AN: Hey guys. I haven't written in a very long time and I'm getting back to it. This story has been in my mind for a while and I just had to get it out there. And I couldn't think of two best characters than our presh Clexa for this. Please leave reviews so I know I can keep on going with this and if any of you are interested in beta-ing me I would love to since i need someone to push me to write when I'm lazy.

Okay, this story is mostly fluff and shit cause we need some of that with a tiny hint of angst. Maybe it'll be a slowburn, I hope so haha. Okay. Please review and comment if you want me to keep going.

This is a g!p so you've been warned. In case of you not feeling comfortable with this I suggest you don't read. alright I'll let you read now :P

Chapter 1

I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I hadn't been able to whenever we are in the same room. It's weird, and maybe some would say I was a creep but I don't think that's the case. What are you supposed to do when the person you've been pinning over for the last semester is just so God damn beautiful?

I've heard the whispers, I've heard the comments they say about her and I've even noticed a bulge in her pants a couple of times. Then I've noticed her cover it quickly and discretely trying to cover up. Yes, she's in my history class and I've been looking at her as many times as possible for the whole semester. I haven't been able to even talk to her, hadn't had the courage. But can you blame me? She's just so beautiful. My friends say I'm pathetic and a couple of times had tried to introduce us but I always chicken out and walk away before they can even go near her.

I'm pathetic, I know.

And now the semester is over and all I can think about is how I'm never going to see her again. We graduated. It's over. I heard she's going to move away to the other side of the country and well… I'm going to stay here. It's not that bad, but now I can't help but regret all the time I've wasted.

I feel an elbow hit my side and turn around to have my friend shove a tequila shot against my lips and making me swallow it. God… the burn. I can't believe I even let them convince me to come. But then again when my best friend told me that she was coming… I didn't have much of a choice, did I? I heard that she's leaving tomorrow. Yeah, definitely not a stalker, just concerned friends finding out information and discretely dropping it for me.

After about ten rounds of tequila shots and several drinks I find myself getting pushed towards the dance floor. I don't even complain since my drunken ass just goes with it and before I know what's going on I'm dancing around to the beat of another Drake song. I dance away my sorrows, I dance until I feel my friends pushing to one side and I come in contact with someone's front and just keep on dancing. I'm too drunk to care. And before I know it I feel hands on my hips and the sweetest scent completely surround me, even though we are pretty much surrounded by sweaty bodies all around. But I keep on dancing, I keep on grinding on this person's front, even smiling at myself when I feel their arms around me. I'm even starting to get turned on but I don't know if it's the alcohol or the delicious way their hips roll against mine, how their body feels against mine, how their arms keep me steady.

I turn around and gasp when a pair of green eyes greet me and that freaking smile is directed at me. My heart stops and all I want to do is bolt, way too embarrassed for anything else. But before I can do that I feel her arms around me pulling me closer, her hand goes down to my lower back and her leg slips between mine.

"Lexa…" I gasp out

Lexa just smirks and pulls me closer by my waist. I can't do nothing but comply as my hips roll with hers and I don't know if it's in my head or I can feel something in her pants twitch. When I look up her eyes are almost black, lust is clearly painted in her features and I can almost see her breathing hard

"Hi, Clarke" she whispers against my ear as I wrap my arms around her shoulders, keeping her there as we keep on dancing.

I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know if we should even be doing this. All I know is that I've been waiting the whole semester for a chance like this, I've been nursing this stupid crush for her since the first day I saw her and now she's here.

Now she's here and my mind is cloudy with tequila, and my legs and arms feel like jelly and all I can breathe is her. Her perfume, her scent. And it's way sweeter than I had imagine it would be. Like lavender, and that midst that covers the grass in the early morning with a touch of wildness. Like freedom.

And all I want to do is pull her closer, to remember her scent. All I want to do is pull back and finally feel what her lips feel like against mine. I've been wanting to do that for so long that it's almost aching.

And I can feel my friends' eyes on my back, I can feel their shit eating grins but I could seriously give two fucks about it because she's here, she's in my arms and even if it's just this moment I intend on enjoying it. My personal heaven.

