A/N: Super big apology for accidentally sorta forgetting that I was supposed to be updating this daily! ;-; As my apology, I just posted all 4 of the last chapters (as you likely just saw lol), and I hope you've all enjoyed this story! :D

The next Clexa story that will pop up on this website will be my story called Pristine. However, it's not yet finished, and it's currently up on Ao3. Right now there are 40k words, with 14 chapters, and I will only post it when it's complete. I'm not yet sure when that will be, so if you wanna read it now, feel free to hop over to my Ao3 account - ToriWritesStories ... the only other thing that is THERE and not HERE are the two Clexa one shots that I've written. :P

Thank you so much for reading and enjoying! Have a lovely 4th of July, my fellow Americans, and to everyone else, have a splendid day ;D xx

"You really have a lot of stuff, Lexa," Clarke huffed, dragging over the next box.

"You don't have to help," Lexa insisted. "You can sit on the bed and just look pretty if you want."

Clarke rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "Your mattress is still propped up against the wall, Lexa. I'm pretty sure I don't want to just sit on the bed frame."

"So let me empty all of my clothes into my closet and you can go push the mattress onto the bed," Lexa suggested, grinning at the blonde. Clarke glanced down at the box she'd just opened, and her eyes darkened.

"Wait, no, it's fine. I'll do this box."

Lexa narrowed her eyes. "What's in the box?" Clarke giggled as she grabbed a fistful of Lexa's panties and raised them up out of the box, and Lexa's face flushed. "Put the underwear down, babe, I'm getting that box."

"Fine," Clarke muttered, giving in and standing up as she dropped the panties back into the box. "So did all of my friends know that you were moving here before I did?"

"Yes, but only Raven by more than a few hours. The rest of them found out when they came to help me empty the U-Haul pod thing," Lexa answered, dropping her underwear and lingerie into one of the shelves of her closet. "I kind of feel bad that they all knew before you, but at least you didn't have to help with the box moving."

"Just the box emptying," Clarke agreed with a smile. She grabbed the mattress and pulled the top of it from where it was leaning against the wall, carefully pulling it toward the bed and somehow making it fall over perfectly onto the frame. "I'm tired."

"Of course you are," Lexa commented, smirking a little.

"Hey, you don't get to make fun of me for being tired. You're literally always sleeping."

"Except, not literally."

Clarke huffed, collapsing onto the bare mattress and staring up at the ceiling. "I can't believe that you live here. This feels like a dream."

"It's not," Lexa stated unnecessarily from where she was still seated on the floor, going through her boxes of clothes. They'd gone through the kitchen boxes already, and after a good few hours of work, they were about halfway done with the whole task.

"Thank goodness," Clarke breathed out. "If I woke up and it had all been a dream, I'm pretty sure I would die."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Lexa asked, raising an eyebrow as she stood up, drawing Clarke's gaze. "How about some food?"

"You actually have food here? Already?"

Lexa blushed a little. "I may have prepared a little bit for this very moment. I just bought takeout from some place that Raven said was good."

"I have no objections," the blonde said happily, accepting the hand that her girlfriend was extending down to her. She got up off of the bed and let Lexa lead her out of the bedroom and back into the unpacked kitchen. Clarke sat at one of the two bar stools that Lexa had at the island counter, while the latter made her way to the refrigerator. "What'd you get?"

"I think it's Chinese food?"

"Wow, you sure trust Rae a lot," Clarke said, snickering. "Though considering that I like Chinese food, I'd say it could be worse. She could've told you to go get Indian food."

"You don't like Indian food?"

The blonde scrunched her nose. "Not particularly."

"Noted," Lexa said, chuckling as she located two plates from one of the cabinets and poured food out onto them. Clarke watched as she put the plates into her microwave and put it on reheat before turning, leaning on the counter, and meeting the blue gaze. "What?"

"What?" Clarke asked back, smiling a little.

"You're staring at me."

"I'm thinking about the past few weeks," the blonde answered, tilting her head. "Your secret keeping skills could use some work. Raven's too."

Lexa raised her eyebrows. "Well you didn't know, so it seems like it worked out fine."

