They fell into a system of sneaking into each other's houses whenever they were alone (it was mostly Clarke's house because sneaking into Lexa's house was dangerous and if Anya was home Clarke was skittish the entire time).
Lexa also felt a lot more at ease when they were at Clarke's.
She was home along on Christmas Eve, bent over her desk stressing out about school work because apparently she was the only one out of her entire family who didn't have plans.
Her phone rang just as she was getting to the meat of her essay. She blindly hit answer then the speaking button.
"Yeah?"
"Are you home alone?" Clarke asked and Lexa couldn't help but smile at her voice.
"Yeah, apparently I'm the only one out of my entire family who doesn't have plans on Christmas Eve." Lexa grumbled, stretching her arms above her head, attempting to roll out the link in her shoulder. "How sad is that?"
"How long will you be alone for?"
"A while I think," Lexa grinned. "Why?"
"I bought something and I wanted to show you it."
"Oh, yeah?" Lexa hummed, "What is it?"
"You'll just have to wait and see."
"Clarke," Lexa whined, "I don't like surprises."
"You'll like this one, I promise." There was a tone to Clarke's voice that told Lexa that she was most definitely going to like it. "I will be there soon."
Lexa focused back on her work when Clarke hung up, hoping to get some more work done before Clarke came over.
There was a knock on her door a half hour later. "Come in," she called distractedly.
"Lex,"
"Just a sec, babe." Lexa murmured, twirling her pen around her fingers and she stared at her laptop screen.
"Really?" Clarke huffed and Lexa felt herself being spun around. Whatever objects Lexa could even think of making died on the tip of her tongue when she was met with Clarke's breasts, just beardy covered by red, velvet looking fabric lined with white fluff. "Wow,"
"I mean, you can get back to your school work if you want."
"Um," Lexa coughed, her mouth suddenly dry as she ran her eyes down the length of Clarke's body. As well as the revealing bra Clarke was wearing a ridiculously short mini skirt and a black pair of thigh high stockings, held together with a pair of suspenders. The look was completely with a pair of satin red heel. "Wow."
Clarke smirked, hooking her finger under Lexa's chin and pulling her eyes up to her own. Clarke's perfectly curled hair was partially hidden under a Santa hat. "You're looking a little flushed there, Lex."
Lexa looked more than a little flushed, she looked stunned as Clarke sat on her lap, her legs bent either side of the brunette's waist.
"Merry Christmas, baby," Clarke purred against Lexa's ear, grabbing onto Lexa's hands when they slid up her thighs and went for her ass. "Nu huh," Clarke hummed, "These," Clarke snagged Lexa's earlobe between her teeth as she placed Lexa's hands on the leather of Lexa's desk chair. "Stay here. No touching, no talking. You do either of those things I stop, Understand?"
"Seriously?" Lexa squeaked, staring doe-eyed at Clarke when the blonde pulled back, a flare in her eyes that had Lexa's stomach twisting in excitement.
"Mhm." Clarke ran her finger down Lexa's neck, tugging on the collar of the red and white raglan shirt Lexa was wearing. "Now, do you understand?" Clarke repeated, holding her finger when Lexa opened her mouth to speak. "Ah ah, nod if you understand."
Lexa swallowed and nodded, her short nails digging into the arms of her chair as her eyes strayed back to Clarke's chest.
"Can I just say though," Clarke looked displeased at the fact Lexa was speaking but raised her eyebrows questioningly. "You look incredibly sexy."
"Thank you. And since it was a compliment I won't count that." Clarke smiled, her fingers hooking around the back of Lexa's neck as she pulled her into a tender kiss. The kiss didn't stay tender for long, though, and Lexa felt her fingers twitch as Clarke deepened the kiss, grinding her hips down against Lexa's.
"Clarke," Lexa panted against Clarke's lips, her head falling back against the chair when Clarke began kissing down her neck.
"Arms up," Lexa obliged quickly, allowing Clarke to easily pull her shirt over her head. Lexa's hands came down to rest on Clarke's thighs before she had really registered her mistake, whining when Clarke slid off of her lap.
"It was an accident, Clarke." She probably looked pathetic, all but begging like this, but anyone would be if they had a woman like Clarke dressed up like this purely for them.
