A/N: WARNING: Extreme fluff and Crazyhead spoilers.

Chapter 6 – The Heavens

Clarke and Lexa rolled into something resembling a routine over the next few weeks, texting each other frequently and finding time to see each other at least once a day. Lexa felt she was becoming quite addicted to Clarke's company, if she didn't say so herself. It was well into April and they still hadn't gotten sick of each other yet, but Lexa was no longer perturbed by that fact. Far from strange, her time with Clarke became the new normal. Days spent without each other became the oddity.

As time had progressed, Lexa worried about Clarke taking any of her actions the wrong way and perceiving them as any Sapphic advance far less than she had their first week together. Body contact grew to be a natural thing for them. Not that it was that heavy, but a hand to the other's arm here, elbows interlocked there… They were comfortable with each other and nothing about it felt uneasy anymore. It looked as if they were both affectionate people, and that trait was only amplified if they drank too much (which, thankfully, never really happened when they were around each other).

Honestly speaking, they tended to drink quite a bit of wine together, and regularly at that. Their alcohol consumption only occurred weekly, however, because they'd started having Friday pizza and wine nights, relentlessly starting and finishing Netflix shows. They typically limited themselves to a bottle or less per week. Sometimes they were too involved in their own conversations (which never bored Lexa) to be quiet enough to pay attention to the screen and watch the shows they'd picked. And, with how little they drank, the wine no longer alarmed either of them into thinking they'd be too handsy. Each young woman quickly found out the other didn't mind if their legs were crossed on top of the other's or not, or if hands were resting closely together. It was a warm and comforting kind of friendship.

As she climbed the stairs in her apartment building, Lexa recalled the day long ago when Anya had teased her mercilessly as they'd left the coffee shop they had met Clarke and Raven at. Lexa had let it slip that Clarke and her had spent the night together, but hadn't been able to specify that she and Clark just fallen asleep on the couch, before the sisters were interrupted and distracted by their returning company at the table.

Anya had started crooning at her as soon as they stepped outside. "Lexa has a girlfriend! Finally!"

With an eye roll so hard it almost hurt, Lexa had looked at her sister incredulously. "Can you stop?"

"Many have waited for this day; the day that my little sis has finally-"

"Keep your goddamn voice down."

"How can you be upset? You're getting laid now," Anya mocked. In a voice that was so serious the sarcasm could barely be heard, she had continued, "Can I just say that I am so proud? And also that I am shocked and upset you didn't say anything earlier. A week ago you were calling me, crying about this girl, and now look at you."

Lexa had impatiently waited for her to finish, shaking her head at her sister's antics. "First of all, I did not cry. Second of all, you're taking this completely out of proportion. We went out for dinner and just fell asleep on my couch. There's nothing weird about that."

"You took her to dinner!" Anya had started again, thrilled. "Did you pay?"

"That's beside the point," Lexa had protested, exasperated with how miserably she was failing to get her point across. "I don't know how to better explain this, but nothing of that sort has transpired between us. We're just friends."

Anya had hooked her elbow through her sister's arm, oblivious of the fact that Lexa wanted nothing to do with her. "So just friends smile adorably at each other over the breakfast table?"

"Adorably?" Lexa repeated, not able to tell whether she was more disgusted with Anya for suggesting it, or herself for believing Anya. She forcibly removed her arm from Anya's, and for the rest of the walk, she'd argued with Anya about the true nature of her relationship with Clarke (despite several attempts on her part to change the subject). It turned out that Anya was mostly fucking with her, but Lexa hadn't appreciated it in the least.

"Yeah, I'm not serious, Lex. Calm down, already," Anya had grinned and rubbed her elbow into Lexa's side until she stopped scowling. She was starting to lose energy from teasing her little sister, though, and told her she was going back to her own apartment to nap the rest of her hangover away. "You know, sometimes when you lie, you get very defensive."

