The brunette turned to Clarke before she could also leave, and tilted her head. "Have you seen O or Rae this morning?"

"No, why?"

"No reason, just wondering."

They exchanged quick goodbyes, and as Clarke started off to her first period, she felt her heartrate beginning to slow again. How was she so immediately thrown off by Lexa? It was like when the brunette showed up, it took a good few minutes for Clarke to even think about anything else. Face red, Clarke entered her first period and slid into her desk. She had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

When she finally got to lunch later, Clarke was ready for the day to be over. She walked up to the table as Raven was leaning over to Octavia, whispering something in her ear that made the other brunette blush. "Raven!" Octavia exclaimed.

"Hey guys," Clarke greeted, raising her eyebrows. "What's up?"

"Nothing!" Octavia squeaked, causing Raven to smirk. "How are you?"

"Fine," Clarke replied slowly. She could pretty easily assume what kind of thing that Raven had said, which made sense considering that the two of them had a date that night. "You?"

"We're good," Raven replied, grinning. "I think Octavia is a little bit excited for our date tonight."

"Shut up," Octavia grumbled, tugging her hand away when Raven tried to grab it.

Lexa was suddenly dropping her things next to the table, huffing in annoyance. "You guys are gross."

"Why? Because we're adorable and in love, and you're single and lame?" Raven asked, smiling teasingly at Lexa. Clarke's gaze was glued to the brunette as she sat down, but green eyes were looking at Raven still.

"Just because of the former, not the latter."

Octavia rolled her eyes. "Anyway…"

Conversation quickly drifted away from anything having to do with Octavia and Raven, and school and other things. Clarke found herself absorbed in listening to her friends talk, but not actually absorbing anything that they were saying. Mostly, she was becoming entranced by Lexa's voice, her gaze lingering for long moments on the girl before she would realize and glance away for a moment. She was sure that her friends noticed, especially Anya when she and Harper got to the table, but she couldn't really bring herself to care.

On the walk to fifth period, Lexa looked to Clarke with concern. "You okay? You were really quiet at lunch."

"Yeah, I'm okay," Clarke insisted quickly. She was, wasn't she? Just tired from the week, and everything that had happened, and tired of trying to figure out how to deal with her feelings toward Lexa. It was hard, because she wanted to be open with them to the brunette, and tell her that she wished she knew what was going on between the two of them. However, she didn't want to mess up whatever equilibrium point they had reached, so she said nothing.

"Clarke?" Blinking, the blonde realized that she had zoned out, and Lexa's eyebrows were furrowed. "You sure you're okay?"

"Just tired," Clarke promised, smiling softly. They reached fifth period, and split off toward opposite ends of the room.

Thankfully, Finn said nothing to her during that class.

By the time that Clarke had walked home, she was exhausted. All thoughts of her plans for that night, or lack thereof, were wiped from her mind, and she fell asleep on her bed within minutes, face buried in her pillow.

She only woke up three hours later to the sound of her phone ringing with a call from her mother. If it had been anyone else, she would have hung up, possibly chucked her phone against a wall, and gone back to sleep. Instead, her thumb lazily pressed the answer button and then put the call on speaker.

"Hey, mom," she murmured tired.

"Hey, sweetie! How was your day?" Abby sounded like she'd had the day off, or maybe had worked a night shift and had just woken up and gotten ready an hour ago.

"Long," Clarke replied lazily. "I was taking a nap."

"You know you won't be able to sleep later if you take a nap now, Clarke."

"Yeah, well, I'm tired. And I don't have any plans tonight, I could just stay up all night to balance out the nap."

Abby was quiet for a moment, and Clarke knew that she was analyzing the blonde's words and tone of voice. "Are you okay? You sound a little off."

"Just tired," Clarke promised, as she had to Lexa earlier. "It's been a rough week."

"Okay… I'll let you get back to your nap then. Call me tomorrow or Sunday, okay?"

"Sure, love you, mom."

"Love you too, sweetie."

The call ended, and Clarke pushed her phone away, bundling up in her soft blankets and willing herself to fall back asleep. However, twenty minutes later, she was still awake, alternating between forcing her eyes closed and just giving up and staring into space. Finally accepting that she could not fall back asleep, she clambered out of her bed and stumbled over to her bathroom. She put her hair up in a ponytail, fixed her makeup a little, and stared at herself in the mirror, considering her options. She could stay in, wipe off her makeup completely and just watch movies. She could also call her friends in New York, who hadn't really tried to speak to her in a while. In fact, she wasn't sure that she had even texted any of them since before Christmas. She kind of wanted to know what they might think about her being bi, but thinking about that caused stress to build up in her chest, and she opted not to.

Her last option would be to make plans – to go out and do something. But with whom would she?

Immediately, she remembered that Lexa lived very close to Marcus' place. Upon making the realization, she vetoed the idea of going over there. Just a few second later, though, the veto was apparently overruled, and she resolved herself to go over to Lexa's house.

In retrospect, she probably should have at least texted Lexa to make sure that she was home before she walked the whole way to the house. At the very least, she should have noticed the absence of Lexa's car in the spot which she could slightly recall the car being the first time she came over. Instead, she was apparently so out of it that she knocked on the front door, and when it swung open, an older woman who was clearly Lexa's mother was standing there.

