Chapter 4

Clarke inhaled; smiling as the smell of pancakes filled her nose. Though Octavia's cooking was limited at times, she always knew how to make the best hangover foods. Clarke rolled over to stretch out- refusing to open her eyes and accept the duties of the day- only to find her arm landing on a body. The body groaned as she struck her, it was a girl. Clarke began to panic. It was not Octavia as someone had to be making the food, and it was definitely not Raven or she would have been thrown off the bed for waking her. Clarke's breath caught in her chest when she saw the brown curls that draped over her cover. It was Lexa. Lexa was in her bed. Clarke gently lifted the covers and peaked beneath them, her pupils dilating as she took in Lexa's beautiful tan skin and black lace underwear. A moan escaped her mouth and loudly filled the air between them, a slight smile tugging at Lexa's mouth as she did. "Are you done admiring me?"

Clarke immediately dropped the sheets and sat up; her face burning as Lexa opened her eyes setting them firmly upon the blonde. "H, how long have you been awake for?"

Lexa chuckled lightly and sat up next to Clarke; pulling the sheets up to cove her. "A while, Octavia has been fighting a losing battle with your pan by the sounds of things."

Clarke shook her head, a grin appearing on her face. "She somehow has this belief when making pancakes that she can flip them... Yet years later her pan eye coordination is still non existent... and she is yet to give up."

Clarke suddenly wondered, if Lexa wasn't clothed, what was she wearing? She lifted the cover only slightly then peaked underneath, unintentionally gasping when she saw she too, was only in her underwear.

Lexa took note of this, laughing to herself. "You decided at roughly three am that you were too hot and proceeded to remove your clothing whilst singing 'it's getting hot in here'."

Clarke cringed, really wishing Lexa would have simply left the second part out. "I'm sorry."

Lexa's brow furrowed as she watched Clarke turn a darker shade of red. "Don't be, I did not mind the sight."

She quickly hopped out of the bed grabbing her clothing and using it to cover her almost bare body. "We should get dressed, Octavia will be in soon to wake us up if we don't make an appearance soon."

Clarke went to enter the bathroom but was stopped by the girl clearing her throat. "May I trouble you for some clothes? I think I had a collision with my vodka last night." The brunette gestured to the pile of crumpled clothing by the bed.

"Sure." Clarke turned and opened her draw immediately skimming past the underwear; they were not that close yet, and she felt that chances are Lexa would mock her days of the week panties.

Lexa sat taking in Clarke from behind, biting her lip as her eyes scaled down her bare back then along her hips to her perfect ass. "Saturday huh?"

Following Lexa's eye line Clarke quickly concluded she was staring at her bum; soon realizing she had a pair of the unfortunate panties in question on. "Fuck." She muttered to herself, hoping to die and be buried in underwear that Lexa at least wouldn't laugh at. "Don't mock me, I'm not that much of a dork I swear."

Lexa shook her head. "That's not why I'm laughing." She hopped of the bed and made her way up behind Clarke, trailing a finger tip over the letters across the girls bum. "It's Friday Clarke, meaning you wore your Saturday knickers on a Thursday."

Clarke shuddered at Lexa's touch. This was definitely flirting. "Are you into girls?" Clarke pressed her eyes shut tightly, as soon as the words had left her mouth. Why had she said that? She braced herself waiting to be shot down or laughed at but instead the girl let her hand fall from Clarke's panties and trail down the outside of her thigh.

"I'm gay Clarke." Lexa presumed the blonde had little memory of last night from the question. "And you are bi right?"

Clarke turned quickly, breath haltering in her chest as her nose touched Lexa's; forgetting how close she was. "Who told you that?" Her voice was panicked; she had no memory of the previous night and worry was setting in.

"Don't worry, Anya told me. I think her and Octavia were conspiring to get us together."

Clarke exhaled. Thank God; her secret was as safe as she wanted it to be. Lexa's face remained apprehensive though, making Clarke's stomach knot. "What is it you are leaving out Lexa?"

Lexa paused, contemplating whether or not to tell the girl; finally deciding that she may as well as it would only be someone else who did if she did not, and they may be less considerate about the matter. "You may have declared your feelings for me in front of the entire team."

The blonde's jaw dropped. "Feelings for you. Pfft," She muttered nervously after a minute of contemplating the scene.

Lexa seemed slightly hurt by this. "You declared that you wished to kiss me... A lot. Then there was talk of admiring my tattoos and I even believe body shots were mentioned."

Clarke felt her knees buckle as she slumped against the draws for support, Lexa bracing her as she did. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Lexa narrowed her eyes. "They will not judge you Clarke. The girls on the team are lovely people."

Clarke pressed her palm to her temple. "Did we... Y'know..."