"Okay yeah, but thinking back, I should've figured it out. Rae's already been just weird as fuck recently. She always had these mysterious errands to run. What were those about? Or do they not have anything to do with this?"

"No, they did," Lexa confirmed, nodding. "She was like the middle man between me and my new landlord. And actually, the day that I came and surprised you before, I spent a few hours in DC before I came to the bar to look at the apartment that I'd had Raven look at for me."

Clarke's jaw dropped. "Seriously?"

"How's that for secret keeping?"

"And I thought you just came to surprise me because you love me," Clarke murmured, pouting at the brunette as the microwave beeped to let them know that the reheat was done. Lexa laughed as she turned around and began to take the food out.

"Well I sorta moved here because I love you, so I guess it adds up to equal that." Clarke hummed happily as Lexa placed a plate of food in front of her and then took a seat next to her.

"I like this place," Clarke said thoughtfully as she took a bite of her rice. She glanced around the whole apartment, the living room set up with Lexa's comfy couch and her TV already, but with a few boxes still around the living area. Then there was the spare bedroom that Clarke wasn't sure she knew what Lexa would do with. There were a few boxes in there, probably extra things that Lexa mostly wanted to keep boxed up or something. Clarke wasn't sure, because most of the boxes were in Lexa's bedroom, filled with clothes and photography stuff and random mementos and DVDs. A lot of clothes actually – while Clarke had one dresser of her clothes at home, Lexa's full closet would clearly not fit into a dresser. The blonde wasn't sure why she was surprised by that, since she'd seen all of Lexa's clothes in her old closet before. "It's bigger than your place in New York."

"Yes," Lexa agreed.

"Why the extra room?"

The brunette hummed. "I don't know, I thought that there was probably something I could figure out to put in there."

"I bet if you buy a few more clothing items, you could make it your closet," Clarke commented, smirking a little as she took another bite of her food.

"Shut up," Lexa said, frowning. "Plus, as I recall, you quite enjoy stealing my clothes."

"No," Clarke denied. She was shaking her head, but Lexa gave her an incredulous look. "Okay, maybe, but I can't. Because then Raven would say 'I told you so', because she told me forever ago to steal your clothes."

Lexa furrowed her eyebrows. "When?"

Clarke's cheeks flushed. "When we came back from Switzerland and you had to go to that art gallery and you left me alone in your apartment. She's also the only reason I didn't steal your hoodie. Maybe if I had stolen it, we wouldn't have been apart for a whole three months straight, though."

Lexa rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Feel free to steal all the clothes you like from my closet. I have a lot."

"I know, babe," Clarke returned, smirking again. "I guess I can let Raven say 'I told you so'..."

When they finished eating, Clarke insisted that she clean up their plates, and Lexa said that she would go take a shower and then she wanted to just finish unpacking in the morning. Clarke didn't mind that plan, so she let Lexa disappear into her bedroom and then the bathroom. It only took her a couple of minutes to clean up the dishes, and then she washed her hands and made her way back into Lexa's bedroom.

She resisted the urge to go sneak into her girlfriend's shower with her, and instead finished emptying the half emptied box. Below the panties and lingerie were a couple of pajama items that looked pretty comfy. She stored them neatly in Lexa's closet and then tossed the empty box into the growing pile of them.

Then, knowing that her girlfriend wouldn't be in the shower for two much longer, she quickly stripped off her shirt and her tugged down her pants. She debated whether or not to also preemptively remove her underwear and bra, and she ended up deciding to do so. When she was completely naked, and quickly located the box sitting around that held Lexa's bed sheets and blankets. She grabbed the soft sheets first, enjoying the way the felt against her bare skin, and spread them over Lexa's empty mattress. She then added the blankets that she easily recalled being on the brunette's bed in New York. Lastly, she retrieved pillows from another box and slid pillow cases onto them.

She sound of water running in the shower suddenly faded away, so Clarke quickly neatened the blankets on the bed and then exited the bedroom. She sat naked on the bar stool she'd been seated at before and brushed some hair out of her face, waiting for Lexa. When she heard the bathroom door opened, she knew that Lexa was noticing the made bed. "Clarke?" The brunette suddenly appeared in the doorway of her bedroom, her hair still slightly damp and only a towel wrapped around her. She froze, her green gaze glued to Clarke's body instantly.

