A/N: This will be the last chapter for this story. There will be a sequel, so don't worry! As always, I am up for suggestions of things you want to see later in the 'verse. Thank you all so much for your kind words and support. Also, major thanks to my beta, Jen. Enjoy!

Clarke blinks into awareness, squinting at the sun streaming through her blinds. She turns her head and jerks when she's met by a mass of curly brown hair. Grinning, she scoots closer to her bedmate and wraps her arms around the other woman's middle. Lexa only sighs and sinks into the embrace before resuming her soft snoring.

More often than not, Lexa stays the night in Clarke's room. For one, Clarke has her own shower that they can have sex in without pissing Octavia off. And a bathtub they can have sex in. And a bigger bed that's far easier to share than Lexa's full. And, really, Clarke just wants Lexa close to her as much as possible.

"Mmmmm…" Lexa groans and turns in Clarke's arms to bury her face against Clarke's collarbone. "Why're you awake so early?"

Grinning, Clarke slides her fingers into Lexa's curls and begins combing through the tangles. "It's eleven o'clock already. You've got to be at the track in an hour."

Lexa yawns and curls further into Clarke. "I hate weekend practices. I just want to stay in bed with you all day."

Clarke heart melts and she leans forward to peck her girlfriend on the lips, morning breath be damned. "If you get up, I'll make you french toast when you get back," she bribes.

Lexa sits up and glares at Clarke. "You play dirty. If you promise to make your vanilla whipped cream, I'm in."

Giggling, Clarke sits up and shoves Lexa of the bed. "Deal. Now go get ready before Indra comes over here to find you. I'd be sad if she murdered you."

Lexa looks into the gift bag before looking back up at Raven in mortification. Clarke snatches the bag out of her grasp and peers inside.

"You bought my girlfriend a strap on for her birthday!?"

Raven cackles. "Just trying to spice up your sex life. Think of it as a gift to both of you."

"But our sex life is fine," Lexa protests, still red-faced.

"Oh believe me, I know. I can hear how healthy your sex life is every night. I bought ear plugs and I can still hear it. Actually, I probably should have bought you a gag. Then maybe the rest of us could get some sleep."

Lexa sputters indignantly for a moment before crossing her arms and slumping down in her chair. "I'm not loud in bed."

Clarke raises her eyebrows at her girlfriend. "I'm pretty sure I have partial hearing loss because of you."

"Stop exaggerating, Clarke. I was there, too, and I'm pretty sure the noise level was reasonable." When Clarke just purses her lips, Lexa huffs petulantly and whines, "You're supposed to be nice to me. It's my birthday."

"I have been nice to you. I took you out for sushi, bought you a nice dress for tonight, and I got you that book you've been wanting."

"Damn Clarke, no birthday sex?" Raven asks.

"No, there was sex, too." Clarke had definitely gotten Lexa off a couple of times before they even got out of bed. And then another time in the shower. It had been a productive morning.

"Oh, I know. I was just making conversation."

Lexa glares at Raven and Clarke. "Clarke, I would rather you not tell our roommates when we've had sex!"

Raven rolls her eyes. "To late for that, my friend. I'm pretty sure our neighbors know when you've had sex."

"Okay, can we stop talking about Clarke and Lexa having sex now? I just had a cookie and I'd like to keep it down, thanks." Octavia strolls into the living room and stops dead when she sees the contents of the gift bag still sitting in Lexa's lap. "What the fuck?"

"Raven here thought it was a great birthday gift idea," Clarke explains with an eye roll.

"Okay, that thing is huge. Raven, why are you such a freak?"

Raven shrugs. "The bigger the better. Why do you think I'm still sleeping with Bellamy?"

"Oh my god, you did not just say that!" Octavia exclaims with her fingers in her ears. "Why do both of my best friends have to be sleeping with members of my family?"

Dancing with Lexa is almost as good as having sex with her. Once she's had a few drinks and her guard is down, she has a way of moving that really gets Clarke going. Lexa's pressed against Clarke now, her lithe hips swaying along with the heavy thudding of the bass. Raven's been feeding her shots all night and she's now several steps past tipsy. A sigh escapes Clarke's lips when Lexa slips her thigh between Clarke's and starts trailing kisses up the side of her neck. Clarke's had several drinks herself and the alcohol flowing through her system has her feeling lightheaded. She cups Lexa's cheek and presses their lips together and then they're making out on the dance floor.

