Lexa had no idea how she had reached that state of hazy drunkenness. She was looking at her own figure, reflected on the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth tasted like black vodka, that sweet bitterness was starting to make her feel sick. She could hear the music and voices, coming from outside the bathroom. Lexa washed her face a few times, trying to regain the strength to rejoin the people at the party. She had no idea what time it was, or how exactly she had let herself get that drunk. Or maybe she did… She remembered getting to the residence, she remembered being late, the party had already started. She remembered getting up the stairs and into the hallway and… Right… Clarke. Clarke was the reason she was so drunk. Her eyes had only seen one thing, once she looked at Clarke and that was, she wasn't alone. Lexa remembered walking in and seeing Clarke in her short fluid black dress, but there were two hands in Clarke's waist, two hands that weren't hers. Clarke had been dancing, way too close, with Bellamy, or whatever his name is. She hadn't even been able to say anything to Clarke. She was at that party for about an hour now, and Clarke hadn't even looked at her. Therefore, Lexa had found her way to every drinking game at that party. She played beer-pong, winning the two times, she played flip-the-cup, also winning the three times she played the game, she had even ended up playing never have I ever, with a group of people where she only knew Jasper. That bringing her to that moment, in the bathroom, staring at her own reflection.

Lexa wanted to leave the party the moment she saw Clarke in someone else's arms, but somehow, she had stayed. As much as she didn't want to see Clarke with someone else, she had been the one telling her that she would wait, that she would give her time to find herself. Well, it looks like she's finding herself, alright!... She had no right to be mad, but she couldn't help it. She was mad, and broken. She couldn't stop feeling jealousy. She wanted Clarke to be hers. She's just my friend. She's not mine. Keep it together, Lexa! Lexa just kept repeating that to herself, to keep her from doing something stupid.

Lexa washed her face one more time, finally getting the courage to leave the bathroom. She was about to reach for the door, when someone got in, almost bumping into her.

-Oops. Sorry. – Lexa looked at the girl that had just got in. The girl was pretty. – Hi there… Hadn't notice it was you… - Wait what? Does she know me? Lexa's eyes met the girl's. Deep brown eyes stared right back at her.

-Sorry, but, do I know you?

-Nope, I don't think so. I'm Naila. – Naila came closer to Lexa. Way too close. – They were right, you do smell nice. – What!? Lexa took a step back.

-What? What did you say?

-A few girls said you smelled good. I had to be sure. – Now, there's something I never thought I'd hear. – What's your name? I told you mine, it's only fair that you tell me yours.

-Right… I'm Lexa.

-Lexa… - Naila let the "L" roll slowly in her tongue, wittingly, making it impossible for Lexa's drunk mind not to take special attention to it. – I like it. So, Lexa, what are you doing here?

-What do you mean? I just came to wash my face. – Naila laughed pretentiously.

-I meant, here in this party. You don't live here. With whom did you come?

-Ohh, right… I know the girls from the room 307.

-Raven and Octavia?

-Yeah, and Clarke.

-The blonde girl? – Naila scrunched her nose at Clarke's name, as if she had just smelled something disgusting. It made Lexa feel protectively towards Clarke. – She's really quiet, I don't know her that well. But I would like to know YOU better…

Lexa had no idea how, but Naila had been able to corner her against the wall. Without noticing, Lexa had been stepping back every time Naila took a step closer to her, now not having anywhere to run.

-And why is that?

-I'm not really sure. You just seem like someone I would want to know. – Well that was specific… Naila took her last step, finally making contact with Lexa. She reached one hand to her neck, bringing Lexa's face closer. – They have no idea how good you smell…

Lexa wanted to move, but at the same time she didn't. Naila was pretty, not exactly someone she would choose to date, but if the girl wanted to kiss her, Lexa couldn't see a reason to not kiss her back.

The moment Naila's lips were about to touch hers, they were interrupted, by someone walking into the bathroom. The blonde hair was the first thing Lexa saw, that being enough for her to remember the exact reason why she didn't want to be kissing Naila. Clarke. Clarke was the one she wanted to kiss. Lexa didn't push Naila away soon enough, she could see that in Clarke's face.

-Huh… - The green from Lexa's eyes reached the clear blue from Clarke's eyes, and they stayed staring at each other for a few seconds, that felt like an eternity to Lexa. – Lexa… I…

-Clarke, I…

-I hadn't seen you yet, I thought you had decided not to come. I… Did you text me again? I haven't checked my phone in a while. – Well, yes, I did text you, more than once.

