As Clarke started to wake up she took in her surroundings, her bedroom, though small, was probably her favourite part of her apartment, the blinds bathing her in soft, diffuse sunlight every morning. Back in her room at her parents' house she had never been able to wake up comfortably in the same way. She didn't know it at the time, she didn't have much to compare it to, but waking up there was drenched in cold and bleak and would instantly remind her of the reality of her day, whichever family crisis was threatening to defeat her would always be there. Here, it was different. She was allowed a moments peace, to drink in warmth and comfort, her small room allowing her to feel secure and not like she was sleeping in an empty office block. It allowed her to wake up slowly, when she could, she wasn't always able to but without the need to get up for work she would often take her time drifting in and out of sleep and letting her mind run free. As each new sensation hit her this morning she was finding it hard to supress a smile. It started with the sun, facing the window, Clarke woke early, as soon as the sun began to peek through her shades. She could hear the birds outside in the park below her building, she could hear the bustle of a city rising early, and she could hear her breath, soft and slow with her heartbeat. She was warm, safe wrapped in her blankets, and she could hear the peaceful breathing of the girl beside her, her arm wrapped around Clarke's middle as she released a steady rhythm of warm breaths on the back of Clarke's neck. Turning slowly, so as not to wake Lexa, Clarke took in the sight of the girl before her, relaxed and devastatingly beautiful. The memories of last night were a delicious haze in the back of Clarke's mind, but right now she could think of nothing but just how gorgeous it was to see Lexa, naked, and asleep in her bed. Clarke lifted a hand to stroke Lexa's cheek, remembering how reverent Lexa had been last night once they had gone to bed, how softly she would press her lips to Clarke's own cheek and whisper how beautiful she was in Clarke's ear. It made her shiver, the movement stirring the girl beside her who, after a few moments, fluttered her eyes open and gave Clarke a sleepy smile. Lexa's voice, low and gravelly croaked out, "good morning Clarke."

"Good morning, beautiful."

Lexa blushed. "Do you have any plans for today?"

"Not really," Clarke replied, her voice, though not as sinfully low as Lexa's, also yet to recover from her sleep, "I was kind of hoping you'd like to stay for breakfast?"

"I would love to Clarke."

Lexa smiled again and Clarke was slowly forgetting how to breathe. She threaded her legs through Lexa's, leaning forward to close the distance between her and the brunette. She had always thought that kissing girls was just so much softer than kissing boys, but in her life she didn't have a kiss that came close to comparing to just how delicate it was kissing a sleepy Lexa. Lexa paused and drew back, her breath hitching a little.

"If it's alright with you though Clarke, I think I'd like a shower, could I borrow yours?"

"Of course, you know where everything is now I'm sure, did you want company?" Clarke smirked a little, hoping Lexa was thinking about last night the same way she was and not regretting it the morning after.

Lexa's lips pricked up into a small smile, but she shook her head. "If it's alright with you I might just have one quickly before breakfast?"

"Okay," Clarke said, a little disappointed but not offended, she was sure Lexa just wanted a couple of moments of privacy, to which she was more than entitled to, "I might even have some pancakes ready for you when you get out."

"I'd love that," Lexa said, pressing another kiss to Clarke's lips and turning, slipping out of bed and padding through her bedroom and out into the corridor.

Clarke closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. She wasn't going to let the fact that Lexa didn't want her in the shower to get to her. She was still here, not running off home and making excuses, she was opening up her day, showering in Clarke's shower and promising to stay for breakfast. Clarke couldn't begrudge her a moment to herself. Finally slipping out of bed herself, Clarke threw on some underwear and a t-shirt, and made her way out into the kitchen to see if she actually had the ingredients for making pancakes, or whether a potentially romantic breakfast was going to turn into bowls of cereal. As she walked past down her corridor past the bathroom she could hear the first notes of a song starting to play, she wondered briefly whether Lexa was going to sing too, but that question was quickly answered by Lexa's voice drifting through the flimsy wooden door.

"You shout it out,
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud, not saying much"

Clarke loved the sound of Lexa's voice, and this song was beautiful. As she pottered around the kitchen she listened in, Lexa was clearly unashamed about singing, not surprising given where they started, and Clarke was very appreciative.

"I'm criticised but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up"

Clarke could hear the emotion in Lexa's voice, but it didn't make sense for it to be related to what had just happened between the two of them, the song didn't fit. Clearly it meant a lot to her, and Clarke wondered whether something had happened recently to make Lexa feel so vulnerable.

"I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium"

The fact that Lexa was choosing to share this with her was making Clarke's heart swell. It felt so private listening to Lexa sing like this, her voice laced with sadness, bitter even, and such soaring hope and defiance at the same time, but their relationship with sharing through singing made it impossible for Clarke to feel like she was intruding. For whatever reason, Lexa wanted Clarke to hear this, and Clarke wasn't going to treat that like it was nothing.

"Cut me down
But it's you who'll have further to fall
Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium"

Lexa's voice was astounding, but she was obviously crying. Clarke honestly didn't know what to do at this point. Lexa had clearly wanted her privacy, but here she was, sharing this suddenly extremely intimate moment with Clarke, and Clarke absolutely could not keep making pancakes and pretend she didn't care that Lexa was sobbing in her shower only a few meters from where she was standing. Clarke moved to the door of the bathroom and knocked softly, hoping she wasn't overstepping her boundaries of this thing they had between them. Lexa hiccupped at the sound of Clarke's knock, and Clarke pushed the door open just enough to call in to her.

"Lexa, honey are you okay?"

"Clarke." Lexa sobbed her name.

Clarke pushed open the door and her heart broke at the sight of Lexa, standing hunched over with scalding hot water cascading down her back, her hands pressed to her face as she cried. Clarke moved towards her, stepping in the shower, not caring about the fact that she was wearing clothes she had only just put on, and wrapped her arms around the brunette. Holding her close and pressing a soft kiss to the top of Lexa's head, Clarke finished the last lines for her.

"Stone-heart, machine gun
Firing at the ones who run
Stone heart loves bulletproof glass"

Clarke, knowing that it was the right thing to do, made some minor adjustments to the lyrics. It was a decision which made Lexa, upon hearing what Clarke was doing, ball her hands in Clarke's soaking wet t-shirt and sob even harder.

"They shoot you down but you won't fall
You are titanium
They shoot you down but you won't fall
You are titanium
They shoot you down but you won't fall
You are titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
You are titanium
You are titanium"

Knowing that Lexa needed her, Clarke turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbed Lexa a towel and wrapped her tightly in it, holding her just as tight until she felt her press a soft kiss to the base of Clarke's neck where her head had been nestled. Clarke leaned her head back, looking into Lexa's bloodshot eyes. Lexa was the first to speak.

"Can we have pancakes?"

And it was decided. Clarke knew this wasn't the time to push Lexa to explain what was going on, but the girl wanted pancakes, so Clarke was going to do everything in her power to get them for her.

"Yes, Lexa. Yes of course. Of course we can have pancakes."