I had this idea while writing the last chapter and just had to put Clarke through a little bit of embarrassment :) I love her, but this chapter has had me particularly inspired to write this chapter far faster than I have updated this fic before. Maybe she needs more drunken nights out and morning after shame...

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"There's nothing like a nice refreshing morning is there?"

Clarke had always had vivid dreams. She could hear the people in her dreams, actually hear their soft voices, as if they were whispering secrets to her that noone else could hear. She could feel a presence next to her. She could smell the flowers, or her father's cologne, or the freshly brewed coffee that was currently warming her hands quite perfectly. She could almost feel the sunlight hitting her for the first time that day, as if the curtains were being drawn back.

Wait. Was this really a dream?

Clarke didn't dare open her eyes, instead using her foot to gingerly feel around the bed. There was definitely an indent to her right, but not a huge one. Maybe Raven had crashed in her room last night? Maybe Octavia didn't stay the night like Clarke had assumed she would? Clarke risked opening her eyes, only slightly, to a squint, and jumped out of her skin at the sight of Raven most definitely not next to her, instead standing over her.

"Morning Sunshine! Brought you some coffee, thought you'd need it after last night." Raven winked.

Clarke risked a look to her right. She saw a mass of dark curls. Oh crap.

Clarke turned her head slowly back to face Raven. "I didn't… Did I?" Clarke tried to keep her voice as low as possible.

Raven opened her mouth to answer as the woman next to Clarke began to stir. Panicked, Clarke decided to slowly get up, not trying to wake the woman. She had a sneaking suspicion who she had woken up next to but wasn't completely sure what had happened. Sure, she was wearing her knickers and cropped tshirt, but they weren't exactly modest. Clarke felt the shame of the night descend on her, mentally telling herself that she was stupid to have gotten herself into such a state and what the hell was she doing with her life. She was grateful that Raven was used to her sleeping attire, because she sure as hell didn't need any sarcastic comments right now.

Clarke opened her door as quietly as she could, and almost walked straight into Octavia.

"Oh crap!"

"Shh!" Clarke looked manic, her eyes wide. She pushed Octavia gently, making the brunette take a step back, allowing Raven room to follow and shut the door quietly behind her.

"So, it looks like you two had a good night." Octavia smiled, taking in Clarke's outfit. She turned to Raven. "I told you those two would get on well, didn't I?"

"What?" Clarke looked between the two women, who seemed to be sharing a secret. "What do you mean you told her I would get on well with…?"

"Oh Griff." Raven shook her head in mock disappointment. "Don't tell me you've forgotten the name of the woman you fell into bed with?"

Clarke stood, paralysed with shock. It took her a moment to collect her thoughts. "You guys are telling me that the woman in my bed is-"

"Ooh, don't finish that yet!" Raven turned to Octavia, eyes wide in excitement. "We're about to see Clarkey admit her feelings finally!"

"What?" Clarke raised an eyebrow.

Octavia smiled. "Raven and I had a little theory. How about we talk about it over breakfast? You need to start getting ready for work."

Clarke glanced at the clock. It was quarter past 6, right on time for her to be stepping into the shower for work. Clarke nodded and turned to move towards the bathroom. She froze a moment later, and turned on her heel.

"Wait. Why are you two up so early?"

Raven and Octavia exchanged a glance and a smile. Raven looked Clarke dead in the eye, while Octavia's cheeks flushed ever so slightly. Clarke would never have suspected she was the blushing type.

"Well, Griff, you're not the only woman in this apartment capable of having all night fun with the ladies, if you know what I mean…"

Clarke turned and hurried to the bathroom. As she locked the door, she resolved to have an early start at work this morning. If she took her make up with her, and just threw her hair up today, she could be at her desk by 7. Clarke looked herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. Was she really becoming one of those people who would hurry into work to avoid another problem? She spat out the toothpaste and reached for her mouthwash. Yes, yes she was.

As she stepped into the shower, and let the hot water run over her body, Clarke felt the initial adrenaline from the morning drain from her body, running straight down the plughole with the soap suds. Instead, she was coated in pure mortification. Clarke couldn't believe what she had done, resting her forehead against the tiles on the wall.

"Clarke, you are so fucking stupid sometimes. Why would you even do that? Seriously you need to just stop doing things."

