Clarke woke up with a smile as she recalled yesterday's events, she rolled over and her smile only widened as she read over the conversation she shared with Lexa. She turned again and realised she wasn't alone.

John slept soundly beside her and she felt her heart swell with joy at the sight of her son sleeping peacefully next to her.

"You look nice." John yawned as he sat up, acknowledging his mother.

Clarke looked at him with a smile, "thank you baby boy."

[03:37] It Happened Once In A Dream: yeah no i can't sry

Clarke cursed under her breath. She'd sent Raven a text asking if she could take John for the day and after 7 minutes of panicking, she took out her phone and typed out a quick message.

[07:46] Mall Princess: john's coming
[07:50] Sexy Photographer: cool
u only have 10 minutes
[07:53] Mall Princess: shut up i'll make it

Clarke arrived at the address that Lexa had given her, the building resembled an abandoned warehouse.

"You're late." Lexa said as the duo walked into her studio, her tone was serious but the smile on her face suggested otherwise, "it's supposed to be really cold so I got us some drinks from the cafe."

"You didn't have to."

"Hey little man."

Lexa's greeting caused John to acknowledge her "You're the photographer with the ugly sweater," Lexa smiled at this and he added, "thanks for the hot chocolate."

"Anytime, do want to see something cool?" The little boy nodded and proceeded to follow Lexa into a room.

It was always the room hardest to find in the building, it was after the second flight of stairs and in the cubby past the set of windows that arranged light in a floral pattern. It had a faerie-sized door, about four feet high, which opened onto a short staircase. The room was eerily scarlet when the lights flickered on, and it only seemed natural to leave the door firmly shut.

The hobbit living in there would tear you apart if you opened the door and ruined one of her photos, what seemed similar to a washing line was strung up strategically from one side of the room to the other, and bore sheets of shiny paper in various sizes. Images were slowly developing - natural scenes, from trees to a couple casually sharing a milkshake. It was a big room, but cluttered none the less, and it's atmosphere seemed to scream don't touch anything.

John gaped as his eyes scanned the contents of the room and turned to face his mum and her 'not-date'. His eyes were begging for permission to go inside and Lexa smiled and nodded, watching as he took tentative steps into the room.

"This is-"

"-the darkroom." He finished off for her with a smile before continuing to explore.

Lexa and Clarke stayed by the door, watching him as he took in each and every detail of the room.

"How come there are no pictures?" he asked with his brows furrowed, clearly confused. In every movie he'd seen, there were always pictures being processed.

"Well, that's because I haven't taken any pictures worth processing recently."

The confusion didn't leave his face, "well, you took pictures of me, why not process those?"

Clarke chuckled softly, "well baby, we only met Lexa a couple of days ago when you pointed out how terrible her sweater was, wouldn't you be slightly creeped out if she had pictures of you in her studio?"

He raised a curious brow and hummed as he considered it before saying, "no. I'd be flattered, I mean mum, have you seen my face?"

Clarke rolled her eyes with an amused smile tugging at her lips, "of course I have, you're going to break some hearts one day." She walked up to him and placed a kiss on the top of his head.

"Mmm, Lexa?" Lexa looked at him and raised a brow, to show she was paying attention and he continued, "can we go out and take pictures to process?"

"Of course."

It was cold, really fucking cold. John walked a couple of steps in front of Clarke whilst Lexa and Clarke watched as he tried desperately to hide the fact that he was cold.

Clarke sighed louder than she intended, causing Lexa to look at her, "you alright?"

"Why won't he just admit he's cold?"

Lexa smiled, "Clarke, are you telling me that when your mum told you to bring a sweater and you didn't you'd admit you were cold?"

"Okay no but he's going to freeze."

"He won't, c'mon." Lexa said gesturing in his direction. He had stopped by a fountain with icicles hanging from where the water would usually flow, even she had to do a double take. She knew it was cold but not that cold.

"So how's it going?" Lexa asked crouching down to his level as he took another shot of the fountain.

"It's going awesome. Your camera is so cool thank you for letting me use it!" he exclaimed with the widest smile gracing his face.

"Hey anytime, maybe next time I can show you my other cameras."

"You have more?"

Lexa smiled and nodded. "I do, can I see some of the pictures you took?"

He nodded and brought the camera up to Lexa's hands. She flicked through the pictures, they were simple but effective. They weren't the type of pictures that were thought-provoking but rather the kind of pictures you see and make you smile. She liked them, a lot.

"These are very good but I do have to say one thing," she changed her expression and watched as panic flashed in his eyes before continuing, "you're a first-time photographer and you're not wearing any of the appropriate attire."

John raised his eyebrow in confusion as Lexa wrapped her scarf around his neck and gave him her gloves "you have to wear the photographer scarf and gloves. I don't make the rules."

"Is it always a scarf and gloves?" Lexa nods. "Even in July?"

Shit. He's clever.

"Yup, even in July but like I said, I don't make the rules." John gave Lexa a questioning look before shrugging and putting the gloves on and retrieving the camera from the photographer.

Behind her, she heard faint clapping sounds, "well done Lexa, very well done."

Lexa smiled and stood up, burying her hands into the pockets of her jacket, "why thank you, I do try my best." She said with a bow before sighing, "the only problem is that now, my fingers will probably freeze off and I'll be the most useless lesbian ever."

Clarke chuckled, "I'm sure we can think of a way to keep your hands warm."

"Oh yeah? What's th-" Lexa's sentence is cut short by the feeling of Clarke's hand in the pocket of her jacket, lacing her fingers with the brunette's. Lexa looked up at Clarke and they exchanged a smile before walking in the direction of the excited little boy.

Clarke and Lexa sat down on a bench while John took pictures of everything he deemed worthy. The duo immersed themselves in conversation, failing to notice when they became his muses.