Lexa followed Clarke's eye line to the bed and quickly shook her head. "No, I wold not take advantage of you like that. I mean yes we shared a bed- I was rather drunk myself- but I was sober enough to know acting upon any feelings in that moment would have been wrong."

Clarke sighed with relief, immediately regretting it as she saw a pang of hurt in the brunettes face. "Don't be hurt. I just meant I would like to remember that kind of thing."

Lexa nodded and grasped the clothing from her hands. "I should get dressed."

Clarke nodded, then pulled out fresh clothes for herself; opting against the days of the week underwear for a sexy black lace number that Lexa's eyes lingered upon for slightly too long. "I am by the way," Lexa looked perplexed. "bisexual that is." Clarke grabbed her clothes and ran off to the bathroom before the staring became too intense.

Lexa had not meant to gawk but the confirmation of this in Clarke's sober state was something she was holding her breath for. Once Clarke left she quickly did a happy dance before getting her emotions in check. She needed to focus on getting dressed and eating. God, food sounded so good. Her stomach began to grumble at the thought of eating the syrup... Eating Clarke's syrup... Eating Clarke's syrup off her naked body. Lexa quickly shook her head to dismiss the images that flooded to her mind.

Clarke got out the shower and quickly threw on her clothes. She had no classes today so that escape plan wouldn't fly. It wasn't that she wished to flee from Lexa as such... more that she could not stand the sexual tension that sat between them for any longer without mounting the girl. Clarke let her hair down and rearranged it in the mirror before turning to head into the kitchen. Lexa was sat alone with Octavia, both of their mouths stuffed with pancakes as they laughed over something. Oh God. What had she told her? Clarke normally felt safe in he comfort of Octavia, but she knew fully well if Octavia thought she was aiding the match making process by telling Lexa of how Clarke peed herself on a school field trip to the museum; she would do it.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Clarke pulled up a bar stool and poked at her pancakes with her fork, the nausea of the hangover setting in as she stared at the food before her.

"I was just telling Lexa of that field trip we took."

Clarke squeezed her eyes shut and slid her pancakes around the plate. She would have to have a serious conversation about this with her later. "Great." She mumbled bitterly; slamming her fork into the pile.

"I thought it was cute." Lexa grinned.

Clarke looked up to Octavia who was nodding whilst Lexa looked away mouthing. "I told you so, it always works."

Clarke let a smile slip from her lips over the fact Lexa had called her cute, then piled the pancakes into her mouth. "So what have you guys got planned for today?" Octavia's tone was high and suggestive, her brow's wiggling until Clarke firmly punted her toes into the girls shin; causing her to wince and stop.

Lexa watched to two exchange glares and decided to breach the air; knowing she was missing out on something. "I don't actually have any plans for today. My class was canceled and Anya is an ass when she's hungover."

Octavia grinned. "I know the type." She nodded towards Clarke who mocked and extremely hurt face then hit her shoulder, giggling.

"Oh fuck off. I'm an absolute delight." She beamed at Lexa.

"Oh lies Griffin. Absolute LIES." Octavia wandered to the sink throwing her plate in.

Clarke's face suddenly turned serious and Lexa gawked at her. "Oh fuck no Clarke!" Octavia ran to her side putting an arm over her shoulder.

"Whats wrong?" Lexa threw Clarke's other arm over her shoulder but Clarke tried to push her away.

"She's gonna throw up. Clarke I told you not to drink that much, you know you can't handle it the next day!"

Clarke groaned and tried to push Lexa away. "Wait out here. You cant, see me, like this."

Lexa shook her head taking all Clarke's weight from Octavia, moving her to rest her head over the toilet, stepping behind the girl and holding her back hair while Clarke threw up. "Trust me, I've seen worse."

Clarke threw her head into the toilet as she heaved. "Ew gross!" Octavia watched on in horror.

"Hey, I've got this Octavia. If you can just get her some water." Lexa gently rubbed Clarke's back, shushing her as she held her tightly, Clarke's body convulsing in her embrace. "It'll be okay." She whispered, tears falling down Clarke's cheeks as the nausea took over her entirely.

Octavia returned with the cup placing it by the toilet. "Clarke I have that lecture this morning, I can skip it if you're too ill though?"

Clarke groaned and spoke between retches. "No, you can't miss another lecture, you're, already behind."

Clarke wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet, leaning into Lexa's embrace; too ill to feel embarrassed. "Hey it's cool I've got this until your done." Lexa looked to Octavia who then looked down to her best friend, searching for a confirmation that this was okay. Clarke nodded and Octavia tried to suppress the 'awhhhh' that she was feeling watching the two cuddle on the bathroom floor.

"You don't have to do that." Clarke mumbled dismissively. "I'll be okay on my own."

Lexa smoothed a tendril of blonde hair behind the girls ear. "It's fine. I want to."