When they were finished in the kitchen they moved to the bathroom to take a shower, which naturally ended with them fucking in the shower, afterwards they moved through just about every other room. Clarke and Lexa had defaced pretty much every flat surface of the apartment, nothing was safe. It would take them some time to look at the fridge again without flushing.
During their adventure the blonde found out that Lexa wasn't always as submissive as she had been when they first fucked. What they had done could mostly only be described as fucking because while they did have feelings for each other they were driven by pure animalistic lust. There was one time at the beginning when they had taken the time to explore each other's bodies, finding ticklish or especially sensitive spots that would make the other scream.
All in all, one could say that they had a productive day with too many orgasm to count.
They were lying between the couch and the coffee table with Lexa still breathing heavily from their last round, Clarke's head resting on her shoulder. She was wondering how things would go on from there, now that they had fucked each other's brains out and told their friends. They were both extremely busy people. Clarke being a doctor with long shifts at the hospital with very few days off that weren't spent sleeping and Lexa being a partner at an exclusive law firm, also an extreme workaholic.
How would they manage? She opened her mouth to voice her concerns instead only a loud sigh came out which prompted Clarke to look up at her. "What is it?"
"Nothing, just thinking." She shrugged.
"Uh huh, sure you are. I can practically feel the worry seeping out of you. Stop worrying, everything will be just fine." Lexa wasn't even surprised that Clarke knew exactly what was going on. "I'll get us somethings to drink. I can't remember the last time we drank something."
Clarke lifted her body off of Lexa's but not before pulling a blanket from the couch to wrap around her naked body. Not able to resist her beautifully naked girlfriend Lexa gave her a quick slap on the ass which made her yelp out in surprise and a little pain.
"God, I'm sore. Why did you do that to me?" Clarke groaned loudly. She had thought she'd been sore the other day, obviously she was wrong. Very wrong.
"If I remember correctly you were begging me to do it to you. Also, I'm certain you enjoyed it, I can still feel the marks on my back sting. Are you sure you aren't a werewolf or something? I swear you drew blood." Lexa rubbed the place between her shoulder blades to soothe the sting a bit.
When Clarke returned with two bottles of water in her hands she let herself fall down onto the couch. Lexa stayed where she was, too tired to move another muscle.
"You coming up?" the blonde said from above, the smile audible in her voice.
"No, I can't move."
"I thought you go to the gym regularly."
Lexa lifted her upper body but not without loud groans. "What are you saying, Clarke?"
Clarke lifted her hand to pat her cheek, "Nothing. It's just kind of ironic that you go to the gym all the time and aren't able to move while I'm just sore but don't do any kind of exercise. Well, no traditional exercises." Lexa could only grumble. As if to prove Clarke wrong she got up and plopped down next to her.
"That's not fair. My part is more strenuous than yours."
"Excuse me?" she exclaimed surprised and a little insulted. In her opinion neither of them did more work than the other.
"Oh come on! You just lay there while I do all the work."
"Lexa, if you say one more word I swear I won't have sex with you for months to come." That shut her up because they both knew that Clarke didn't do empty threats. Most of the times she wouldn't be so kind to give her girlfriend a warning but she felt generous.
"Sorry Clarke" Lexa said silently.
"Next time use your brain before you answer and not your dick. Now come closer, I want to rest my head on your shoulder."
The brunette obliged without any protest because she was too tired to argue and because she wanted to have sex with Clarke in the near future.
"Do you have work tomorrow?"
"No, but my mom's coming over before her shift." She liked having her mom over for brunch, it reminded her of the time before her dad had died. They used to do it even when Clarke was in college. "You should stay and eat with us."
"I wouldn't want to intrude. It's your thing." She mumbled into Clarke's hair. Lexa's eyes were starting to droop despite her best efforts to stay awake.
Everything was silent and Clarke thought about what her girlfriend had said. She was right, it was a thing between her mother and her but she had never felt comfortable enough with any of her past dates to invite but Lexa was different. Lexa was one of her best friends, she already knew her mother and she wouldn't just kick her out the morning after their sex marathon.