-Yes, but… I just… You were with Bellamy when I got here, so I… - Clarke's expression changed. Lexa could see, quilt? Embarrassment? And something else, that made her protective side kick in.

-You… you saw that? – Was I supposed not to see? It wasn't like you were hiding, or something… - I… We were dancing. Well, he asked me to dance. – Lexa wanted to be upset with Clarke, not deserving to be. But as soon as she looked at Clarke's eyes, every anger disappeared, all she wanted to do was hold her.

-Clarke, I'm not-

-Ok, so maybe I should leave you two alone. I'm starting to feel like a third wheel. – Lexa looked at Naila, who was still rather close to her personal space.

-No! I mean, you can stay, I'll leave. – Lexa looked back at Clarke. Those words left Clarke's lips, but in her eyes, Lexa could read something different.

-Maybe you should. – Now, both Clarke and Naila were looking at Lexa. One surprised and confused, the second one offended and maybe a little hurt. – I need to talk with Clarke.

-Sure… I'll look for you later – Naila had regained her flirtatious state, winking at Lexa before leaving the bathroom.

Before Clarke could say anything, Lexa grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into one of the toilets, closing the door. Lexa pushed Clarke against the wall, pressing her body on Clarke's body. With her forehead resting on Clarke's, their noses touching, and their lips a few inches apart. Clarke's pupils were so dilated, that the blue from her eyes got darker.

-Lexa… What ar-

Lexa silenced Clarke's question with her lips, crashing them against Clarke's. The kiss was hungrily and messy, being controlled by a drunk Lexa. Clarke opened her mouth, granting Lexa passage, but only for a second. Immediately, Lexa felt two hands on her shoulders, pushing her away. Clarke pushed Lexa against the wall behind her. Being inside a cubicle had its privileges.

-What was that for? – Clarke was still pushing Lexa against the wall, her arms stretched in front of her, her face looking down.

-I'm sorry… I just… I couldn't… - Lexa's drunk mind was starting to dissipate, Clarke's reaction bringing her logic mind back, that meaning, Lexa was now re-thinking her decision to kiss Clarke. She was drunk, that had been the only reason she had done it, she knew that. She also knew that, she should've had learned with the first time, that she shouldn't kiss Clarke while drunk.

-You're drunk.

-I am. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry Clarke. I'll leave. – Lexa tried to move, but Clarke didn't weaken her push, making it impossible for Lexa to leave.

-Why did you do that? – Why? Lexa was definitely not expecting that question. Why? But it just got all out, maybe the drunk part of her mind still had a little bit of control over her.

-Because I'm drunk, because I wanted to, because I just couldn't let you think I want anyone else other than you. – At that, Clarke looked up. Her eyes finally facing Lexa's face again. Lexa tried to read her friend's face, but she had no idea how, because she had never seen those expressions on Clarke's face. Her eyes were no longer dark, they were blue, so blue, like if she had been… Crying… Is she crying? What have I done?

-I tried… - What? Clarke's voice broke in between those two words. She is crying. Did I make her cry? Fuck… - I tried to move away…

-Clarke? What happened? What's wrong? I'm sorry for kissing you. I won't do it again. – I should have learned my lesson from the first time I kissed her. Stupid Lexa.

Clarke was sitting on her bed, that was now a kind of sofa, due to the party that was starting. She was already on her third beer. Lexa had texted her saying she would be a little late. Octavia and Raven were, God knew where, already playing some drinking game. Clarke had plans for that party, she was going to talk with Lexa about her conversation with Octavia. The memory of the afternoon spent with Lexa was still fresh on her mind. Clarke had spent the entire Friday thinking stuff through. She had come to a decision, but she needed to talk with Lexa first.

Clarke was staring at her empty cup, not really seeing it, being too focused on her own thoughts.

-Are you waiting for the cup to re-fill by itself? – Her mind finally saw the empty cup that her eyes had been staring at. – Here, I brought you a drink.

-Thanks, but I- - Clarke looked up, seeing the nice guy that was bringing her a drink. – Bellamy?

-Good to know you still remember my name. – Bellamy sat down next to her, replacing her empty cup with the one he had brought for her. Not even asking if he could, it was like he was the owner of the place. Clarke felt weird with the closeness. We met only once, it's not like we're best friends or something. But at the same time the friendly smile on Bellamy's face, made it easier for her to be comfortable around him. – So, where is your bodyguard?

-My what?

-The girl who's always with you. What was her name? Alex?

-You mean Lexa?

-Yeah, that!

-She's not my bodyguard. She's my friend.