"Excuse me?"

Clarke heard a familiar voice through the door and froze in horror. She hadn't expected anyone to hear her talk to herself over the running water. Raven had never mentioned hearing her before, so Clarke assumed that she was always quiet enough to not be heard. Now she had not only embarrassed herself with last night, but she had been outed as a complete weirdo. Clarke opened her mouth in a silent scream, before shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower. She wrapped herself in her towel and grabbed her clothes, taking a moment to compose herself before unlocking the door.

"Morning, Clarke."

Clarke blushed furiously. She did not imagine Lexa Woods seeing her in less clothes than socially acceptable in the street in this scenario. Clarke had hoped (but would never admit to Raven or Octavia) that it would have been more along the lines of some kissing, maybe some dirty talk and definitely fingers exploring-

"I thought I heard something… Are you alright?" Lexa looked genuinely concerned.

Clarke nodded. "I just got a little bit of shampoo in my eye." Clarke threw her hands up in the air and smiled. "You know how it is!"

Lexa smiled. "I do."

"So…" Clarke gazed into Lexa's eyes. "I should… um…" She pointed at her room.

"Go. Get ready." Lexa nodded, slipping past her into the bathroom.

Clarke could feel two pairs of eyes on her. She turned to look at Octavia and Raven, who had seen the whole interaction with Lexa. Octavia had an almost sad look on her face. Raven, on the other hand, was loving it.

"Smooth, Clarke." Raven grinned.

Clarke scowled at her roommate as she walked past, hating that Raven was right.

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Clarke emerged from her room only 15 minutes later, hair up, make up bag in hand and on the prowl for some coffee. Sure, Raven had let her smell the coffee, but she hadn't blessed her with a cup of her own. Clarke was considering demoting Raven from number 1 awesome roommate to just number 1 mediocre roommate. There were things that couldn't be compromised in life, and for Clarke, coffee was one of them. She put her make up bag safe in her handbag, determined to not forget it, before going in search of some caffeinated goodness.

Clarke didn't have to search far. Apparently her need for caffeine was so great that Clarke had developed some sort of magnetic power that brought her coffee to her. That magnetic power may otherwise have been known as Lexa.

"Here." Lexa handed Clarke the cup of steamy goodness, made to meet Clarke's exact idea of coffee perfection. Clarke nodded her thanks, choosing to sip rather than speak.

"So, Raven and Octavia said you work over in the Easttree area?" Lexa watched Clarke with her drink.

Clarke nodded again. "Yes. At Exodus Ltd."

"Oh, I've heard about them. You guys design and produce the packaging for a quite a few local companies, right?"

Clarke nodded slowly, with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"I bet you're one of their best designers." Lexa smiled.

Clarke shook her head furiously. "No, no! I don't design!..." Clarke looked down at her drink, suddenly embarrassed about how she had reacted to Lexa's question. "The design team is a group that has worked together for years. I just make spreadsheets."

Lexa furrowed her brow. "What a waste of talent… They don't know what they're missing, Clarke."

"Really?" Clarke looked back up at Lexa.

"Really." Lexa nodded.

The two stood there for a moment, in comfortable silence. Clarke allowed herself to get lost in the silence, forgetting about the awkward mistakes she had made when talking to Lexa. It was only when Raven came out of the living room that the silence was broken.

"Um, work?" Raven's eyebrows were high, her hands thrown up in the air.

"Shit!" Clarke grabbed her bag and turned for the front door. She stopped when she felt a hand grab hers.

"Wait." Clarke turned to see it was Lexa who had reached for her. "Clarke, you're getting a taxi with me. I live over in that direction. I need to go and get changed before heading into work and there is no way you're driving after last night. You're probably still way over the limit."

"But how will I get home?" Clarke's voice was higher than normal when she spoke, being slightly frustrated with herself for being late.

"I'll bring you home." Lexa smiled, before dropping Clarke's hand to dial the number of a local taxi company. Clarke couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed. "It's the least I can do after you let me crash here."

"That was no trouble, really." Clarke rushed to get her words out.

"But I appreciate it." Lexa touched Clarke's arm again. "I want to say thank you, so let me help you out."

Clarke nodded. "Okay."