Clarke licks at the roof of Lexa's mouth causing the other woman to whine and roll her hips into Clarke's. There are hands on her ass now and a dull throbbing between her legs and she's pretty close to doing things on the dance floor that will get them kicked out.

"Good lord, get a fucking room, you two!" Raven shouts over the music as she bowls into her friends, several shots in hand.

Clarke detaches her lips from Lexa's but makes no move to pull away further. "What do you want, Raven?"

"That's not a nice way to treat your bestest friend, Clarke." She gives each girl two shot glasses full of some sort of green concoction. "Here, drink these! Bartender said they'll fuck you up!"

Clarke is understandably a little hesitant. The last time Raven had uttered those words, she'd woken up in the bushes in front of a nursing home wearing a long Pink Floyd t-shirt and bunny slippers. And nothing else. It had been a dark time in her life. But when Lexa just shrugs and throws back the two shots without keeling over, Clarke follows suit. It is a dumb idea.

Clarke awakes the next morning with no recollection of the events following the bar. She knows she's naked and still a little drunk, so she can guess what probably happened when they got back. Lexa is still snoring beside her, though she is completely wrapped up in Clarke's comforter. When Clarke finally decides that she really needs a glass of water to get rid of the cottony feeling in her mouth and stands from the bed, she hears a groan from the lump.

"Holy hell, what did we do last night?"

Clarke looks at the bundle of blankets on the bed in concern. "What's wrong, baby?"

The blankets shift and groan miserably. "My head hurts, I may puke, and my vagina is on fire."

"Your… vagina?"

"Ugh, it feels like someone shoved a chainsaw up there."

Clarke is perplexed and very worried until she spots the black straps and purple silicon peeking out from under her bedskirt.

Clarke hesitates to speak, knowing her girlfriend is going to overreact. "Um, Lexa? I think I know what happened…"

A pale face appears from the confines of the blanket burrito. "What did you do to me?"

"We may have or may have not used your birthday present when we got back from the bar," Clarke admits sheepishly.

Lexa looks confused before the realization hits her and her eyes narrow dangerously. "You mean you put that thing inside of me!? It's practically the size of your arm!"

"Babe, we were drunk. Besides, it takes two to tango, you know." Lexa continues to glare at her with bloodshot eyes and she sighs. "For whatever it's worth, I'm sorry. I'll try to never have drunk strap on sex with you again."

Lexa huffs and rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Can you at least get me a glass of water and some painkillers? I don't think I can get up without projectile vomiting."

Clarke grimaces, but nods and turns to head to the bathroom. She turns back around when she hears a gasp behind her. Lexa's red and she's got her hand over her mouth.

"Do I need to grab the trashcan? Can you make it to the bathroom?"

"I'm sorry for being crabby. We're even."

Clarke squints at the sudden change of attitude. "What do you mean we're even?"

"How do your shoulders feel?" Lexa asks, seemingly out of the blue.

"Um, they're a little sore, thanks for asking." Clarke pauses. "Wait, what's wrong with my shoulders?"

She trots into the bathroom, ignoring the dull pounding in her head. She twists around in front of the vanity mirror, trying to get a good look at her back. There are several scabbed over scratch marks on her shoulder blades. "What the hell, Lexa?"

"I know! I'm sorry!"

Clarke pads back into her room and passes the water and advil to her girlfriend. "Are you sure you're not a werewolf or something?"

Lexa swallows the pills before setting the glass on the bedside table. "To be fair, that's by far the biggest thing that's ever been up there."

Clarke suddenly feels very guilty and crawls onto the bed, cuddling into her girlfriend. "I'm really sorry, Lexa. I should've known to hide it before we went out."

Lexa sighs and wiggles until she's half on top of Clarke, her head tucked underneath Clarke's chin. "'s okay. I obviously enjoyed it, if your shoulders are anything to go by, and it probably felt relatively good at the time. Maybe I'll just walk around with a bag of frozen peas in my pants for a while."

Raven positively cackles when she catches sight of Lexa walking stiffly later than afternoon. Lexa isn't able to sit without wincing for two more days.

Clarke wonders just when she and Lexa became the type of couple that pees with the bathroom door open. She swore she'd never be the person who'd be okay with that sort of familiarity, but when Lexa staggers into the en suite one morning and merely grunts a greeting at Clarke, who is putting her hair up at the sink, before dropping her pajama pants and sitting on the toilet, Clarke can't find it in herself to care. Clarke has to stifle a laugh when she glances over and sees Lexa nodding off where she sits.