"You know, I think there is something wrong with this apartment."

Lexa furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, looking up at Clarke's eyes now. "What?" Her voice was quiet, and Clarke smiled somewhat devilishly.

"It hasn't been properly christened yet," she answered.

"I just moved in today."

"No better time... Plus, I'm kinda bummed that I missed your shower, and so I wouldn't mind you having to shower again in the morning..." Clarke bit down on her lower lip. Lexa's eyes darkened, and she took a few steps closer to the blonde. "Plus, I made your bed for you, so you should probably repay me anyway."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Lexa dropped her towel, and neither of them paid attention to it as it pooled around her feet. Soft hands clasped Clarke's and pulled her off of the bar stool, and Lexa pressed her lips against the blonde's. It was slow for a moment, but then Lexa's hands drifted to the sides of Clarke's midsection, down to her hips, and then lower to grip her thighs and push her backwards. She felt her back press against the cold counter top, and Lexa's tongue delved into her mouth as she was hoisted up onto the center island counter.

She was surprised when she found herself pushed down so that she was laying entirely flat on it, and Lexa was suddenly hovering above her as she cold marble counter top caused her to shiver. "It's cold," she murmured into Lexa's lips.

Lexa's thigh suddenly fit snugly in between Clarke's, and the blonde let out a quiet moan as Lexa bit her lower lip. Every touch burned in the best way, and soon Clarke forgot about the cold surface beneath her. A moan escaped her lips again as Lexa pressed her thigh against Clarke's center. "Still cold?" Lexa murmured.

"Lexa," Clarke moaned in response, her hips rising upwards, needy. Lexa hummed in response, grinding her thigh against Clarke's center purposefully. The hand that wasn't propping herself up was cupping Clarke's breast, brushing her fingers over the sensitive nipple. Clarke's body never failed to react to Lexa's touches, even after weeks of being starved of them. She knew that she would never stop reacting so innately to her girlfriend.

Lexa dragged her hand downward as she let her weight come down a bit more on the blonde and she slid her fingers between Clarke's thighs. She teased her a little, not quite touching where Clarke needed her to, and when she finally did, Clarke knew that she would be soaked soon if she wasn't already now. She knew she was well on the way, though, when Lexa's fingers slid over her whole slit and then gently inside of her.

"Mm, fuck, Lexa," Clarke panted. Lexa's lips had moved from her own and were pressing wet kisses along her collarbone and the tops of her breasts. Clarke squeezed her eyes closed as she began to lose herself, and her breathing became quick and uneven. "Fuck!"

A moment later, the blonde let out a shaking breath, and Lexa removed her fingers from the blonde, bringing them to her mouth and sucking them clean as Clarke watched. "Was that repayment enough?"

"Will the rest of our night be determined on me saying yes or no?" Clarke asked, her voice low and rough and she noticed Lexa's eyes become even darker green as she heard it.

"Hmm. Well, I guess we haven't fully christened the apartment either way," Lexa commented, dragging her damp fingers from the center of Clarke's chest down to her belly button. The blonde shivered.

"Exactly," she murmured in agreement.

"So what next?"

A grin split across Clarke's face, and the blonde sat up on her elbows, her face inches away from Lexa's now. The brunette leaned down and joined their lips, and Clarke took the chance to readjust her arm and sit up completely, Lexa falling into her lap. She then brought her hands around to Lexa's ass, squeezing it and gently pushing them off of the counter. "I can think of somethings," she murmured as their lips parted for breath. "And some locations. Maybe couch first?"

"Whatever you want," Lexa breathed out, and Clarke joined their lips again quickly, tangling their tongues and pushing Lexa into the living area. The both stumbled when they reached the couch and Clarke pretty much fell on top of Lexa as they landed on the cushions. The giggle that escaped Lexa's lips made Clarke grin into their kiss before deepening it further. Her front was flush with Lexa's, and her hands explored the body that they had already memorized by now.

