Finally, Finally, Finally

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"I grab your hand and then we run to the car
Singing in the street and playing air guitar
Stuck between my teeth just like a candy bar
And I wonder if it goes too far to say

"I've never recognized a purer face
You stopped me in my tracks and put me right in my place
Used to think that loving meant a painful chase
But you're right here now and I think you'll stay"

-

Lexa has been sleeping over. Often. Very often.

Clarke and Raven are in her kitchen baking a cake for Clarke's mom's birthday dinner tomorrow when Raven makes a comment about it.

Clarke is at the counter, cracking eggs into a bowl. Raven dismisses herself momentarily to check her phone, which she left in her coat pocket, which she left draped over the living room couch. It's then, while she's crouched over fumbling around in her pockets looking for it that she notices a pair of Clarke's pajamas sitting on the coffee table. They're neatly folded, and a little note is tucked under them.

Raven, who has never had a sense of boundaries and probably never will, picks up the note. The second she sees who it's from, she smiles wide and walks around the couch, reading the note in her hand. Out loud.

"'Thanks for letting me borrow these. Sorry I took them home! I washed them for you.'" Clarke's eyes go wide and she turns around, an egg in her hand. She glares at Raven, "Aww. She put a heart and signed her name. How cute."

"Raven!"

"I see you, Griffin. Has Lexa been sleeping here?" Clarke quickly washes her hands and snatches the note from Raven's hands.

"No," She says, defensive, "Yes. Not all the time."

Raven gasps, "But she does often?"

Clarke says nothing.

Raven leans back and crosses her arms, looking at Clarke with a knowing smirk, "Oh, no. You've got it bad. I can see it in your eyes!"

"No. Nope," Clarke throws her hands into the air as she moves around Raven, grabbing the pajamas off the table and heading back to her bedroom to drop them off, along with the note. She calls back over her shoulder, "I don't have anything!"

Raven gasps again, this time much more dramatic since Clarke is partly out of earshot, "Yes you do! You totally like her!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Clarke rolls her eyes as she re-enters the kitchen, getting back to work on the eggs. When she's done, she disposes of the shells in the trash bin.

"Oh, come on. Why are you wasting your energy lying to me right now?" Raven raises both brows. Clarke's shoulders drop and her head tilts, her mouth dropping open slightly. She closes her eyes and pinches her nose.

"Fine! I like her! Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Raven smirks, moving beside where Clarke has begun setting up the electric mixing bowl, "Yes. Thank you." Clarke runs her hands over her face before plugging the device in, clearly annoyed. Raven leans closer, "So... tell me about it."

Clarke glares at her. Raven pumps her brows at Clarke suggestively. Clarke sighs so heavily she can feel her chest stretching to fit all the air she inhales. Raven is her best friend. And Clarke desperately needs to talk about this...

"Fine. Okay," Raven claps her hands together excitedly, eyes wide as she stares directly at Clarke. It had been awhile since Clarke's last relationship (three years to be exact), and she had been trying to get Clarke to get back into the "game" as she always called it.