Catch Me, I'm Falling

January : Part I

"Mmm. God, Clarke, right...there....yes..." Lexa's whimpers were barely audible from her guest house, in the later hours of the morning following the New Year's Eve party. Specifically, the night where she made out with Clarke Griffin.

"Hey, Lex?" Anya knocked. "I was wondering if I can borrow you hairbrush, mine's kind of broken."

Sunlight filtered through slits in Lexa's window, coloring the white duvet with a warm orangey glow. Lexa, ever the romantic, had chosen a hell of a bachelorette pad, considering that she was living with her family.

Anya heard no immediate response. Shrugging, she shouldered her way into Lexa's bedroom, pausing when she heard a muffled cry of "Ohhh!"

Lexa's groan subsided, as did the minute rocking of her hips under the duvet as she breathed a short, "Fuck, Clarke."

Anya's brows shot up as her eyes widened. "Holy shit." She couldn't help the response as she uttered it. "You're fucking Clarke Griffin? I can't believe-"

Lexa's emerald eyes cracked open, and Anya realized, then, that she'd made a grave mistake. Clarke Griffin was not under the duvet with Lexa.

Lexa had been dreaming.

Quite successfully, it seemed.

"Anya?!' Lexa shot up, made a face, and yanked the duvet over her. "What the fuck?"

"Oh my god." Anya covered her eyes, wincing. "You did NOT just-"

"What do you want?" Lexa ground out, feeling invaded on so many levels. She didn't want to admit that she really wanted that dream to come true. Clarke had all of her senses heightened to the extremes.

"I..a hair brush." Anya coughed uncomfortably. "I take it last night went well? I saw the body shots."

Lexa turned beet red, but her heart fluttered. "We made out...A lot." She grinned.

Anya cocked a brow. "You've got it bad. You're happy about just making out?"

Lexa nodded eagerly. "An, you don't get it. I'm just happy she likes me as much as I like her."

Anya's jaw dropped at Lexa's sappy display. "What? Where the hell is playboy Alexandria Woods?"

Lexa rolled her eyes. "I kissed Clarke." She whispered, mostly to herself, a smile spreading on her high, sculpted cheeks. "I held her, and we kissed, and we cuddled under the stars."

"Wow." Anya snorted. "That's...really gay."

"My hairbrush is in the bathroom." Lexa grunted, coming down from her high. "Go in there so I can...change, at least."

Anya made a face of disgust. "So, you're gonna see her tomorrow. That's cool."

Lexa's heart did somersaults in her chest as she leapt out of bed, quickly discarding her clothes in favor of a clean pair of sweats and a t shirt. "I know." She murmured, pulling her hair into a quick ponytail. "Do I...text her? Or...is that desperate?"

Anya scoffed from the bathroom, brushing out her locks. "I don't know, what am I, the love guru? Oh, wait, based on how whipped Bellamy and Raven are for me...I am." Anya smirked.

Lexa scowled. "Bellamy took Clarke to bed last night." She grumbled.

Anya smirked. "You're jealous?"

Lexa rolled her eyes. "No. Yes. Clarke's face was...right here." She motioned to the crook of her neck. "I had her. She was warm, and safe, in my jacket- which she still has, by the way. I don't see why I couldn't have taken her home."