Lexa woke up slowly on Saturday morning, and the first thing she realized was that her face was nestled against a mix of skin and clothing. Her eyes shot open in surprise, and it took her only a moment to remember the previous night, and then she relaxed. That was until she realized that her face was basically cuddled into Clarke's cleavage, at which point she felt her entire face get warm. She gently pulled backwards, only to hear Clarke groan and tighten the grip she had around the brunette.
Lexa chuckled quietly, scooting upwards a little and kissing the corner of Clarke's lips. The blonde murmured something unintelligible, and Lexa sighed contently at this feeling she had from waking up next to Clarke. It was warm and fuzzy, and just happy. She wanted to stay tangled up with the blonde in bed for as long as possible, so she rested her head against Clarke's chest again, very aware of how close to her cleavage she was, and let her eyes flicker closed again.
When she awoke again later, it must've been about an hour later, and it was far less warm than the first time. It took her only a handful of seconds of adjusting her position to realize that Clarke wasn't in the bed anymore. She still hadn't opened her eyes when she registered the sound of talking from the direction of Clarke's bathroom.
"Yeah, I'll probably go for a couple hours before that thing tonight," Clarke's voice was saying. "What time does that start again?"
Lexa didn't hear the response, and as she finally started becoming more aware, she realized that that was because Clarke was on the phone. Groaning, she lifted her hands and wiped her eyes, before finally opening them to face the bright light of the morning.
"I didn't wake up that late," Lexa heard Clarke argue, "and there's no reason."
Lexa smiled a little, sitting up and glancing over to the door to Clarke's bathroom, which was slightly ajar. She assessed her surroundings, and realized that her phone was on the floor next to her, probably having fallen sometime during her sleep. She reached down and grabbed it, checking the time. It was nearly noon, but she was hardly surprised, considering how rested she felt.
Sleeping next to Clarke was definitely the best way to sleep.
"Yeah, I'll be there in like an hour or something," Clarke said. "Yep. See you then. Bye, Bell." Just as Clarke ended her phone call, the bathroom door opened and the blonde stepped out into her bedroom. "Oh, you're awake."
"Mm," Lexa hummed sleepily. "Your bed is really comfy."
"So you've said," Clarke said with a light laugh. "So you slept okay?"
"Yes," Lexa confirmed, smiling at the blonde. "I slept perfectly. I woke up earlier, at I don't know what time, cuddled into your cleavage, though." She felt her face flush as she admitted it, and Clarke laughed.
"Well, was it comfortable at least?"
"Mmhmm," Lexa hummed, glancing back down at her phone just as it vibrated.
From Luna – Where U at? Ur mom said u r at Anya's, but An said she hasn't seen u since school yesterday?
Lexa groaned, looking up from her phone as Clarke sat back on her bed next to the brunette. "People texting you trying to steal you away?"
"Something like that," Lexa agreed, shrugging. "It's Luna. Anya told her on Thursday that we got invited to the party thing tonight, and she freaked out about how fun it's going to be and how she wants to hang out beforehand so that we can help her pick an outfit."
Clarke laughed. "She sounds like fun."
"Sure, but I'd rather just stay here," Lexa mumbled, pulling Clarke's blanket up a bit as she shivered.
"Well I'll be heading to the warehouse soon," Clarke said softly, "because Bell is going to help me start listing some of my art on etsy."
"Oh, that's cool. I guess that means I have to leave?"
Laughing again, Clarke answered, "I don't think there's much for you to do here while I'm not here."
"That's true," Lexa agreed, "though you do have a comfy bed and a TV right in front of it, so I'm sure if I tried hard enough, I could occupy myself just fine." She smiled widely at the blonde. "But I'll leave. I'll stop by The Bean on my way home so I can get some food and coffee."
"Okay," Clarke said softly. "Feel free to use the bathroom before you go."
"Thanks!"
"Ah, and she finally shows her face!" Bellamy teased, smiling at Clarke as she entered his room of the warehouse. Blue eyes rolled at his tone, and he laughed. "Guess you were tired last night?"
"Yep."
"That all?"
Clarke scoffed. "Why are you so insistent that there's something else?"