"We had a deal," Clarke sing-singed, bending over at the waist to pick up a brown trench coat from the floor (Lexa figured that she had probably been wearing it on the way over), giving Lexa a great view of her ass.
It took everything Lexa had, every little piece of energy in every one of Lexa's cells, to not just launch herself at Clarke. She knew Clarke meant business and breaking her rules again would only result in more teasing.
Clarke folded the jacket and sat it on the bed before strutting back over to Lexa, bracing her hands on the arm of the chair, bending over so that she was eye level with Lexa. "You ready to go again?" Clarke smirked, dropping down to her knees in front of Lexa.
Lexa nodded sharply, staring doe-eyed at Clarke as the smug looking woman leant forward, pressing a kiss to Lexa's toned stomach.
Clarke kissed her way down Lexa's stomach, curling her fingers around the waistband of Lexa's sweats and underwear. "Lift your hips for me."
Lexa arched up off the chair without a seconds thought, allowing Clarke to pull down her sweats and underwear before kicking them off fully.
"Atta girl," Clarke threw Lexa's leg over her shoulder, playfully nipping at the inside of her thigh, smirking when Lexa let out a little squeak. "I didn't think you would've been able to keep quiet." Clarke teased her way down Lexa's thigh until her mouth was positioned over her core. Lexa's fingers dug harder into the arms of her chair in anticipation. "I'm impressed."
Lexa almost caved with the first touch of Clarke's tongue to her centre, her fingers twitching to reach out and tangle on her blonde locks. But she used ever shred of willpower she had to keep her hands planted firmly on the arms of the chair but her leg did tighten around Clarke's back, drawing the girl closer.
Lexa, to her credit, managed to keep quiet and keep her hands to herself, even as her orgasm hit and her body arched up off the chair, her teeth biting down hard on her bottom lip.
Clarke pushed herself up on her knees as Lexa sagged against the chair, grinning at the younger girls blown pupils and hooded eyes.
"Can I speak now?" Lexa panted and Clarke laughed, pecking her on the lips.
"You may,"
Lexa smiled lazily, sliding her hands around to the base of Clarke's back. "That was amazing."
"I'm glad you thought so," Clarke was smug, that much was obvious, as she wiped her mouth of her upper arm. "I just wanted to see you, I know I probably won't see you until the Blake's new year party."
"I will see you at some point between Christmas and new year, my parents are doubly busy this time of year."
"I might not be able to sneak away from Jeff, though." Clarke explained, watching her fingers as they ran down the middle of Lexa's stomach.
"Speaking of him, he didn't get to see this, did he?"
"No," Clarke chuckled. "I got this solely for you, he is never going to see it."
"Good," Lexa slid her hand around the back of Clarke neck and pulled her in for a kiss. "You look amazing."
"It's all for you, Lex." Clarke pecked Lexa on the lips a few times before pulling back. "I should go, though, I don't want to be here when your parents get back, especially dressed like this."
Lexa nodded solemnly, watching Clarke as she stood up and walked over to the bed to pick up her jacket.
Lexa slid her sweats on as Clarke pulled her jacket on, reaching down for her shirt just as Clarke wrapped her arms around her waist.
"I have something for you."
"This is more than enough," Lexa slid her arms around Clarke's neck.
"This is not going to be your only Christmas present." Clarke rolled her eyes, reaching into her pocket and fishing out a little brown box. "Again, what do you get a girl who has everything?"
Lexa rolled her eyes and wiggled off the lid of the box, smiling at the framed photo of her, Anya, Lincoln and Aurora that was staring back at her.
"I thought about getting one of us but then I remembered you couldn't actually put it up so," Clarke motioned toward the photo.
"It's perfect, thank you. I don't have a lot of photos of the three of us." Lexa smiled gratefully, pulling Clarke in for a kiss. "I will get your present too."
Lexa pulls her shirt over her head once she say the box down on the table, pulling open her left middle drawer of her desk.
"What does every good doctor need?" Lexa questioned as she pulled out a black, elongated box.
Clarke narrowed her eyes at Lexa, knowing exactly what was in the box. Sure enough, when she opened up the box there was a red stethoscope, a stethoscope Clarke has looked at in university but never bought because it was almost five hundred dollars. It was an electric stethoscope, one that had a little screen that showed the patients heart rates and also stored the results on a memory card that can be inserted into a little USB drive.