"Hi, can I help you?" the woman asked, tilting her head.

Clarke blinked. "Oh, I'm looking for Lexa."

"And you are?"

"Clarke Griffin," she replied quickly. "If she's not here, I'll go. I probably should've texted before I just came over."

"Oh, it's no problem," the woman was saying quickly, shaking her head. "I just asked Lexa to drive down to the store for me, but she'll be back soon. You're welcome to come in. Clarke, you said your name was?"

"Yeah."

"It's nice to meet you, are you new? I don't quite remember Lexa having a friend named Clarke."

Clarke nodded. "Yeah, I moved here at the beginning of the year, but I didn't really meet Lexa for real until around New Year's."

The woman smiled and nodded softly. "Well, any friend of Lexa's is welcome here. I'm Stephanie Woods, her mother obviously. My husband is out right now, so it's just you and me here for now. Have you been here before?" Clarke nodded again. "Okay good, then you can let yourself up to Lexa's room if you'd like. She'll be home pretty soon."

"Thank you, Mrs. Woods."

"No problem, dear."

Clarke gave the woman a smile and then started toward the stairs that she remembered from the last time she'd been here. The house became quiet once Stephanie stopped talking, and the blonde swallowed thickly. She felt out of place when she gently swung Lexa's door open, walking into the dark room uninvited. Hitting the light switch tentatively, she glanced around the bedroom. It looked pretty much identical to the way it did a week ago, and that was no surprise.

Though her first instinct was to seat herself on the bed and wait there, Clarke instead made her way to the desk, pulling out the chair and sitting down. Her messenger bag fell lightly onto the floor next to her, and she crossed her legs, trying to make herself smaller as though that would somehow lessen her presence in the room, and took her phone out of her pocket. She would have to find something to do to distract her while she waited for Lexa to return.

The sound of a door opening downstairs, followed by what must've been keys landing in a key bowl, caused Clarke to jump slightly. She heard Lexa call out to her mom, but the lack of a response told Clarke that Stephanie must be in a different part of the house. Subsequently, Lexa had no idea that Clarke was here, and the blonde was just about to get up and exit the room to intercept Lexa, when the brunette was already at the doorway.

Green eyes widened in shock for a moment, but Lexa recovered quickly. "Clarke. Hey?"

"Hey, sorry, your mom let me in," Clarke apologized quickly. "I didn't know if I should come in here without you here, but your mom said I could just come up here, and I… yeah."

"It's fine," Lexa insisted. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I was just… bored," Clarke said, before sighing in exasperation. "I don't know, I've been kind of out of it all day, and you're like… kind of the only person who can get me to focus really well lately."

Lexa tilted her head, walking into her room and closing the door behind her. She sat down on the end of her bed, which had no footboard, and looked to the blonde. "You wanna talk about anything?"

"I… don't know."

"Is it about Finn? Did he do something?"

Clarke shook her head, her gaze dropping to her hands, which had released her phone and were now gently messing with her fingers. "No, he's actually not done anything, like, bad lately. I don't know, I'm not really upset about anything, I just have some stuff on my mind."

"Well, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Lexa insisted, stretching her legs out in front of her. Clarke watched her as she grabbed a hair tie off of her wrist and tied her loose hair up into a ponytail. "We can watch a movie or something? Oh – wait, I forgot you don't watch movies."

"I do to watch movies," Clarke insisted, quirking up an eyebrow.

"Okay, so you wanna watch one? I mean, you'll have to be okay with sitting on my bed next to me and watching it on my laptop – I am, unfortunately, not as rich as our dear friend Octavia," Lexa joked.

Clarke laughed. "Yeah, I can't say I have a problem with that proposition."

"Awesome, got any recommendations?"

"You're the movie expert here."

"I don't know that I would go as far as to say that I'm an expert."

Clarke rolled her eyes. "You seemed to know all your gay and lesbian movies fairly well."

"Well that's because there are like five good ones," Lexa insisted with a scoff, standing and moving over to her desk to grab her laptop. Clarke held her breath at the sudden close proximity, and then Lexa was back on her bed, sitting down and leaning against the headboard. Lexa looked up at the blonde. "You coming, or are you planning on watching from over there?"

Clarke scrambled up from the seat, crossing the room and sitting down next to Lexa, who had opened Netflix.

"Okay, let's see what I've watched that's good."

Clarke saw the list of movies and shows that Lexa had watched recently, and raised her eyebrows. "Uh, I have never heard of any of these. All Cheerleaders Die?"

Lexa snickered. "Yeah, that's a fun one. Trash, if you will."

"Okay… Geography Club?"

"More gay trash."

"You seem to have only one type of movie that you like to watch," Clarke said with amusement, still looking at the list. Some of them she actually did recognize, and they weren't part of the LGBT category that Lexa seemed to frequent. "I actually know some of these. But some of the other ones have really weird names. Blue Is the Warmest Color?"

Lexa coughed awkwardly, scrolling down. "Yeah no, we're not watching that."