-Oh… is that so? My bad, then. I just thought, because of the way she's always hovering over you, and the way she looks at the guys close to you.

-You know, if you're trying to have a nice conversation with me, talking bad about my friend, would not be the best way to do it. – What's wrong with this guy?

-I brought you a drink though…

-Thanks, but I didn't ask for it, so…

-God… you don't make it easy, do you? – What? Was I supposed to? What an asshole… - I'm trying to get to know you better, Clarke. I think you look smart and you're pretty, so, I was just trying-

-Sorry… - Bellamy stopped talking, moving to look at Clarke, who was back at staring at her cup. – I just have a lot on my mind. – Maybe I could try giving him a chance…

-I could see that. That being one of the reasons I brought you a drink, you really looked like you needed one.

-Well, I might need more than one. – Clarke took a long gulp of her drink, almost emptying the cup in just one sip. I'm going to need a lot more, to say what I want to Lexa, I think…

-Whoa, easy there, tiger.

-Really? You bring me a drink, but now you're going to act like my mother?

-Not your mom, for sure. Drink it all if you want, I'll bring another one, when you finish that. – Clarke gulped the rest of her drink, pushing her empty cup on Bellamy, after.

-Good. You can bring me one now.

-It will be my pleasure, princess. – Bellamy got up, bowing, as if Clarke was royalty, taking her cup. The nickname stayed in her mind. Princess… She hated that nickname, it was even worse than the one her dad used to call her. Both having a back story and reasons for her hate.

-Not a princess. – But Bellamy was already too far to hear her.

Clarke got a few minutes alone again, that she used to check her phone every 5 seconds, to look at the time or to see if Lexa had texted her again. She hadn't.

-Waiting for someone? – Bellamy was back, coming to find Clarke staring at her phone. God, this guy doesn't give up. Clarke was too anxious to let herself enjoy Bellamy's joyful personality.

-Not really. – No need to talk about Lexa again.

-Good. I brought you that drink you needed. – Clarke accepted her cup back, taking a sip of her drink. The moment the liquid touched her lips, Clarke's face scrunched.

-What is this? – Clarke had been drinking beer, not wanting to get too drunk. But apparently, Bellamy had something else in mind, because he had brought her something way stronger than beer.

-Vodka red bull. I thought you'd might like it. – More like, vodka with a sip of red bull…

-Really? Because I can only taste the vodka.

-Too strong for you, princess? – Bellamy gave her a smirk. It only made Clarke think of Lexa. That smirk on Bellamy's face didn't have the same effect as Lexa's. That look on Bellamy's face made her want to prove something. Lexa's smirk made her all fuzzy inside, a little mad too, but mostly joyful and warm. Also, the "princess" in the end, once again, it hit her like nothing else. – I thought you were a girl who could handle her drink. – At that Clarke drank the entire content of her cup.

-Happy? – Clarke had no idea why she had done it, and she was already regretting it, but Bellamy made her feel like that, like she had to prove herself. And she didn't like that, at all.

-That's my girl! – Your girl? – You go, princess!

-Why do you call me a princess? – She had decided to give him a chance, maybe he could be the one to change the way she felt about that word.

-Because you look like a princess, all pretty and delicate. – Are you serious?! – No need to make that face. – Clarke was upset about the reason and her face must've been transparent about it. Alcohol usually did that to Clarke, it made hard for her to control her emotions and reactions

-Well, I don't like it.

-Ok, then… - But Bellamy never stopped calling her princess. – Want to dance? – Clarke must've been already affected by the alcohol, because she found herself agreeing with that. The contagious smile could've also been a reason.

-Why not? Sure… - Just sitting here won't take me anywhere. I'm sure Lexa will reach me, once she gets here.

-Yeah! Let's go dance! – Bellamy got up in one jump, all energetically and happy, turning to help Clarke getting up. This guy is definitely way drunker than me. – My, princ- I mean… - Bellamy offered his hand in silence, with a smile on his face. Clarke appreciated the effort of not calling her princess again.

-You really are excited to go dance. – Clarke got up by herself, ignoring Bellamy's hand, slowly and with close to no excitement. The moment she got up, the alcohol she had already ingested hit her all at once, making her legs wobble a little, that being enough for Bellamy to come forward, coming to hold her by the waist.

-Whoa, careful there, jell-o legs. – Bellamy's hands on her waist felt different and out of place. They were bigger, but not necessarily stronger. They held her differently, it felt weird not being held by Lexa's warm hands. Bellamy was taller than Lexa, Clarke had to look up, so that she could look him in the eyes. Bellamy was looking down on her, with a warm smile that reached his deep brown eyes. Clarke tried to push him away, putting her hands on his chest, but it had the opposite effect, because Bellamy didn't understand what she was trying to do, pulling her even closer to him. They were too close, Clarke felt uncomfortable. – Stable enough to go dance?

