Lexa's eyes flickered open at what felt like early morning, and realized that light was peeking into the room through the slightly open curtains on the window across the room. Her body began to shift positions, but she froze as she felt an arm tighten around her.

The previous night suddenly came back to mind like a flood through a broken damn, and Lexa felt redness rush to her cheeks. Closing her eyes and focusing on her proximity to Clarke, she found that she could feel the blondes bare breasts pressed against her back. Their bodies were entirely flush together, and Lexa let out a pleased sigh.

When she opened her eyes again, she realized that she'd fallen asleep with makeup still on her face, and she groaned inwardly. Though she didn't want to leave the bed, she figured that if she got up while Clarke was still asleep, she might be able to get back into bed before the blonde woke up. So she carefully maneuvered her way out of Clarke's hold, and then got off the bed, padding across the room and into the bathroom once she was free.

She didn't even look at her smudged makeup before beginning to wipe it away with water and her hands. After a moment of trying and failing to wipe it all away this way, she opened the cabinet under the skin and found makeup wipes. Assuming that Clarke wouldn't mind if she took one, she grabbed one out of the pack and then stood back up and looked into the mirror at her terribly messy face and began to wipe it clean.

Then, she rinsed out her mouth as well as she could, stealing a bit of Clarke's toothpaste.

Once she felt clean enough, she quickly went to the bathroom, washed her hands, and then sneaked back out into the bedroom. Clarke had rolled over onto her back, but her eyes were still firmly shut. Lexa went around back to the side of the bed she'd slept on, and slid back under the covers. It still felt weird to her that she was entirely naked, as was Clarke, but at the same time, it was strangely comfortable to be exposed like this.

Lexa's heart rate increased as she turned onto her side, facing her girlfriend and just watching her for a moment. Her first instinct was to just stare and ponder how the hell she was dating someone so incredible, but her second instinct was much more primal, as it dawned on her that Clarke was still entirely naked as well. She scooted forward a little, and leaned up, placing a soft kiss on the corner of Clarke's lips. The blonde murmured something, turning over again and forcing Lexa to quickly scoot out of her way, else Clarke would've ended up entirely on top of her.

"Clarke," Lexa whispered, extending her arm under the blanket and pressing her hand on Clarke's midsection.

"Mm?" the blonde hummed, her eyelids fluttering a moment before finally opening. Clarke's eyes went slightly wide for a second, as if she was remembering where they were and what had happened the night before. "Good morning."

"Morning," Lexa returned, biting back a wide smile.

"You already got up."

Lexa nodded. "We didn't even wash our faces before going to bed."

"I'll be right back then," Clarke murmured, pushing the blankets off of herself and rolling over before standing up from the bed. Lexa's mouth went dry as she got a full view of Clarke's bare back and ass. She made her way to the bathroom, and Lexa watched shamelessly. Just before she disappeared into the smaller room, Clarke glanced over her shoulder and sent Lexa a knowing wink.

The door closed, and Lexa sighed happily, pulling the blankets up around her and inhaling deeply. By now, Clarke's bed was easily her favorite place. It smelled like Clarke, for one, but as Lexa laid there, she realized that it also smelled like her. At least, it did now after the night before.

The bathroom door opened again a couple minutes later, and Lexa glanced up with wide eyes as she now had a full frontal view of her girlfriend. Clarke bit down on her lower lip, making her way back to the bed and laying back down on it. "Do you have to be somewhere today?" Clarke asked quietly.

"Not really," Lexa answered. "I should probably go home at least tonight, though, or my mother will probably murder me. But I'm all yours this morning."

Clarke pressed her lips against Lexa's softly, and the younger girl immediately reciprocated, sliding her tongue against Clarke's lips. Clarke let her in without question, and Lexa felt a surge of confidence all of the sudden. Her hands found Clarke's midsection again, gently touching Clarke's soft, smooth skin.

Not letting nerves stop her, she dragged the pads of her fingers upwards on Clarke's body, until they reached Clarke's chest, and she boldly spread her palms across her boobs. Clarke let out a pleased sigh, and pushed her front closer to Lexa's, pressing her breasts against Lexa's hands. Lexa got the message, and she squeezed them experimentally. The hum that escaped Clarke's lips and vibrated against Lexa's was enough for the brunette to know that it was okay. Lexa's heart was pounding in chest, though, and she knew that she was terrified of messing up somehow.