Clarke picked up the chest piece and flipped it over to get a look at the screen, smiling when she noticed 'Dr Clarke Griffin. Ph.D. M.D., D.O., M.B.B.S.' Engraved around the outside.
"This is amazing, thank you."
"For when you decide you want to get back out there, you know? You are ready now and that's fine but when you are, you have this."
Clarke smiled at that, "Walk me to my car?"
"Of course," Lexa agreed, slipping away from Clarke and into her closet, emerging a few seconds later with a handful of clothes. "Here, put there on, I don't want you going home and having Jeff see you in this." Lexa handed Clarke a pair of sweats and her Miami Dolphins jersey.
Clarke laughed, slipping out of her shoes and handing them to Lexa before sliding on the clothes.
"How's Lincoln doing?" She asked, leaning back against Lexa's room door.
"Yeah, he is so much better now, he hasn't drank since he left the program, and his relationship seems to be back on track, too." Lexa smiled, pushing herself up against Clarke, trapping the blonde between her body and the door.
"That's good." Clarke hummed, her hands cupping Lexa's jaw. "I hope you have a good Christmas."
"You, too." Lexa allowed Clarke to pull her in for a kiss, humming contently as she pulled back. "Only you could make sweats and a football jersey look sexy."
"Let's go, dork." Clarke planted a kiss on Lexa's nose before gently pushing her away, leading the younger girl out of the room.
"So, for Easter, are you going to show up in a sexy bunny costume?"
The Blake's New Years party was busy and loud and Lexa would usually love that, it meant her parents were paying less attention to her, but it also meant more people so she couldn't sneak away with Clarke for a New Years kiss.
Which was fine, as I turned out, her parents were on a plane to somewhere on the east coast as soon as the party was over and Jeff had some kind of business dinner the next day so they made plans to hang out then.
"It is kind of like Romeo and Juliet," Clarke commented as she and Lexa laid in bed, both naked with Clarke's thin sheet pooled around the blondes waist.
"Dude, no." Lexa scrunched her face up in disgust, her fingertips running down Clarke's spine. "Have you read that story?"
"Have you?"
"Don't act so surprised, Griff, I may be a spoilt brat but I'm still somewhat cultured."
"That's not what I meant," Clarke pinched Lexa's arm lightly before running her fingertips down the skin there. "It just doesn't seem like your kind of thing."
"Did my heart love till now?" Lexa began, flipping them over so she was on top of Clarke, stroking her fingertips down the blonde's cheek. "Forswear it, sight. For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
"Are you quoting Shakespeare to me?" Clarke whispered, and, ok, if Lexa knew all she had to do was quote Romeo and Juliet to get Clarke to look at her like that she would have done it weeks ago.
"The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness," Lexa breathed, lowering her head to suck at the skin at Clarke's pulse point, grinning when she could feel Clarke's blood thump against her lips. "And in the taste destroys the appetite." Lexa nibbled on the skin just under Clarke's ear before skimming her nose around the shell of her ear, a breathy laugh escaping her throat when she ran her palms down Clarke's sides and she arched up against her. "Therefore love is moderately."
"You are full of surprises," Clarke laughed breathlessly.
"And so are you. Who knew you were hot for Shakespeare?"
"It's not so much Shakespeare," Clarke gripped onto Lexa's hair, pulling her up to kiss her. "More so the fact you know it well enough to actually quote it to me."
"Ah, so intelligence is your thing." Lexa smirked, trapping Clarke's lips in between her teeth and gently tugged before planting a kiss on Clarke's nose. "Don't waste your love on somebody who doesn't value it."
Clarke smiled softly, her hands moving to Lexa's lower back, her fingertips tracing the bumps of Lexa's spine. "Do you value it?"
Lexa licked her lips, her eyes bouncing between Clarke's for a few seconds before she nodded. "More than I though I would have."
Clarke grinned, pushing herself up onto her elbows to kiss Lexa. "I can't believe you quoted Shakespeare, that's not very badass of you."
"Just because I'm a badass doesn't mean I can't read one of the greatest works of literacy ever written, Griff."
Clarke opened her mouth to reply but it snapped closed again when she heard the front door bang closed.
"Clarke?"
