Raven was pouting her best friend. She knew she was trying to get her out of the house for some reason and she was not aware Lexa texted Octavia to do so. "Octavia, I don't want to get out. We have Netflix, food and booze here."

"Come on, we have to see this movie!" Octavia replied, dragging her to the front door. "I want to watch this movie since, like, forever. If it can wipe your grumpy face, I'll pay!"

"But it's late and I'm working tomorrow morning and –"

"Stop whining, there's no way out of it, Reyes."

"Ugh, jeez. What have I done to suffer like this, Lord?" She replied, looking at the ceiling. "Don't I deserve better than this?"

"You did a lot worse to me! Remember that time, you brought me to this particular party and there was this weird guy flirting with me?"

"Oh yes, I will forever apologize for that." Raven answered to Octavia.

"Well, well! Now is the perfect time for the payback."

"I'm going to kill you in your sleep for this, Blake… The movie better be good as fuck."

"Believe me, you'll thank me for what I'm doing."

This was the longest car ride ever, Lexa and Clarke were almost suffocating. No one was talking, mostly because they didn't knew what to say. At least, both were happy. And Lexa was happier to see Octavia's car was not in the driveway. She looked at her cellphone and received a message: the raven is out of the house, I repeat: the raven is out of the house. She replied a brief 'thank you Octavia' and got off the car with a smile. Clarke and she walked to the porch. She opened the front door and entered the house, followed by the blonde. As soon as the door was closed, Lexa turned to face Clarke, step forward, backing her slowly on the door.

"Lexa." She murmured and it made the brunette's smile bigger. She leaned on Clarke, letting their bodies getting closer at the point that there was almost no space between them.

"Yes?" She looked at her roommate and she got caught into her eyes. She felt Clarke's breath going faster and she realised her breath had the same rhythms than hers.

"I would like to kiss you." This was the cutest way to ask for a kiss. Lexa nodded and slowly closed her eyes, waiting for Clarke to make a move on her.

She felt her lips closer to hers and Clarke's hand reaching her neck. Lexa realised her hands were awkwardly doing nothing, so she just grabbed the blonde's waist to pull her even more closely. Then Clarke kissed and she swore it was the best kiss someone gave her in all her life. Clarke was soft and tender, yet Lexa could feel her passion and desperation – she knew she wanted more than just a kiss too. The brunette kissed her back, her hands slowly moving to the blonde's back. Clarke eventually got out of breath and pulled back from the kiss, smiling.

"I wish we could… keep things slow. If you want to." Clarke said, looking into the beautiful green eyes of Lexa. She didn't wanted to screw this up.

"Of course, Clarke."

She kissed her again and Clarke felt her legs were like jelly. "Mind if we go to my bedroom?"

"Didn't you just said that –"

"Oh yes, but I would really like to cuddle. My intentions are honest and… I just won't be able to stand up for long if you keep kissing me that way." She smiled and grabbed Lexa's hand, dragging her to her bedroom. Her intentions were honest, all she wanted was cuddling with the brunette.

"Come here," Clarke guided Lexa to her bed. They both lie on their back, looking at each other. "You're beautiful."

"You are as well." Lexa replied.

"Thank you." Clarke lean to kiss her. "I would like if you share my bed tonight."

"I'd like that too."

The morning came too quickly. Clarke and Lexa spent most of the night kissing each other, not wondering at all what their roommates could think about their relationship. Clarke couldn't put a name on it – they were not girlfriends, nor simple friends, but they were not really dating (were they?). One thing was sure, they were not friends with benefits since they were not having sex – yet. Lexa opened her eyes first and smiled. She slept well, and she felt Clarke getting closer and closer while sleeping. They almost slept in their last night's outfit, but Lexa finally borrowed Clarke's sweatpants and sweatshirt. She could have took one from her room, of course, but the idea of having the blonde's clothes made her feel really happy.