"Because you usually wake up at a reasonable time, and if you hadn't and I'd called you to wake you up, you would've sounded grateful that I didn't let you sleep in. Instead, you were hostile as fuck, which means that you didn't want to get up," Bellamy deducted, raising his eyebrows. "Which leads me to believe that there was something else – someone else, specifically – in your bed with you."
"Ugh, you're the worst friend ever," Clarke accused, though she didn't mean it and she knew that Bellamy knew that. "Lexa slept over at my place."
"Figured," Bellamy said, nodding, "but I thought she hadn't been to your place yet?"
"No, I... didn't take her out to a restaurant last Saturday. I wanted our date to be a little more simple, so we had pizza at my place. Last night she came over to hang out for a little while, and we were both tired, so I said she could sleep there. It wasn't a huge deal," Clarke explained, shrugging. "I slept really fucking well, though."
"Hence why you weren't up early?"
Clarke hummed. "I guess. So. Etsy?"
"Yeah! So while I was waiting for you, I stole Raven's fancy camera and went into your art room and took a nice photo of any piece of art I could grab without messing up your room or anything. They just finished uploading onto my computer, so you can go through and tell me which ones you want to sell, and then we can make your etsy profile and start listing them," Bellamy explained, turning his chair to look back at his computer. Clarke got closer, nodding.
"Sounds easy enough."
It was a couple hours of picking, listing, and pricing later that they were finally finished, and Clarke felt a strong sense of excitement at the realization that she'd just listed her artwork for sale. She then downloaded the etsy app onto her phone so that she could get any notifications from there, and felt suddenly very accomplished.
She couldn't imagine how she would feel if anyone actually bought her work.
At that point, most of her friends had arrived at the warehouse, so she made her way into Octavia's room. She found the brunette sprawled across the plush rug spread on her floor, sipping a bear and doing something or another with her phone. "You should really get a chair or something in here."
Octavia glanced up at the blonde. "Oh yeah, I think I'm gonna drag one of those bean bag chairs into here."
"So why didn't you do that before you fell onto your floor?" Clarke teased, turning around and stepping back into the entrance of the building and grabbing one of the bean bags. She brought it back to Octavia, who was grinning.
"Thanks!" her friend said brightly, moving to sit on it. "You hyped for the party tonight? I asked Murphy, and there's only supposed to be around thirty people there tops. But there's gonna be tons of alcohol, so we can get wasted as fuck!"
"I'm not sure about how wasted I'm going to get."
"Oh come on, C!" Octavia whined. "I get it – you're all responsible and stuff now, but don't you ever wanna go back to your party phase?"
"Not really. Plus, Lexa is going to be there."
Octavia tilted her head. "Did you invite her?"
"Well, yeah," Clarke answered, "but turns out that her friend Anya's brother invited them both, and another of their friends, before I did."
"Are any of them eighteen?" Octavia wondered, and Clarke shook her head. "Well then I hope the cops don't suddenly show up."
"Why would they? They never show up at normal bonfires, and if they're going to have eyes anywhere, it'll be campus. So much crazy shit goes down at those frat parties," Clarke stated, leaning against the wall.
"You'd know," Octavia commented, and Clarke scoffed, but didn't say anything about it. "Well, I thought we could all carpool to avoid the whole drinking and driving hazard, so if you wanna be our sober driver..."
"I didn't say I'm going to stay completely sober," Clarke argued, frowning.
Octavia huffed. "Okay, well we don't have anyone else who's going to stay sober."
"I will," Bellamy called from his room.
"Bell, you are always our sober driver." Clarke glanced out the door, across the entrance and into Bellamy's room.
"And that's because I don't enjoy drinking very much," he called back, "so don't worry about it."
"Thanks, bro, you and your minivan is the best!" Octavia shouted, grinning. "I still think it's weird that he bought a minivan. Anyway, like I was saying, I figured we could all carpool there from here, unless any of us need to go back and change first, in which case we can do rounds to pick everyone up, I guess."
"I think he bought a minivan because you've been forcing him to drive us all around for years," Clarke stated. "But that works for me. I will have to go home and change, though."
"Alright. But I'm more concerned about whether or not Finn is going to carpool with us. Because the party starts in a couple of hours, and he just walked in half an hour ago with a girl."
Clarke rolled her eyes. "Well, if the girl leaves before we do, then we'll ask him. If not, he can stay here until he's ready to join the rest of us."