She refused to take Anya's bait but wished her to feel better when they'd arrived on her street at last. Lexa had gone back to sleep when she arrived in her own apartment that day and had tried not to think about what her sister had said.

That had been weeks ago, and today, Lexa was heading up to Clarke's apartment to watch a new show they'd discovered, called Crazyhead. They'd started watching shows with supernatural themes out of habit. Clarke no longer gave her weird looks when she suggested odd shows, either, so Lexa hoped the sci-fi genre was growing on her.

It was a stormy Friday afternoon, blustery and terribly wet, and both young women had just finished their classes. They'd chattered about how eager the both of them were to start another binge-watching session. Lexa opened the unlocked door to Clarke's apartment and called out for her friend.

"I'm in my bedroom," Clarke answered. Lexa furrowed her brows when she wandered in at whatever the other girl was trying to do. The blonde had scooped up all the blankets on her bed and was currently holding them all, a pillow or two precariously stuck on the top of her heap.

"I'm pretty sure that's not how you make a bed," Lexa stated.

Clarke made a face at her. "Shhh. I have a cool idea."

"Is it a new-age method of making your bed? Because-"

"Okay, seriously. Shut up and help me."

Lexa wandered over to her and took the pillows threatening to fall, grabbing another few that'd already landed back on the bed at Clarke's request. She curiously followed her neighbor out to the living room and stood back after they plopped everything down on the couch.

"How do you feel about blanket forts?" Clarke asked, chest heaving with the effort of trying not to trip on all of her blankets. "Because we're building one."

"Wait, really?" Lexa asked, all former concerns about Clark's knowledge of bed-making vanishing. She looked at the materials they'd just dumped from their arms.

"Yeah, forts are for people of all ages." Clarke appeared to be pleased that Lexa agreed to her idea so quickly. She reached around to the side of the coffee table and picked up a new bottle of wine she'd bought. "I also decided there's a way we can make it a whole lot more adult."

Lexa took the wine bottle and pretended to inspect it with a serious expression, and then looked up at Clarke.

"Griffin, this is just about the best idea you've had in all the days I've known you."

Clarke agreed, and a hand flew up to cover her smile when she asked, "Did you just call me Griffin?"

"I heard Raven say it one time, thought I'd try it out. Perhaps it's not for me." Lexa pondered aloud, scrunching her nose up.

"You can call me whatever you'd like," Clarke laughed and went into the kitchen to grab the cork-popper. Lexa noticed it was laying nearby a second wine bottle on the counter. She walked up to Clarke and sheepishly held up a third bottle of her own from her bag. Clarke only smirked. "Well, looks like we've more than prepared."

"We probably shouldn't drink this all tonight," Lexa started, and saw Clarke considering her suggestion, about to agree. "But, you know, I had a killer exam today, so it might be warranted."

"Drinking our problems away, are we?" Clarke asked, taking the third bottle along with the others and putting them closer to the living room.

Lexa shrugged but told her how she'd been caught in the rain and was nearly late for her test that morning. She'd been without an umbrella and had to walk inside her classroom soaking wet, sitting uncomfortably with moisture everywhere, and it'd completely thrown her off her game. A hot shower was her only point of hope to focus on that day – that, and their planned movie night.

Clarke gave her a sympathetic look. She'd experienced just how torrential the downpour had been, having been caught in the storm on her way back from school. "It's cool with me if we're drinking our problems away, just to verify that fact."

Lexa nodded and turned back to the beginnings of the blanket fort. "I'm glad you suggested this. It's kind of what I needed after today." She faced her friend again with a sigh. "Thanks, Clarke."

"No problem," she replied easily. "Let's get this thing built."

They quickly set to work. The girls paused halfway through only to order a pizza, and then continued hanging up edges of blankets around Clarke's living room. They used clothespins to hold the sheets together. Excess blankets and pillows were scattered around the floor inside. They propped themselves up against the base of the couch and turned on the television, which had been brought inside the spacious fort.