"You wouldn't be, I'm sure mom would be fine with you being there. She actually really likes you which is more than I can say for any of my past boyfriend or girlfriends."
"Only if you're sure, if not you can still kick me out before she comes."
There was no response. Clarke was already fast asleep against her shoulder. Even though, Lexa was more than ready to sleep herself, she knew she had to wake Clarke again to get her to bed. Normally she would have just carried her but her whole body felt like overcooked noodles.
"Babe, get up. I can't carry you."
"Mhhm" Clarke mumbled.
"Clarke, you can't sleep on the couch again." It was always hard to wake Clarke up and tonight was obviously no different. If not even harder.
Despite her brain telling her that it wouldn't be a good idea to lift Clarke and her muscles practically screaming at her not to do it, Lexa did it anyway. Her muscles were burning from the effort and she was sure that she would regret it in the morning but she'd rather have sore muscles in the morning than Clarke having a stiff neck.
The short walk into the bedroom felt like a marathon, every single step agony. If it had been anyone else than Clarke she would have left them on the couch but Clarke was different. Clarke was always the most reasonable of her friends, making sure that everybody was alright and happy, not once thinking about herself.
That's why Lexa had made it a mission early in her friendship to take care of Clarke, no matter what.
She could see the bed from where she was standing, resting for a moment before continuing the excruciating walk. When Lexa looked down she saw Clarke smaking her lips together, not knowing what was happening while she slept peacefully in Lexa's arms.
Finally Lexa had arrived her destination, her arms were shaking like crazy and she nearly let Clarke fall down onto the bed. Not that it would have made a difference, Clarke wouldn't have woken up. Luckily the only thing Clarke was wearing was the blanket she had wrapped around herself earlier, so she didn't have to take off any clothes.
Lexa let herself fall down next to the sleeping blonde and swiped some sweat off her forehead. All she wanted do to was, sleep for at least 24 hours and then have some more sex with Clarke but she knew that they couldn't do that. Abby would probably come around 11.30 and before that they have to clean the kitchen. They hadn't bothered to clean up after and Raven, Anya and Octavia didn't get any real cleaning done, not that she was surprised. Lexa's mental to do list was getting longer by the second so she just set an alarm for ten which should get them enough time to prepare.
It would also give them enough time to get some much needed rest, the clock only read ten pm and twelve hours of sleep should do just fine.
With that in mind Lexa pulled Clarke into her and peacefully fell asleep.
Clarke opened her eyes when it was barely light out. She could feel Lexa lying behind her, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Taking a deep breath in the only thing Clarke could smell was Lexa. That woodsy scent that lingered on the brunette's skin always made her feel comfortable and safe.
Now that Clarke was awake she knew she couldn't go back to sleep again but she didn't know what to do and Clarke easily got bored. Usually she would just draw when she was bored but her sketchbook was on the coffee table and Clarke didn't want to get up, also she didn't want to wake Lexa next to her.
When she thought about the previous night she realized that she couldn't remember getting into the bed. The last things she remembers was asking Lexa to stay for the brunch with her mother. Nothing after that. Lexa had probably carried her to bed. Turning around slowly to look at Lexa, Clarke saw that for once, Lexa seemed to sleep calmly.
The first time they fell asleep together Clarke had been woken up by Lexa thrashing and crying out next to her. Clarke didn't know what do to so she reflexively shook Lexa until she woke up. As soon as Lexa was awake she jumped up and sprinted into the bathroom. The sobs could be heard through the whole apartment.
Clarke was happy that the nightmares weren't as bad anymore and that Lexa usually talked to her about them. As far as she knew she was the only one Lexa talked to regarding her nightmares and she couldn't help but feel special because of it. The brunette was a very private and reserved person and to have her open up was an incredibly rare thing.