"What is it?"

"It's… um… a French film about a lesbian," Lexa replied vaguely, her face reddening slightly as she looked over the rest of her list. She was actively avoiding looking away from her screen, and Clarke looked at her face thoughtfully.

"Oh yeah? That's all?"

"Mm."

"Then why are you blushing?"

Lexa narrowed her eyes, finally meeting Clarke's gaze. "I'm not."

"Uh yeah, you are. What's the movie about?"

"It's just, like, not something you should watch with, like, anyone. A quarter of the movie is basically porn."

Clarke swallowed thickly. "Oh."

"It's a really good film, though," Lexa said quickly, fixing her gaze back on the screen. "As long as you don't mind reading subtitles." Clarke nodded slowly, still watching Lexa's face. "Ugh, I don't really want to watch any of these again."

"We could find something that you haven't seen on Netflix."

"Good luck finding something good that I haven't seen," Lexa said, quirking up an eyebrow and turning the computer a bit to allow Clarke to use it. It was still seated on the brunette's lap, though, so Clarke had to lean forward a bit in order to drop her hand on the touchpad. Her skin brushing Lexa's caused her to swallow thickly, and she thought she felt Lexa tense.

After a minute or so of scrolling through movies that looked dumb, or that Lexa had already seen, Clarke gave up. "Okay, yeah, that's not happening. No movie for us, I guess, unless you have DVDs."

"I don't," Lexa replied apologetically. "Well, I guess my awesome plan failed."

Clarke smiled. "Well, on the bright side, you at least got my out of my head for the first time all day."

"I suppose that is something to be happy about," Lexa agreed with a chuckle. "Oh, you wanna hear what I got while I was in Tampa on Wednesday?"

"Sure," Clarke agreed, but Lexa was already hopping off the bed, her laptop nearly falling off of the bed. Clarke barely saved it, pulling it to the middle of the bed as Lexa went over to her record player. She was actually adorable, Clarke realized, and the blonde had to bite her lip to keep from smiling too widely at the brunette's excitement.

"So, I was kind of stuck between a couple of different records, and I only wanted to buy one, so I ended up just going with this," Lexa said. "I'll probably never get any more 'basic' than owning this, but I don't even care." Clarke watched her back as she took a vinyl record out of a case and placed it on the turntable of the machine. A second later, the first song began to play, and Clarke found herself smiling.

"Taylor Swift, huh?"

"Hey, you can't not like Taylor, okay?" Lexa insisted, flashing Clarke a teasing glare. "And 1989 is her best album by far."

"I'm not judging," Clarke insisted with a grin. "I like her music. I guess I'm just slightly surprised that this is the one you chose to buy. Wouldn't you want to collect older ones first? This one isn't going anywhere."

Lexa shrugged. "I don't care, I just wanted it."

"Well, I guess that is a good reason to pick it. Does it have New Romantics on it?"

Lexa frowned, grabbing the album case and flipping it over. "Oh, no, it doesn't. That's on the deluxe album, I guess. This one has Clean on it, though, and I love that song." She turned back to the record player and stopped it, taking off the record and placing the second one from the album case on it instead. She moved the arm through most of the record, and dropped it at the beginning of Clean.

"I have to admit, it's pretty cool that you have a record player," Clarke gave in with a chuckle.

"My parents think it's kind of dumb," Lexa said, coming back over to the bed and closing her laptop, moving it over to her desk before sitting down on the bed again. "I'm trying to convince them otherwise before my birthday, so that they'll get me some records instead of clothes. My mother literally always buys me clothes for my birthday – which is fine, except I have too many clothes by now."

"When is your birthday?" Clarke wondered.

"March 12th, I think it's the Saturday at the end of spring break this year. I can't wait to be eighteen. I'm so done with not being an adult."

Clarke laughed lightly. "Finally I've got something on you. I turned eighteen in September."

"What do you mean you finally have something on me?" Lexa furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, crossing her legs and propping her elbow up on her knee. Her chin was resting on her palm, and Clarke was pretty sure it was one of the more adorable things she'd ever seen.

"I don't know, you're just… kind of intimidating, I guess. You've done lots more things than I have."

"If it makes you feel better, you have another thing on me. You've slept with guys – and I haven't."

Clarke let out a surprised laugh. "That doesn't make me feel better actually. I'd rather not think about the last time I had sex with a guy, seeing as it was like, twelve hours before I found Finn cheating on me."

"Gross. You know, maybe Raven's right, and we should wreck him."

"Raven is ridiculous, that's what Raven is," Clarke argued with a shake of her head. "As much as I would like to sometimes resort to violence, I don't condone it."

"Not even a little bit?"

"Nope."

Lexa chuckled. "Alright, fine, no violence. I guess we can just pretend that he doesn't exist then – that's what we all kind of used to do. Mentioning Finn around Raven has always been sort of… um, not something you want to do."

"Yeah, I've gathered. Octavia really slept with him?"