"Shit," Clarke pushed Lexa off of her and scrambled off the bed. "Hide,"
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. Unless you want him to manhandle you out of here and take you to your father."
"What a fucking cliche," Lexa grumbled, quickly picking up her shirt before Clarke shoved her into the walk-in closet. "I worked for years to get out of here."
"Oh, shut up." Clarke huffed, pecking Lexa quickly on the lips. "Stay here, he probably won't be home for long."
"Clarke?"
"Coming," Clarke called to Jeff, who sounded significantly closer than before.
"You would've been if he hadn't shown up,"
"Don't make promises you might not be able to keep," Clarke grinned, winking at Lexa.
Lexa didn't have time to reply before the door to the closet was slammed in her face
'Probably won't be home long' turned into almost three hours.
For the first little while Lexa just laid on her back staring blankly at the ceiling wondering when the hell her life turned into a teen drama. After that she decided to text Octavia, who thought the turn of events was fucking hilarious if the multiple laughing and middle finger emojis were anything to go by and by the time Clarke came to get her she was twenty levels deep on a game called hocus (a game she had only downloaded because it was top rated).
"God, I thought I was going to die in here for sure, I almost chewed off my own leg." Lexa groaned dramatically but her teasing attitude disappeared almost instantly when Clarke pushed her up against the closet door and kissed her.
"What's wrong?" Lexa asked but Clarke just muttered 'nothing' before kissing her again. And Lexa let her for a little while before spinning them around, pushing Clarke's back against the door and pinning her their with her hips, her fingers sliding through Clarke's before she pinned her hands against the wood. "Not that I don't love this but I know something is up. What happened?"
"He just- he frustrates me. We are married and he pays no fucking attention to me and it shouldn't bother me ." Clarke snapped. "It didn't until you showed up and showed me how I should really be treated."
"Do you want him to treat you better?"
"I suppose, I don't know." Clarke shrugged, her arms falling around Lexa's neck when she released her hands.
"Then maybe you should talk to him, that might save your marriage."
Clarke's eyebrows furrowed together and, honestly, Lexa can't really blame her for being confused. "Are you giving me marital advice while you have me pressed up against a door and have my lipstick smeared all over your lips?"
"I just-" Lexa shrugged, taking a few steps away from Clarke until the blondes arms fell to her side. "I want you to be happy and if saving your marriage is what would make you happy then I'm down with that."
"You're down with that?" Clarke grinned challengingly, raising her eyebrows skeptically as she took a few steps closer to Lexa.
"I wouldn't be happy about it, obviously, I would be gutted but I would rather you happy."
Clarke grin eased into a soft smile, her fingers wrapping around the lapels of Lexa's shirt and tugged her closer. "He doesn't make me happy, not really."
"You know you could talk to me, right? Like, if you ever wanted to stop this you could just tell me."
"That is the furthest from what I want."
Lexa bobbed her head, smiling when Clarke playfully nipped at her lower lip.
"Okay?"
"Okay," Lexa hummed.
"Okay. Now, where were we?"
"You were getting all hot and bothered over Shakespeare quotes." Lexa grinned.
"Ah, you were showing me how much you love a good old tragic love story."
"Honey, Romeo and Juliet is the further thing from a love story." Lexa quickly pecked Clarke on the lips. "What was he doing home?"
"Something about the guy he was meeting for dinner turned out to be a kid, no older than me." Clarke rolled her eyes. "I read the kids proposal, it was genius and he's turned it down because of how old he was. It's ridiculous. But I don't want to talk about him, I distinctly remember you making a bold statement before I locked you in the closet."
"You say that like it wasn't just four hours ago that I had you begging me not to stop." Lexa smirked, playfully licking at Clarke's top lip before pushing her away. "But if you feel like you could go for another round," Lexa held up her hands indifferently as she back-pedalled toward the bed, a challenging smirk playing on her lips. "Come at me."
"You know, I forgot how much I hate this state." Octavia grumbled as she and Lexa strolled down the boardwalk at Long Beach.
"Where did that come from?" Lexa laughed, side stepping around the man peddling towards them.
"The people here just bug me. They're so arrogant." Octavia growled at the man who bumped into her as he passed, proclaiming loudly. "Up their own asses, you know?"
"Behave," Lexa warned with a laugh, pinching Octavia's side. "So where would you rather be?"
