Clarke woke up at eleven the next morning, and Lexa was still passed out next to her. She smiled fondly at the younger girl. She hadn't wanted her to get too drunk the night before, and she was certain that Lexa would've been far less out of it had she not taken the jello shot that she did. Frowning, the blonde carefully pulled away from Lexa and got out of bed. Her head was perfectly clear, but she knew that Lexa's wouldn't be. Aside from the fact that she drank a lot, her body was definitely not used to drinking that much.
She padded quietly into her kitchen to get a glass of water and an aspirin. Back in her bedroom, she set the drink and the pill on her nightstand, next to where Lexa was sleeping, and then made her way back around to the other side of the bed. Sliding back under the covers, she wrapped her arms around the brunette and tugged her closer so that she was spooning her. Satisfied, Clarke let her eyes flicker closed again and she did her best to fall back asleep.
She was just beginning to doze off when Lexa started to stir. She let out a pained groan, and Clarke immediately released her hold and let the brunette turn over onto her back. "Oh my god, I feel like shit."
"Can't say that I'm surprised," Clarke admitted, her left hand moving to brush some hair out of Lexa's face. "I got you water and some aspirin." She nodded to the nightstand, and Lexa turned her head to glance at it.
Exhaling in relief, Lexa murmured, "Thanks. I'll have to take a second to work up the energy to sit up and get it."
"Oh come on, Lexa, sit up," Clarke insisted, reaching over the brunette to grab the water and pill. Lexa grudgingly forced herself into a sitting position and took both items from the blonde, gratefully swallowing the pill with a big gulp of water and then slowly sipping up the rest.
"Thank you," she said afterward, setting the glass down again and sighing, falling back into Clarke's pillows. "Can I just stay here forever?"
Clarke smiled, propping herself up on her arm and looking at the brunette curiously. "Did you have fun last night?"
"Yep," Lexa answered, smiling. "I just wish my head would stop hurting."
"You shouldn't have taken that jello shot."
Lexa hummed indifferently. "Oh well."
"Have you ever been that drunk before?"
"Yeah," Lexa answered, and Clarke furrowed her eyebrows in slight concern. "I got drunk with Luna sometime over the summer. I blacked out for about ten minutes and then slept in her car. It was interesting."
Clarke nodded. "Sounds not fun. Um... can I ask you a question?" Lexa nodded, looking at Clarke with confusion written over her face. "Before we came here, when we were still at the lake, you got kinda distant and it seemed like something was bothering you. And last night before I fell asleep, I remembered that you said a lot of things were bothering you this week, but we only talked about your mom. Was there more stuff that you wanted to talk about? Or that you need to talk about?"
Lexa's expression froze for a moment, as if she was debating whether or not to respond, but then she released a long sigh. "Yeah. Something else has been bothering me."
"What is it?" Clarke asked carefully, wondering if she should be worried.
"I've just been... I mean, it's kind of bothering me that I don't know that... ah... I don't really know how we're defining this," Lexa started, her voice very quiet. "I mean, what's going on between us. Are we just dating? Are we exclusive? Are we labeling this as something? It's just... it's just been on my mind lately."
"You know you could've asked me about that at any time, right?" Clarke asked softly, and Lexa sighed.
"That's originally one of the reasons I wanted to see you on Friday night, aside from the fact that I just wanted to see you anyway. But my mom happened and then we were both exhausted so... I just forgot about it until last night again," Lexa admitted, snuggling into Clarke's blanket a little. "I just... am scared that I'd be taking this more seriously than you. And it's not that I don't think you're taking it seriously, it's just that I'm scared that I'd be too clingy and you'd think I was weird or something."
Clarke frowned. "You're crazy, Lexa. You haven't come off as clingy to me at all," she promised. "You don't have anything like that to worry about."
Lexa turned her head fully now, meeting Clarke's gaze head on. "So... we're..."
"Whatever you want us to be, babe," Clarke answered, quiet and sincere. "I felt like we were exclusive from the minute that we kissed, but maybe that was just me."
"Well," Lexa said, "I definitely haven't kissed anyone else, so I guess it wasn't just you."
Clarke smiled softly. "So I guess there's only one question then."
"What's that?" Lexa asked, furrowing her eyebrows a little expectantly.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Clarke asked, her voice quiet. "Officially and exclusively?" Lexa flushed, and Clarke chuckled. "You could've brought this up to me when it started bothering you earlier in the week, and I would've asked you the same thing."
"Yes, I do want to be your girlfriend," Lexa murmured, still blushing as she turned onto her side so that half of her face was hiding in Clarke's pillow. "I guess I was just worried that you might not... want to label it, or something."
"Still worried about that?" Clarke asked playfully, and Lexa shook her head, a smile growing on her face. "Well good." Suddenly, the blonde's phone dinged from the second nightstand, and Clarke turned over to grab it curiously.
"Who is it?" Lexa wondered.
"No one," Clarke answered, her eyebrows lifting in surprise as she read the notification, "someone just bought one of my paintings. I guess I'm gonna have to go buy a box for it so I can ship it out tomorrow."