Clarke pulled her lips away from Lexa's, and her blue eyes met Lexa's gaze. "Lexa," Clarke said, quietly yet firmly, "if you don't want to –"

"I do," Lexa interrupted quickly, knitting her brow.

Clarke's expression softened slightly. "I know you do. But you don't have to now if you aren't ready."

"I'm ready," Lexa promised, shaking her head. "I'm just... scared that I... won't be able to make you feel good."

"How about," Clarke murmured, raising her left hand up to her own breast and grabbing Lexa's right hand, "you just try anyway. And if for some strange reason," she continued, dragging Lexa's hand across her skin, down toward her center, "you do something that doesn't feel good, I'll tell you."

Clarke's hand stopped moving when their joined hands were just below her belly button. "Okay," Lexa agreed, biting down on her lower lip and scanning Clarke's face. Swallowing thickly, she forced away her nerves and closed the distance between them with another kiss. When Clarke sighed contently against her lips, Lexa squeezed the boob she still had a hold of and her hand move further down Clarke's body.

When she reached Clarke's center, she forced out anything other than the thought that she wanted to make her girlfriend feel good, and she slid her hand down over Clarke. Clarke's hips moved forward a little, wanting the touch, and Lexa obliged, sliding her fingers across Clarke's folds.

She was slightly surprised by the fact that Clarke was already wet, but it wasn't too hard to believe in retrospect, considering the previous night. Clarke sucked in a breath as Lexa found her clit, and the brunette released her lips and brought her own to Clarke's neck and collarbone as her fingers worked slowly in between Clarke's legs. She teased around Clarke's clit and opening, and it wasn't until her girlfriend pushed her hips, letting out a moan, that Lexa finally entered her.

Clarke breathed out in brief relief, but then moaned again as Lexa began to move her fingers. Considering that her only experience with anything like this was masturbating, she was still slightly scared. At least when she was masturbating, she knew what was feeling good or not as it was happening.

But it got less nerve wracking after a minute, once she realized that instinct was helping her well enough. Also, as soon as she realized that Clarke was about to come, the last of her nerves and fear faded away instantly.

When Clarke's breathing evened out, and Lexa fingers were no longer buried inside the blonde, Clarke scooted closer to Lexa. Their breasts squished together between them. "See, I knew there was nothing to worry about."

"I guess I was scared that you wouldn't come."

Clarke chuckled. "You know sex isn't all about orgasms."

"Sure, but they're nice," Lexa said, lifting an eyebrow as a smirk appeared on her face.

"You're not wrong," the blonde agreed, smiling softly. She let out a content sigh, draping her arm over Lexa's waist under the blanket. "This feels surreal."

"I agree."

"It felt like you were never going to turn eighteen," Clarke admitted quietly, and Lexa frowned. "I almost still don't believe it finally happened."

Green eyes rolled playfully. "Yeah well, it did."

They laid in Clarke's bed like that for a while, talking and holding each other. When it was past noon, they both got up dejectedly. Clarke decided that before dropping Lexa off at her house, they should stop for coffee, and Lexa didn't object.

She also didn't object when Clarke insisted that she change into some of her own clothes rather than the same dress she'd worn the night before. That was how Lexa ended up back in her panties and bra, but also in leggings and a t-shirt that belonged to Clarke. They smelled like the blonde as well, and Lexa had to keep herself from grinning about it too much.

Clarke drove them to The Bean, after making sure that Lexa hadn't forgotten her present. Lexa let Clarke buy her coffee, but as she accepted it, she told herself that whatever she did with Clarke next would involve her paying, not Clarke.

Back at her house, Lexa gave Clarke a goodbye kiss, another thank you for the incredible birthday, and then grabbed her dress, her phone, the little clutch purse she had, and the framed drawing from Clarke's car and did her best to sneak into her house. She knew that her mom was home, because both her car and her mom's were still outside.

Halfway upstairs, she heard a call from her mom's room. "Hey, Lexa! Can I talk to you when you get a minute?"

"Yeah," Lexa called down, "just a sec."

