Sleeping Beauty

Clarke dreamt of a future with Lexa in it that night; not necessarily with Lexa but with the brunette as a part of her life. At this point she was just happy to know the girl, to know her personality, to be able to call her a friend; the fact that she knew her in the biblical sense just added to that; it didn't taint it as many would expect. Sleeping with Lexa didn't make her fall in love or bring to light hidden feelings or anything of that nature; honestly, they only knew each other for less than a week. There was no 'moment of revelation' that made her realize that she could stare into those piercing green eyes for the rest of her life and be content. There wasn't a switch that was flipped that made her suddenly see clearly for the first time in her life thanks to the sleeping brunette next to her. There was just dreams of a pleasant life where the pair and the blonde's roommates would have movie nights and go out to bars and where Lexa was brought into their group and became a great friend. 

If all she got out of this relationship was a friend then Clarke was fine with that, Lexa was an amazing person with so much to offer the world that anyone would be lucky to have her as a friend. Clarke slept soundly with the warm body next to her of the girl she had the fortunate luck of meeting and with dreams of a brighter future with Lexa in it.

The only obstacle in the way of that was the inevitable discussion they had to have the following morning about where the previous night left them; whether it be just friends and nothing else, fuck buddies, or nothing at all. This proved to be difficult since when the blonde woke up it was to an empty bed with cold sheets next to her.

She promised was all Clarke thought.

Clarke was hurt and a little disappointed to say the least; she tried to roll over and just go back to her dreams-that were much more pleasant than the reality of Lexa not being there when she said she would-but that effort proved to be futile. Reluctantly, she rolled out of bed, pleasantly sore from the previous night and grabbed the closest garments she could find to make her way out to get some coffee that would hopefully improve her day. 

Walking out of the bedroom and down the hallway she yawned, drowning out all sound, and it startled her to find Lexa in the kitchen cooking while dancing and singing along to the music playing quietly from her phone. Clarke just stood there for a moment silently and watched the spectacle before her, the brunette was swaying her hips slightly and singing along with Drake while she flipped a pancake and moved a piece of bacon from a different pan to a plate with paper towels on it.

Clarke was elated, not only to find that Lexa was cooking them breakfast and that she was trying to be quiet about it since she thought the blonde was still sleeping, but the fact that she didn't leave and that she kept her promise warmed Clarke a little. She was happy that Lexa proved that she could count on her, not that picking her up at the club when she was a total stranger didn't, but they'd only known each other for a short time, albeit intimately, and that just added to the trust the blonde felt. She watched her for a while longer, savoring the sound of her voice and the image of the brunette in her kitchen making breakfast, storing it in her brain for later so she could reminisce.

"Yeah I'm the reason why you always gettin faded take a shot for me." Lexa sang in a low voice, almost whispering but just loud enough for the blonde to hear it, while bobbing her head slightly to the music and Clarke could stand there all day and just listen to her sing, even if it was Drake; she wasn't a big fan but Lexa was changing her mind. Her voice was wonderful and it made her see the beauty in the music she rejected for so long.

She quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts when that song ended and another song by the same artist began. Clarke announced her presence by stepping on a floorboard in the hallway a few steps back that she knew would creak and stretched her arms a little making it seem as though she just entered the space.

"I didn't peg you for a Drake fan." she says to the brunette who has since looked up form the stove and sent a small smile Clarke's way while continuing to cook.

Lexa shrugs as if to play it off but Clarke shoots her a look that says she knows that's what the brunette is doing, Lexa sees the look and acts a little sheepish before finding her confidence once again "Yes, well everyone has a guilty pleasure, Clarke."

The blonde just smirks a bit before sliding into a seat at the island across from the woman cooking "Are you saying you're guilty of your taste in music, Lexa?" she teases.

"Perhaps a little with the way you're looking at me right now and your judgey eyes." Lexa responds cooly while looking up from under her lashes as she sets a full plate of pancakes and bacon in front of the blonde.

Clarke feigns offense "Judgey eyes?" she asks incredulously "Please, I was simply inquiring to know more about you. Who am I to judge your taste in music?" the blonde flashes a smirk in Lexa's direction after that question implying that that's obviously what she's doing.

"Whatever you say, Clarke. Eat your breakfast." Lexa says with a shake of her head and turns back around to the stove to get the last of the food that's cooking.

When breakfast was eaten and the dishes were done it was 8:30 a.m. and Lexa was due for a meeting in a half an hour; Clarke knew this so she didn't pressure Lexa to have the talk they needed to have but it was killing her to do so. All she wanted to do was talk about it and find out where they stood with each other before they parted ways for the day. It was driving her crazy not knowing.

Lexa walked out of the bathroom and heard her phone ring, she looked at it and noted the time before she answered it. The conversation was short, it was about the meeting she was supposed to have this morning, the meeting that was cancelled and Lexa decided to do something she hadn't ever done since working: she took the day off. Lexa wasn't exactly looking forward to the conversation she was about to have with the blonde in the living room but she knew it needed to happen, they needed to talk about what they were, or rather, what they weren't.

The brunette plopped down on the couch next to Clarke but still leaving plenty of distance between them to talk. She waited for Clarke to break the silence but when after a few minutes that didn't happen she womaned up and did it herself "So, I guess we should have that talk now huh?"