"Somewhere in wester Europe, France, ideally." Octavia sighed.
"I'm thinking about leaving." Lexa blurted out, gaining a raised eyebrow from Octavia.
"Leaving? What do you mean leaving?"
"I want to get away from here, I can't take it anymore. I'm thinking about just taking off to Canada. There is a wolf conservation up near Banff park, I think I'm going to go up and speak to them, see if they will take me."
Octavia frowned in confusion, "What about your siblings? Clarke?"
"My siblings will understand, I'm not going to tell them, plausible deniability, but I know they'll understand." Lexa sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than Octavia. "And Clarke. I think I'm about asking her to come with me."
"And what makes you think Clarke might go with you?"
"She knows how much I like her." Lexa shrugged.
"What if that's not enough?" Octavia whispered cautiously.
"It has to be,"
"Why?"
"Because it's all I have, O."
"But that might not be enough, Lexa," Octavia sighed, gripping onto Lexa's wrist as she stopped walking, pulling the woman round to look at her. "You have to consider that."
"Why wouldn't it be enough?" Lexa asked pleadingly, begging Octavia not to give her a reason for it not to be enough. She knew she would and, deep down, that's something she loved about Octavia. She never sugarcoated anything.
"You leave and you're not rich anymore, you're going to get cut off. I'm not saying Clarke is a gold digger but she's knows what it's like not to have money and now she has all the money she could ever want. I can take a lot for someone to give that up."
"She doesn't love him," Lexa argued timidly.
"That doesn't matter, she never did love him, Woody." Octavia give Lexa a sympathetic look. "She might leave with you but you need to prepare yourself in case she says no."
Lexa nodded solemnly, rubbing her hand up her arm self consciously.
"But I'm proud of you for thinking about doing this, you won't be happy here and if you think that moving to Canada could make you happy then I support you."
"Thanks," Lexa fished her phone out of her pocket, quickly glancing at the time. "I've gotta get going, I'm meeting Jasper for our weekly date."
Octavia laugh, slinging her arm around Lexa's shoulder, turning them around to head back to their cars. "Young love, eh?"
"Bite me, Blake."
She met Jasper at The Magic Castle an hour later, smiling at how much healthier the boy seemed to be from the last time Lexa had seen him.
"You look good," she complimented as they sat down beside each other, smiling thankfully at the waitress as she sat their menus in front of them.
"Thanks, I feel good." Jasper smiled.
"Oh, that's a smile I'd recognise anywhere!" Lexa grinned, gripping onto Jaspers arm as she leant in closer to him. "Who is she?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jasper bummed, squeaking in pain when Lexa pinched his arm. "Ouch. Ok, jeez." He huffed. "Her name's Maya."
"Maya? Maya who?"
"You don't know her, her dad works for my dad, she started working at my place recently, she looks after the horses." Jasper grinned bashfully. "I really like her, Lex."
"Then go for it, Jasper."
"My dad would freak," Jasper huffed out a sarcastic laugh. "Dating the help? Not his son."
"Then don't tell him but if she could make you happy don't jeopardise it."
"Yeah, maybe." Jasper muttered, skimming his eyes over the menu.
They ordered and spoke about their Christmas and new year before they realised that they both had a miserable time and decided to talk about Supergirl instead.
"I'm thinking about leaving," Lexa said when their food was set down in front of them.
Jasper's head cocked to the side, a chunk of chicken clamped between his teeth and Lexa smiled at that, raising her eyebrows at the boy prompting him to chew on and swallow his food. "Leaving?"
"Yeah. Canada, I think, I'm not really sure yet. I just don't want to be here anymore."
Jasper nodded, struggling to swallow his chicken. "Ok, Canada, cool." He said, his confusion clear in his voice. "What about Clarke?"
""I'm going to ask her to come with me."
"Ok," Jasper nodded. "So things are going good with you both?"
"Yeah, we are good." Lexa nodded, cutting into her stake. "I'm just worried, you know? I don't know how this is going to end and that terrifies me. I don't even know if she will agree to come with me."
"Do you love her?" Jasper asked around a mouth full of food.
"I think I could,"
"Then go for it, dude. Life is to short to be living it like you are. Tell her how you feel, tell her you want to leave, tell her you both could be happy away from this toxic town and these nasty people." Jasper preached. "You deserve that. Both of you."