As Lexa went up to her room and dropped her dress onto the floor lazily, she realized that her mother could be prepared to say a number of things to her. It could be a quick happy birthday, or an attempt to make up for their fight the previous week, although really Lexa probably owed the apology, but it could also be the same old shit.

Lexa grabbed a hair tie and left her room, starting down the stairs as she tied her hair up and glanced around. Her mom, she realized, had left the master bedroom and was waiting for her in the living room. "Hey," her mom said quietly, as Lexa dropped her hands to either side of her body and walked over to sit on the opposite end of the couch.

"Hey."

"You were out all night. And Friday night."

Lexa nodded. "Yeah, birthday celebration stuff, you know?"

"I figured," her mom said, nodding. "I wasn't sure what I should get you, but since it's your eighteenth, I thought I'd just give you some cash. That way you can spend it yourself. So here." Her mom reached into her pockets and procured two hundreds. Lexa's eyes widened.

"Mom, you don't –"

"Come on, Lexa, you're an adult now," her mom insisted. Lexa nodded shyly, accepting the money.

"Thank you."

"So, how was your birthday? Did you hang out with Anya?"

"Yeah, Friday and yesterday afternoon."

Her mom nodded slowly. "So last night, you were with the guy you're dating?"

Lexa's stomach tightened at the question, but she forced herself to nod. At least now she was only half lying."

"You were safe, right? You don't want to get pregnant before you even get into college."

"Yeah, mom, don't worry about that."

Her mother looked at her carefully, and Lexa suddenly feared that she might be able to see right through her lies somehow. She hadn't ever before, of course, but the fear was still there. "So how is that anyway? College applications? They're due in November, right?"

"End of November," Lexa answered, nodding, "but I actually turned my Polis application in last week. Because, you know, they do rolling admissions. I could find out whether or not I got accepted within in the next couple of weeks. This week at the earliest, but that would just be if they happened to look at my application first. Lots of people apply early for rolling admissions."

"Well, let me know as soon as you find out."

"Of course."

"Hey guys!" Clarke called happily as she walked into the warehouse, noticing that most of her friends, not Jasper or Monty, were sprawled across Octavia's floor. She wondered briefly why that seemed to be the trend, when Bellamy's room was just across the entrance with a super comfortable couch.

"Ooh, look who's in a great mood," Raven teased, grinning. "Was it good?"

Clarke scoffed. "Don't be weird."

"Oh come on!" Octavia said, laughing and shaking her head. "You finally got laid, and by the girl you've been waiting for for longer than a month."

"Obviously it was good," Bellamy stated, "or she wouldn't be that happy sounding."

"This conversation is making me uncomfortable," Finn muttered.

Raven snorted. "You don't get to be uncomfortable just because you almost slept with Clarke's girlfriend."

"She's right," Clarke agreed. "Is there beer?"

"You can take on from my room." She gave Bellamy a grateful smile and the turned to go get herself a drink.

"Did she like your drawing?" Octavia called.

Clarke blushed. "Yes." She crouched in front of Bellamy's fridge, opening it and grabbing a drink. As she headed back into Octavia's room and took a seat on the floor next to Bellamy, Raven flashed her a smile.

"So everything went perfectly and shit?"

"Yep."

Finn chuckled, shaking his head. "I never thought that I'd see the day where you were a sap, Clarke."

"I'm not sap!" Clarke squeaked out in defense, narrowing her eyes as she opened her can of beer and took a long drink. "Just because I'm happy in a relationship doesn't make me a sap."

"No, what makes you a sap," Raven started, "is that you're like a love struck idiot around Lexa. And it's actually pretty adorable."

"I'm not love struck!"

Octavia rolled her eyes. "You totally are."

"Am not!"

"Tell me that you haven't fallen head over heels for Lexa," Raven dared her, raising both of her eyebrows expectantly.

"I..." Clarke's voice trailed off, because as she thought about it, saying that she wasn't in love with Lexa felt like a lie. Even though she hadn't decided that it was necessarily the truth, it felt like a lie to deny it. "Ugh, whatever. I'm not a sap. Let's talk about something else."

Bellamy stepped up and started a new conversation, but Clarke drifted off into her own thoughts anyway. The next step, she realized, was to decide whether or not she was actually in love with Lexa.

Because that would definitely be a first.