It was when Lexa was squirming beneath her that Clarke finally made a move to start giving her girlfriend any relief, lowering her hand to her center. She watched as Lexa gasped and moaned and arched in response to her fingers' movements, and she moaned at how fucking perfect the brunette was. She laid against her girlfriend and placed a soft kiss below her ear as the brunette began gasping for breath. "I love you so much," Clarke whispered into Lexa's ear, followed by a series of sweet nothings that she knew Lexa wouldn't recall once she came anyway.

After the couch came the spare room, where Lexa took her on the laminate floor and against the wall, and then the bedroom, where Clarke topped the brunette once again and the they continued to please one another until they were utterly spent. Lexa's collapsed practically on top of Clarke as they both gently pulled their fingers out of one another, both of them with a thin layer of sweat sparkling on their skin. "Think the place is properly christened now?" Lexa murmured against Clarke's shoulder, before placing a soft kiss against the skin there.

"Yes," Clarke replied, her breathing heavy and erratic. "Although we didn't get the bathroom. So we're going to have to do that tomorrow morning."

"Wasn't that the plan anyway?" Lexa asked, grabbing the blanket from where it had ended up squished at the end of the bed and pulling it up over the two of them. Lexa curled into the blonde, her face burying itself into Clarke's neck and her messy blonde hair.

"Yeah." Clarke wrapped her arms around the brunette and cuddled into her as well. "I'm not sure I'll be able to walk in the morning, though."

Lexa chuckled. "I'm sure you'll be just fine."

"I guess I'll have to be, if I don't want to suffer through Rae's teasing," Clarke murmured, feeling herself being pulled under the spell of sleep. When Lexa didn't reply, though, she realized that the brunette had already fallen asleep herself, and so she let herself go.

Friday morning was spent showering, for an excessive amount of time of course, followed by finishing Lexa's unpacking. With both of them at it, it didn't take past noon to finish. As they worked, Lexa admitted that a lot of the time that she'd said that she was helping Anya pack, she'd really been packing her own apartment up. Clarke was still shocked at herself for not having realized, and she had to eventually give in and admit that Lexa had done a pretty good job at keeping it secret. Then she made Lexa promise to not keep such big things from her in the future, the brunette let out a near giggle and promised.

Lexa went to a nearby grocery store to fill up her fridge when Clarke left for work, but by the time that Raven and Octavia had shown up at the bar to ask the blonde how it'd all gone, Lexa was on her way as well. It was such a new feeling – having the knowledge that Lexa was going to show up, and if she didn't, she'd still be right there in the same city as Clarke. Such a strange feeling, but one that was definitely not unwelcome.

Raven preemptively forgave Clarke for all of the time that the blonde would be spending at Lexa's apartment instead of theirs, and Clarke answered that by insisting that she wasn't going to apologize for it. She was joking, though, because of course she would feel bad about leaving Raven more on her own. They both already knew that Clarke would be spending most nights at Lexa's place. Clarke wondered if Raven had had any qualms about that while she'd been helping Lexa get the apartment in the first place.

After Clarke's work on Friday, Octavia surprised all three of them, Clarke, Lexa and Raven, by saying that they were going back to hers and Lincoln's place to celebrate.

So they headed over to their decent sized apartment at midnight, and there found all the rest of Clarke's friends waiting. Lexa already felt like she knew most of them well enough, and she was glad that she could get along with all of them, considering that they all were really the only people in DC that she knew other than Clarke. Of course, Jasper kept gawking at her, but Clarke just kept shooing him away and promising that that was how he was with all girls he wasn't quite used to being around yet.

It was one-thirty in the morning, while Clarke found herself sprawled across Octavia and Lincoln's couch with her head in Lexa's lap, when Lincoln dropped down onto one knee and asked Octavia to marry him. Everyone had frozen in shock and amazement, and then immediately began cheering in excitement when the brunette exclaimed that yes of course she would marry him. Clarke couldn't help but grin pretty widely, knowing that her friend's prediction had been right.

Afterward, Octavia complained playfully to Lincoln that his proposal could've been way more romantic, but his response that he wanted to do it when they were surrounded by the people they loved and who loved and supported them, and it was all too sweet. Half an hour later, the two of them had disappeared into their bedroom and everyone else started filtering out.

Clarke went home to her own apartment, because Raven was drunk and Clarke, as Lexa knew, was the only one who could see her home safely and well enough. Especially because Clarke was sure that she needed to have a talk to Raven about everything, despite her insisting that all was well.