As soon as everything was finished, Lexa left the confines of the blanket walls to get wine glasses while Clarke escaped to answer the door and retrieve the pizza from downstairs. It was still light out, but Clarke also decided to grab some Christmas lights from her room and hang them up in the fort, making it a magical and cozy dream world inside. Lexa and Clarke grinned at their efforts and then back at each other.

It was the first time that their shared pizza was not homemade, but neither girl had the energy to stand and cook that night. They'd easily agreed takeout was fine. However, when they bit into their pizza, a look transpired between the two of them, and they both knew what the other was thinking.

"Ours is way better."

"Obviously we need to open up our own pizza shop."

Neither of them could admit they weren't starving, though, and the pizza was practically inhaled anyway.

They were halfway through the show and had finished a full bottle of wine before they'd realized there were only six episodes of Crazyhead available online. Well, six episodes that existed total. Lexa raised her latest glass up to the screen and pointed at the main female characters on screen. "Why do all British shows have such short seasons?"

"More importantly, why is British television so much better than American?" Clarke asked, and clinked her glass to Lexa's.

"It just is," they sighed in unison.

It was well into the night when they'd reached the sixth and final episode. They were now two wine bottles deep and starting the third, both starting to feel much more than tipsy. They'd each stretched out like lazy starfish, Clarke's right leg over Lexa's left, and were staring at the string lights twinkling on the roof of the fort.

Lexa knocked her foot on Clarke's to get her attention. "Have I ever told you how much I love stars?"

"No." Clarke looked over at her. "You do?"

"Yeah," Lexa breathed. She didn't know why she was telling Clarke exactly…Oh, that's right. She gestured up to the lights that resembled stars twinkling somewhere outside. "I haven't seen them since I last went camping with my family, but I kind of remember them looking like this."

"That must've been brilliant," Clarke told her.

"It was," Lexa nodded. "I keep forgetting to tell you something. Anya's planning a camping trip for the two of us before graduation, to go out again - camping. It's, like, an early celebration for finishing school. I'm really excited for it."

"When's that?" Clarke asked. "Seriously, that's so nice of her. I bet it'll be awesome."

"I think so," Lexa murmured. "It's the first weekend in May, before graduation. I don't have class that Friday, so we're leaving Thursday and coming back Saturday. We'll be driving all the way up to the Catskills."

"I'm jealous." Clarke offered a lop-sided grin, happy for her. "I don't think I've ever gone camping, but I took a trip to Virginia Beach once with my mom and dad. You could see the whole Milky Way at night if you were on this one island nearby. Chincoteague, I think it was called. Or Assateague."

"Heh, ass."

"You're so drunk," Clarke gazed thoughtfully at her friend, but was chuckling along with her.

"I'm not the only one," Lexa told her and half-heartedly attempted to smack Clarke. Her hand fell like deadweight, limp and loopy from the alcohol coursing through her veins. Then, after a few moments, it grew light and warm, and Lexa realized Clarke had picked it up.

"My point is, the roof of our fort is pretty and looks like the sky," Lexa added, trying to keep her voice even. "I'm looking forward to looking at the stars again."

Her neighbor sat up, inadvertently leaning over Lexa's slouched form a little. She was examining Lexa's hand – for what, the brunette didn't know. At first, she started tracing little patterns on the hand she'd seized, drawing something Lexa couldn't see. Clarke's fingertips grazed along tan ones, and she looked harder at the hand she was inspecting.

"Lexa!" she exclaimed suddenly.

"Clarke!" Lexa mimicked.

"Your fingers are so tall," she said, gasping. "Wait, long? That's the word."

Lexa sat up with her, feeling a similar loss of control over her balance. She held her hand up to Clarke's and both of them stared in wonder at the difference in lengths between the two of them. Lexa's were long and slender, Clarke's were shorter and callused from years of holding pencils and paintbrushes.