Octavia raised an eyebrow. "You're not going to go enforce your no significant others rule?" Clarke narrowed her eyes.
"I don't think that I can enforce that anymore without being a hypocrite," Clarke reminded her friend.
"True."
"I'll see you later, I'm gonna paint a little and then head home and get ready for tonight," Clarke said, pushing herself off of the wall and starting out of her friend's room.
"I'll be expecting to hear music blasting from your art studio to block out the sound of Finn and that girl in his room!" Octavia called after her, and Clarke cringed at the thought.
She didn't end up staying at the warehouse for very long, though, and after a while she was back at her apartment. She couldn't help but feel lonely when she got there, since just a few hours ago, Lexa had been curled up in her bed, sound asleep. It had been a heartwarming thing to wake up to. Lexa looked incredibly peaceful, and Clarke had hated having to get out of bed and leave her there alone. Though, it had surprised her how quickly the brunette had woken up after she'd left the bed.
Shaking Lexa from her thoughts, Clarke went straight to her closet and began stripping off her clothing. She scanned over the options she had of what to wear. She grabbed her phone from where it had just fallen with her pants onto the floor and checked the weather. It was hot out right now, which she knew, and it was apparently supposed to stay warm for the rest of the evening. The weather in Polis was always weird in the fall, alternating from burning hot to shiver inducing.
To Octavia and Raven – Are you guys wearing bikinis?
From Raven – Hell yea. Bringing clothes tho just in case it gets cold. U know this BS weather. But it's our last chance to tan b4 it's sweater weather. I'm gonna look white AF if I don't wear a bikini and get some last minute sun.
From Octavia – What she said. I asked Miller and he said that we won't be the only ones.
Clarke tossed her phone onto her bed and reached into her closet, grabbing for her black bikini and some shorts, as well as a long sleeved, black shirt, just in case it did get cold. She slid the bikini bottom on and then tied on the top, carrying her shorts and shirt into her bathroom before putting them on.
She looked over herself. She hadn't worn a bikini in a while, considering the summer classes she'd been taking and the fact that there weren't many college aged bonfires over the summer. Her friends had dragged her out to go swimming in the lake a few times., but what Clarke couldn't figure out was why she felt so self conscious, thinking about wearing a bikini.
It took all of three seconds for her to figure it out. It was Lexa – she felt shy in front of Lexa. As she let herself admit it, a red blush spread up to her cheeks, and she shook her head in frustration and slid on her shorts. For now, she also pulled on the long sleeved shirt.
It was six when Bellamy texted that he was outside in the car. Clarke checked that she had her phone and her ID – in case by some strange occurrence she would need it – and then locked up her apartment and headed down. When she got to the car, the back door popped open, and she found herself squishing into the very back of the car, next to Raven and Octavia. Jasper and Monty were in the middle seats, and Finn was in the passenger seat next to Bellamy.
"Why are you wearing a shirt?" Raven whined as Clarke buckled her seat belt.
"I'm wearing my bikini under the shirt, chill," Clarke insisted, rolling her eyes.
"You're gonna take it off before we get out at the lake, right?" Raven asked. "I feel like we're going to be the only ones in bikinis, and it'll be weird. There is power in numbers."
"Sure, Rae," Clarke agreed, rolling her eyes.
"Plus," Octavia said with a grin, "don't you wanna show off your great boobs to Lexa?"
"Wait," Jasper said suddenly, apparently having been listening despite the conversation he'd been having with Monty a moment earlier, "Lexa as in teenager Lexa?"
"Yeah," Raven said for her, "apparently Clarke's been dating a seventeen year old."
"Yeah, so what?" Clarke snapped, daring one of them to say anything against it.
"So nothing," Octavia answered in a rush. "Lexa's great, if you're going to date any seventeen year old, she's probably the best one. Now everyone lay off Clarke, I was just kidding about the boobs thing."
"Wait," Finn called from the front of the car, "Lexa's going to be there?"
"Her friend's brother invited her," Clarke called in response. "His name's Lincoln, I guess Miller invited him."
"Oh, I've met him," Monty said, nodding. "He's cool."
"Oh, is he that super hot guy who's in your bio class, Monty?" Octavia asked, a grin spreading across her face as the guy nodded in response. "Damn. I wonder if he'd be interested in me. Do you think? He's so hot."