Sure enough, when Clarke guided her best friend into bed, Raven let out a frustrated groan and muttered, "I don't wanna sleep."

"You've gotta sleep, babe," Clarke insisted, chuckling.

"I miss Anya."

Clarke frowned, sighing. "It's hard, Rae, missing someone who lives far away. Trust me, I get it."

"But that's over for you now," Raven whined. "You're all happy and it's amazing and I'm so happy for you, but the person I want to have with me right now is halfway across the fucking country."

"I know," Clarke whispered, running her fingers through her best friend's hair. "And I'm sorry. But you don't have to have your life all sorted right now, you know? Obviously you like Anya, but not everything has to fit and make sense perfectly right now. We're young, Rae."

"So is O, and she's getting married," Raven whined. "And Lexa just moved here for you and you're about to own a fucking bar all by yourself."

"You just got a brand new job last month," Clarke reminded her, poking at her side lightly. "And you just came out about your sexuality and started a new stage in your life, Rae. We all move at different paces. And I'm not leaving you all alone, you know?"

"Don't stay with me," Raven stated suddenly, shaking her head. "Go back to Lexa's apartment tonight. Stay with her. She didn't want to ask you to move in with her, but I told her that she should. She said that you might think it was too fast, especially since she was surprising you with the move itself anyway. But I told her that she should ask you. You should ask her for her."

"What?" Clarke asked, struggling to understand Raven's slurred words. When she got what her best friend was saying a moment later, she sighed. "Rae, our lease for this place isn't over until the end of the year."

"So keep paying rent until then and then I'll find a smaller place."

"Raven..."

"It's okay, Clarke," Raven insisted, shaking her head. "I'll be okay. You're right, by the way. I'm not ridiculously behind in life, which is nice. And maybe I don't get the girl for real yet, but you have your girl and you should have her completely. You're going to be spending all of your nights there anyway, and whether or not you're living here, you're always welcome here whenever."

Clarke sighed. "Go to sleep, Rae, we'll talk later."

"Go back to Lexa's apartment tonight. Please?"

"Fine."

"Okay," Raven murmured, starting to nod off. "Goodnight."

"Night." Clarke made sure that her best friend was asleep before getting her some painkillers and water and leaving them by her bed. Then she grabbed her phone and left for Lexa's apartment.

It was about ten minutes away as a drive, but since she'd been drinking, she walked for about half an hour to get there instead. It was kind of chilly outside, and a little creepy to be out so late, but it was refreshing. It gave her time to think.

To Lexa – I'm outside your apartment and I don't have a key... you better wake up, because I just walked here. :o

The door opened just a few seconds later, and it didn't look like Lexa had gone to sleep at all. "I was waiting for a goodnight text," Lexa offered in explanation. "I thought you were going to stay at your place?"

Clarke smiled and shook her head. "Nope, I got Rae to bed and now I'm going to sleep right here with you."

"Right here, or can you make it to the bed first?" Lexa asked, smirking.

"Shut up."

To Rae Bae – Won't be back all day, so I'll see you at the bar tonight!

From Rae Bae – Don't worry about it, see ya!

Clarke carefully wiggled her way out from Lexa's grasp, the brunette muttering a sleepy complaint before falling back to sleep easily, and made her way to the closet. She had a little section of the closet to herself, which she was surprised there was even room for considering how much clothing Lexa had. She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her body, before sliding into the bathroom and quickly readying herself.

Despite Raven's insistence, Clarke didn't move in with Lexa. Sure, she did spend most of her nights there, especially the sex filled nights, because they couldn't annoy anyone that way. Well, they probably annoyed Lexa's neighbors, but they hadn't received any complaints thus far. Plenty of Clarke's things had made their way to Lexa's apartment, and it was practically her home as well, but it wasn't an official thing.

It had been four months since Lexa had moved to DC, though, and Clarke was a week away from moving officially to this place. In fact, the following day, Saturday, would be spent with her and her girlfriend, with the help of Octavia and Raven, moving all of Clarke's things from her and Raven's place to Lexa's place. It was late January, and Raven had asked for a month extension on their lease to have time to move, and their landlord had been nice enough to give it to them. Raven was moving into an apartment building about a twenty minute walk away from Lexa's, so they would be close.

