A/N: Okay, first off, I'm truly sorry that it took this long to post another chapter. I've just been swamped with end of the year homework, projects, and upcoming final exams and I haven't had the time to sit down and write for this fic. Despite that, I'm in between exams at the moment and I thought that I'd crank out a new chapter while I'm waiting.

This prompt came from user djyxa on AO3: Clarke wants all the windows open and Lexa's wrapped in the furs like a burrito and still Clarke feels like their room isn't cold enough

Clarke tossed and turned from side to side as she tried to make herself comfortable, a feat which was seemingly impossible that night. No matter where she moved on the bed or how she fidgeted, she just couldn't get cool enough.

Looking over at her wife, who was sound asleep, she huffed quietly, envious of the fact that Lexa was able to keep a stable body temperature just then. Clarke rested a hand on her prominent baby bump and glared down at her stomach, silently willing the hormones flying around in her body would calm the fuck down so that she could stop feeling like she was baking in an oven. It was the middle of winter, for God's sake!

Sighing, Clarke resigned herself to having to get up from the bed. She walked over to every one of their windows and thrust the shutters open, delighting in the chilly air that rolled in. Making her way back to the bed, she carefully laid down so as not to disrupt Lexa's peaceful slumber. The instant her head hit her pillow, she was out like a light.

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When Clarke woke up once again, the sun had still not risen and it was still dark outside. It took her a moment to fully realize just what exactly had caused her to wake up and when she did, she nearly cried. Her body still felt like it would never be normal temperature again. She glanced over to check that the windows remained open, and yes, they did. So why was she so hot?

Clarke sighed in frustration before removing herself from the furs. She went over to a cushioned chair and quietly carried it over to one of the windows. Thankfully, it was pretty light in weight. Doing the same with another chair, she turned them so that they were facing each other, but parallel to the open window. Sitting down in one, she propped her feet up on the other across from her and scooted her butt down so that she was semi-reclined.

It wasn't the most comfortable set up, but at least she was closer to the cold air coming in from the outside. She closed her tired eyes and drifted off to what would surely be a fitful sleep in her position.

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The sun streaming in through the window was what interrupted her sleep next. She glanced outside and saw that it was just past dawn, the city of Polis below beginning to stir. Placing a hand on her stomach, she whispered to the baby, "Well, goufa, I guess that's the most sleep I'm gonna get today."

As she moved to sit up, she realized that her back and neck were incredibly stiff and sore and her butt was practically asleep on her as it tingled with numbness. Rolling her shoulders, she tilted her head from side to side as she tried to work out the kinks that had formed over the past few hours. Clarke stood up from her make-shift bed and winced at an ache in her back, her hand coming behind her to rub it gingerly. She went over and quietly shut each of the windows, thankful that her body no longer felt like it was burning up, before starting a fire in the brazier.

When she looked over at the bed where her wife slept, she nearly burst out laughing at the sight. Lexa, it seemed, had taken all of the furs there and tightly wrapped herself in them. The only thing that Clarke could see sticking out of the mass of blankets was her face, and even that was still partially obscured. Padding over to her, Clarke gently shook her awake, knowing Lexa wanted to be up around dawn that day anyway.

Lexa opened her eyes and squinted as they adjusted to the amount of light in the room. "Clarke?" she mumbled sleepily.

Clarke bit her lip as she smiled. Lexa looked absolutely adorable all wrapped up in the furs. It made her seem smaller than she already was. "Yeah, Lexa, it's me. It's time to get up. You have a bunch of meetings and stuff to deal with today."

As Lexa yawned and sat up, she pulled the furs tighter around her.

"Are you—" Clarke broke off with a giggle. "Are you cold, love?"

"Just a bit," she replied wryly. "I woke up some time ago and it was freezing in here. I rolled over and tried to move closer to you, but you weren't in bed. When I looked for you, you were laying in those two chairs over there," she said as she nodded in their direction.

Clarke's expression was one of sympathy and pity. "If you were so cold, then why didn't you just get up and shut the windows?"

Lexa shrugged. "I knew that you needed them open. You had mentioned that you had been getting these…what did you call them? Hot flashes?" At Clarke's nod of confirmation, she continued. "Yes, you'd been getting these hot flashes throughout the day and they were making you extremely uncomfortable. I just figured that you were getting them again last night and needed the cold air."

"Lexa," her wife breathed in awe.

"I would gladly take an ice cold room at night if it meant that you were content."

Just as the final word left her mouth, Clarke was leaning down and pressing their lips together. The fact that Lexa was willing to freeze her ass off at night just so that Clarke could maintain a comfortable body temperature made her fall in love with her wife just a little bit more.

As Clarke worked to untangle Lexa from the confines of the furs, Lexa nipped at her bottom lip and pulled her down to straddle her own lap.

"You might be a little late for those meetings of yours," Clarke told her while she trailed her lips down the side of Lexa's neck, sucking at the soft skin.

Lexa shivered as the blonde reached a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear.

Clarke chuckled as she felt it and said teasingly, "Oh, you must still be so cold, baby. Well don't you worry; I'm gonna make sure get really warmed up." Sliding down the length of Lexa's body, she removed the sleeping pants her wife wore in the winter and began worshipping her with her tongue.

As Lexa's eyes rolled to the back of her head, she couldn't help but think that this was so worth the long, freezing night she'd just endured.

Trigedasleng Translations:

Goufa: baby, child