"Oh god, here we go," Bellamy muttered, and Clarke rolled her eyes. They were almost to the lake, Clarke realized, as she zoned out from the conversation that had just turned to how hot Lincoln was. When the car was finally parked in the little parking lot up about a minute's walk from the lake, Clarke was the first person rushing them all to get out. She had to wait for Jasper and Monty to climb out before she could, and then she let out a breath of relief.
It was kind of weird being there when there weren't hundreds of people around, but it felt somehow cooler this way. Clarke peeled off her shirt, tossing it into the middle seats of the car in case she needed it later, and then began following her friends down to the water.
There were three beer kegs – and Clarke wasn't sure how Murphy thought they'd drink all of that – as well as a few bags sitting next to them that were probably carrying even more alcohol. There weren't a ton of people around yet, but she saw Miller and his boyfriend Bryan setting up a speaker off near the edge of the forest. Murphy, Harper and a few people whom Clarke had never met were all standing around the beer kegs, talking and laughing about something.
"The highlight of the party has arrived!" Octavia shouted as they walked down to the group.
"Hey guys!" Harper greeted, grinning.
"Damn, Griffin, I can't remember the last time I saw you in a bikini," Murphy said, his eyes widening.
"If you wanna keep your manhood, Murphy, I'd get your eyes off of my boobs," Clarke snapped.
Bellamy smirked. "Clarke's still mad at you from the party two weekends ago."
"I still don't even know what I did wrong," Murphy admitted, frowning, and Clarke just rolled her eyes and shook her head. She didn't want to get into this again.
"Anyway," Harper interrupted, rolling her eyes, "how have you all been?"
Conversation started up around Clarke, and she glanced away from the group and over at Miller and Bryan, who were headed back toward them just as music began to play from the speaker. "Hey, Clarke!" Miller greeted.
"Hey Miller, hey Bryan. How are you guys?" she asked. She'd never been the best of friends with Miller, but he'd been there for her more than once during her darker times a few years prior.
"We're good," Miller said, smiling. "How about you? Happy to be two months from graduating?"
"Oh yeah," Clarke answered, nodding profusely. "So done with college. I just want to paint, sell my art, and live my goddamn life."
"Hey guys!" someone suddenly called, causing Clarke and everyone else to glance over to where another group of people were walking up. Clarke recognized them vaguely as Lincoln and some of his friends. She remembered that they were some of the college kids that Lexa had been with during the party she'd been at as well, but she didn't recall any of their names.
Lincoln met her gaze suddenly, and Clarke could feel him summing her up. Clarke flushed, remembering that Lexa had said that he was like a brother to her, and she suddenly felt shy. That was not something she enjoyed feeling, however, so she quickly did her best to steel herself from it and turn around to make introductions like the rest of her friends were doing.
She caught some of their names – Quint, Echo and Nyko. "Hey guys," Murphy said to all of them, "just a quick reminder that if you drink and you're under twenty-one, you better lie if you get caught and say that you brought your own damn drinks."
Echo laughed, and Clarke assumed that she must be nineteen or twenty.
"Hey, Clarke," Octavia called suddenly, and the blonde looked over to meet her gaze only to see her wiggling her eyebrows and nodding toward the treeline next to the parking lot. Clarke glanced in the direction and saw Lexa and two other girls that she recognized as Anya and Luna breaking through the treeline, saying something or another to each other.
"Why are you nervous?" Luna demanded as Anya drove them to the lake.
"I'm not!" Lexa denied.
Luna rolled her eyes. "You're bouncing your knee like if you stop we might blow up! So what the fuck?"
"It's just weird," Lexa insisted, "that we're going to a party that Clarke is going to be at, and it isn't some big thing where we won't even see her. You guys will probably actually meet her."
"So?" Anya asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Shouldn't we get to meet her?"
"I mean, yeah sure," Lexa answered, biting on her lower lip, "but I'm just nervous about it. Plus, Lincoln's going to be there, as well as all of Clarke's friends, including Finn."
"Didn't you say that Clarke is scary? If Finn tries to say anything to you, wouldn't she just beat him up?" Anya asked.
"She's not scary!" Lexa exclaimed. "And Finn definitely isn't scared of her."
"Chill out, Lexa," Luna insisted. "It will be fine."