-Yes. – Clarke answered quickly, wanting to get out of his embrace as fast as possible. He did, letting her pass in front of him, following her to the dance floor, that being the hallway outside the rooms, where there was now a stereo system. There were already a lot of bodies grounding on each other, a lot of drunk people dancing at their own rhythm, one different from the music that was playing. It was something quite entertaining to watch. Clarke stayed at her room's entrance, for a moment, watching the sweaty bodies moving all together, until Bellamy grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd, stopping in the middle of the hallway, turning to face her again. And there it is, that contagious smile again. Bellamy placed one hand on Clarke's waist and another on her back. At first Clarke felt constrained, but soon the music started to make her body move. She took her hands and wrapped them around Bellamy's neck. They danced together for a while, their bodies getting closer with every new song. And then the song changed, making them dance apart from each other, not so close anymore. Clarke just forgot about everything for a while, letting herself go and enjoy the moment. Her blue locked with the deep brown from Bellamy's and she smiled, just like he was smiling. The alcohol certainly helped setting her inhibitions free. Soon she forgot about the fact that she was waiting for Lexa, not feeling the vibrations of her phone in her pocket. She didn't even notice when Lexa got in the hallway and looked at her, being too focused on Bellamy's moves, trying to keep up with him.

-You sure know how to move, princess. – There it was again, the princess. – Sorry, not princess.

-Better. – Bellamy laughed, taking one hand to stroke his wild hair, that was getting in his eyes.

-You should totally cut your hair, it's way too long. – Bellamy made a hurt face, taking his both hands to his chest, just like if he had been hit there.

-My brand image? No! Not my hair! – Clarke laughed at his reaction. Such a diva…

The music started to slow down, and with that, Bellamy brought their bodies closer. Too close. Clarke began to feel uncomfortable again, but at the same time she was enjoying dancing with him, so she didn't say anything. But soon, she found out that she should've said something. Bellamy's face was closer now too, and she couldn't find a reason for that, not until his lips were touching hers, vigorously. She was definitely not expecting for him to kiss her, that being the reason why she froze for a few seconds. His lips were moving on hers, but her mouth was frozen. She had the weirdest déjà vu ever. Although the reasons were completely different. Bellamy's lips were not as soft as Lexa's, and all she could think about was how much she wanted to be kissing Lexa and not Bellamy. That was when she got back the control of her own body, finally pushing Bellamy away. She pushed him with such force, that he ended up bumping against the people behind him.

-Whoa! Clarke? What was that for? – The smile was gone, his eyebrows being scrunched in slight anger and confusion. – What happened? Are you crying? – It was only then that Clarke felt the wetness in her eyes. Why the hell am I crying?!

-What? I am not. You just kissed me! – Clarke dried her eyes with her hands, keeping any tear from falling.

-Yeah, I know that. I thought you wanted.

-Why?!

-You know… the way you were looking at me and stuff.

-Are you kidding me? We were just dancing. I was having fun. I don't even know you that well.

-Clarke, come on… - Bellamy stepped forward reaching for Clarke's hand, but she moved it away, taking a step back, getting out of his reach. – Is that really necessary?

-Yes… - Clarke started to walk backwards, moving further away from him. – I'm going to go, now.

-Clarke… don't go. Let's just talk… - Bellamy couldn't even walk straight. How didn't I notice he was this drunk? He seemed fine a few moments ago.

-I have to go to the bathroom. – That seemed to be the only way he would let her go.

-Clarke? – He tried to reach for her again, but Clarke turned away and got into her bedroom, going straight for the bathroom. – Clarke!...

Clarke walked into the bathroom, planning on going straight to one of the cubicles, and close herself in it, have some time alone. But all that changed the moment she locked eyes with what was happening inside the bathroom. Lexa was against the wall, with a girl Clarke had seen in her residence, on top of her. They seemed to be kissing, Clarke couldn't be sure, and that made her feel sick. Lexa kissing someone else made her feel sick, it also made her feel something in her heart, as if it couldn't beat properly, it felt like her heart had stopped at the view in front of her. It all happened in just a few seconds, but her mind played it so slow that it seemed like forever. The girl was pushed back, Lexa coming to look at her. Sorrow was spread all over Lexa's face. Their eyes connected and stayed connected until the girl interrupted their conversation.