Lexa sat up a little, grinning. "Looks like you owe me a dinner, then."
"You know," Clarke started, smiling as well, "I can't really say that I'm mad at that."
It was well past noon when Lexa pushed open her front door, already prepared to make a break for her room. Before she could take two steps into the house, however, her mother stepped in from the kitchen with her arms crossed. "Lexa."
"Mother."
"I thought you were in your room this morning, but I went up and realized you weren't, and I don't remember you being home much yesterday either after you spent the night with Anya. Care to explain? Did you spend the night at Anya's again?" the older woman demanded.
Lexa shook her head. "No. I was at Luna's yesterday, and then she and Anya and I went to this party thing with Lincoln. You remember Lincoln, don't you? It went kind of late, but I was home by midnight. I didn't see you around when I got home. I left early this morning, because Anya and I had plans to do homework this morning."
The lies were rolling off of her tongue so easily that it almost terrified her how good she'd gotten at this. "Alright," her mom said, sounding skeptical. She coughed awkwardly. "I meant to ask... what do you want for your birthday?"
Lexa frowned. A year ago, she and her mom were on far better terms, and just like every year, her mother had splurged a bit to get her present. The year before had been her biggest present – her Mercedes. For some reason, it hadn't crossed her mind that her mom might want to still get her a present this year. "I don't need anything." She felt guilty all of the sudden again, despite what Clarke had reassured her of on Friday night. Her mother was just trying to be a good parent, getting too caught up in certain aspects, and all Lexa did was take from her and lie to her.
"Oh come on, you're a teenager," her mom said, chuckling, "there has to be something you want."
For you to love me for who I am, if I were to tell you who that is.
She didn't say that, and she didn't want to. She didn't want to say anything like that before she was eighteen. She didn't want to chance her relationship with Clarke.
"I don't know, mom, I don't really want anything," Lexa lied again. "I have homework, though, so I should probably go upstairs."
"Wait, didn't you just say you were at Anya's doing homework?"
Lexa nearly cursed out loud as she realized her error. "Oh yeah, but that was the homework for the classes that Anya and I have together. I have some more that I need to finish before tomorrow."
"Maybe you should've done it yesterday instead of partying all day," her mother stated smugly.
Lexa shrugged. "Yeah well, I didn't. See you later." She quickly started up the stairs and made it to her bedroom. She closed and locked the door behind her, and then dropped her phone on the end of her bed and collapsed into the blankets.
Her first thought was to shower, but she'd already done that at Clarke's apartment. Being naked at such a close proximity to Clarke had been slightly unnerving, actually, and Lexa had forced herself to keep from touching herself in Clarke's shower. She'd used Clarke's shampoo as well, and now as she laid in her own bed, she could still smell Clarke's familiar smell.
A week and six days. That was how long it was until her birthday. Just under two weeks. Thirteen days. The thought brought a smile to her face, but even though she knew that it was a short amount of time, it felt too long.
Clarke was her girlfriend, and she was sure that the next time she saw the blonde, she would have trouble keeping her hands off of her. Clarke was like a magnet, and Lexa couldn't stay away. Not that she wanted to.
She thought back to her shower in Clarke's bathroom and moaned involuntarily. Before she realized what she was doing, her shirt and bra had been tugged off of her clean body, leaving her in just the shorts she'd been wearing the previous night as well as her underwear. Her eyes flickering closed, she dragged the pads of her fingertips down from her collarbone, between her breasts, and down to the center of her stomach. Sighing at the feeling, she forced her right hand to continue down into her underwear, and her left hand found her left breast, squeezing it lightly and then teasing her nipple.
As her fingers slid through her folds, Lexa wondered if she should be able to wait the thirteen days. She was almost positive that she and Clarke would not take long after Lexa turned eighteen to have sex. But it felt like far too far away, and Lexa had been aroused by the blonde every time she'd seen her since the very first time. Granted, the first time had been just after she'd made out with Finn...
She pushed that thought out of her head before it could linger, and she pressed her fingers against her clit suddenly, drawing a gasp from herself. As she touched herself, she conjured up the best image she could of what Clarke might look like with her clothes completely stripped away. It wasn't incredibly hard to imagine, since she'd nearly seen all of her chest the day before when she'd been wearing that damn bikini.
Moaning, Lexa finally pushed two fingers into herself as her hips rocked impatiently back and forth and her left continued to touch her breasts. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, and blonde hair, blue eyes, and bare, pale skin flashed through her mind. She did her best to imagine that Clarke was there on top of her, her hand between Lexa's legs instead of her own. "Fuck," she moaned out, driving herself up and up until she finally reached her orgasm, letting out a throaty moan and relaxing into her blankets. Her body was covered in a light layer of sweat, and her hand and thighs were far from dry. It seemed that another shower was in order.
She gingerly pulled her hand out from between her legs, looking at her wetness and exhaling slowly.
Her phone beeped suddenly from the end of her bed, and Lexa sat up slowly, dropping her hand onto her lap and ignoring the fact that she was making herself more of a mess. She reached for her phone with her left hand and saw a text from Anya.