"I don't think it's that simple." Lexa sighed. "She might not want to leave with me."
"You won't know until you put yourself out there." Jasper patted Lexa's leg. "And if she says no then you move on. It'll be hard and it'll fucking hurt but you'll get over it eventually."
Lexa gnawed on her lip thoughtfully.
"Besides, you're ridiculously hot, wolves won't be the only thing that will be clawing for your attention."
Lexa laughed, nudging Jasper's shoulder with her own. "Shut up, dork."
Jasper grinned, taking a sip of his drink through a straw. "When are you seeing her again?"
"Not until the end of the month, apparently January is a dry month for business." Lexa rolled her eyes. "We still talk every day it just sucks not getting to see her for weeks at a time."
"Yeah, I can imagine." Jasper sighed, offering Lexa a bite of his chicken. "But absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"You don't really believe that, do you?"
"'Course not, it blows not getting to see the one person you want to spend all your time with."
"Preach," Lexa huffed, leaning back in her chair.
"Love sucks, sista."
"You want to come hang out at my place for a couple of hours? We can watch the new Starwars film."
"Girl after my own heart." Jasper grinned, planting a kiss on Lexa's cheek.
Lexa and Clarke ended up not seeing each other again until the first Saturday in February, which had drove both of them crazy.
Which was why the garage door was barely closed before Clarke had Lexa pinned against her car, her hips pinned against Lexa's and her lips seeking out the younger girls needly.
Lexa's body was aching by the time they finally finished (which was after the forth round), both of them collapsing onto Lexa's bed, a thin sheet of sweat covering both of their bodies.
Lexa leant her head on Clarke's shoulder as Clarke took a gulp of the water.
"I missed you," Lexa whispered against Clarke's collarbone.
"You mean you missed my body." Clarke quipped.
"Mostly, but I missed you a little, too."
"You're a dick," Clarke huffed.
"I'm your favourite dick." Lexa pressed a kiss to Clarke's cheek.
"Well, you aren't wrong."
Lexa laughed gruffly, cuddling down against Clarke.
"Tell me about your first girlfriend?" Clarke requested in little more than a whisper, her fingers tracing the scars on Lexa's back.
"Ok," Lexa hummed. "Her name was Costia, we met at a school bonfire. I went to a private school but not everyone who was there was rich, Costia was one of the few people who wasn't rich . She was there on scholarship and her mom had some dirt on the Dean. She was a nice girl, a little tomboy-ish, very mischievous, but no one gave her a chance because she couldn't afford nice clothes or a decent car. It fucking sucked but that's just how things worked, to be on top you had to have the best car, the most expensive clothes, the coolest stuff, and I did, I had everything. We were on two completely opposite spectrums of the social ladder. I wouldn't have even know she existed if Bellamy hadn't accidentally backhanded her during the party. She flipped out on him, yelling at him, telling him to watch what the fuck he was doing and just because his daddy could afford a good plastic surgeon doesn't mean everyone else's could." Lexa chuckled, "I found her after she wandered off, sitting down at the waters edge, her eyes were already turning purple and she told me to fuck off."
"Did you?"
"I was going too, I gave her the drink I brought her, told her that even with eyes like a raccoon she was still pretty, then I got up to leave. She called me back, though and I suppose the rest is history."
"Was it a good relationship?"
"It was great. No one really understood why I hung out with her but they didn't question me either, they knew better than to get on the bad side of a Woods."
"Why did it end?"
"My dad paid her off, offered her half a million to dump me, and she took it. I spent the summer after that getting beatings and spending nights on end locked away in my room and she just didn't show up to school the following year." Lexa laughed bitterly. "We were together for ten months and that's what our relationship was worth to her."
"Jeez, that's sucks."
"He would probably do the same to you, too. If he found out." Lexa sighed, rolling on to Clarke, pressing her forehead against her chest. "In the ten months we were together she didn't make me feel half of what you have in three."
"I would never take your fathers money."
"I didn't think Costia would either."
"I will just have to prove it to you then, won't I." Clarke grinned, rolling Lexa onto her back and playfully nibbling at her neck. "Can I shower?"
"Mm, I suppose so." Lexa hummed, smiling softly up at Clarke when she pulled back, her hands skimming over the bare skin covering her hips bones, round to the little dimples on the base of Clarke's back. "But only because we've been in bed all day."