"Weird," Lexa breathed, genuinely and drunkenly interested. Their shoulders were touching, holding each other up, but neither of them really noticed. She was first to put her hand down, but it landed atop her thigh (which was adjacent to Clarke's thigh, where Clarke's hand had similarly landed). Lexa guessed she probably wasn't aware of the way her pinky was stretching to meet Lexa's, occasionally bumping into it as a commotion seemed to commence on the forgotten screen flashing in front of them.

They became engrossed in the show before them again soon enough. Well, Clarke did. Lexa was busy trying to concentrate on the show instead of the tingling feeling crawling up her arm from her friend's fidgeting. Lexa didn't know if it was her own intoxicated state or what – well, who was she kidding, of course it was – that made her want to stop Clarke's tapping and scoop up her hand entirely.

But Clarke was distracted, staring intently at the screen. The two main characters were at a costume party. There was maybe ten minutes left to the show, and the blonde character was trying to find her fellow demon-hunter friend (Lexa couldn't remember their names) that had been kidnapped by the throwers of the party. Several minutes later, they'd found each other, but the kidnapped character was having a mental breakdown and was somehow (Lexa hadn't exactly been paying attention) bringing about an apocalypse with her supernatural powers (What? When had she gotten them?).

"What's going on?" Lexa whispered, now thoroughly confused, but Clarke didn't hear her.

The blonde character was back on screen, coaxing her friend and trying to calm her down before the world ended, or something along those lines. One minute they were talking and the next, the two onscreen characters were kissing.

"What?" Lexa said aloud.

But her neighbor ignored her still. Instead, she'd reached out and decided to grab Lexa's hand herself, swept up in her emotions. Clarke's jaw had dropped, and Lexa guessed she was hardly aware of their conjoined limbs. "Aww, oh my god. Look, Lexa!"

"I thought they were just friends," Lexa asked dumbly, confused.

"No, didn't you see the subtle gay subtext throughout the whole thing?"

"I mean, I guess. I didn't think they'd actually act on it," Lexa replied.

"Me neither." Clarke squeezed her hand again and brought it up to her own heart, oblivious to the fact that she was dragging Lexa's along with her. She used her other hand to finish her glass of wine. "It was cute though, right?"

"Of course," Lexa answered, still distracted by the lack of ownership of her own fingers. Their elbows were folded together and Clarke had decided to set their hands in her own lap. Lexa certainly wasn't complaining, though, and leaned her head back down against the pillows.

Well, what she thought were pillows. It might have been Clarke's shoulder. She couldn't really tell.

Lexa absently thought she might be content to stay like this in their fort for the rest of her life. The show was still rolling, but she was closing her eyes, reveling in how marvelously the day had ended.

"Your cheeks are pink, Lex," she heard Clarke say softly. Lexa opened her eyes to stare lazily up at the girl she was lying next to. She was gazing curiously down, looking at Lexa with wonder. "You think we've drank too much? I usually start blushing too."

She could surely blame it on that. Lexa wouldn't mind at all. She was about to say something (probably quite stupid) back to Clarke, feeling a little weak under her gaze, when a pitch-black darkness suddenly enveloped them.

They both jumped, scrambling to their knees as gracefully as they could. Clark's gentle caress had turned to a death grip on Lexa's wrist.

"What's happening?"

"Is the power out?"

They let go of each other then and scrambled in the darkness for their phones. The TV, lights, and everything else had gone black, and they could barely see anything before they turned on their flashlights.

Clarke led them out of the fort and to the window that allowed them a view of the city. Well, usually it did. For all they knew right now, they could've been looking into an empty void. "What in the world?"

"Clarke?" Lexa asked, stumbling along behind her until she leaned on the glass pane. "Why can't we see anything?"

Clarke just shrugged in response, and whispered, "Okay, I know it's just because we've been watching that show, but what if there's a demon apocalypse going on?"

Lexa rolled her eyes in the darkness, sobering up just a little. "Don't be silly, Clarke. I'll call the landlord."

