It had been several weeks now and Octavia and Lincoln were pretty much official.

Lincoln, in Clarke's opinion, was undoubtedly the sweetest person Octavia has ever been with in the past. He brought her a single white lily on a regular basis, which Octavia took to wearing behind her ear. With each fresh day a fresh new flower fell gracefully within her long dark locks.

The tall muscular young man was perfect for Clarke's best friend. He was gentle and sweet and caring, but still rugged and daring and adventurous enough to keep the brunettes interest.

Raven, had thoroughly progressed in her studies, taking on the challenge of fixing up an old battered motorcycle she found in her uncle's garage over break. The mechanic claimed it was totally for experience in her field and not solely to look even more so like a complete bad ass.

As for Clarke and Lexa, the couple had settled don into a comfortable routine. They had become accustomed to using code words, such as "going for a jog" or "doing some last minute laundry" to escape their roommates gaze to "work up a completely different kind of sweat" and "air their dirty laundry".

Raven of course had known for a long time that half of her roommates were shacking up behind closed doors. However Clarke had yet to confront Octavia, for fear that she may have betrayed her friend's trust.

As Clarke and Lexa were about to discover, such a conversation was completely unnecessary.

It was a typical tuesday night.

Meaning Octavia was busy celebrating her annual "Taco Tuesday" with Lincoln, and Raven had her late engineering class.

That meant Clarke and Lexa didn't have to bother with excuses or code words.

The two lovers opted for a more domestic date night then their typical "lets fuck as quick as we can before Octavia becomes suspicious".

They situated themselves onto the love seat in the living area of their shared home, Clarke's lags stretched across Lexa's lap, the television alive with old reruns of Clarke's favorite show. A full glass of red wine for each of the young women sat forgotten on the dark stained coffee table.

The lights had been dimmed low, and the young lovers were too enamored with each other and the feel of their lips to hear the front door open and close softly.

Soft footsteps padded softly across the carpeting, pattering over to adjacent couch where the roommates explored each other lovingly.

Nor did the young girls here the couch springs as the squeaked with the weight of someone settling into the cushions. The figure found the forgotten remote on the floor beside Lexa's feet, bent to retrieve it and switched the channel to the latest women's Soccer game.

"Clarke," Lexa giggled, "don't brush my ankle like that, you know I'm ticklish".

Lexa felt Clarke pull away and gazed into her perplexed expression, it was then Lexa realized both of Clarke's hands were threaded in her dark curls.

"Did you change the channel?" murmured Clarke incredulously.

The two girls exchanged confused glances until they suddenly became aware of a presence beside them.

Octavia gave nearly no indication that she had even noticed either girl beside her.

"Octavia?" Clarke asked bewildered, "how long have you been there?"

Without turning her glance from the luminescent screen, "Oh long enough, but don't worry this isn't exactly news".

"Did Raven tell you?" burned Lexa, a mixture of fear and anger swimming behind her eyes.

"Oh god no, you guys are so obvious. Honestly Clarke, How many times can you do the laundry in one week?"

"So, you've known, and you never said anything?" questioned Clarke.

"I figured I'd tell you when you decided to tell me, but you were taking too long."

"Where's Lincoln?" Lexa had not seen any sign of the large man since Octavia announced herself.

"Oh he's not feeling up to Taco Tuesday, apparently he had some bad Chinese food with his friends for Mandarin Monday."

Clarke began to giggle, "does your boyfriend have a theme for every meal of the week?"

"Pretty much" laughed Octavia.

The three girls sat in comfortable silence, watching the glowing television program until the fourth roommate returned from a late lecture, which she some how managed to get several circle bruises on her neck from.

The other three decided to let it slip for tonight, they would hound her tomorrow to find out where Raven really goes on Tuesday nights.