A/N: Hey guys. Sorry it's been a while and this one's so short. Honestly it's because I am really distracted right now by something I can't do anything about. I am in constant pain because I have a problem with either my teeth or my jaw, I don't know which but both are hurting. The entire right side of my face is constantly aching and it is really difficult to tune out so I can write. So if there are problems with this chapter thats why. I really wish I could have written more but honestly I had to struggle to write this much. I can't even eat right now and the earliest dentist appointment I could get is a week on tuesday so it's going to be a hard week if this doesn't ease off at least a little bit.

I'm going to do my best with updates this week but please be patient with me, I know it doesn't sound like it's a massive problem or it would affect my writing but it really is and it's making me miserable as well because there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.

Thanks for just letting me complain a little bit, I really needed to just tell someone because right now I'm trying to just ignore it and it isn't working.

Hopefully I'll have a chapter for you tomorrow but I really don't know if I'll be able to focus for long enough to get it done.

"Luna we spoke about this last time you stayed here." Clarke said softly as she woke to the Floukru leader sitting patiently on the end of their bed. "To start with the sun is only just risen, and you can't just come into our room and watch us sleep. It's weird."

Luna just shrugged lightly, "I was bored."

A pillow suddenly connected with her face, nearly knocking her off the bed as Lexa cracked open one eyelid to glare at her in annoyance, "If you want to stay in here then lie down and go to sleep. Because we are not waking up yet and I will not have you making my wife feel uncomfortable."

Grumbling about Lexa's short temper, Luna kept the pillow, curling up at the end of the bed like a cat and closing her eyes.

Rolling her eyes, Lexa pulled Clarke back into her arms, she had intended for Luna to go sleep on the couch or the floor but as long as she was being quiet, Lexa didn't intend to push the issue.

Neither Clarke or Lexa were able to get back to sleep but they were contently relaxed. Even with the Boat Clans leader curled up at their feet.

it had been nearly an hour when the door was flung open and Octavia practically danced grinning at them, "Wow Lexa, why am I never allowed to sleep in your bed?"

It was Clarke who sat up, shaking her head despairingly at both Octavia and Luna who had sat up wearing a smug expression, knowing that they would have to get up now. "Because Lexa's my wife and you have Lincoln to irritate. Plus Luna may be sleeping on the bed but she isn't in it."

"Nor is she sleeping." Lexa groaned, accepting that the peace and quiet was over. "And you forget I have shared a bed with you during our infiltration of the clan less army. I don't know how Lincoln does it. You're all elbows."

Shrugging the insult off casually, Octavia hopped up onto the end of the bed so she was kneeling next to Luna.

Looking between the two girls knelt on the end of their bed, Clarke shot a glare sideways at Lexa, "And now there's two of them. Get control of your evil, sleep hating, friends Heda."

Responding to Clarke's grin with a roll of her eyes, Lexa waved her hand towards Octavia, "You cannot blame this on me, Wanheda. I tried to kill that one and you stopped me. Twice in one day if memory serves."

Clarke sucked in a breath and looked towards Octavia worriedly, wary of her reaction to Lexa ordering her dead during the war on Mount Weather. But to her surprise Octavia's smile hadn't dropped, if anything it had only grown brighter.

"Wait, she told you about that?" She asked curiously as Lexa slipped out of the bed beside her and ducked into the other room to get dressed.

"What's attempted murder between friends?" Octavia grinned.

All they heard was Lexa's voice as she shouted out from where she was getting changed, "Attempted assassination Octavia. Don't sell yourself short."

"Right." Octavia nodded, "I was important enough to warrant assassination."

Clarke stared at her blankly for a moment before looking at Luna questioningly, "Has Lexa tried to have you killed too?"

Luna shook her head, "No, but she did try to do it herself once."

Walking back out, dressed in a simple pair of black pants and a plain grey shirt she had stolen from Clarke, Lexa sat down in front of her wife expectantly, smiling when she felt Clarke's hands starting to comb through her hair. "In my defense, that was a provoked attack Luna."

"All I did was borrow your knife." She defended, as Lexa quirked an eyebrow and reached out her hand, palm up.

"So when will I be getting it back then?"

Octavia laughed and touched Luna's shoulder, "So what did you do with it then?"

Bowing her head so her hair covered the way she was blushing bright red, Luna coughed slightly, "I gave it to someone."

"Who?" Clarke asked curiously, starting to tie off the little braids in Lexa's hair.

Lexa was more than happy to fill in the blanks, "She never found out his name. He was a young warrior visiting from the Desert Clan and she followed him around for a week, not able to say a single word."

Growling at her under her breath, Luna shook her head, "I was nine. Which you always like to leave out when you tell the story. You're just insensitive to pining after people you can't have, because you've only loved two people in your whole life and they both loved you back."

Feeling Clarke's light tap on her shoulder to indicate she was done, Lexa stood up and started ushering the other two out of the room, "Time for you to leave now. Meet us in an hour with everyone else."

"Wait, meet where?" Octavia asked as Lexa was about to close the door on them.

"Downstairs, by the front door. Now go."

Then she closed the door, blocking them both out.