"I guess I'm just nervous that you guys won't like her," Lexa said quietly, glancing out the window and letting out a sigh as she realized that they were pulling into the parking lot. She was sure that there wasn't really anything to be nervous about, but thus far, the part of her life involving Clarke had remained entirely separate from the rest of her life. On one hand, she was glad that the two pieces were coming together, but it was terrifying all the same.
Luna had come in a bikini, saying that Echo was wearing a bikini and that a lot of girls were. Lexa and Anya were both wearing shorts and tank tops instead, and though Luna hadn't been surprised, she'd tutted at them as if she was somehow better for wearing less clothes.
Lexa was starting to get used to the strange in between that she had developed regarding her friends, and how she identified herself. She wasn't the same girl as she was months earlier, but she wasn't some brand new person either. Conversations with Luna, like the one about their clothing choices, usually made her realize that.
"Wait," Luna started saying as they got out of Anya's car, "Anya, which guy from the last party we were at is your brother?"
"The bald one," Anya answered.
"Wait, for real?" Luna asked, jaw dropping. "He's fucking hot."
"You think everyone in college is hot," Lexa chided. They were breaking through the treeline now.
"They are," Luna justified. "Do you think we'll all go through a super hot phase in college, too?"
"Oh my god, that's a lot of beer," Anya said, and Lexa finally looked forward, down in the direction that they were walking. There was music playing from a speaker closer to the trees, and there were indeed three beer kegs sitting around the group of people. There were about twenty total, including the three of them. It didn't seem like anyone was drinking yet, which Luna commented on as they made their way closer.
Lexa's gaze suddenly caught a blue one, though, and she felt her face light up as she realized that Clarke was looking at her.
"Oh hey guys," Lincoln was saying suddenly, drawing Lexa's gaze away. He then glanced at the five or six people standing around him who's conversation had halted upon their arrival. "Guys, this is my sister Anya, and her friends Luna and Lexa."
"Oh, we've met Lexa," Raven commented, smirking as Clarke crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
"Surprisingly, I think I've met her as well," one guy – who Lexa immediately recognized as the guy who had been trying to flirt with her at the last party she'd gone to – said.
Clarke scoffed. "Shut the fuck up, Murphy," she snapped.
"What! I didn't say anything bad!"
Bellamy laughed. "I think even looking at Lexa will be enough of reason for Clarke to murder you, dude. I told you, she's still mad at you about before."
"Whatever," Murphy said quickly, shaking his head. "How about we open a keg?" He flashed Clarke a glare and then turned around, and Luna grabbed Anya and pulled her toward the keg as a few other people followed him.
As the people dispersed, Lexa realized suddenly that Clarke was wearing a bikini, and her mouth went dry and she was sure that her eyes widened as their gaze fell on her chest. She immediately snapped her eyes up though, and saw Clarke smirking at her. "Hello to you, too," she teased, and Lexa flushed, taking a step closer to the blonde.
"Hey," she said, "how was listing all of your art?"
"Went well," Clarke answered, nodding. "I feel strangely adult because of it."
"Newsflash, you are an adult," Lexa reminded her, laughing and raising an eyebrow.
"Wow thanks, I had no idea." Clarke did her best to scoff, but she ended up smiling anyway. "It's highly possible that none of it will sell, though."
"Oh shut up," Lexa chided, "I bet you'll sell at least one thing within the week."
"What do you wanna bet?" Clarke asked, stepping a little closer and smirking as she lifted an eyebrow suggestively.
"Loser has to buy dinner for the other?" Lexa suggested.
"Mm. That's vanilla, but sure," Clarke agreed. "Now, I think I need some beer."
They made their way over to the keg and each filled a red solo cup with beer, and just as they were done, they were bombarded by Anya and Luna. Lexa groaned inwardly as they appeared in front of them. "Hi!" Luna said to Clarke. "I'm Luna, this is Anya."
"Hey," Clarke returned, glancing in between them with surprise, and then looking to Lexa, who probably looked like she wanted to drop dead. "Nice to meet you guys."
"You too," Luna said. "Sorry, Anya was muttering about how she still hadn't gotten to speak to you. She's still half convinced that you're evil."
"I never said that," Anya said in a rush, and Clarke raised an amused eyebrow at her. "Ugh, nice to meet you. We're gonna, ah, go." Anya grabbed Luna and tugged her away quickly.