-Maybe you should. – Those words made her heart hurt again, because they seemed to be directed at her. – I need to talk with Clarke. – At that her heartbeat relaxed again. If that was to go on for too long, Clarke wasn't so sure her heart would take it.

Clarke saw the other girl wink at Lexa flirtatiously, and she felt the need to punch that wink out of the girl's face. I don't even know how to punch someone. What's wrong with me?

When her eyes returned to Lexa, she had no time to say anything, Lexa pulled her inside one of the toilet cubicles. She felt the cold wall against her back when Lexa pushed her against it. But the cold didn't bother her, because immediately the warmth form Lexa's body reached her. Lexa was pressing her body on Clarke's, with their foreheads resting together, their noses touching and their lips a few inches apart. The green in Lexa's eyes was dark, the darkest Clarke had ever seen.

-Lexa… What ar- - Lexa silenced her question, crashing her lips together. Clarke once again was caught by surprise. Lexa was kissing her hungrily and drunkenly. Her lips were softer, but all she could see was Bellamy's body pressed against hers. She started to feel the tears forming in her eyes, and that was all she needed to push Lexa's back against the wall behind her, keeping her away.

-What was that for? – Clarke didn't feel capable of looking Lexa in the eyes, not wanting her friend to see her tears.

-I'm sorry… I just… I couldn't…

-You're drunk.

-I am. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry Clarke. I'll leave. – Lexa tried to move, but Clarke didn't weaken her push. No! Don't leave…

-Why did you do that? – Her voice was starting to break.

-Because I'm drunk, because I wanted to, because I just couldn't let you think I want anyone else other than you. – At that, Clarke looked up. Lexa had never been so straight forward about what she wanted. Her eyes finally saw Lexa's face again. Lexa hadn't yet seen the unfallen tears in Clarke's eyes. Clarke could see that her friend was trying to read her, trying to understand what was happening. But all Clarke could think about, was Bellamy kissing her and all the things she wanted to say to Lexa, but that now seemed something impossible to do.

-I tried… - Clarke's voice broke in between those two words. She could no longer hold her tears. She felt the first tear falling down her face. - I tried to move away… - She had the feeling of betrayal in her heart, not knowing why, because they were not together. But, both in her heart and mind, Bellamy's kiss had been a betrayal. She had betrayed Lexa.

-Clarke? What happened? What's wrong? I'm sorry for kissing you. I won't do it again. – It's not you. It was never you… Clarke wanted to talk again, but the tears were making it harder for her.

-I tried… I… I don't even know why I'm crying! – She was angry at herself, for not being able to control her emotions. Lexa grabbed both her hands and placed them down, coming closer to her again. Clarke just let her head fall on Lexa's chest.

They stayed in silence. Back in Lexa's hold Clarke could let herself relax. Her tears slowly dried and her breath returned to normal speed, after a while. Lexa stayed the entire time holding her, one hand playing with Clarke's hair and the other slowly going up and down her back.

-I… I like you. – Her mouth was too dry, the words sounding rusty when leaving her lips. But it had been enough for Lexa to hear them. Lexa came to grab Clarke by the shoulders, pushing her away, just enough to look her in the eyes. Once blue met green, Clarke repeated the same words again. – I like you.

Lexa wasn't sure what to feel. She felt her heart trying to rip her apart, trying to get out. Clarke's eyes were so blue, due to the tears that had just stopped falling, leaving her face covered in invisible paths. She no longer felt drunk, she had stopped feeling drunk the moment Clarke started crying. But right now, she still felt like she had no control. She was left frozen, looking at the clear blue from Clarke's eyes, with her mouth hanging half-open, not knowing how to move or how to speak.

-I like you. I wanted to tell you this today. – She said it again. Say something! Do something! – I like you.

Lexa's knees started to feel week and suddenly they were on the floor. She was kneeling, weak, in front of Clarke, looking up at her. All she was able to do was rest her head on Clarke. Her friend looked down at her and joined her, coming to kneel in front of her.

-Lexa? – Clarke used her hand to bring Lexa's face closer, resting their foreheads together.

-I… - it was the first thing that left Lexa's mouth. – I like you too. I like you. I like you. – The moment the words came out for the first time, Lexa couldn't stop them from coming out over and over again. – I like you, Clarke Griffin. – Clarke let out a giggle at hearing her full name leave Lexa's lips.

-I like you too, Lexa Woods. – They both laughed, her noses bumping and her lips coming even closer.

-Can I kiss you? – Lexa finally noticed that she should've asked that from the beginning. Clarke nodded in agreement.