She was on the phone for a moment, trying with the utmost sobriety to speak clearly and discuss the problem with the landlord, Indra, and discovered that the earlier storm had led to a city-wide blackout. Thankfully, Indra mentioned that back-up generators were currently being looked at to combat the power outage, at least temporarily. She was told that everything would be back to normal in an hour or two.

"Apparently the storm stopped," Lexa told Clarke upon hanging up, and she looked out the window again. "Not that I can really tell."

She couldn't decipher whether Clarke heard her or not, however, because the other girl was staring up at something out the window that Lexa couldn't see. The light from her phone exposed the fog on the glass when Clarke spoke. "Lexa?"

"Clarke?"

"I have another brilliant idea. Grab the best blanket from inside the fort," Clarke breathed again and leaned back to nudge her arm excitedly. The blonde herself went into the closet to dig something out, but, upon her return from underneath the fort, Lexa couldn't see what it was until she focused her flashlight on it. It looked like a lounge chair.

"You have your sweatshirt on?" Clarke asked.

Lexa nodded, then remembered she couldn't see her and verbally confirmed instead.

"Alright," Clarke said, and Lexa could hear her smiling. "Follow me."

"Whatever you say," Lexa said and picked up something else along the way. They wobbled over to a door in Clarke's apartment that Lexa had never known the purpose of, and only now did she realize what was happening. "You have roof access?"

"Duh," Clarke scoffed. They climbed upwards until they met another door that opened up to a pitch black space. Her neighbor searched behind her until she found Lexa and grabbed her arm, both of them stumbling out to the middle of the roof. She stopped them and used both hands to set up the chair.

Thankfully, it was wide enough that it could seat both of them, but it took a bit to get in the chair. Lexa fumbled onto it first, and Clarke felt around for the armrest, settling herself on her side, facing Lexa. It was quite cozy.

Clarke must've felt Lexa looking at her, because she turned to face her. Or at least, Lexa's neck, because she could feel warm exhalations there. "Let's not be afraid to cuddle, okay, Woods? It's cold out."

"Did you just call me Woods?" Lexa asked, a little breathy. She may have been very drunk and confused about most things happening around her, but she was still aware enough to be startled by the feeling of her own heart beating out of her chest at the sound of Clarke's gravelly voice annunciating her last name.

Lexa was also conscious of the goosebumps on her neck where she could feel Clarke's breath, but she was trying her hardest to not to concentrate on it.

She heard the sound of Clarke's head nodding against the fabric on the back of the chair in response to her question. Lexa laughed despite whatever gay heart condition she was currently experiencing and echoed Clarke's earlier words. "Call me whatever you like."

Clark hummed at that, and promised to take her up on the offer.

"Where's that blanket?" Clarke asked, shivering a little. The rainstorm had taken away the earlier heat wave the city had been experiencing and now, outside, she insisted her fingers were growing cold. She helped Lexa settle the blanket over both of them and paused when she heard something clank to the floor. "What was that?"

Lexa smiled, though Clarke couldn't see it, and grabbed ahold of what had rolled off of the blanket, just within reach. Both of their eyes were finally adjusting to the dark, and Lexa was pleased that she could now see grey outlines of everything. She promptly plopped the third wine bottle she'd grabbed at the last minute on the blanket space atop both of their stomachs.

"Lexa, you beautiful human being," Clarke whispered with gusto. "This is perfect."

"Can't let it go to waste," Lexa shrugged, thinking it was as good an excuse as any, and took a swig of the alcohol. When she wiped her mouth, she felt Clarke staring up at her. "What?"

"Nothing," Clarke said and squirmed where she sat. Lexa shifted more comfortably against her and handed over the bottle to share. Clarke took a long drink herself before capping it with the cork again.

Lexa soon found that her head was spinning even though she was laying down. She felt confused suddenly and had no idea why she and Clarke were sitting on a chair on their roof. To her credit, she was having trouble remembering most things at the moment. "Clarke what are we doing up here? It's freezing."