And my legs almost give up on me when suddenly I feel her lips pressing against my neck, her breath ghosting around my skin and making it break in goosebumps. I can feel her teeth as she gently nibbles on my jaw and all I can do is close my eyes and enjoy the moment. Enjoy her touch on my hips, on my back and almost my ass. Enjoy her leg deliciously pressed between mine. Enjoy her scent and the way her lips sent jolts through my body.

"Clarke" she whispers against the corner of my lips, making me slowly open my eyes and stare at her.

There's a spark in there, I can see it. She knows what she's doing to me, she can feel me shaking in her arms, and I know she is enjoying it. She's looking into my eyes and I bite my lip as my eyes stare at hers. That stupid sexy smirk has me a puddle in her hands. And now I know that my answer will be yes for whatever question is swimming in her eyes, at the tip of her tongue ready to spill.

But it doesn't. She doesn't say a word.

Instead Lexa brushes her lips against mine and I have to do everything in my power not to moan. And I know I want to cry at this moment because of how perfect it is. Or so I thought it was until finally her lips press against mine and this time I can't hold it back. I moan and now I know that this is a perfect moment.

We stay like that for a long time, way shorter than what I would have wanted. But my lungs burn and my hands are shaking, tangled up in her hair. But it comes to an end, and even when my legs are jelly I try my hardest to stand on my own. I don't even think we're dancing anymore. All I know is that I can definitely feel something in Lexa's pants, and that she's holding me completely against her, lips move to my ear once again.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

Oh my God. Is there another answer besides yes?!

I dumbly nod and let her turn me around in her arms. I feel her start guiding me towards the exit, pressing me against her front and I'm pretty sure my ass feels exactly why. We stop a couple of times, I can hear Lexa take a breath and I don't even bother looking back at my friends. I know they know. I know they haven't stopped looking at us since we started dancing. But all I care about is this girl behind me, her arms around me and that bulge pressing against my ass.

Lexa calls for a cab outside of the bar and I don't protest even though my apartment is like three blocks away. I'm too turned on to walk and I'm sure Lexa wouldn't want to either.

I tell the cab driver my address before Lexa is even completely in the cab but as soon as she is and that door is closed, my lips are on her lips. I move my body to straddle her in the back seat of this stinky cab and I don't care that it's inappropriate, and I don't care that it's unsanitary or that the driver might be a perv getting a good show from the two of them.

The only thing that I care about is the way Lexa kisses me back. The way her hands feel on my ass under my dress, skin on skin contact – bless the person that invented thongs. I hear Lexa groan against my lips when her brains catches up with what her hands are touching and I can't help my whimper when she squeezes my ass and pulls me impossibly closer, making me grind against her.

I want to take her right here, I don't even know if I'll be able to get out of this cab with how turned on I am. As I'm about to unbutton Lexa's shirt – and yeah that was probably a bad idea – we hear the cab driver clearing their throat. Lexa opens the door and carries me out of the cab, to my surprise.

After placing me safely on the sidewalk she pays the cab and turns around to face me. My eyes zero in on her pants and I have to keep myself from groaning once again.

"Maybe we should… uhm" she clears her throat and looks up at the building.

Yes, yes we should.

I take her hand and pull her inside without another word. We climb to the fifth floor through the elevator on the shortest ride ever – though it was probably because of the way Lexa had me pressed against the wall and sucking on my neck.

We stumble out and reluctantly I turn around to face the door, fumbling with my purse and the keys – okay maybe I'm a little drunker than I thought or too turned on – as she keeps on kissing my neck from behind, pressing her body against mine as I finally manage to open the door and we stumble inside.

"God… Lex" I groan as I push her against my door as I try to desperately unbutton her shirt – Fucking buttons!

Once she's out of her shirt and her pants are unbuttoned and halfway down her legs, once she's too impatient to undo my zipper and just snaps my dress open – to which I groan and kiss her again – Lexa and I move to my bedroom.

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The light is too bright

That's the first thing I can think about as my brain slowly starts to wake up

The light is too bright and I feel a little too cold. I take a deep breath and open my eyes. My window shades are open, the blankets are pooled on the foot of the bed except for the thin bedsheet that's covering me and the left side of my bed – where Lexa should be – is empty.

I swallow hard and look around, trying to see if maybe that beautiful brunette is in the bathroom even though I already know the answer.