"You okay there, babe?"

Lexa snorts and jerks awake with a jolt, blushing and reaching for the toilet paper.

"'m fine. Studied late last night. Big test today."

Clarke turns away to give her girlfriend some privacy and rifles though the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor for a shirt that smells halfway clean. She settles for her oversized, red Polis University Library t-shirt and changes quickly. She turns when she hears the toilet flush and smiles fondly as she watches Lexa shuffle to the sink to wash her hands and brush her teeth.

"You work today?" Lexa mumbles around her toothbrush.

"Only until three. Want me to pick you up from practice?"

Lexa spits and rinses her mouth. "Yes, please. Can I take you on a date tonight?"

Clarke smiles and presses her back against Lexa's, wrapping her arms around her middle and smiling at the other woman's reflection in the mirror.

"Of course. We've been too busy to go out here lately."

"I know." Lexa leans back into the embrace. "I want to make it up to you."

Clarke grins salaciously. "You do a pretty good job of making it up to me every night."

Lexa reaches back to smack her on the hip. "You're impossible. You know what I meant."

"I do," Clarke agrees. "I just like pushing your buttons. I really do want to go out with you tonight. I promise."

"Good. I'll make reservations."

"Ooooh, reservations! Is someone trying to get lucky tonight?" Clarke teases before kissing Lexa's shoulder. "But, really, you don't have to take me anywhere nice. I know you haven't been able to work as much with track going on now."

"I know." Lexa smiles. "But you're worth it."

Clarke is pretty sure she's 100% completely head over heels in love with Lexa.

Clarke feels like a princess when she shows up to her junior showcase with Lexa on her arm. She's talked her girlfriend into wear a slinky little black dress and she's pretty sure she has the hottest date in the whole building. Of course, Raven and Octavia have tagged along and they are huddled together across the gallery giggling at a painting that is meant to be a flower but bears an unfortunate resemblance to female genitalia. Clarke shakes her head and sends them a warning glare before turning to the woman at her side and leading her to the area where her own works hang.

"Clarke," Lexa murmurs as she takes in the pastel and charcoal drawings arranged on the wall, "these are incredible."

Clarke just grins proudly. She has worked her ass off all year to get all of her pieces together. Most are abstract interpretations of everyday life. She's recreated her childhood dog, empty liquor bottles, there's even an abstract rendering of her current residence. It's definitely the style she feels most comfortable in. However, she is most proud of her more realistic sketches. Octavia and Raven sharing a slice of cake at the kitchen table. Bellamy and Monty doing a touchdown dance at the Super Bowl party. A recreation of a photograph of her father. Lexa.

Lexa's lips quirk and a blush paints her cheeks as she takes in the sketch of her sleeping features. "I didn't know you drew this."

"You're a pretty deep sleeper." Clarke shrugs. "I was up early and couldn't go back to sleep and you were beautiful so I drew you. Hope that's not too creepy."

Lexa just grins bashfully and takes Clarke's hand. "What about the one of me by the track?"

"You were so focused. Also, your uniform is really attractive. Don't know that I've ever told you that."

"You have."

Clarke is silent while she allows Lexa time to take in the rest of the sketches Clarke's done of her. She worries that maybe now her girlfriend thinks she's a huge creeper.

"Clarke, these are amazing." Lexa's voice is low and reverent. "How did you manage to make my bed hair look attractive?"

Clarke brings their joined hands to her lips and presses a kiss to Lexa's knuckles. "You're the most gorgeous subject an artist could wish for. Makes my job easy."

Lexa shivers. "You can't say things like that to me in public."

Lexa's eyes dart to her lips and Clarke really wants to kiss her girlfriend somewhere that's not crowded with her peers and professors. She grabs Lexa's hand and pulls her out of the gallery and through the halls of the Wallace Fine Arts Center.

They end up in the backstage area of the small theater, shrouded by heavy curtains. The emergency lights on the fly rail offers the only illumination, but Clarke couldn't care less because she's currently got her lips attached to Lexa's neck.

"Clarke," Lexa gasps. "Clarke, you've got to stop doing that."

Clarke sucks harder and bites down, relishing in the whimper it garnishes. "I don't want to." She palms Lexa's breast over her dress.

Lexa arches into the touch and tangles her fingers in Clarke's hair. "Please. I'm going to have to throw away these underwear."

"Mmmm," Clarke hums against Lexa's ear. She pulls up the hem of her girlfriend's dress and presses her hand against the other woman's center. "Do you really want me to stop?"