"I'm sorry about them," Lexa said, taking a long drink from her cup.
Clarke laughed and shook her head. "It's fine. My friends have been far worse about you, so you really don't need to apologize."
Clarke and Lexa stayed together for a good portion of the beginning of the party, and Lexa found herself feeling a bit shy around her friends. However, they ended up actually being very nice to her, and found herself relaxing a lot around them. She actually found that she got along pretty well with both Octavia and Raven, and Bellamy seemed really nice as well.
At some point, Lexa felt herself getting tipsy – a feeling she hadn't had since the summer – and she excused herself from the group to get some air. Luna bombarded her as she was walking. "Where you going?"
"No where," Lexa answered, "just needed a breather. I think I drank a little too much."
"It's a party, that's what you're supposed to do," Luna insisted. "Anyway. How are things with your girlfriend? She's really hot – have I mentioned that before?"
"Yes," Lexa said, laughing, "and you're not wrong. Ugh she's so hot."
"Why do you sound so mad about that?" Luna asked, laughing. "Aw, wait, I remember this from the summer. You're such a horny drunk. Wishing that you and your girlfriend were willing to break the law?"
Lexa rolled her eyes. "She's not my girlfriend... I mean... I don't think... but I mean, I'd like her to be."
"Wait, you guys still haven't talked about that?" Luna asked, her eyebrows knitting together. "Oh come on, there's no way that you guys aren't exclusive. You better get on that, Lex."
"Is there any water anywhere?"
"Not that I know of. I mean, unless you wanna drink lake water, but I'm pretty sure that there are a lot of reasons that you shouldn't do that," Luna answered, laughing. "Looks like you're going to have to push through the tipsiness, Lexa. I'm going to go find where Echo went. See ya."
As Luna walked off, someone else was suddenly approaching Lexa. She turned and saw that it was Clarke. "You okay?" Clarke asked, seeming mildly concerned.
"Yeah," Lexa answered, stepping closer to her and wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck. "I'm just a little bit tipsy."
"Oh really?"
"Mmhmm, and you're really hot," Lexa answered, nodding and letting her gaze fall down to Clarke's cleavage for a moment.
Clarke laughed. "Well thank you." Lexa leaned forward, grabbing Clarke's lips with her own in a needy kiss. Lexa hummed contently into it, and Clarke pulled away a little. "I don't think you need anymore to drink," she teased.
"Can't I kiss you if I want to?" Lexa murmured against the blonde's lips.
"Of course," Clarke answered, breathy and taken aback. Lexa kissed her again, her tongue pushing through Clarke's lips forcefully. She felt more than heard Clarke moan, and suddenly the roles were reversed, and Clarke was in control of the kiss. Lexa stumbled backwards a little, but Clarke was holding her waist firmly as they got lost in each other.
Obnoxious whistling was what broke them out of the moment, and their kiss broke as Clarke glanced over at where Murphy and Harper – as Lexa had learned was one of the girl's names – were looking at them with smirks on their faces. Clarke lifted her middle finger at them. "Fuck off, pervs," she snapped, grabbing Lexa's hand and pulling her back toward the party. Lexa bit on her lower lip, aware that her cheeks were flushed. "If you couldn't tell," Clarke said to Lexa, "Murphy is a fucking asshole. I'm gonna get another drink."
"You're not driving, right?"
"No, Bellamy is," Clarke answered, and Lexa realized that her hand was still wrapped up in the blonde's. It made her feel warm inside, though that was perhaps the alcohol in her system. "Are you driving?"
"Anya is," Lexa answered, glancing over to where Luna and Anya were talking to a few people nearer to the speaker that was still blaring music. What she found was not what she was expecting, because Anya and Luna were both definitely drunk, and Lexa was sure that if Lincoln were next to them, he'd have forced Anya to leave by now. Lexa recalled the reasoning that Anya had for getting drunk the first time she went to a party, and briefly wondered if there was some motive like that this time as well. She would ask her best friend later. "Or... not. I'll figure something out."
"What a trustworthy sober driver you have," Clarke teased, stopping by the beer keg and going to fill up a new cup. The keg dripped a few drops into it, but then gave out. "How the fuck did we empty one of these things? Someone here is going to die tomorrow."
