Lexa groans, stretching her legs and rubbing her eyes. Green eyes crack open, taking in the ceiling. Her eyes furrow at the collage of photos looking down at her, then the strings running across the room. She sighs, then jumps when somebody to her left lets out a moan. Green eyes watch as the blonde rolls in her sleep, rolling onto Lexa and snuggling into her neck. Lexa looks around, noting the two other girls. Raven and Octavia are on their sides, spooning.
Lexa takes a deep breath as Clarke shifts closer, her leg nudging the side of Lexa's. Green eyes widen, quickly moving away, hands covering her crotch. Blue eyes blink open at the sudden movement, and Lexa bolts out of the room, running to the bathroom. The door closes and Lexa leans against it, taking deep breaths as she figures out what to do.
She growls at her tiny dick as she goes to the bathroom, running through different team plays to calm down her hard on. After a few minutes, and tucking her dick into her waistband, she walks back to the bedroom. She looks into the bedroom to find the blonde sitting on the bed. Breathing is forgotten as she takes in the blonde. Her eyeliner is slightly smudged, her hair messy, and blue eyes connect with hers. Lexa swears her knees give out when Clarke offers a smile.
"Hey, Raven and O left already. It's only about eight," Clarke informs.
"Oh," Lexa mumbles, blushing as she makes a beeline for her bag.
"I have plans about ten, but we can hang out until then if you want," she says, biting her lip as she takes in the brunette with bedhead.
"Plans? On a Sunday? What kinda of teenager are you?" Lexa jokes, offering a smile.
"One that loves her father, now come on. I bet my mom made breakfast."
"I also bet Raven and O ate it all," Lexa laughs, following the blonde downstairs.
"Lexa!" Aden yells before running to the brunette and throwing himself at her.
"Hey kiddo," Lexa chuckles, picking up the young boy and spinning with him on her hip.
"You must be Lexa," a woman smiles, offering a hand to the young brunette.
"Mom," Clarke groans.
"I was just introducing myself Clarke. I might as well get to know the girl who is taking your spot on the team," she says, "I'm Abby Griffin."
"Alexandra Woods. I hope me taking Clarke's old position doesn't make you hate me," she shakes Abby's hand.
Abby laughs, throwing her head back and Lexa can see how they're related.
"I'm just happy that they found somebody half as good as my baby," she says, taking Aden from Lexa's hip.
"Mommy! I wanna talk to Lexa!" the three year old argues.
"It's bath time, I'm sure Lexa is busy," Abby says, walking away with the boy on her hip.
"I'm sorry about them," Clarke says from the kitchen, a pancake in her hand with a bite taken out.
"It's alright, your brother is adorable," Lexa says, grabbing a plate and getting a few pancakes.
"Yeah, he's like the best," Clarke agrees, pouring some milk, "you want some?"
"No thank you, I'm slightly lactose intolerant."
"But, you had pizza last night?"
"I didn't want to make it a big deal," Lexa shrugs, "I like cheese anyways."
"Is that why your stomach was making so much noise?"
Lexa blushes, "I mean, yeah. But it's alright, I don't get sick or anything. Mine doesn't act up that much so it doesn't really matter. I just had a slice or two too many."
Clarke rolls her eyes, "I guess I'll let you off the hook. Do you have any allergies or things like that?"
"Umm, bees, wasps, like, anything that stings. Latex. Aspirin. I think that's it," Lexa lists.
"Latex?"
Lexa nods, "makes me itch."
Clarke laughs, shaking her head.
"So, you're going to see your dad?" Lexa questions, taking a bite of her eggs.
"Yeah, I bring him flowers every Sunday. Around tenish. I like to spend a little time just me and him," Clarke blushes, looking to the ground.
Lexa nods, looking down too.
"I wish I could see my dad," she whispers, then offers a smile to the blonde, "I'm sorry. I'm sure you've already heard the story," she chuckles.
Clarke sighs, sitting down next to Lexa. She runs her hand over Lexa's arm, giving her hand a light squeeze.
"I haven't heard it from you yet," she whispers.
Green eyes snap to blue. Lexa gasps when she doesn't find pity in blue, instead she finds understanding. Lexa jumps when her back is suddenly wet.
"Lexa!"