Hips jerking against Clarke's palm, Lexa throws her head back. "Fuck!"

"Shhhh… I'll never hear the end of it if we get caught."

Lexa swallows hard and shifts down the wall slightly before spreading her thighs in defeat. Grinning against the skin of Lexa's neck, Clarke presses a wet kiss there as she pulls Lexa's panties to the side and enters her. Lexa cries out, her muscles clenching around the intruding fingers, and Clarke has to clap her free hand over her girlfriend's mouth. She knows she needs to get Lexa off before anyone comes looking for them, so she adds another finger and increases the tempo of their fucking.

Clarke is three fingers deep in her girlfriend and Lexa is yelping into the palm covering her mouth on every thrust. It does little to muffle the noise, but Lexa is close and Clarke really wants to see her come, so she continues. She maneuvers her thumb so it's pressing on Lexa's clit. Then Lexa is arching off of the wall and shuddering and moaning against Clarke before her legs give out.

It takes all of Clarke's strength to keep them both upright and she sighs in relief when Lexa finally comes back to herself and straightens up to pull her dress back into place and smooth her hair down.

"Come on. We should get back to the gallery." Clarke takes Lexa's hand and tugs her towards the door illuminated red by the exit sign hanging above it.

"But what about you?" Lexa asks, though she doesn't put up much of a fight.

"Take care of me tonight. We can use your new toy."

Lexa flushes, but doesn't look completely put off by the idea. "Fine. We just can't tell Raven we like it or we'll end up with something even more embarrassing next time."

Clarke grimaces, imagining opening a double ended dildo at roommate Christmas. "Agreed."

Raven rolls her eyes in exasperation when Clarke and Lexa finally make their way back to the gallery. "Seriously? I can't take you two anywhere without you sneaking off to do the nasty. It's like babysitting two rabbits in heat."

"You didn't have to come with us." Lexa shrugs and leans into Clarke.

"And miss the best people watching on campus? I think not. I mean, only freaks come to these things. Did you see that chick with the face tattoos and massive hair? Crazy…"

"That's my digital media professor, Raven," Clarke sighs.

"Oh shit. My bad."

Octavia joins them, a plate of cheese cubes and crackers in hand. "You need to tell them to get better snacks, Clarke. They need to buy those little weenies. Or maybe meatballs." She eyes Clarke and Lexa suspiciously. "Where did you two go anyway? Wait. I probably don't want to know, do I?" She bites into a cube of cheese. "Really, though. Even a ham plate would be better."

"Yeah, or some pigs in a blanket and cheese dip. That would be good," Raven agrees, snagging a grape off Octavia's plate and tossing it into the air before catching in her mouth.

Clarke is pretty sure her friends are the least classy people on the planet. "They're just supposed to be light snacks so patrons don't get hungry while enjoying the art. They don't want anything messy in here."

"Fair enough," Raven concedes. "But you're cooking dinner tonight. I spent long enough getting cultured while I was waiting for you to get back from your quickie. Where'd you do it anyway? Light booth?"

"Oh my god," Octavia whines. "I've told you time and time again to not talk about them having sex while I'm eating!"

Clarke bids goodbye to her classmates before following her roommates out the front doors of the fine arts center. "Thanks for coming tonight, guys. It means a lot to me."

Octavia wraps her arm around Clarke's shoulders and plants a loud kiss on her cheek. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Yeah, we had to come see what you've been doing hermiting in your room all month. I mean, besides banging your superhot girlfriend."

Octavia groans in disgust and Lexa blushes but says nothing in Clarke's defense. Clarke isn't sure whether to hate or love her best friends.

Lexa's relay team finishes fourth in the race that would qualify them for the state competition. Clarke finds her sitting alone in the bleachers, listening to music and staring off into space. Sitting beside her, Clarke gently removes one of her earphones.

"Hey."

"Hey." Lexa continues to stare straight forward.

"Babe, it wasn't your fault. Harper's been injured and Monroe had a bad start. You did the best you could."

Lexa still doesn't look at Clarke. "I should've caught up. If I had just finished one place better-"

"Then you'd have to find someone to replace Harper at the next race. She was limping when she left the track."

"It would have been better than- Never mind. You wouldn't understand." Lexa puts her ear bud back in and Clarke tries not to be hurt by the way her girlfriend is treating her.