Not able to lay there any longer. Clarke slowly lifted Lexa's arm to slip out underneath. It wasn't as hard as she'd expected but she probably looked ridiculous getting out of the bed. They both had slept naked so when she looked at Lexa she could see her in her full glory.
Her hair was a beautiful mess of brown curls, for once not in a ponytail to conceal the purple bruise on her slender neck. Lexa's stomach was toned but not too toned to look gross, everything on her was toned, her arms, her thighs, her calves, just everything. And of course there was Lexa's dick.
Clarke had slept with enough people to know that not many people were equipped like Lexa. It was something that has never been a problem between the two of them, Lexa had been upfront about it as soon as they had planned their first sleep over with the girls. She didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable but to Lexa's obvious surprise, and relief, they hadn't even blinked at her admission.
Raven, Clarke and Octavia were all pretty used to having members of the LGBTQIA+ community in their inner circle. After all, Clarke herself was bisexual, Raven has had relationships with whomever she wanted regardless of sex or sexuality, only Octavia labeled herself as straight but said that she would gladly try to sleep with a woman if the opportunity arose. Of course Lexa didn't need to tell Anya because they have known each other for ages.
At the memory of the night all those months ago Clarke had to smile. Their friendship was still so fresh and Lexa so unsure around them. It was a stark contrast to their interactions now.
Clarke had been staring so long and was so deep in thought that she couldn't remember why she got up in the first place but when the first sunrays shone directly onto Lexa she remembered again. She silently made her way into the living room, ignoring the scattered cushions and blankets, the disarranged couch and armchair.
Quickly grabbing the well-worn book she made her way back to the goddess laying in her bed.
Before she settled down against the pole of her four-poster bed to draw Clarke pulled on some sweats and a shirt that were on the ground and didn't smell too worn. Then she began to draw.
Clarke hadn't noticed but soon enough the sun was high in the sky and Lexa awake and watching her.
"How long have you been awake?" Lexa's voice was raspy when she spoke after a while.
Startled Clarke looked up. She had been sitting there longer than she thought, Clarke could feel it in her back when she put the leather covered book on the floor. "To be honest, I didn't check."
"Of course you didn't."
"You were too pretty not to draw. I would have drawn you if it was four in the morning."
"Of course you would have. Come here" Lexa beckoned with her finger.
Clarke crawled on all fours toward Lexa on the other side of the bed. "What now?"
"I wish you a proper good morning but you'll have to come down because I can't move my arms."
"Why can't you move your arms? " Clarke asked before she leaned down, concern obvious on her face.
"Well, you see, there was this beautiful blonde asleep next to me and I just had to have her in my bed, naked. So I carried her."
"Mhh, I see. But this isn't your bed." Clarke leaned down a little further with every word she said until her lips were only a hairsbreadth away.
"Technically not, but I don't care if it's her bed or my bed, as long as she is next to me."
"Naked?"
"Preferably but clothed will do just fine."
Not being able to take it any longer, Lexa surged up to connect their lips. It was a sweet kiss, nothing too passionate but still conveying their desire to be as close to the other as possible. Their nose touched for a short moment before they simultaneously pulled back.
"Thank you, for carrying me back here." Clarke gave Lexa a brief peck before lying down next to her.
"Sure thing, princess."
"How are your arms?"
"A little sore but otherwise fine." To prove that she was fine Lexa pulled Clarke on top of her. "See? Totally fine."
"If you say so."
"Why aren't you naked?" Lexa asked out of nowhere.
"I thought you didn't have a problem with me not being naked." She smirked.
"I also said that I would prefer it if you were. Why aren't you?"
Clarke seemed to ponder for a moment before answering. "Well, there was this incident yesterday with my girlfriend and she told me that she did all the work when we're having sex and that's simply not true. So there's that but mainly it's because I was cold and my girlfriend hogged the duvet."
"Sounds like a terrible girlfriend, you should dump her." Lexa said with the most serious expression she could muster.
"Nah, she's pretty sweet most of the time."