"Aden Jacob Griffin! Get your but back here!" Abby yells, running into the room to find the naked boy clinging onto Lexa's back.
"Oh my god, Aden!" Clarke groans, tugging the boy off of Lexa and carrying the wet, soapy boy back to the bathroom.
"Keep him in here, please. Lexa is really nice and-"
"Gay?" Abby smirks.
"What?" Clarke screeches, turning red.
"She better get used to the family now. Aden's in love with her and-"
"Mom! Just keep him in here!" Clarke yells, walking away from her laughing mother.
Clarke rolls her eyes as she comes back into the kitchen. Lexa offers a smile, standing with her bag on her shoulder.
"It's about nine, I figured I'd better get going so you can get ready for your dad," Lexa says.
"Look, Lexa. I'm sorry about Aden," Clarke starts.
"He's a really cute kid. I understand what kids his age are like, it's alright. He seems to have advanced speech patterns though, which is really cool. I should go though, I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"
Clarke nods, "Alright. Kane will really be there tomorrow. I'm sure he'll love you."
"One can only hope," Lexa chuckles.
"See you later."
"Bye Clarke."
"Mom, I'm leaving!" Clarke yells.
"Alright, drive safe! Tell him I said I love him!" Abby yells back.
"I love him too!" Aden yells.
Clarke chuckles, a smile on her face as she walks to her car. She rolls her eyes at Raven's text, asking about Lexa. She tosses her phone onto the passenger seat as she drives to the local flower shop.
"Clarke, you're running a little late," Rhiannon Fish states as the blonde walks into the shop.
"Yeah I know, figured Dad wouldn't mind too much," she laughs as Fish walks into the back room to get her normal flowers.
"You know, I think it's great that you still go to see him almost every week," Fish says as she brings out the flowers.
"Thanks Fish," Clarke blushes, taking out her wallet.
"Hey, somebody paid for yours already, put away your money."
"Fish, that's sweet but-"
"No, for real. That new Woods chick was in here about thirty minutes ago, paid double and said to cover for whoever was next. You've paid hundreds here already, take one for free," she argues.
"You sure?"
"Yes, now get out of here," Fish lightly pushes the blonde towards the door.
"Thanks Fish, see you tomorrow," Clarke grins, getting back into her car.
Clarke takes a picture of the flowers, sending it to Raven before setting then on the seat and driving to see her dad.
She pulls into the graveyard and is surprised to see another car there. She's usually the only person here on Sundays. She parks the care close to her father's grave, getting out with the flowers.
Clarke grabs the dead flowers from the holder, putting in new ones as she sits down. Her fingers run across the name etched into the stone. She sits down, ignoring the chill from the air as she talks to her father. Her excitement for the freshmen softball team, update on Raven's drinking, how Bellamy still isn't calling O by their correct pronouns.
A cough draws her from the speech, blue eyes snap to the sound across the yard. She notes the brunette hair, then the car, and it snaps. Lexa's here too, and walking to her car. Clarke blushes, looking back to her father's gravestone.
She listens to the car leave, then thinks back to her dad teasing her about her crush on Raven when they were first hanging out. Clarke grins as she tells her dad about the new girl, then about her small crush on her. After a few minutes of talking, Clarke starts wondering why Lexa was there.
"I'll be right back Dad," she whispers, walking over to where the brunette was.
It's easy to see what grave she was at, as only one of them has fresh flowers. Clarke crouches down, reading the gravestone. She sighs as she understands, it's Lexa's father.
"Um, hi sir. I know this is kinda weird, but I'm Clarke. I'm becoming friends with your daughter, Lexa. I didn't know you were buried here, but my father is too. I'm guessing you haven't gotten many visitors in the last few years, as they just moved here. It's nice to see you with new flowers though. I'll start picking up some for you too. I'll keep you updated on Lexa's life too. I'm sure she doesn't tell you near as much as I will. But, uh… I'm happy to meet you sir. I'm going to go talk to my Dad some more though. I'll see you soon sir," Clarke rambles before walking back over to her father's grave.
It takes Clarke another half hour before she's ready to go, already ready to pick up another thing of flowers and talk to somebody else.
Clarke falls asleep that night wondering how close Lexa was to her father.
Lexa falls asleep wondering why such a rumor is going around about Clarke's father.