With a heavy sigh I turn to look at my bedside table to look for my phone when I'm surprised to see a glass of water and two advils on top of note.

That must have been Lexa, who else. I live all by myself since Octavia had moved in with Raven last month.

"Clarke,

I'm sorry I had to go so early. My plane is leaving in about two hours. I'm sorry I didn't wake you but you looked really comfortable and didn't want to bother you. Last night was amazing, thank you.

-Lexa

P.S. call me if you ever go to L.A."

Under that P.S. there was her phone number scribbled in messy handwriting.

I let out a heavy sigh before laying back down in bed, turning around and taking a deep breath on the pillow Lexa had used the previous night.

God, I'm pathetic.

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(Five weeks since that night)

I'm with Octavia in our favorite coffee shop right around the corner of where we work. It's our lunch break and I'm happily munching on my chicken sandwich as she blabs about something Raven did that morning that is driving her crazy. It has to do with metal shit all over the apartment or something like that. I can't really pay attention as all I can focus on is my chicken sandwich.

It's weird. I have never been this hungry before. Maybe it was because I skipped breakfast, must be it. That stupid alarm hadn't woken me up making me late for work

"Are you even listening to me?" said Octavia, a little frustrated with me

"I'm sorry… I just-" I immediately stop talking as my eyes go wide and I jump out of my seat, going straight for the bathroom and throwing up everything that I had eaten. Okay, now definitely not hungry anymore.

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(Seven weeks since that night)

I wake up to the insistent ringtone of my phone. I pick it up from next to me and look at the time. I can't believe I woke up this late. Usually I never do, even less considering I went to bed around ten p.m.

Good thing is Sunday.

I had completely forgotten why I was even up when my phone went off again, this time it was Raven. I quickly pick up and groan as a greeting

"Finally! For God's sake, princess. We thought you were dead. Why hadn't you picked up O's calls? She's been driving me crazy saying how you finally managed to blow up the apartment"

"Sorry, Rae… I was sleeping"

"what? Really?" I could her the surprise in her voice "it's like… two in the afternoon. Are you sick or something?"

"Not that I know of… I guess I was just really tired" I yawn again, not bothering to cover myself considering I'm all alone

"Well… I hope that you slept it off 'cause my girl is still expecting you for dinner. Bellamy is back on a leave"

I smile to myself, happy to be able to see Bellamy once again after all this time. I still can't believe he joined the army five years ago.

"I'll be there, should I bring anything?"

"Just your sweet fine ass"

"I heard that!" I hear O yell on the background and chuckle when Rae hisses "shit… well, I'll see you later" she hangs up the phone and I groan as I slip out of bed. It's time to get ready.

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(Eight weeks after that night)

I'm in my cubicle writing my article that was due tomorrow when suddenly O wheels her way next to me and groans, leaning on my desk and burying her face in her arms

"What's up with you?" I chuckle and pass my writing, I can't really concentrate with a half dead best friend on my desk

"It hurts" she mumbles and turns her face to look at me, her eyes like a lost puppy and her lip in a pout

"What does…?"

"You know…" she points at her belly and lets out a heavy sigh "and it's worse because Rae is too. You know what it is to have two lesbians on the same cycle living together?!"

I laugh and shrug because yes, I know what it was "well at least you don't have to skip two weeks of sex"

"God no!" explains O and sits straight on her chair "how come you are not dying like I am? Usually yours is way worse…"

I had gone back to my writing and give her a shrug "I'm not on it yet. It hasn't come"

Octavia stops me and turns my chair around so she can look me in the eyes

"Yours is never late. It's annoyingly like clockwork"

I laugh and shake my head "You're crazy O, it's not. Maybe it's just a little bit late. I guess I've been a little stressed out lately" I shrug and keep on trying to write but my friend's stare on my profile keeps me from it "what, O?"

"When was the last time it came?"

Now that I think about it… last month didn't come either, but I had been too busy and too happy with my promotion from a simple intern to finally a writer to think about it

"Uh…. Finals week" I heard O gasp next to me and make me turn around again

"That was two months ago, Clarke…" she bit her lip and reached for my hand "when was the last time you had sex?"