Their lips connected like it was something they had spent their entire lives doing. The kiss was slow and warm, nothing like the previous one. They took their time tasting each other's lips, before finally opening their mouths to deepen the kiss. Both still on the floor, in a toilet cubicle. What a place for a proper and real first kiss. But that was far from being on their minds, both being lost in the kiss.

Their lips stayed glued together until they had to move away to breathe. They wanted to move, but they didn't want to move away from each other.

-Maybe we should get up?...

-Maybe we should. – They both giggled at each other, from being such goofy and lame people. Lexa got up, helping Clarke up, only to push her against the wall again, this time way slower and softly. Their lips connected once again, this time the kiss was slightly faster and hungrier, with wandering hands roaming each other's bodies.

The kiss was once again interrupted, this time by a knock on the door.

-Hey! There's people here trying to use the toilet! – They looked at each other with smiles on their faces and slightly embarrassed, feeling like a kid that had been caught eating candy before dinner. They opened the door and left the toilet, not looking at the girl that had knocked on the door.

Lexa grabbed Clarke's hand and started walking out of the bathroom, into the room and then into the hallway. She was about to reach the stairs when she felt Clarke pulling back. She looked back to see Bellamy pulling Clarke to him. The boy was drunk and Lexa could see that just by looking at him.

-Clarke, where are you going? Were you leaving without saying goodbye? – Bellamy was slurring all his words, making it harder to understand what he was saying. He probably won't remember this tomorrow.

-Yes, she was. – Lexa took Clarke's hand out of Bellamy's, putting herself in front of Clarke.

-Looks like your bodyguard is back. – Bellamy was looking Lexa in the eyes, in the defiance.

-She's not my bodyguard.

-Are you sure, princess? It sure looks like she is, to me. – Bellamy emphasized the word princess as something awful. Lexa didn't quite understand why, but it seemed to reach Clarke.

-Really? You're going to call me a princess again? – Clarke pushed Lexa aside, coming to face Bellamy herself.

-Yes. Just like I said, you look like a princess. All pretty and fragile. That must be why you need your bodyguard. – Clarke was standing in front of Lexa, with clenched fists. She wanted to stop Clarke before she would do something she would regret, but… ate the same time, Bellamy was being an asshole. A drunk asshole is still an asshole. – Was that why you ran away after we kissed? You went to get her. – What?! Kissed? Now that's something new… The pieces started to fit in Lexa's mind, it all started to make sense. – Because, I was right, you are just some little. Fragile. Princ-

Bellamy was silenced by a fist in his nose, that although it hadn't been strong enough to knock him down, it would sure leave a mark in the next day. For a moment, Lexa thought she had been the one punching Bellamy, but she could feel her fists still clenched alongside her body. That's when she saw Clarke standing fiercely in front of Bellamy, with her fists no longer clenched. She had been so lost fitting all the pieces in her mind, that she hadn't been able to stop Clarke from doing the exact thing she knew she would regret tomorrow.

-Don't you ever call me that! Don't even think about it! I am not your princess! Never was. Never will be. And I moved away because I didn't want to kiss you, or is that something too hard for you to understand? – Clarke finished what she wanted to say to him and turned away, grabbing Lexa wrist and pulling her through the people that had started to surround them. Lexa felt out of place. She wasn't understanding all the hate Clarke felt towards the word "princess". – Let's go. I'm done with this party. Can we go to your apartment? – Lexa was still stupefied by all that had just happened, but she nodded in silence, letting herself be pulled outside.

-Are you ok? – Clarke stopped once they reached the street, looking at Lexa.

-I've never been happier. – Clarke smiled and gave Lexa a peck on the lips. – Although, my hand kind of hurts.

-That tends to happen, when you punch someone in the face. I'll get you ice, once we get to my apartment. – Before grabbing her phone to call a taxi, Lexa grabbed Clarke's face with both hands and kissed her passionately. – I just had to do that. – While Clarke was left frozen with surprise and astonishment, Lexa called for a taxi.

Lexa put her phone back in her pocket and turned to face Clarke. The adrenaline was starting to dissipate, and Clarke was now starting to realize what she had just done.

-Did I just punch Bellamy in the face? – Lexa nodded. – Why didn't you stop me? He was drunk! He's probably not going to remember any of it tomorrow…

-Well… you see… I had the intention to stop you, because I knew you would regret it, but I was too distracted trying to understand what you two were talking about. – Clarke's expression changed again. Lexa could see the same thing she had seen for the first time, at the bathroom.

-Right… That… He kissed me.