"Clarke?" came Lexa's expected murmur from the bedroom. Lexa couldn't ever stay asleep once Clarke had left the bed, and it seemed that Clarke was always the one waking up first. That hardly surprised her, though, all things considered.

Clarke left the bathroom and met Lexa's gaze. "Hey, sorry, just getting ready." She grinned. "I'm signing the final contract today!"

Lexa's eyes lit up. "I know," she said softly, smiling sleepily.

"You gonna come with?"

"I have a shoot," Lexa reminded her, her smile dwindling a bit, and Clarke nodded that she remembered. "But I'll meet you at the bar when everyone else does tonight."

"Okay," Clarke agreed, smiling softly. "I should finish getting ready."

"When do you have to leave?" Lexa muttered as the blonde went back into the bathroom.

"Soon," Clarke replied, "and I'm pretty sure that you have to leave in about thirty minutes, so you should probably get your pretty ass up too."

"No."

"You think you can take amazing pictures while half asleep in bed, babe?" Clarke laughed lightly as she retrieved her makeup from one of the drawers in the bathroom. It was her second set, because it had become a hassle to have only one set that she had to bring from place to place.

"I'm pretty good at what I do, Clarke."

Clarke bit down on her lower lip as she grinned into the mirror. "I know."

"That's not what I meant."

Clarke smirked. "I know that too."

"You're insufferable."

"You seem to deal with me pretty well," Clarke commented, and suddenly Lexa was behind her, pressing her naked body against Clarke's barely covered back. "Hey, I'm trying to get ready."

"You don't need to go own a bar, just stay here, stay with me," Lexa teased, pressing a soft kiss to Clarke's neck as the blonde chuckled.

"Maybe not, but you have to go take some pretty pictures of some pretty furniture or something, right?"

"The furniture is shit actually," Lexa muttered, pouting.

"But your pictures will look amazing."

"That's true."

"So go get ready, babe," Clarke said, laughing again at Lexa's adorable pout.

"I'm just excited for next week, because I get to take actual cool pictures in Virginia," Lexa said, shifting so that she was standing next to Clarke instead of behind her. The blonde now had a full view of her naked body, and she couldn't help but stare for a moment before beginning to finish her makeup.

"I'm excited for next week because I get to officially live with you," Clarke added. Lexa smiled widely as she tied her hair up into a messy bun. "You should probably put on some clothes, though, or we're both going to end up late and then lose our jobs and then we won't even afford to live anywhere."

Lexa scoffed. "Please."

Clarke laughed and finished up her makeup, before moving back into the bedroom and to the closet. She slid on some jeans and a blouse, grabbing some of Lexa's shoes because they were nicer than hers. "Okay well, I should go."

Lexa came out of the bathroom with a pout on her face, and Clarke got close enough to peck on her on the lips before stepping back again. Lexa sighed. "I'll see you tonight."

"Yes you will!"

Clarke left the apartment and met Wick at his bank, where a notary was waiting to help them with their contract signing. An hour later, she walked out of the bank as the owner of her own bar. When she got back to the apartment that was soon to be officially hers as well as Lexa's, the brunette was gone to take pictures. Instead of getting some shitty job that she didn't want, Lexa had decided to get a website for her photography and she ended up getting some pretty sweet deals early on. She had quite a few recurring customers, and Clarke was just happy that she was getting to do something that she loved.

Every now and then they talked about Lexa doing another exhibit in a gallery that would require traveling, and every time Clarke mentioned those conversations to Raven, her best friend took the liberty to remind her that she owed her a trip to Europe.

Clarke met up with everyone at the bar later. She's already been looking for bartenders to hire, since she worked every day and she wanted to be able to take more weekdays off, so she wasn't planning to stay at the bar for longer than was needed to get all of her friends and Lexa and herself started for the real party.

After they'd each taken two shots – aside from Lexa, since Clarke wouldn't make her drink anything if she didn't want to – they made their way to one of the clubs that Clarke's friends liked. It always felt strange being in a club with Lexa, because despite all of the craziness and the loud music around her, as well as all of the people, Lexa still was somehow her only focus. And Lexa still wasn't big on drinking alcohol other than wine, but she'd developed a taste for some martinis and things. Every time someone other than Clarke made it, though, she insisted that it was awful in comparison.