I stop and stare at her because I know where her head is going but no, it can't be. There's no way

"You know when… it was Lexa. But it can't be because we used –" ….did we? "I mean… I'm pretty sure…"

O is looking at me with those big green eyes that are just not the right shade of green

"It can't be…" I whisper and look at her, dread filling me completely because no… we hadn't use a condom. I thought we did but I guess we had been too caught up in the moment to remember about the stupid condom. And now… now what?

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(Eight weeks after that night – after work)

Octavia is pacing back and forth in my living room. The timer was next to that stupid stick even though we already knew the answer. But one can hope, right?

Octavia had come with me to buy it right after work and we just hurried to my apartment. One minute had passed since I peed and I kept biting my thumb nail nervously. It can't be. This can't happen. I can't be….

The timer goes off and Octavia flies to the pregnancy test. She picks it up and I close my eyes tightly. I don't want to know. I already know.

"Clarke…" I hear the timid voice of my best friend next to me and I finally dare to open my eyes, already filled with unshed tears "… it's positive"

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(Eight weeks and three days since that night)

"You have to call her!" Raven yells at me "dammit, Clarke… you have to tell her that her dumb ass got you knocked up. What are you going to do? She has to be responsible for this"

I sigh as Raven's red face and angry eyes stare back at me and Octavia's hand rubs up and down my back as the two of us sit on my couch. Yes, I would be upset too if it was one of them in my position. But they weren't and I didn't know what to do but calling her was not an option.

"I'll figure it out… I always do"

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(Four months since that night)

I let out a breath as my doctor finally finishes with the tests and steps back from between my legs. She gives me a big smile and tells me that everything is okay.

Everything is okay. Everything will be okay. That's what I keep telling myself every day.

At first I had been so scared. I was on my own, too scared to even tell my mom about what happened, even more so to tell my dad. Even when Raven always threatens me with telling them I know she won't. And I know she's trying to do what's best for me but now I have to figure it out on my own.

I'll figure it out, I always do. That's what I keep telling myself as my hand goes straight for my baby bump. Maybe it's a little early but I already feel like I love them.

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(Six months since that night)

So my parents know. I had to tell them. Next week I would be over for winter break and it's not like I could hide my big belly. So I told them over skype. Maybe not the smartest idea ever. My dad got so red I thought he was going to have a heart attack or his head would explode. He demanded the name of the boy who got me pregnant, he demanded why he wasn't in the picture and I just didn't know what to say.

How do you explain that you were sort of crushing over the most beautiful girl in college that had a not so little extra between her legs? How do you explain that after graduation everyone had gone partying at some club and you got too wasted and overly happy dancing with said beautiful girl? How do you explain that it was said girl last night in town and you just had to enjoy it with her, not wanting to say 'what if' in the future and that it had been the best night of your life? How do you explain that you were too much of a chicken to call her when you found out that you were pregnant?

So no, I didn't explain any of it and I just told them that I didn't know who it was. That I just had gotten too drunk one night and I couldn't remember. That yes, it had been consensual, but I didn't even remember the name of the guy.

My dad was furious and my mom was disappointed.

It would be an interesting Christmas break, that's for sure.

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(Eight months since that night)

"Where do you want this, princess?" asked Miller from the other side of the nursery.

My friends were over helping me give the final touches to the nursery. It almost made me cry when I opened the front door to my apartment and all of them pilled in bearing presents for the baby. My little boy.

Miller and Monty were currently holding a small white bookcase that seemed to be a little heavy for them

"Next to the changing table" I smiled at them and watched them work from my rocking chair, still touched by their help.

Raven walked in with a Captain America tiny blanket and placed it over the crib "Don't get used to this, princess" oh God, that annoying college nickname just would never leave me "we're doing this for squish"

I glare at her and rub my big belly "his name isn't squish" Raven just grinned at her as Octavia poked her head in the room saying that the homemade pizza was ready.

Monty quickly moved to my side and helped me get up from the rocking chair, something that was getting harder every time I sat on the damn thing. It had been a present from my mother saying she used that same chair to rock me every night after feeding me. My father had made it. It almost brought tears to my eyes when she said it and now it was the most precious possession in the apartment.