-Yeah, I had got to that part already. Was that why you were in the bathroom?

-Yes…

-But you didn't punch him because of the kiss, did you?... – It was the "princess" …

-Maybe a little… but not entirely, no… - Lexa could see Clarke was about to reveal something rather important about her past, once again, so she got closer to her friend. – I had this boyfriend, a few years ago. He's name was Finn and he was the popular hot guy from my school. We started dating when I was around 14. He was older, but just a year older. Everything was going well for the first months, but then he started to want more than just kissing and I was not ready for more. That's when he started to act like a moron. He used to call me princess. At first the name was said like a compliment. I was his princess. But when I stopped giving him what he wanted, "princess" started to be said with disdain. He never quite broke up with me. He just, one day, when I got to school, had spread the rumor that I was this virgin that liked to tease, that I was like a princess asking to be rescued and stuff like that. He said way worse words. So, yeah, I hate when people call me princess, because the meaning of the word was changed for me and I'm not a princess. – Clarke looked proud of herself. – I had told Bellamy, in the beginning of tonight, that I didn't like the nickname, so when he said it, he knew he was husting me, he did it on purpose. And although, probably, I shouldn't have punched him, because he didn't know the entire story, it was just stronger than me. I just felt like I was punching Finn, for everything he did to me, to be honest.

-That Finn guy truly seems like an asshole. I might not be able to control myself if I ever cross paths with him.

-Good. He's the one who deserved to be punched, not Bellamy.

-But Bellamy was not being nice either.

-I know… but he was wasted… he's going to hate himself tomorrow, and Finn felt proud of what he did.

-You're probably right. We'll see how he acts tomorrow when he wakes up.

The taxi stopped right in front of them and they got in, both in the backseat. Clarke got in after Lexa and came to sit close to her, her hands almost touching. The atmosphere inside the car was heavy. They both wanted to be closer, but neither knew if the other one would be ok with the closeness. The ride to Lexa's apartment was rather quick, maybe because they were too focused on each other's reactions.

Clarke was feeling confident and empowered, like she could do anything. Lexa's warm body was so close to hers. If she could she would be holding her hand, but the taxi driver spent the entire ride staring at them with a weird look, like he was judging them, so Clarke waited for Lexa to close her apartment's door, to threw herself at Lexa.

-Whoa… Hi there… - Lexa was caught by surprise, but she still caught her with ease. Clarke kissed her on the cheek before starting to kiss closer and closer to her lips. Little kisses until their lips touched. That kiss was not little. Lexa held her tighter and brought her even closer. The kiss felt like breathing, like if they were to stop kissing, they would die. – I don't know about you, but I really need to take a shower. – Lexa interrupted their kiss, and although Clarke agreed with her, she wanted to kiss her more than she wanted to take a shower. Unless you take the shower together… Wait what?! Did I just think that?

-Shower. Right. A shower seems like a great idea. Also, you still have to ice my hand, like you promised me. – A shower and some ice seemed to be the right decision, Clarke was starting to feel too hot, and the heat made her take rash decisions. Lexa was still holding Clarke in her arms, but she was not as close anymore.

-I'm so sorry, I totally forgot about the ice. Your hand must still hurt. – Lexa grabbed Clarke's hand, brought it close to her face and started examining it, like if she was a doctor or something like that. – It doesn't look broken, just bruised.

-What do you know about broken hands? – Clarke laughed, she was finding that knew Lexa's reaction quite endearing and funny. She had never seen her look at her with such care.

-Let's just say that I've seen my fair number of broken bones to recognize one when I see it. – Lexa said those words so seriously that it made Clarke loose her smile. – Nothing serious, I just might have broken a few of my bones, when I was younger.

-You did? How did that happen? – Every chance Clarke had to know more about little Lexa, she would take it keenly.

-Well, you know me… I'm all adventures and climbing trees. When I was a kid, besides that I used to get into fights. – Lexa started walking over to the kitchen while talking and Clarke followed.

-What? Really? Little Lexa was a fighter? I always thought you were the well-behaved kid.

-And I was. The fights were not a rebellious phase, they were a big sister, over protective, kind of a hero phase. If that makes any sense at all.

-It does, actually. That, I can totally see. Little Lexa, punching some rude guy for making fun of her siblings. That's so you, it still is. – Lexa took the ice out of the freezer and wrapped it around a kitchen towel.

-My parents didn't find it as cute as you. They took me to all these different sports, so that I would release my anger, or something like that. – Lexa started icing Clarke's hand, with such a careful touch.

-So, that's how you got your thing for sports.