"Yes, it was a rough time for our friend group. Octavia was blind to Raven's love for her, and felt like exploring sex and whatnot, and one morning just turns up like 'Hey, I slept with Finn Collins last night.' Needless to say, Raven freaked out. The rest of us were kind of just… trying to not end up as collateral damage. Funnily enough, though, Octavia and Raven were dating less than a month later. I guess the one positive about it all was that it got Raven to open up about her feelings," Lexa said with a shrug. "I don't know; he's just always seemed kind of like… a dick when I've spoken to him."

Clarke shrugged. "He was always really sweet to me. He let me talk about all of my problems, which was nice. He gave me a lot of attention in a time where I felt really alone, and he told me about himself and his childhood – which I'm pretty sure not many people have heard about it. I could've seen myself falling in love with him for sure. It's just hard to see him as the same person now that I know what he was like before I met him, and what he's like now, you know?"

"Yeah, I can see how that would be a game changer…"

"Anyway, I don't want this to get depressing. Let's talk about something else."

Lexa hummed thoughtfully. "Well. Let's see. You don't watch movies, so we can't talk about those. You might judge me for my music taste, so can't talk about that…"

"Oh shut up, you're such a dork," Clarke said with a laugh, reaching out to lightly shove Lexa. The brunette grinned widely, and for a moment, the air between them was silent. Blue eyes scanned over Lexa's beautiful face, and green eyes didn't move from those blue pools. Clarke was just about to lean forward, shed all boundaries, and kiss Lexa, but her phone vibrated from where it was sitting next to her.

Quickly averting her gaze, she looked down at the phone. It was a text from Marcus, asking whether or not she was home. Sighing, she looked up to Lexa, who was avoiding eye contact now. "Sorry, it's my uncle. Give me a second." She quickly sent him a text that she was at a friend's house, and he offered her the okay to sleep over if she wanted to. That almost made her smile, and she sent him a thank you before tossing the device aside. Looking back up, she realized that Lexa was watching her face now. "What?"

"Sorry," Lexa apologized, pursing her lips but not looking away. "What did your uncle want?"

"I didn't tell him I left, and I don't think he was home when I got home, so he just wanted to check on where I was," she replied with a shrug. "He's pretty chill about me hanging out with people or whatever, I think he just doesn't want anything to happen to me because he wasn't checking up. Which makes sense. He's responsible for me while I'm living here, after all."

Lexa nodded. "Makes sense." It was quiet for a moment. "You think he'd let you go to Tampa for a weekend?" Clarke raised an eyebrow.

"Probably. Why, we taking a trip?"

"Do you wanna go next weekend?" Lexa asked, brightening a little. "I'll pay for the hotel, so it'll be basically free for you."

"Sure," Clarke agreed. "It'll be fun."

"Oh yes," Lexa assured her with a grin. "Lots of fun. You have a fake ID, right?"

Clarke quirked up an eyebrow. "Yes…"

"Great, then yes, it'll be a blast."

"You better not take me out to a club and then abandon me to go sleep with some random."

Lexa laughed, and Clarke was glad that the brunette recognized the joke in her words rather than take offense. "I won't. As it seems, I'm pretty emotionally unavailable to most people right now."

"Yeah?" Clarke asked, sucking her lower lip into her mouth a little, and biting down on the edge of it.

"Mm." Lexa gave her a soft smile. "So. No movie. What else can we do?"

While Clarke was thinking, humming softly, she realized that the music had stopped, and her gaze focused on the stilled record player. "Does it stop by itself?" Lexa turned to look behind her.

"Yeah, it's fancy like that," Lexa replied with a chuckle, looking back to Clarke. "It's nice, means I can play music while I'm going to sleep, and I don't have to worry about it ruining the record. Just have to make sure and dust it all off the next morning."

Clarke nodded, her eyes maintaining steady contact with Lexa now. She wanted to so badly to lean in to kiss the brunette; it was as if she could feel something tugging her closer. Like the first time, the weekend before, except without alcohol playing as her excuse. She wanted to flatten Lexa across her bed and feel her underneath her. She wanted to remember more than just bits and pieces of it.

The desire began to burn so furiously inside of her that there was no physical way to resist anymore, and she practically pounced forward. Lexa must have felt the pull, too, though, because she seemed to meet Clarke halfway as well, and their lips were desperately moving against each other. Soon, tongues took the place of lips in the battle, and Clarke tried as best as she could to get their positions to reverse, with Lexa closest to the head of the bed, but the brunette bested her. She felt herself pressed into Lexa's soft pillows, a thigh sliding in between hers and putting a bit of pressure against her burning desire.

"Fuck," she heard herself gasp out as hands slid underneath her shirt, gently feeling the soft skin there. Lexa's hands moved slowly, but her lips were fast, and her tongue took dominance of Clarke's mouth. The blonde gave up the battle, allowing the perfect girl to top her. She could hardly say that she was disappointed.

Lexa's lips tore away from Clarke's, moving instead to the girl's neck and beginning to suck on the skin there. Clarke's mind flashed back to the previous weekend, to body shots and drunken sex, and it only served to turn her on more. Moaning, her body arching upwards against Lexa's. Despite the encouragement, Lexa slowed down at that point, moving her lips and tongue across Clarke's neck and then down to her collarbone, just above her shirt.