"Thank you for allowing me to leave," Clarke teased, giving Lexa's bottom lip a little nip before rolling off of her, picking up Lexa's green, plaid shirt and throwing it on, buttoning the button just over her breasts and leaving the rest undone.
Lexa rolled onto are stomach, her eyes not leaving Clarke as she rounded the bed, making her way toward Lexa's en suit.
Lexa's eyes ran down Clarke's back, over her ass and down at bare legs.
"Seriously?" Lexa slowly lifted her eyes to Clarke's when the woman spoke, a little grin appearing on her face as she peered up Clarke, resting her chin on the mattress while Clarke leant her shoulder against the doorframe.
"What?" Lexa asked innocently.
"We just spent the entire day have sex and you're still looking at me like you want another round."
"Princess, when there is a pretty girl dressed in your clothes you don't just ignore them." Lexa said, folding her arms under her chin.
Clarke smiled softly, sauntering back over to the bed and crouched down beside it, resting her chin in the bed beside Lexa's face. "You gotta stop saying stuff like that."
"Why?" Lexa whispered, lifting her head to kiss Clarke slowly, almost growling when Clarke pulled back.
"You will make me not want to go home."
"So don't." Lexa said simply, chasing Clarke's lips when the blonde started to pull back. "My 'rents aren't due back until the weekend."
Clarke caught Lexa when the girl almost tumbled out of bed in her attempt to kiss her, her hands splaying flat against the skin of Lexa's lower back, holding the younger girl against her.
"What?" Lexa breathed when Clarke just stared at her. Lexa didn't like the look in the woman's eyes, though, a longing look, a look that had Lexa worried that Clarke was about to tell her she was done, that they were over.
"I just want to get back into bed and lounge around with you for the rest of the week."
"Then let's do that," Lexa tugged at the collar of the shirt Clarke was wearing.
"I want too but Jeff gets back tonight and I have to be there for him getting home." Clarke sighed, burying her face in Lexa's neck.
"I'm thinking about leaving," Lexa whispered against the side of Clarke's head.
"Leaving?" Clarke frowned, pulling back to look at Lexa. "Where? When?"
"Canada, I think. I was looking at a conservation in British Columbia, I think I'm going to go up and have a look, see if they will take me." Lexa explained, "Come with me?"
"To see the place?"
"No, when I leave. Come with me, we can live in Canada. I've been siphoning money out of my trust fund for months now because I know as soon as I leave they are going to shut it down. I have a little under seven hundred and fifty thousand, that will keep us going for a little bit."
"I- are you serious?"
"Of course.
"I don't-I'm not sure I can." Clarke murmured, taking a step away from Lexa.
"What do you mean you're not sure you can?" Lexa frowned. "You don't need him anymore, your mom is better."
"That's not the point, Lexa." Clarke huffed, grabbing her underwear and jeans from the floor. "You can't expect me to drop everything and follow you to Canada on some half baked plan."
"What do you have to drop?" Lexa snapped. "Raven? She's on a different continent most of the time anyway. Just admit that you don't wanna leave the safety blanket of his money."
"You're being a jerk." Clarke grumbled, yanking her underwear up her legs before turning the legs of her jeans the correct way.
"You realise that as soon as you're thirty he's going to drop you, right? At that age you will be to old for him."
"God, fuck you, Lexa." Clarke growled, rounding the bed to snatch her phone and car keys.
"Where are you going?"
"Home, Lexa, I don't need to be here and have tear me down like that." Clarke snapped, marching over to the bedroom door, spinning back around before she left, pointing over at Lexa. "It's unpractical to think someone could just turn their life upside down for you."
"I obviously overestimated how much we actually meant to each other."
"This has nothing to do with how much we mean to each other, Lex-"
"No, it has everything to do with that. If I meant as much to you as you mean to me you would come with me." Lexa growled, stretching out on her front on her bed, tucking her arm under her head. "You know where the door is."
Lexa felt Clarke hover in the doorway for a few seconds, as if deciding if she wanted to stand and fight or leave. She chose the latter, slammed Lexa's door behind her.