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(Eleven months after that night)

I could hear my friends moving around the house. Octavia and Raven had been staying with her since she came back from the hospital. They said it was to make sure I had help, special request from my mother, but I knew differently. I knew the two of them had fallen in love with my little boy. They always wanted to carry him, always have him in their arms. I couldn't blame them, he was the most handsome little man on earth.

My precious Jonathan Alexander Griffin. My little Jona

Since I couldn't exactly name him Woods, Lexa's last name, I decided to give him her name as his middle name.

Little Jona had finally felt satisfied with how much milk he had drink up from my boobs and now I'm rocking him trying to make him burp so he can go to sleep. I was even starting to doze off when Rae came in the room, looking at her phone

"Hey princess"

"SSShhhhhh!" I hissed at her, stopping her in her tracks. Rae's eyes widened and she mouthed a sorry

"O wants to know if you're okay with meatloaf for dinner" I nodded and shooed her away, too caught up in my little boy to even pay them any attention.

Every day he looked more and more like her. Yes, he has my blonde hair but he looks just like her. He has that same shade of green and that tiny nose. And when he looks at you is like he's looking inside your soul, just like Lexa used to.

Raven keeps telling me that I need to call Lexa, that she needs to know she's a mother. But what am I supposed to tell her? Hey Lexa, remember that time we slept together and then you took off to the other side of the country? Yeah? Well, I got pregnant and now we have a child! Congratulations!

No, I can't tell her. I'm not going to. Jona is mine and mine only. I'm a single mom.

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(Five years and nine months since that night)

"did you pick up the cake?" I practically yell into my phone. I swear I'm going crazy. Who says planning a kid's party while working and raising said kid was easy? Because it sure as hell isn't.

Jona's fifth birthday was tomorrow and I still have to buy the party hats and make sure that Captain America and Iron Man were going to show in time.

Monty had given me the number of these guys and I'm praying I won't have to kill Monty. His intentions were good but Jona was a little obsessed with the avengers and everything related to superheroes.

"Yes, Clarke" O sighed once again on the other side of the phone call "and I called your mom and she said she and your dad were going to be here tomorrow morning before the party started. She said she had a big present for Jona"

"Oh God…" I groaned and hurried up still looking for the stupid party hats "do we really need party hats, O?"

Octavia chuckled and I couldn't feel more frustrated at her right now "well… your son said he wanted them. But I guess you could go without and have those big green eyes of him give you the best puppy look you've ever seen"

"I hate you" I mumbled and keep looking. They were all about Superman and Jona loathed Superman

"It's not my fault that he has all of us wrapped around his little finger. He's evil, I'm telling you"

"HA!" I almost yell when at the back I found a bag with the avengers' themed party hats "Okay, I got them. I have to go, O. I'll call you later"

"Or don't. I still have to make the Iron Man jelly…. How in hell did I let myself agree to that?" O huffed on the other side and I just smirked

"Puppy eyes"

"Right" I hear her sigh and some noise on the background "Raven still thinks she can make him that Iron Man suit. She's hellbent on building it and be proclaimed the favorite aunt"

"Tell her that she better not. I don't want my little boy blowing up with one of Raven's experiments"

"Hey!" O chastise me and I just laugh

"You know it's kinda true"

"And I also know that my woman is the best damn engineer out there and she can build anything she wants"

"Tell her babe!" I could hear Raven in the background and I could just shake my head at those two

"Really, I have to go. I'll call you later"

"Sure, take care princess"

I hang up the phone and stand in line to pay for these stupid party hats. I'm there reading the cover of a magazine when suddenly I hear my name being called right behind me. I turn around and freeze right there. Because right there, right in front of me are those green eyes. The same shade green eyes that stare at me every night asking for more juice or to read them another story before bed. Same green eyes that looked at her almost six years ago that fateful night that changed my life forever

"Wow… Clarke… it's good to see you… I was expecting to run into you now that I'm back. I heard you still lived here"

And I just stare at her, at Lexa. Still as beautiful and still as majestic. Standing there in a pair of jeans and a button up shirt tucked in her pants smiling at me as if nothing had happened. As if we were not bound for life from my little man with the same shade of green eyes and that same tiny nose.

"Lexa…" I say her name practically in a breath "… hi"

AN2 - So... should I continue? do you want to see something happening? Do you want to be my beta! hit me up if so :)