"Lexa," Clarke murmured pleadingly.

"Mm?" Lexa hummed in response, vibrating the skin where her mouth was.

"I want you to touch me," the blonde whimpered.

"Be patient," Lexa commanded gently, and Clarke let out a small puff of protest.

Trying not to sound like she was whining, Clarke insisted, "I've been patient." Lexa ignored the comment, her hands still teasing Clarke's midsection before gripping the edge of her shirt and tugging on it in question. Clarke just about yanked the material off of herself, and she heard Lexa laugh out a low chuckle. Hot kisses were pressed around the edges of Clarke's bra, on the tops of her breasts and just below them. "Lexa, please take off my bra," Clarke groaned.

Lexa chuckled again, and her hands slid around to Clarke's back, unclasping the undergarment and letting it fall away. Clarke thought she hard Lexa sigh contently when Clarke's breasts were exposed, and for a moment, Clarke actually realized that her entire chest was on display, and her face flushed. She looked up at Lexa, who was sitting up now, her thigh no longer between Clarke's. Instead, she was now straddling the blonde.

"What?" Clarke murmured in embarrassment.

Lexa smiled softly. "Nothing," she promised, before leaning down again and pressing kisses across Clarke's bare torso. Over her flat midriff, the slight dip between her diaphragm and her ribs, along the underside of her boobs. Finally, she got to where Clarke wanted her, and the blond let out a needy moan.

The buildup began again, the desire between Clarke's legs intensifying as gentle fingers caressed her waist and her hips, and lips worshipped her breasts. Everything felt more real, more intense, now. The first time, with alcohol being their guide and their catalyst, had felt good and heightened by their intoxication, but somehow, this was still better.

Clarke knew that for sure when two thumbs slid under the top of her shorts, pulling them down slowly. It was Clarke's wiggling that sped up the process, and the blonde was almost positive that she heard Lexa chuckle yet again at her eagerness. She couldn't bring herself to care or be self-conscious at this point, however, so she just quickly pushed off her underwear before Lexa could return to her straddling position.

Lexa took it for what it was, and she slid her thigh back in between Clarke's, pressing up intentionally on her center as her lips met Clarke's again hotly. The moan that escaped Clarke's throat wasn't even noticed through the clash of their mouths.

"Fuck," Clarke gasped desperately when Lexa's lips finally released hers, swollen and pink. Lips were again trailing down her body, but faster this time, and with a very pointed destination. Clarke looked down just as Lexa's face was settling in between her legs, but as soon as her lips made contact with Clarke's lower ones, she could no longer pay attention with her eyes. They squeezed shut, and her hands flung to the sides of her body to grab onto the blankets as Lexa explored her sensitive area.

Slowly, but surely, Clarke felt herself being driven up and up, and finally, after an indeterminable amount of time, she cried out in finality and fell into the now wet sheets, spent. Her chest was rising and falling incredibly quickly, and her mind was fuzzy for a good thirty seconds after coming. She barely even noticed that Lexa had crawled back up the bed and was lying next to her, on her side, green eyes watching the blonde fondly.

When she could finally focus again, Clarke turned her head to look at Lexa. "Hi."

Lexa laughed softly. "Hey."

Clarke swallowed her doubts and her fears, and she let her gaze fall onto Lexa's clothed body. However, before she could say anything about the quite unproportioned clothing ratio between them, something hit her. "Holy shit, we just had sex while your mom is in the house?"

Green eyes flickered with amusement. "No, she should have left by now. She works night shifts. She probably left around the time you and I were looking for a movie. That's why I went to the store. She wanted me to pick up this instant soup stuff that she likes to eat during her break." Clarke relaxed incredibly, and Lexa laughed at her quietly. "It's nice to know that your first thought after having sex with me is my mother."

Clarke rolled her eyes at the quip, pushing herself up on her side and looking down at Lexa, who stayed flat against the pillow. "You're wearing a lot more clothes than me."

"That's because you're not wearing any," Lexa said quietly, still sounding slightly amused.

"Not fair," Clarke claimed, and Lexa slowly sat up. Their gazes met again, and Lexa stood up from the bed, standing in front of the blonde and lowering her hands to the edge of her shirt. She slowly, and very teasingly, stripped her t-shirt from her body. Following that, her thumbs hooked through the belt loops of her shorts, and she dragged them down her long legs. Clarke's eyes soaked up every movement, and then finally, Lexa unhooked the bra enclosing her breasts, tossing it away.

Her body was beautiful, and Clarke nearly scolded herself for not having committed it to memory earlier. She could only blame her drunkenness for that, but luckily, she had the image in front of her now. It was better than she could have imagined, especially when Lexa began the last step, and let her underwear slide down her legs and pool at her feet. "Better?" she asked quietly, and Clarke rose to her knees on the bed, so that she was of even height with Lexa. She brought their lips together as an answer, and her hands dropped to Lexa's lower back, pulling her gently onto the bed.