She was lost in her thoughts, enjoying Clarke's body behind her. Lexa has always been the little spoon with everyone she slept with. She noticed the blonde's thigh between hers, against her nether region. Clarke was still asleep, but she moved a little and her firm thigh pressing on her. She repressed a moan, her heart pumping fast in her chest. It was feeling more than good. She never felt like that since a long time – actually, over than a year, since her last girlfriend. Costia. But she didn't wanted to think about her right now, all she could think about was a sleeping Clarke who has no idea she's getting her sleeping buddy turned on. Lexa was trying not to move and it was really hard not to. Her mind was filled with naughty thoughts.

Clarke was sleeping well in her back. Since they kissed most of the night, she was exhausted and not even close to wake up. Lexa, on the other hand, had been awake for more than an hour and she was trying to calm her mind. She wanted more, right now, but Clarke told her she wanted things to go slow between them. And Lexa's body didn't.

The blonde moved again, making Lexa gasps as her thighs rubbed her again. She could not stay in this position longer. Her little gasp got to Clarke's ears and she slowly opened her eyes. Lexa's skin was burning. "Hey." She whispered, leaning to kiss the girl's cheek. She blushed.

"Clarke, your leg is…" She started, unable to finish her sentence. The blonde frowned, unable to understand what she was meaning by that. Then she figured it out when she leaned again and heard her moan – the sexiest moan Clarke ever heard.

"Oh, Lexa I…" She blushed. A part of her wanted to apologize about her thigh's location, but another wanted to let it here. It didn't took too long before Clarke felt aroused by this situation. She knew she was an active sleeper, always turning around and all, but she never thought that it would led Lexa and her in a position like this. She felt Lexa move against her thighs and Clarke was sure she was beyond horny – but she wanted to respect what the blonde asked the night before.

She wrapped her hands around Lexa's waist and slowly kissed her neck. She felt the brunette shivering and she smiled. "Would you mind if I don't move?" She felt Lexa shaking her head negatively. "Would you mind if I..." She moved her thigh between the girl's legs and she felt her arched her back and moan again. "… do that?" This little game was making Clarke so wet. She couldn't even remember when the last time someone made her feel that way.

"Clarke." She felt Lexa move against her leg again, but kept doing it slowly but firmly. She gasped and grabbed Clarke's arm, digging her nails into her skin.

Lexa was overwhelmed with the pleasure Clarke was giving to her and she wanted more. "Just... keep doing it." She asked and her voice was filled with desperation. Clarke's thigh between her legs felt better than every time she gave pleasure to herself alone. She felt the blonde's kisses in her neck and she opened her mouth. This was literally driving her crazy.

Their bodies were moving under the sheets and Lexa was out of breath. She buried her face into the pillow to cover the sound of her moans. She knew she was getting close to come, because her legs were like cooked spaghettis. Her nails were still digging into Clarke's skin and they got deeper, scratching slowly. Lexa stopped moving while the blonde kept humping her, moving faster against the brunette's body.

"Oh my God." She felt it coming from miles away. She moaned louder and then grunt, pushing Clarke away from between her thighs. Her whole body contracted and she huffed. "Shit." She put a hand on her crotch and felt her cheeks turning red. She moaned again, trying to recover from the pleasure she was still feeling. After a few minutes, when she got down from the seventh heaven, she turned her body and looked at Clarke.

Clarke noticed the brunette was blushing and avoiding her eyes. "Are you ok, Lexa?" She put a hand on her hip, caressing it over her clothes. She wanted to look reassuring.

"Uh, yes, it's just I..." She was still looking away. Clarke took her face between her hands and made a little smile. Lexa took a deep breath and seemed to gain confidence. "I wetted your sweatpants."

"I figured out it would have happened sooner or later..." Clarke huffed and Lexa looked at her and shook her head.

"No I... I didn't mean that… I squirted. In your sweatpants."

"Oh." And Clarke smiled again. "I didn't expect that."

"Well, it doesn't always happen, but it can be inconvenient sometimes." Lexa replied, still looking shy.

"But it makes me know I'm doing well. Right?"

Lexa huffed. "Yeah. It does."

Clarke wanted to know how wet Lexa was, so she looked down and put a hand close to her sweatpants. She slowly slipped it to the brunette's crotch and she was surprised. She really had squirt a lot. Everything was wet between her legs and Clarke noticed her own pajama pants were too. "That's... actually really, really hot… I like that."