"I'm hungry." He said squeezed himself between the duo.

"You spend too much time with Raven." Clarke said with a chuckle.

"Well, what would you like to eat? I can call up the cafe so it's ready by the time we get there."

"Can I have anything I want?"

"Absolutely."

"Wait," he turned to face Clarke and smiled his signature smile, "can I have anything I want mummy?"

"Yeah, you definitely spend too much time with Raven. Quick question, what did Monet's father want him to be?"

"Easy. A grocer." he said smugly crossing his arms across his chest.

"I'm guessing that means I can make the call?"

The trio walked into the cafe and Clarke and John occupied a booth while Lexa went into the kitchen.

"Hey Lincoln, I'm here to pick up the order I placed earlier?"

His eyes widened, "oh my god Lexa I completely forgot!" He waited for horror to strike her face before laughing out loud.

"I hate you."

"No you don't and here's your food," he said giving her two plastic bags, "how's the date?"

Lexa's cheek darkened in colour and she swears it was due to the heat in the kitchen. "It's not a date," she said grabbing the bags and walking out.

"My place or yours?"

"My apartment is a mess and you have to be at least level 5 booty call to get in." Clarke said, causing the girl beside her to giggle.

"What level am I on?" Lexa asked, a grin toying at her lips.

"Oh honey, you haven't even plugged in your controller."

Lexa's apartment was nothing like Clarke had expected. From what she'd seen, Lexa seemed collected- but her apartment gave a different impression. Post-It notes and pictures, both in frames and not, littered the walls.

"So, this is home." She said sheepishly as she flipped on the switch, "make yourselves comfortable. I'll get us some plates."

A couple of minutes later, Lexa found herself sitting on a couch with John's head resting on her lap and Clarke next to her while the opening credits to A Dennis the Menace Christmas played in the background.

"This is my favourite christmas movie." John said snuggling closer to Lexa, "don't Christmas movies rule?"

Lexa smiled, "they do and you know what's awesome?"

"What?"

"You can watch Christmas movies until February."

Clarke scoffed, "you just made that up."

Lexa placed a hand to her chest. "I did not. It's like an unspoken rule. You can watch Christmas movies from November to February but only til the 13th because on the fourteenth you have to watch romances."

"You and Octavia are going to get along great." Clarke said smiling as Lexa reached for her hand.

"Is she the short angry one?"

"All my friend's are short and angry."

"Well, I'm not that short. I mean, I'm taller than you."

"By like a centimetre and what makes you think you're my friend?"

"You're mean."

"Well isn't this adorable" Anya said as she walked out of her room and into the lounge. both girls turned to face her and shushed her, signalling to John who was sleeping on their laps. "Oh, shit. Sorry."

"Where are you going?"

"On a date with your girlfriend's friend. Please don't have sex on my couch." She said before placing a sloppy kiss on Lexa's cheek and walking out.

"I'm sorry about that, she has no filter."

"It's okay, neither does Raven. They'll get along great as well."

Clarke let out a short laugh but the little boy on her lap groaned. Lexa would always be the first to admit that if she wasn't already mid-air with her heart in her mouth- the way Clarke stifled her laugh and clenched her lips together into an awkward smirk would have made her fall for the blonde.

Lexa reached out- her hand shaking slightly as she attempted to brush a spare strand off of her cheek. She missed of course, and Clarke reared her head back to avoid being poked in the eye. "Oh God- um-" Lexa stuttered which only resulted in another short peal of laughter escaping the blonde.

The brunette was so disoriented that Clarke couldn't help the giggle again. "Smooth."

"Don't make fun of me." Lexa pouted.

"But it's so fun," Clarke muttered, her giggling dying away as her attention was drawn to Lexa's lips.

"Oh shut up." Her words were almost lost to the kiss that followed them- it wasn't madly passionate, instead it was slightly sloppy and foreign and tasted like hot chocolate. Both girls grinned when their lips parted.

"Um… Ew?" John was staring at them from his place in Clarke's lap with wide eyes and a crinkled nose and Clarke finally allowed herself to laugh properly- joined by lexa ofcourse.

"We should get going."

"Let me drive you."

"I couldn't- ah fine c'mon. There's no point in trying to argue with you."

Lexa smiled and grabbed her keys. The car ride was silent but it was anything but awkward. The silence felt comfortable, the question that was hanging in the air making it harder to breathe had finally been answered and Lexa could relax.

Clarke couldn't shake the memories of kissing Lexa. It had only happened a couple of minutes ago but it felt like longer. The kiss was everything she needed but it brought across a whole new set of questions. Is this really something she should allow herself? How would this affect John? Her mind was racing but all she could think about was the fact that Lexa kissed her and every time she was close to her, she found it difficult to breathe.

"I'll walk you up." Lexa offered as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Should I even bother trying to convince you that you don't have to?"

"If it means I get to spend more time with you then yes, go ahead."

Clarke smiled and looked down, "goodnight Lexa and really thank you for the amazing day it was well...amazing."

"Thank you for letting me take you out. When can I see you again?"

Clarke smiled again and this, this is something Lexa could get used to. "You're starting to sound desperate there, Michael Kenna"

Lexa laughed, "I'm serious. When can I see you next?"

"Well, I'm going to be really busy the next few days with party planning and everything so unless you're interested in-"

"Yes. I will go shopping with you Clarke."

Clarke raised her eyebrows and scoffed. "I didn't even ask you. But, yes, I suppose you could come."

"Just tell me when and where and I'll be there."

"Okay Edward Cullen can I go inside now? I'm freezing and I think my son is too."

Lexa smiled and kissed Clarke on the cheek. "Goodnight Clarke."

Clarke got into the elevator, opened the door to her apartment and tucked John into bed before collapsing onto her own bed.

What a day.