Even though she was sure it would probably take longer for her to make Lexa come than it had taken for Lexa to get her to climax, Clarke wouldn't let that diminish the feeling of adoration, desire, want, and need that rose up in her chest when Lexa allowed Clarke to gently top her, to feel her body. It felt sacred, for some reason, even though Lexa's body had been seen by more people than had seen Clarke's. Maybe it was because Clarke knew that this wasn't just about sex for Lexa – and it was mostly definitely not just about sex for Clarke – and even though those exact words hadn't been spoken, Clarke reveled in them as she slowly brought Lexa up to climax.


Clarke woke up to a smell she was not entirely used to waking up to, but she knew all too easily that it was the smell of sex. She could smell it on herself, and she could smell it on Lexa, whose arms she lay wrapped up in. It was only after a few seconds that that part registered in her brain, though, that Lexa was still here with her, holding her securely. Their bare skin was pressed against each other everywhere, and Clarke inhaled the scent of their intimacy before sighing happily.

Sure, the original purpose for having gone to Lexa's house the previous day hadn't really been fulfilled. She still wasn't quite sure what was going on between the two of them, but there were some pretty telling clues by now. Lexa had admitted that she was emotionally unavailable to "most people," which obviously excluded Clarke, since earlier in the week, she had openly admitted to liking Clarke. And they'd had sex again, this time filled with more than just the desperate drive for closeness. Lexa had even slowed it down, and Clarke was sure she'd done it in order to properly take it all in this time.

So whatever was happening, Clarke knew that she was okay. Lexa wasn't about to go sleep with someone else, and she hadn't yet woken and freaked out about being naked in bed with the blonde. Though, Clarke recognized, she may have just not yet woken up.

That thought was immediately crushed when Lexa's soft voice murmured, "Clarke, are you awake?"

"Mm, yeah," Clarke whispered back, snuggling backward a little. She heard Lexa's soft laugh, and it warmed her.

"You have anywhere to be today?" Lexa whispered quietly.

"No," Clarke replied. "I was going to just hang out with all of you, assuming that someone was going to make plans."

Soft lips pressed to the back of Clarke's neck, through her messy blonde hair, and she exhaled happily. "So you don't have to leave soon?"

"Nope."

"Perfect," Lexa hummed.

It was Clarke's turn to laugh, though hers came out in a giggle. "Comfy?"

"Very."

"Happy to hear it," Clarke whispered in amusement. It was silent for a moment, and then she took in a shaky breath and said, "By the way… what was bothering me yesterday when I came over… I think I just really needed to be close to you."

"You can be as close to me as you want, whenever you want," Lexa murmured into her hair playfully.

Clarke laughed lightly. "Well, good to know."

"Seriously, though," Lexa insisted. "You can even show up randomly in my room like last night whenever you feel like it, and I won't kick you out."

Smirking, Clarke shook her head. "You are too much." A hand suddenly lowered and squeezed her ass, and Clarke squeaked. "Lexa!"

"Sorry, I was just agreeing with your assertion that I'm too much." The brunette was obviously grinning – Clarke could hear it in her voice – and Clarke herself was definitely red-faced. "You feel like sleeping more, or you want me to make breakfast?"

"You don't have to make breakfast. I usually skip it anyway."

"Yeah, ha, no," Lexa deadpanned. "Sorry, babe, but I'm a breakfast eater, and a breakfast maker. So if you're going to be sleeping over in my bed, you're eating breakfast."

The two of them were disconnected all of the sudden, and Clarke rolled over with furrowed eyebrows, facing Lexa as she stood up from the bed. "Fine, but can't we lay in bed a little while longer?"

"Nope, you ruined it by trying to get out of breakfast," Lexa claimed, flashing the blonde an indignant look. "Come on, you can help me make something."

"I don't think you really want that…" Clarke slowly sat up, aware that her body was still tired from the night before, and she really did smell of sex.

"I do, actually."

The blonde huffed. "Fine."

Once fully clothed, they found themselves down in Lexa's kitchen, where the brunette began to make waffles and Clarke sat patiently on one of the bar stools. The kitchen wasn't incredibly large, but there was a small island with two barstools, and then a small breakfast nook that was nestled in between a couple of windows that peeked out into the small yard.

"So you don't actually want to help, huh?" Lexa asked with amusement.

"I really don't cook things," Clarke insisted with a chuckle. "I'll leave it to you."

"Fair enough."

A few seconds later, before either of them could think about what else to say, both of their phones vibrated simultaneously.

Clarke looked at hers first. "It's Octavia."

Group Message: Octavia, Raven, Anya, Harper, Lexa and Clarke

Octavia – GUYS! What are we doing tonight?!

The blonde was about to voice the message out to Lexa, but then began to flood of messages in the group, and Lexa stopped what she was doing to grab her own phone and see what was up.

Anya – Um, how should we know? Apparently all of our lives revolve around what YOU two are doing. -.-

Harper – Anya's bitter, because she tried to get laid last night and failed miserably.

Raven – Um, whom did she try to sleep with?

Lexa – Ooh, was it that girl who works at the grocery store? She and Anya have been making sex eyes literally every week for like, two months.

Anya – Ugh, no, I didn't try to sleep with her. I don't even know her? It was just a random who was at the bar last night.

Octavia – Wait, you went out with your fake ID without us!?