Lexa released a shaky breath when she heard the garage doors rattle open, stuffing her face into her pillow. Her fingers were itching for her phone already, she had a strong urge to phone Clarke and apologise for being a raging fuckwitt. But she didn't, because she was an idiot and her pride was one of the few things she actually had.
Instead she called Octavia who came over without any kind of hesitate, stalling in her doorway when she noticed Lexa appeared to be naked, her scarred, bare back sticking out from the thin sheet that was covering her from the lower back down.
"Was this a booty call?" Octavia asked carefully, and Lexa didn't even have to look at her to know she was grinning.
Lexa rolled over, her legs still tangled in her sheets as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. "If you want it to be."
Octavia chewed on her lip, toeing off her shoes and striding over to Lexa's bed, kneeling on the edge and lowering herself slowly over the woman, kissing her fully on the lips when she was close enough.
Lexa kissing back hungrily, her hands winding into Octavia's hair, yanking her closer. "You and Raven?"
"Not official. What happened?" Octavia murmured against Lexa's lip, groaning when Lexa bit down on her bottom lip before smoothing it over with her tongue.
"Nothing."
"This isn't nothing, the last time-" Octavia's words trailed off into a breathy moan when Lexa sucked on the skin covering her pulse point. "The last time you were like this Costia had really hurt you."
"I don't wanna talk about it," Lexa grumbled, rolling them over and pinning Octavia to the mattress, linking their fingers together.
"Woody, you can't just fuck someone and expect all your problems to just go away."
"Why not? You did it for seven months."
"Which makes me lead authority on how shitty it is." Octavia said, running her thumb along the outside of Lexa's hand. "If this is what you wanna do that cool, I want to show you the European thing anyway, but after we have to talk. Deal?"
"Deal," Lexa promised and she followed through with it, after Octavia showed her a couple of the things she had learnt in Europe. Twice. Then let Lexa try it out on her.
"I feel used, like some kind of booty call hoe." Octavia commented and Lexa laughed against the back of her head, drawing her in closer. "What happened, Woody?"
"She told me no," Lexa whispered against Octavia's hair. "I asked her to leave and she said no. Then I was a total jerk to her and she left."
"Then why didn't you call her instead of me?"
"I just wanted to a no strings attached kind of thing,"
"You can't keep doing this, though." Octavia stressed, snuggling back against Lexa, her arms wrapping around one of Lexa's. "Not that it isn't always a good time it just isn't a healthy way of dealing with things."
"It's just-"
"What?" Octavia pushed when Lexa trailed off.
"You are the one girl I know would never hurt me, that comes with a kind of comfort I've never had with anyone else."
"Are you saying I make you feel safe?" Octavia teased and Lexa could feel her grin against her arm.
"I suppose."
"I get that you're upset she won't go but you have to understand why."
"I don't. There's nothing here for her, O."
"Financial security. Something that, as much as you wish you could, you couldn't provide her with if you both took off."
"I just thought other things were more important than that."
"You can afford to think like that, you've never grown up without the security of money, Clarke has, she knows what it's like to be poor and I doubt she wants to go back to that." Octavia reasoned, running her fingers up and down Lexa's forearm. "She won't leave with you, Lex, you have to let it go."
"Yeah, I'm understanding that now," Lexa sighed, her hand splaying out across Octavia's stomach. "When do you have to leave?"
"Not until the morning," Octavia answered, turning onto her back and Lexa pushed herself up onto her elbow. "But we should put some clothes on before your siblings come home."
"Mm, good idea."
Octavia slide her hand up Lexa's neck, running her thumb along Lexa's jaw, pushing herself up to kiss Lexa quickly. "You'll find someone, Clarke just wasn't that someone."
Lexa nodded, quickly pecking Octavia on the lips before rolling out of bed, picking up her sweats. "I'm sorry I called you over for this, I know you have Raven now."
"That isn't official. Yet."
"Then make it official," Lexa said, glancing up at Octavia before searching for her shirt. "You are obviously into her."
"Yeah, maybe." Octavia hummed, walking over to Lexa's wardrobe, disappearing inside for a few seconds before reemerging with a pair of Lexa's sweats, one of her old shirts and a towel. "I'm showering."
"Ok, cool." Lexa huffed, it finally dawning on her that Clarke had left wearing her shirt.
She dug out a different shirt, ignoring Clarke's shirt that was thrown over her desk chair, and headed to the shower down the hall.