They lay there in silence until Lexa's alarm rang at ten. Sometimes they would kiss or gently caress each other's skin. That part was mostly Clarke because Lexa was still naked while she was clothed. The clothes wouldn't have hindered her that much but her arms really were fucking sore so instead Lexa enjoyed the feeling of her girlfriend's gentle touches on her skin.
"I don't want to get up yet." Lexa whined into Clarke's neck.
"And you call me princess?" Clarke wondered out loud, "you can stay here while I shower but after that I'm afraid you'll have to get up."
"What if I want to shower with you?"
"You could come with me but no funny business."
"Why not? It would be so much more fun." Lexa whined again.
"Babe, I can only speak for myself but I'm not sure I can do it again, right now. Aren't you exhausted?" She knew the answer to that because Lexa hadn't ripped off her clothes or pinned her to the bed yet. Instead Lexa hadn't done anything more than to kiss her and touch her ass briefly. She hadn't even grabbed her boobs and Clarke had just learned the day before how much Lexa loved her boobs.
"Maybe you're right." The brunette answered dejectedly. "This is so weird. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen is lying on my chest and I don't even have a boner."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Ms. Woods."
"Truth must be told, Clarke. And I am a very truthful person."
"Seriously, though. Don't feel too bad about it. If I didn't know any better, which I do, I'd say you broke me down there." Clarke said with a placating smile, because she didn't fault Lexa one bit for not being able to perform.
"Are you saying that to make me feel better or to make me feel worse?"
"Oh, definitely better. I haven't been fucked that good and thoroughly in… I don't think I've ever been fucked that good." Lexa was speechless, she had been told that she was good in bed but that was more than a compliment to her. For Lexa their compatibility in bed, or wherever they decided to do it, just proved what they felt for each other.
Before she could open her mouth to say something Clarke said, "Before you say anything stupid, like last night, I'll just go ahead and take a quick shower."
True to her word Clarke reemerged ten minutes later, the sweat and other bodily fluids washed off her skin. She felt refreshed and ready for the day, even though the ache between her legs remained. It wasn't very comfortable but she loved how it reminded her of yesterday.
"What do you think I should wear?" Clarke asked with her head already inside of her closest.
"Wear whatever you're comfortable in. It's your mother not the president of the United States."
"Thank you so very much, Lex. Seriously, what do I wear? It feels like it should be something appropriate for the occasion but not too formal."
"And what occasion would that be?" Lexa was genuinely confused, as far as she knew today was just another day. Maybe she had missed something like Abby's birthday, but surely Clarke would have told her in advance of their brunch.
"Introducing my girlfriend to my mother, of course."
She didn't know what to say, again. Clarke seemed to enjoy to leave her speechless.
"I mean you already know her but that's as my friend and today would be the perfect opportunity with you already here. And I know we said to keep this to ourselves but you already told Raven, Anya and Octavia and if those three know, than Bell, Lincoln, Monty, Jasper know as well. So basically everyone but my mom." Clarke finished her rant, suddenly a little bit afraid.
Lexa seemed to sense her fear and rose to stand beside Clarke in front of the closet. "Calm down, everything is fine. I don't think anyone will have a problem with us being together and even if they do have a problem, our relationship is none of their business."
"Okay." Her smile wasn't very convincing but at least Clarke tried.
"Now just choose a pair of jeans and a shirt or button up and everything will be fine. I'm going to shower."
After Lexa's shower they started to clean the apartment. There was more to clean that the imagined and by the time they finally finished it was already 11.25 which left them with barely enough time to start with the food.
As always Clarke did most of the actual cooking while Lexa either observed or handed her different utensils she needed. Within 10 minutes they, Clarke, had whipped up an omelet for them each, some strips of cooked bacon and avocado toast.
The only thing that was missing was Abby. It wasn't unusual for her to be late, a trait Clarke seemed to have picked up from her. Just like her mother the blonde was late almost every time they met. Half an hour later there was still no sign of Abby, Clarke had tried to reach her through texts and had even called once or twice but they never heard from her.