From Anya – U home? Just saw your mom leave, but I know that u didn't drive last night so I'm assuming that your car here doesn't mean you're here necessarily. I'm outside, nevertheless.
"Fuck," Lexa cursed, jumping up and rushing to her bathroom to take the fastest shower humanly possible. As soon as she was done, and fully clothed in fresh clothing, she texted Anya back.
To Anya – Yea, I'm in my room, was about to do laundry. Come on in.
She took her blanket off of her bed, wondering why she'd been dumb enough to masturbate over her blankets rather than under. If her sheets were dirty, at least she could just pull her blanket up and wash them later.
Her door knob jiggled a moment later, and then there was a knock on the door. "Uh, your door is locked."
"Shit," Lexa muttered, dropping her blanket on the floor and going over to the door. She unlocked it and let Anya in. "Hey, sorry. I locked it to keep my mom out. You said she left?"
"Yeah, I don't know. I saw her driving off when I was pulling up," Anya answered.
"Well good, because I told her that I was with you all morning, so she probably would've thought it was weird that you were coming over right after I came home from your place," Lexa muttered, shaking her head and going to her bed to continue stripping it. She may as well wash it all.
Anya coughed awkwardly. "Ah, why did you lie to her?"
"She thought I was out all night again, and she was all antsy because I told her that I slept over at your place on Friday night as well," Lexa admitted, cringing a little as she said it. "And I didn't want her to go on a rant about me needing to come home at night, so I told her that I did come home and that I left early to go to your place."
"Alright," Anya said slowly, nodding. "So... you were with Clarke, then, really? I kind of assumed that you were on Friday, since Luna said that your mom said you were with me when you weren't. But last night too...?"
"Ah, yeah."
"You were drunk," Anya stated. "Well, we all were. You didn't..."
"Sleep with Clarke while I was drunk?" Lexa asked, frowning. "No, I didn't. Clarke didn't drink as much as I did, and she'd never take advantage of me like that."
"I didn't think she would, I was just checking. Um, she seemed nice, by the way. From what I remember. I kind of... don't remember the end of the night. Who took me home?"
"Bellamy gave lots of people rides home in shifts," Lexa answered. "He took me and Clarke back to her place first. I didn't want to go home drunk... with my luck, my mom would've still been awake waiting for me and she would've been so pissed. Plus, I like Clarke's place."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Her bed is really comfortable," Lexa answered, sitting on her bare mattress and studying Anya for a moment. She wanted to tell her best friend that she and Clarke were official now, with a label and everything, but how did she bring that up in the conversation? "Um... speaking of Clarke..." She trailed off, and Anya raised an expectant eyebrow. "Um, we're like... official now, just so you know. Like... she's my girlfriend."
"Well it's about time, isn't it? Haven't you guys been seeing each other for weeks now?" Anya asked, smiling and making her way over to the bed, sitting next to Lexa. "You know that you don't need to be scared of talking to me, right? Sometimes it hard for me to absorb new information – and get used to this person you've grown into. The real you, or maybe just the more fully fledged you. And by the way, I like this version of you. You're happier. And I saw you last night with Clarke. She makes you happy."
Lexa smiled as well, glancing down at the floor for lack of a better place to look while Anya's eyes were on her. "She does make me happy."
"Well, good," Anya whispered. "So, that's something I wanted to tell you. Luna wanted to throw a birthday party for you on your birthday, but I convinced her to do it the day before, on Friday."
Lexa looked to Anya with confusion written on her face.
"So if you want us all gone by midnight, when you're officially eighteen, I'll pitch that to Luna as well. Luna says that her parents will be gone that night, so we can have the party there. And... you're not really supposed to know about it, so don't say anything. I just wanted to let you know. She's making me talk to Lincoln to get Clarke and her friends' numbers, so they can come. Is that okay with you?" Anya asked carefully.
Lexa felt a smile spread over her face as she nodded. "Yes. And I don't know about the midnight thing. I don't know if Clarke and I would be that... um, abrupt. We can wait until Saturday night, probably. Plus, if Luna's planning the party, there's gonna be alcohol, and I don't want my first time with Clarke to be while we're drunk."
Anya laughed. "Okay, fair enough. I just wanted to check. But remember, it's supposed to be a surprise." Lexa nodded in understanding. "Are you excited? Less than two weeks now. You'll finally be an adult and you'll be able to brag to me for two months about how cool you are for being a whole number older than me."
Lexa grinned, laughing. "Yes, I'm very excited for that of all things." She bit down on her lower lip, stifling her next laugh. "And for ah... yeah, the other things."
"You're horny as fuck, you know?" Anya asked, grinning evilly. "I totally walked all the way upstairs before I texted you, and I heard you in here."
Lexa's entire face flushed red. "What! Anya!"
"What? How was I supposed to know that you'd be doing the dirty with yourself in the exact moment that I came over?" Anya demanded, though she was still grinning. "It's fine, Lexa. We all do that."
"Ugh," Lexa groaned, covering her face with her hands. "I hate you."
"No, you love me," Anya insisted, chuckling. "Come on, wanna go get some lunch?"