Clarke was internally freaking out but kept a calm facade, this was it, the moment when she would know if they would still be friends after what happened or if they would go their separate ways forever. If it came down to it she knew she would be able to say goodbye to Lexa she just really didn't want to, Lexa was a great person and Clarke considered herself fortunate to know her. "Yeah, where do we start? I've never done this before so I don't really know how it goes." Clarke said as she looked over at the stoic woman next to her.

Lexa shrugged "This is new to me too. I can tell you what I think and what I feel and you can do the same; then we'll come to a middle ground on this."

Clarke thought for a moment "I have a slight variation of that idea. How about, so that our answers don't sway the other, we write them down and then read each others?"

Lexa nodded "That sounds good." Clarke got up to go get a notebook and two pens then made her way back out to the living room; after they spent 10 minutes writing they exchanged papers.

Clarke,

I had a great time last night. I'm not going to say "but" because there isn't one. I know that I'm not looking for a relationship or anything serious and I think my stopping you last night to ask what this meant made that apparent.

Clarke chuckled at the memory and continued reading

I think you're an amazing person and I would love to be friends with you, last night doesn't have to change anything between our friendship. I think you finding my number in that bar was a stroke of luck, even if it was 2 a.m.

The blonde blushed at that, she still felt bad about it.

All in all I think "friends" is the verdict I've come to, I hope you feel the same.

Clarke took in all of this information and nodded slightly to herself, she just had to wait for Lexa's reaction to her own 'letter' and it looked like she was about to get it.

Lexa,

First of all, I'm sorry once again about the drunk phone call in the middle of the night; I know I've apologized profusely since then but I still feel bad I guess. Though perhaps I shouldn't because it lead me to you, this fantastic person who picks up drunk strangers from bars and takes care of them (also you're not too shabby in bed, seriously kudos on the skills).

Lexa chuckled a bit at that as she felt heat creep up her cheeks at the compliment, it wasn't news to her, she knew she was a great lay.

Anyway, back to the point of this; last night was great, but you know the story about Finn and I'm honestly not even remotely ready to 'be' with someone like that again yet. I think you're an amazing friend and I'm honestly happy to know you. You're strong and kind, but guarded and mysterious; you emit a feeling of security for me and that's not something I find very often so I'm not ready to lose it.

Lexa took a deep breathe because Clarke had put into words what she had been thinking and feeling for the past couple days, it was nice to know the blonde had the same thought process she did.

This may sound blunt but you've known me for almost a week now and I think it's pretty obvious that it's just how I am, so if you want to continue sleeping together then that's fine, but if you want to not do that again then that's fine too. I want to be friends so as long as what you want isn't a relationship then I'm in. Plus you're the best lay I've had in a long time.

Lexa blushed again, this time fully as she looked over and saw that Clarke had finished reading her letter.

The blonde broke the silence first this time "So it seems like we're in agreement then."

Lexa laughed at the way Clarke said that, actually laughed "You make it sound like a business transaction and not a friendship." she managed to get out between laughs.

Clarke was stunned, she'd never heard Lexa laugh before and it was a beautiful sound; she wanted to hear it more, not necessarily be the cause of it, just hearing it made her mood improve. The brunette next her had that effect, she rubbed off on people, her mood influenced others; almost like she commanded emotions, Lexa wasn't demanding them, but she impacted people's moods based on her own. 

The blonde recovered eventually from her thoughts as Lexa's laughter was dying down "Yeah, sorry about that, again this is a first for me." She wanted to ask about the part of her letter that hadn't been discussed yet, she wanted to know if she had to keep it in her pants, so to speak, or if she could jump Lexa again when she was in the mood. 

As if reading her mind Lexa spoke up "About the other thing..." the brunette trailed off.

"The sex thing?" Clarke clarified

Lexa smiled and continued "I think that sounds good. But I think we need to establish some rules."

Clarke nodded, grabbed her letter from Lexa and turned it around then wrote as they discussed what these rules would be. 5 minutes later they had their rule book.

'Fucking' Rules

1. If you sleep with someone else you have to get tested and tell the other.

2. You can call the other only when you know they're free (i.e. after work/school).

3. If you 'catch feelings' or think you might be you have to tell the other immediately.

4. If you lose interest in the other physically you must tell them.

5. No discussing it with friends unless you get the other's approval.

6. No marks anywhere someone might see (i.e. neck, collar bone, etc.).

7. If you want to stop for any reason whatsoever you can tell the other.

8. Safe word: safe word (if needed).

9. If you want to try something new then bring the idea up before you're in the heat of the moment.

10. No sleepovers afterward from now on.

11. No drunk booty calls.

Once the rules were established they went back to Clarke's bedroom and ravished each other for the rest of the morning (making sure to stick to their rules) until Clarke had to get ready for her test. Lexa called Anya and told her to pick her up when she dropped Raven off so she could go home which was about the time that Clarke was leaving.

Clarke was happy, she'd gained a new friend and a great fuck buddy, and all she had to do was call some stranger at 2 in the morning while she was blackout drunk.

The sex with Lexa had apparently done wonders for her as when she went to take her test was focused and confident; when the professor was done grading them she informed Clarke that the blonde had gotten the highest grade on the test.

Huh, maybe I was a little stressed. Clarke thought.

She was feeling pretty good, their rules covered everything they thought of and she was looking forward to being friends with Lexa. Her only worry was: how long would this last? Clarke didn't want to lose Lexa as a friend but she knew they couldn't go on like this forever, she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.