Lexa giggled, and Clarke gave her a funny look as she started getting some beer from the second keg. "Aren't you cold?" Lexa heard herself ask.
"Not after that kiss, babe," Clarke answered, winking at the brunette as she took a sip of her beer. "Actually, now that you mention it, it is starting to get kinda chilly. I have a shirt in Bellamy's car if it gets any colder."
"Clarke!" a voice called, and Lexa turned around to see a drunk Octavia and Raven stumbling over to them. Octavia was the one who'd spoken. "Hey! Are you guys drunk yet?"
"No, O," Clarke answered, raising an eyebrow at them.
"We took some shots," Raven explained. "Harper brought jello shots. They're so good. Did you have any?"
"No," Clarke said, looking amused now. "I think you guys have had enough to drink, though."
"Just because you wanna be boring and not drink doesn't mean that we can't get wasted," Octavia insisted, laughing. "We don't get drunk often enough. Don't worry, we're gonna be safe and we'll even let you say 'I told you so' tomorrow. C'mon, Rae, I think Murphy and Harper are gonna get out more shots!" The two of them stumbled off again, and Lexa laughed.
"Wow."
"Yeah, wow," Clarke agreed. "To be honest, the frat party on campus is probably ten times worse than anything we're doing here."
"Really?" Lexa asked, tilting her head.
"Mmhmm. Polis U frat boys are idiot. Finn was one for his first two years of college," Clarke explained, "and well, I went to a lot of frat parties when I was eighteen and nineteen. Bad times, wouldn't recommend. C'mon, let's go make sure our friends aren't dying."
It could've been hours, or mere minutes, later that they left. Lexa had let herself get talked into taking a jello shot by Luna, and her already tipsy self had been persuaded all too easily. Clarke had been going up to Bellamy's car to get her shirt when it happened, and when she got back, Lexa was pretty sure that she saw the blonde snapping at Murphy, Harper and Echo – who were with Luna and Anya and had the jello shots. But Clarke said nothing of it to Lexa.
She'd also started drinking beer again even though she knew that she shouldn't really have anymore.
Though she didn't necessarily forget anything, the alcohol and the noise and the darkness caused the rest of the night after that to be somewhat of a blur. She remembered that Lincoln and Quint lit a fire, and a bunch of them sat around it and laughed and told bullshit stories and drank. Lexa zoned out for most of it, leaning against the blonde instead and nearly falling asleep. When she sat up to talk to Anya, who had nudged her, she looked at Clarke and realized that in the darkness, with the glow of the fire on her, she was absolutely stunning.
Clarke was definitely the center of her attention for the rest of the night, and as it started to get later, she started to worry that maybe she was being clingy. She got the same sense of dread and worry that she'd had earlier in the week – was she indeed too clingy? What exactly was the relationship between her and Clarke? Did Clarke want her as much as Lexa wanted the blonde?
When those thoughts starts swirling, she excused herself from the circle around the fire and went back over to the beer kegs. Instead of getting another drink, though, she threw her cup into the garbage bag sitting on the ground and sat on the keg, looking out at the lake. Her vision was swirling a little.
Suddenly, two arms wrapped protectively around her. "Hey, wanna go home?"
"No," she mumbled in response to Clarke's question.
"Wanna go to my home then?" She turned and looked at the blonde, smiling and nodding. Clarke smiled in return, standing up straight and offering a hand to the brunette. Lexa took it thankfully. "Bell's gonna take everyone home in shifts, because as it seems, you drunk teenagers don't have a sober driver anymore."
Lexa laughed lightly.
"Bellamy's taking us first shift," the blonde said softly, squeezing Lexa's hand as if she could tell that something was bothering her. She didn't ask, however, so Lexa didn't say anything about it.
Lexa recalled getting into Bellamy's car, in the middle seat next to Clarke, and him driving them through the dark town and stopping in front of Clarke's apartment. She heard Clarke thank him as she pulled Lexa out of the car with her.
As they made their way into her apartment after a walk upstairs, Clarke asked her, "Are you tired?"
"Mmhmm."
"Okay, get into bed then. I'll be there in a minute."
Lexa didn't hesitate, walking into Clarke's room and sliding off of her shoes, dropping her phone onto the floor and then crawling into the comfortable bed. Once under the blankets, her head on Clarke's pillow, she fell right to sleep.