-Probably, yes. I started with Karate and moved on to boxing. Now I just like to go to the gym and go for my morning run. You can come with me sometime. – Clarke laughed louder and nervously.

-Me? Are you serious? Do you like me at all? – Lexa seemed confuse at Clarke's reaction. – I hate running.

-Oh… That… I know. But that doesn't mean you can't try. I'm sure you'll enjoy my morning run.

-I love that you believe in that, but I'm not a runner, and I'll probably never be.

-I made you climb a tree, didn't I? – Clarke had no response for that. – Exactly. I'll make a runner out of you, you'll see.

-Fine, I'll give you a chance. I'll try running with you. – I can't believe I'm saying this. – But if after that, I still don't like running, will you still like me?

-I think it's pretty impossible for me not to like you. – Lexa reached forward to give Clarke a peck on the lips. When she was moving back, but Clarke bit her lip, stopping her from leaving, and prolonging the kiss, that just grew more passionate. – So, can you stay here icing your hand, while I go take a quick shower? I hate smelling like alcohol and smoke.

-Ok, but then you have to let me take a shower too. I wouldn't want to be smelly next to you. – Lexa got up, gave Clarke a kiss on her head and left her there siting at the kitchen island.

-I'll be really fast, there's water in the fridge if you're thirsty.

Clarke spend the 15 minutes that Lexa took on her shower, going through all the cabinets in the kitchen, ending with the fridge, to grab the water. She always did that, not because she was hungry or something, she just liked knowing what were her options, if she were to be hungry. She did the exact same in her house. Her mother used to nag her about it, saying it wasn't something polite to do, even at their own house. Mother isn't here now…

-Clarke! You can come now, the shower is free. – Clarke left the ice and the water on the counter and ran to meet Lexa, who was soaking wet, wrapped in a towel. God, I love this image. – Clarke? Did you hear what I just said? – Nope, not at all.

-Not really, sorry. – Lexa made her famous smirk.

-Were you too busy gawking at me?

-Don't you start with that cockiness of yours. You're naked and wet in front of me, was I supposed not to look?

-Not at all, look all you want. – Lexa turned her back on Clarke and started walking towards her room.

-Hate to see you leave, love to watch you leave. – Lexa didn't look back, but she laughed, something that made Clarke all warm inside, probably because it was something not that usual.

-There's clothes and a towel for you in the bathroom. – Lexa closed the door of her bedroom and Clarke did the same, finally entering the bathroom.

The shower felt like something from the gods themselves. It relaxed her and calmed her, making all the adrenaline from the night dissipate and the tiredness from the long week appear. Once she got out of the shower and started getting dressed, that's when she realized what Lexa had left for her as clothes. A t-shirt and panties. No shorts. Nothing but a big clear blue shirt. That smart-ass… So that's what you're doing. I can play that game too.

Clarke left the bathroom with her hair dripping on her shirt. She opened the door to Lexa's room and walked the sexiest way she could, swaying her hips sensually and whipping her hair from one side to the other like she used to see on the shampoo commercials.

-What are you doing?

-I'm trying to seduce you. – Lexa smirked again, coming to sit straight at the end of the bed.

-Oh… is that so? Why aren't you wearing the shorts I gave you? – Shorts? What shorts? There were no shorts!

-What do you mean? There were no shorts!

-That's impossible, I left them there. – Lexa got up to go get the shorts, as proof she wasn't lying. She reappeared a few seconds later holding a pair of shorts over her head. – See? I knew I had left you shorts. – Clarke felt embarrassed. She had done all that in vain. – Although, I do prefer the no shorts option. – Lexa dropped the shorts on the floor and lunched herself at Clarke, throwing her on the bed.

They ended up both laying on the bed, laughing at each other. Clarke got herself closer to Lexa, coming to rest her nose on her neck.

-I like the way you smell. – Lexa threw her arm around Clarke's waist, hugging her closer and kissing her forehead.

-I like the way you smell too, which is not exactly your smell right now. You smell like me.

-Probably because I just used your shampoo. – Clarke couldn't help herself and started kissing Lexa's neck, just little pecks, her eyes starting to weight more than usual, making it impossible for her to keep them open. Lexa must've noticed how tired she was, because she pushed them up in the bed, covering them with the sheets.

-Maybe we should rest.

-Hum hum. – Clarke just got even closer to Lexa, trying to get as comfortable as she could. Their bodies fitted together perfectly, just like to pieces from the same puzzle. Clarke fell asleep easily, Lexa's lips on her head being the last thing she felt before drowning in her dreams.