"Baby-"

"I don't want to talk about it, Clarke. Just leave it alone." Lexa's jaw is clenched and Clarke knows if she pushes further, she'll have a fight on her hands.

"Fine. I'm going to go get some nachos and you'd better be ready to stop being a bitch to me when I get back." She blinks back the tears burning her eyes and stomps down the bleacher and toward the concession stand. It stings more than she'd care to admit when Lexa doesn't come after her.

Lexa's still where Clarke left her when she returns, chips and probably radioactive orange cheese in hand. She sits beside the other girl and sighs sadly when her presence is ignored once again. She eats in silence, watching the remainder of the day's races.

"I'm sorry."

Clarke nearly jumps out of her skin when Lexa finally breaks her silence. She chances a glance to her side and finds glassy green eyes looking back. "It's okay," Clarke mumbles, still a little angry.

"No, it's not. I was terrible to you." Lexa's eyes are actually watering and Clarke is quick to toss her nachos to the side and throw her arm around trembling shoulders.

"No, sweetie, please don't cry. I'm okay. I forgive you."

"Really? But I yelled at you for no reason."

"I know you don't like feeling like you failed. You were frustrated and I was asking questions."

"But that doesn't mean I should take your head off," Lexa argues, finally relaxing into the embrace.

"No, but I do remember you throwing the controller at Raven's head when she beat you at Mario Kart."

Lexa scoffs. "She was doing a victory dance. She deserved it."

"Well, what about that time you tackled Octavia after she won Monopoly?"

"She was bragging and it was annoying me."

Clarke nods. "Okay, what about the time you punched Bellamy in the-"

"Fine, fine," Lexa interrupts. "I'm a terrible loser. It just makes me crazy when I'm not the best. I know it's stupid."

"Hey, it's okay. I think I figured that out after the birthday cake incident."

Lexa blushes and nuzzles Clarke's cheek. "You really aren't mad?"

"I was," Clarke admits. "But you do this kicked puppy thing with your eyes that makes it impossible to stay angry. Also, I know the sex is going to be awesome tonight."

Lincoln proposes on a Saturday. He invites Octavia and their whole group of friends to her favorite restaurant and they all have dinner out on the patio under the twinkle lights strung between the trees. They've been together for going on six years now, so it's no surprise to anyone when Lincoln moves from his chair to kneel at Octavia's side. She cries when he opens the ring box and Clarke feels her heart swell for her friend. Of course Octavia says yes and throws her arms around her new fiancé.

They're sitting around the patio table sipping on champagne in celebration when the band begins playing. It's a quaint affair; just two men playing a piano and acoustic guitar covering songs, but it feels perfect tonight. Octavia is the first to head to the small dance floor, dragging Lincoln with her. He holds her close and they sway slowly to the mellow notes.

After Jasper pulls his new girlfriend to the floor, Clarke glances over at Lexa. She's nodding her head along with the beat of the music and the soft glow of the twinkle lights is reflected in her eyes. She's beautiful. Clarke stands then and offers her hand. Lexa is perplexed by the gesture until Clarke nods towards the dance floor. Clarke thinks Lexa will say no for a short second before a shadow of a smile appears on her lips and she accepts, allowing herself to be led closer to the stage.

Clarke is pleased when Lexa places her hand on the small of her back, taking the lead. She smiles up at her girlfriend and sings along quietly with the song as she and Lexa move across the floor.

"You look beautiful tonight."

Clarke blushes and gazes up at Lexa through her eye lashes. "Thanks. So do you."

They continue dancing in a comfortable silence until the number ends and the band starts up a much slower melody. Clarke thinks that Lexa will make an excuse to go and sit back at the table, but she only pulls Clarke closer by her waist. Smiling, Clarke winds her arms around Lexa's neck and rests her cheek against the taller woman's. She sees Raven mime gagging at her over Lexa's shoulder, but she just shoots her the bird and continues dancing. No one is going to take this moment from her.

The song is about halfway over when Lexa tilts her head and kisses Clarke delicately on the cheek. "I love you," is whispered into her hair.

Clarke barely hears it, but it makes the butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly and her heart feel like it's about to beat out of her chest. She pulls away from Lexa slightly so she can meet her gaze and finds nothing but adoration in her green eyes. "I love you, too, babe," she replies before leaning forward to capture the other woman's lips.

The band is still playing in the background and they're surrounded by their friends, but all Clarke can focus on is Lexa's lips on hers and, holy shit, Lexa loves her. It's really sort of perfect.