In response, Clarke cuddled closer and fisted cold fingers into the fabric of Lexa's sweatshirt, helping the two of them warm up considerably. Lexa had started to pass the point where she second-guessed their affectionately-drunken gestures and gave into her desire to hold Clarke just a bit closer. She turned on her side just a little more and warmed her own fingers by twisting them in the blanket around Clarke's stomach, wrapping both of them more warmly together. Clarke hummed against her chest where her head had landed and said softly, "Look up."

Lexa did as she was told and gasped audibly. She focused her eyes as best as she could and gazed at the open sky before her. A few thousand stars glittered before her, a sight she'd so rarely been able to experience in the city. "No way!"

"Thought you'd like it," the blonde in her side mumbled, slurring her words just a little and taking another sip of wine. "Without all the lights, you can actually see some constellations."

Lexa nodded excitedly and recalled the names of the ones she could remember in her intoxicated state, accidentally repeating a few of the same ones, and pointing them all out to Clarke. It wasn't like they could see the whole sky, as there was still some pollution blocking a full view of the heavens, but it was much more than was normally visible in the city. They'd even seen a shooting star at one point, of which Lexa babbled on about endlessly and insisted they both make a wish.

"What'd you wish for?" Clarke asked when she'd obliged and made hers.

"It won't come true if you say it out loud, stupid," Lexa scoffed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. By Lexa's inebriated logic, even asking the question was bad luck.

"Wow, you're a mean drunk," Clarke complained.

"Shut up," Lexa said affectionately. They both knew she didn't mean it, and so she rested her head on Clarke's, which had settled into her own shoulder. She remained there until her eyes felt heavy, the world tilting sideways again from all the wine she'd consumed.

She didn't know how much time passed until Clarke was shaking her, hand holding up her face so that her eyes would open.

"Lexa," Clarke nudged her. They'd both passed out on the roof, but Clarke's eyes had popped open when she realized the city below them was lit up again. Lexa was hardly responding, and it was starting to worry her. "Lexa, please wake up. It's freezing out here."

It'd felt better when the two of them had been continuously drinking wine, as they'd been able to stay warm from the alcohol heating their throats. The blanket had done enough to keep the chill off, but the wind was starting to pick up and the return of the light pollution had blocked out their view of the stars above. It was high time they go to bed.

Lexa groaned grumpily in response to Clarke smacking her cheek. "Wha-?"

"It's cold. Let's go back," Clarke pleaded. It was easier convincing Lexa than she thought once she was awake. Well, perhaps, half-awake. Her eyes didn't open, and once they'd extracted themselves from the chair, she looked like she was close to teetering back to a horizontal position at any moment. Clarke abandoned everything but the blanket as she helped her neighbor back down the roof steps.

Lexa spoke no real words the entire time she was led back to Clarke's living room, so Clarke (who was much better at holding her liquor, it seemed) shoved a glass of water into her neighbor's hand. Lexa's eyes still never really opened while she sat on the kitchen chair, so Clarke forced her to drink a second glass of water.

"You're hopeless, Lex," Clarke mumbled, and decided she should drink a glass herself. When they were finished and Clarke was one hundred percent positive that Lexa was sleep-walking the whole time, she led them back to the blanket fort.

Tugging Lexa's hand to guide her along faster, Clarke found she was madly craving sleep again, too. This time, Lexa blinkingly held her hand and followed until they reached their destination. Clarke decided this particular movie night was now decidedly a sleepover night, and promptly pulled the big blanket they'd taken outside over the both of them once again, unplugging the string lights that had been left on earlier.

"Night, Griff," she heard Lexa mumble next to her.

"Sweet dreams, Woods," Clarke whispered.

A/N: I hope this wasn't too much fluff, but I was really feeling it, okay? I'm excited for what's in store for the next few chapters. Thank you so much for your kind reviews! I really, really enjoy reading them (esp Casey's long ones) so please keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing so far! Thanks so much!

Shout-out to reviewers: Casey, Eigomi, and AlexSamtin for giving me feedback on the last chapter. XO