Even though she would drink the whole thing whether or not Clarke had made it.

That night, they stole away from their friends to dance together and celebrate. There were a lot of things to celebrate. Clarke owning the bar, Clarke and Lexa moving in together, Lincoln and Octavia getting married in two months. Harper and Luke were getting serious, Jasper had finally found another girl who he really liked. Monty was dating a guy named Nathan, who had fallen in with their group well. Bellamy was getting into a relationship with a girl – a possibly serious relationship with a nice girl – and everyone was pretty happy for him. Raven was stuck in long distance, but at least she was happy now as well.

Anya had come up to DC for Christmas, and had at first planned to stay with Lexa until she realized that Clarke and Lexa had sex even louder now that they were used to having it in private. She went to stay in Clarke's room at her and Raven's apartment, and unsurprisingly spent all of her sleeping time in Raven's bed, as well as a lot of her awake time. By the time Anya had gone back down to Texas after Christmas, she and Raven had made it official that they were girlfriends. Clarke and Lexa were both happy for them.

It was midnight when Clarke and Lexa stumbled out of the club, shouting goodbye to their friends, and took a cab back to Lexa's apartment. They were tired and tipsy on alcohol, but drunk on happiness, and changed into Lexa's pajamas and cuddled up in the bed – their bed, really – together. "Today was a good day," Clarke murmured, curling up against the brunette. "How was your shoot?"

"Could've been better, but the rest of the day was perfect," Lexa answered with a sigh. "Ah, hey, can I ask you something?"

"Mmhmm," Clarke hummed in response, pressing her lips against Lexa's neck lazily.

"You wanna go somewhere in April?"

"April? As in a year after we met?"

Lexa chuckled. "Yes."

"Where are we gonna go?" Clarke asked, pulling away a little bit to look at Lexa's deep, green eyes.

"I was thinking maybe Italy," Lexa answered, biting down on her lower lip. "Not for like... three weeks or anything. Just a weekend or a week at most."

Clarke felt a grin spread across her face. "That sounds perfect." Lexa smiled widely as well, still biting her lip. "Rae will murder me."

"Will she murder you if when you tell her, you also tell her that Anya is going to take a week off that same week and come up to DC to stay with her?" Lexa asked, raising her eyebrows.

Clarke's jaw dropped. "You and Anya are sneaky little shits."

"Mm yes," Lexa agreed. "Anya gets very generous vacation days. They rollover every year, too, and they gave her half a year's worth for the three months she worked this past year, so she has a few leftover from that."

"Lucky her, and lucky Rae. But I like our work situations better."

Lexa laughed, nodding. "I agree. So, is that a yes to Italy? You'll come with me?"

"Of course you weirdo, and don't tell me that you were planning on going by yourself if I said no," Clarke teased, narrowing her eyes.

The brunette laughed again, and Clarke's whole heart warmed and skipped a beat at the sound. "Well, I was kind of counting on you saying yes, so I didn't really think that far ahead."

"Mm, I love you," Clarke murmured, letting her eyes flutter closed as she closed the last bit of space in between them.

"I know."

"Lexa."

"I love you too, Clarke, obviously."

Clarke smiled against Lexa's skin, sighing contently. "You don't have any shoots tomorrow right?"

"No, why?"

"I told one of the new bartenders I wouldn't be coming in," Clarke answered sleepily.

"Aw, you're gonna stay with me all day?"

"All day," Clarke confirmed, nuzzling her nose against Lexa's soft skin. There was a peaceful silence for a few minutes, and Clarke only spoke again when she was pretty sure that Lexa was asleep anyway. "I'm gonna stay with you forever, Lexa." Her eyelids were suddenly heavy, and she fell asleep curled up against her favorite person.

She didn't see Lexa smiled or feel her hold her closer. She didn't hear the sweet nothings, which were everything, that Lexa began to whisper into the dark.

Lexa didn't mind that, though, because as Clarke had just made clear, she would have forever to say them again and again.