They were about to start to eat when there was a knock on the front door. "I'll get it. You can get the omelets out of the oven and place them on the plates."
"Will do, your Highness." Lexa bowed exaggerated and gave Clarke a quick slap on the ass. Which earned her a playful glare.
Clarke opened the door and was greeted by her mother, who looked like she'd run a marathon. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I had to deal with something at home and suddenly it was 11.30 and I was still at home and you know how I am outside of the OR."
Ushering her mother inside Clarke smiled, "It will always be a mystery how someone can be as meticulous as you are yet so confused. Before you ask, I invited Lexa. She's in the kitchen right now."
For a moment Abby seemed surprised but that was soon replaced with a knowing smirk. "Then let's not keep her waiting."
"Good morning, Lexa. How are you?" Abby asked when they entered the kitchen. The food was already on the plates, there were glasses of orange juice next to the plates.
"It looks and smells delicious, Clarke. I'm glad one of us can cook." Abby knew that Lexa was much like her pretty hopeless in the kitchen. On one occasion the older woman had managed to almost set fire to their house while trying to make some toast. After that she had been banned to make anything that involved heat.
"Let's sit so we can eat. I'm starving." Much to Lexa's embarrassment her stomach decided that it would be appropriate to growl loudly.
"Yeah, let's, before Rexa over there starts to eat us instead of the food."
"Clarke! I told you that in confidence."
"What, can you blame me? That growl could have been used as a sound effect for Jurassic World. It's not my fault you were this nerdy preschooler with an unhealthy obsession with dinosaurs and told me about it."
"Girls, how about we just eat something instead of bickering like two five-year-olds?"
"Yes, Abby."
They sat down and enjoyed their meals, conversations flowing smoothly until Clarke couldn't stand it anymore.
"Mom, Lexa's here for a reason."
"Okay…"
"You know, we've….we just...Lexa and I… we are…" Maybe it was a little more difficult than Clarke had expected. She wished that Lexa would jump in and inform her mother of their changed relationship status but obviously wouldn't happen.
"Clarke, honey. It's okay, I know that you are dating."
Lexa and Clarke breathed out a sigh of relief. "But how do you know?" Lexa asked suspiciously.
"Call it motherly intuition." Clarke however wasn't buying it. Her mother never had anything even close to motherly intuition. It has always been Jake who knew what was going on with Clarke just by taking a look at her.
"Bullshit. Someone told you. I'm guessing it was Raven" She shot her mother a look, challenging her to keep the charade up. Abby relented easily.
"Okay, it was Raven. She called me after I woke up and told me. That girl is a handful, I'm telling you. Anyway, she told me about you two and then she ranted for a good half an hour how she'd lost a bet to Bellamy."
Lexa couldn't help it but be amused by the whole situation. It all sounded very Raven, from calling Abby to betting on their love life with Bell.
"She also told me how you told them and I must say, I'm very disappointed in you, Lexa. I though you would treat my daughter with the respect she deserves."
If she could have seen herself Lexa was sure that she would have made an excellent impersonation of a tomato. She would kill Raven the next time she saw her and Anya right along with her. Why did they make it their life's mission to embarrass her?
"I'm kidding but I never want to hear anything about your sex life again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Lexa answered sheepishly. Now it was Clarke's turn to be amused, the way her girlfriend squirmed under her mother's gaze was so unlike the usually stoic lawyer.
"And should you ever hurt her, I'll just remind you that I'm a surgeon."
As fun as it was, Clarke couldn't just stand by and watch while her mother threatened her girlfriend. "Mom, I think that's enough."
"Just trying to protect you, honey."
"I don't need you protection, but thank you. So now that that is settled we can go back to the more important things in life, food."
"How nice of you, Clarke." Clarke just shrugged and took a bite of her toast.
Author's note:
This was supposed to be up yesterday but things happened so here it is.
Sorry if there are any inconsistencies because of the sexathon.
I know I've said it on ao3 but I just wanted to let you know that if there's a particular scene you want to read about just comment and I'll see what I can do.