Harper – Lol, O, I think you were a little busy last night. And I was with her, so she wasn't alone.

Raven – What did you do last night Lexa? And also wtf why isn't Clarke answering?

Clarke – Too tired.

Octavia – She speaks!

Lexa – I stayed in last night.

Anya – What did Clarke do that she's too tired at ten in the morning? ;)

Clarke – I stayed in too, it's just been a really long week.

So yeah, Clarke wasn't going to flat out tell her friends that she'd slept with Lexa, just like Lexa wasn't either. Just because her friends knew that she was bi, and knew that she had slept with Lexa, it didn't mean that they had to know every time the two of them had sex. Plus, if they knew that it was a thing, they might end up messing it up before it was an official thing.

Anya – Long week, sure…

Harper – Leave her alone, Anya, you were part of the reason her week was long. _

Lexa – What she said ^^^

Octavia – Guys, we got off the point! What are we doing tonight?

Raven – I suggested drinking until we can't see straight, but then I realized only three of us ever see straight anyway :^)

Anya – Movie night?

Harper – Ooh, yes!

Lexa – Whoever picks the movies has to pick good ones because Clarke is a picky movie watcher.

Clarke – Slightly…

Octavia – GIRLTRASH!

Raven – Oh god, only if you want me and Harper singing those fucking songs for the rest of the night afterward…

Harper – BY TWO AM!

Raven – I HOPE I'M NAKED WITH HER!

Harper – PAINTED WITH HER!

Raven – SATED BY HER!

Clarke – Well this escalated quickly. O.O

Anya – Don't let Octavia force you to watch that movie, Clarke, it sucks.

Lexa – It's kinda good. Brings me back to the South of Nowhere days.

Octavia – Lol Lexa, we were like seven when South of Nowhere was on. There's no way you were watching that show as a seven-year-old.

Lexa – You don't know my life bitch.

Clarke – Yeah so, I TOTALLY know what you guys are talking about…

Raven – It's a trash show that is amazing and gay.

Clarke – I think I'm still misunderstanding what you guys mean when you say a show is trash, but amazing, so I'll just ah, yeah, sit here and pretend I understand. :o)

Octavia – Fine, I'll pick something else, but you guys all better show up at 7!

Harper – Will do!

Anya – Sure, whatever.

Clarke – Okay.

Lexa – See you then!

"Jeez," Clarke muttered under breath, locking her phone and looking over to Lexa, who had already resumed her task.

"Group messages are kind of a thing with Octavia. I think she was slow to add you, because she was still trying to judge whether or not you'd be okay with them," Lexa admitted. "Some people get royally pissed when their phone gets spammed with like fifty messages in a period of five minutes."

Clarke laughed with a shake of her head. "I think it's kind of ridiculous, but I guess I get the appeal. I probably should have started something like that with my friends in New York so that they would have had no excuse to stop texting me."

"It sucks when friends drift apart," Lexa commented sympathetically. "Have you tried talking to them recently?"

"No, because so many other things have been going on. I probably should, though. Maybe sometime next week I will. Plus, I'll probably be going up to New York for spring break, and it would be entirely too awkward if I saw them there and hadn't talked to them in three months," Clarke reasoned.

"Well, if they keep ignoring you after you text them, then they're all undeserving," Lexa declared, and Clarke felt a smile spread through her lips.

"If you say so."


After the two of them ate, they took turns in the shower. Lexa let Clarke go first, and the blonde had to borrow Lexa's body wash and her shampoo, which was actually really nice. Plus, smelling like Lexa wasn't really a downside either. For some reason, it was mildly disappointing to no longer smell the lingering scent of sex on her body, but something told her that that wouldn't really matter. It wasn't like this was a onetime thing.

At least, Clarke was sure hoping that it wasn't.

Once out of the shower, Clarke realized that she only had the clothes she'd worn the night before, and it would be awfully suspicious if Clarke showed up wearing the same thing she'd been wearing at school the day before. Frowning, Clarke wrapped the towel Lexa had given her around herself and then opened the bathroom door a little.

Lexa was laying on her stomach across her bed, doing homework as her record player played Blurryface. Green eyes immediately shifted to look at Clarke when the door opened, though, and they widened only slightly upon realizing that she was only wrapped in a towel. "Um, hey, do you have any clothes I could borrow?"

Lexa lifted an eyebrow. "You sure you want to show up at Octavia's house in my clothes?"

"I don't know, what looks worse? Wearing the same clothes that I wore at school yesterday, or wearing clothes that might obviously belong to you? Just give me something that isn't easily identifiable. You own sweats, don't you?"

"Salty much?" Lexa asked with a chuckle, pushing herself up off of her bed and moving over to her closet. She quickly dug around through her clothes, and finally procured very normal, unbranded sweatpants. She then grabbed a blue tank top, also relatively unidentifiable, and tossed both to the blonde. "There you go."

"Thanks!" Clarke chimed, flashing Lexa a cheeky smile before slipping all the way back into the bathroom and changing.

Lexa's sweatpants and tank were both strangely soft against her skin, and they also smelled greatly of Lexa. It was possible, Clarke realized, that the fact that she'd spent the night and day here would be entirely too obvious just by her smell. Though, she wasn't sure that the rest of the group knew Lexa's smell by heart.

Shaking her head, Clarke told herself that it really didn't matter anyway, and she tied her damp hair up into a bun before finally leaving the bathroom.


"You guys are ten minutes late – Octavia is going to kill you."

Lexa rolled her eyes, pushing into the house past Anya. Clarke smirked a little and followed suit, though she waited for Anya to step back and allow her in. Lexa was slightly grumpy, Clarke knew, because at six-fifty, they'd realized during a very heated and impromptu make out session that they needed to be at Octavia's.

"What's got you all grouchy?" Anya called out with a snicker. Lexa didn't reply, opting to just start up the stairs to the second floor. Anya looked to Clarke questioningly, and the blonde just shrugged, hoping that she wasn't blushing or anything like that. "Come on, I don't know if you've seen it, but this place has a movie room on the second floor by Bellamy's bedroom. He's over at Lincoln's place tonight, with some other guys, so we have the house to ourselves."

"How come Octavia's parents are never around?" Clarke wondered, following her friend.

Anya shrugged. "They work a lot, and are out of town a lot. It's how they can afford this place. They used to stay home a lot when O and Bell were younger, but now that they can stay home and take care of things themselves, their parents choose to go on a lot more business trips. Gets them bonuses and stuff, you know? I don't know, I'd love to live in a place like this, but I can't imagine never seeing my dad. He's like my rock, honestly."

"I know what you mean," Clarke insisted. "My mom and I are really close, and it's been a really weird time trying to get used to not having her around a lot."

"Can't imagine it," Anya muttered as they reached the second floor and entered into the movie room. A large screen covered most of one wall, and speakers were mounted in each corner of the room. The huge couch in the back and center of the room was almost more like a bed, and it was honestly, insanely massive.

"Hey, Clarke!" Octavia greeted excitedly, before looking around at the group. Harper and Lexa were already sprawled across separate parts of the couch, and Raven had taken the far corner of it. Room was left next to her for Octavia. Anya flopped down in between Harper and Lexa, leaving one last spot, in between the edge of the couch and Lexa. Clarke lowered herself into that part somewhat tentatively, and then realized that Octavia was talking. "– and we can vote on which one we want to watch."

"I tried to get her to pick half gay movies and half not, because we don't know if Clarke likes that kind of stuff," Raven explained, looking pointedly at Octavia. "I'm pretty Octavia had just gotten more and more gay the longer that she's around me."

Lexa snickered. "Not surprising."

"Shut up," Octavia huffed out. "Alright, here's what we got…"

Clarke voted on whatever movie Lexa voted on, because she honestly couldn't care less what they watched. All she cared about was hanging out with her friends – and Lexa. When the movie was playing, and the lights were off, Clarke couldn't help but curl against the brunette, who didn't hesitate to wrap an arm around her. Though she hadn't intended to, halfway through the movie, Clarke was drifting fast asleep.

She was woken by soft voices presumably an hour later or so. "Ooh, we should dump water on her," Raven was whispering.

"Fuck yeah!" Anya agreed.

"Jesus, you guys are awful," Lexa huffed out. "Let her sleep if she's tired."

"Aw, so protective of your girlfriend."

"Shut up, Anya," Lexa snapped. "Come on, let's go eat, we'll save her pizza."

Clarke shifted slightly. "Shit, did we wake her up?" Raven asked. Blue eyes opened slowly, before blinking a few times and looking up at the three girls standing next to the couch.

"Hello to you too," Clarke murmured, wiping her eyes. "Nice to know that you'd dump water on me to wake me up."

Raven huffed. "I was kidding…"

"Sure you were," Clarke said, sitting up. Anya looked suddenly somewhat uncomfortable, likely from realizing that Clarke heard her "girlfriend" comment. "You said something about pizza?"

"Yep, there's some downstairs, Octavia and Harper just went down to get it from the pizza guy. Come on, sleepy head," Lexa said, offering her hand for the blonde. Clarke took it without hesitation, letting the girl help her up, and then the four of them started downstairs. Halfway down the stairs, Lexa and Clarke's hands disconnected, much to the blonde's disappointment.

"Look who decided to wake up!" Octavia exclaimed teasingly as they entered the kitchen. "You looked super comfy, and you wouldn't let go of Lexa when the movie ended."

Clarke blushed. "I don't control what I do when I'm asleep."

Lexa laughed, nudging the blonde playfully and then walking past her toward the pizza. Clarke's gaze stayed fixed on the brunette for a few moments before following suit. They all ended up seated in the living room with pizza on paper plates. The huge windows were displaying the dark beach outside, which was lit up only by the bright stars in the sky being reflected in the dark water.

Because it was already getting late, Clarke sent a text to Marcus to let him know that she would be staying a different friend's house, and he didn't respond, which told Clarke that he was likely still at work. She ended up crashing in Octavia's guest bedroom, about an hour before any of her friends decided to also go to bed. When she was drifting off, she couldn't help but hope that she would wake up with Lexa next to her.