The next four days consisted of Clarke coming to the hospital in the morning before school, just to kiss her girlfriend, then after school going back to spend the rest of the day till Abby forced her to go home.

"One of our teachers gave me your homework," Clarke said getting the papers out of her bookbag.

"What?" Lexa asked, "I have homework."

"Did you really think that you'd be off the hook till you went back to school?"

"Maybe."

Clarke smiled as she shook her head at her girlfriend then sat on the bed, "It's easy, trust me if I'm saying it's easy, it has to be. I also wrote some notes down for you."

"Awww you made notes for me?"

"Umm yeah, they're not as neat as yours. I don't understand how you do it with the different pens and listening to the teacher. I think I had a brain aneurysm trying to write everything down and color coat specific stuff." Clarke said making Lexa laugh.

"I'm sure they're fine, everything you do is perfect."

After they did the work Clarke decided to draw, saying how she needed to draw because she couldn't during school since she was taking notes. As she drew Lexa took a nap, which ended in Clarke drawing Lexa.

"Fuck," Lexa mumbled in her sleep making the blonde look up at her. "Clarke." Clarke looked at Lexa confused as the brunette's eyebrows scrunched together, only realizing what was happening as she saw Lexa's hips canted up and her hand fist the sheets. "Fuck Clarke," Lexa said letting out a little moan. Clarke's jaw dropped as she continued to watch the brunette's hips roll up while the softest, quietest moans and whimpers come from her slightly parted lips. "Oh god baby...please don't...fu- fuck...don't stop Clarke," Lexa begged barely above a whisper. She turned her face into the pillow, face flushed, breathing heavy, as she let out an almost silent moan. Soon after she loosened her grip to the sheets, her breathing started to even out, and her hips stilled.

Lexa's eyes fluttered open to see Clarke staring at her, wide-eyed in shock.

"W- what?" Lexa asked nervously.

Clarke's shocked face slowly turned into a smirk making Lexa even more confused.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Did you have a nice dream?"

"W- What are, what are you talking about?"

"You are so lucky I was the only one in here."

"Wh- why?"

"Because apparently, I can make you cum in your dreams too."

"I- I- I don't know w- what you're talking about." Lexa stuttered.

"Yes you do, and you can't call me the pervy one anymore, you're definitely the perv in this relationship."

"I- I- N- No I'm not."

"I mean seriously it's been what, five days, since the last time we had sex. Was that too long for you're little sex-crazed mind that you had a wet dream?"

"N- no I didn't."

"Lexa, I saw you practically humping the air and heard you moaning."

"What?"

"Yeah, it was extremely hot. Now, what were you dreaming about that made you moan my name."

"I- umm, I- I-," Lexa stuttered as she thought about her dream. Clarke taking her with a strap on, one of the blonde's hands pinning Lexa's hands above her head, her other hand around her neck lightly squeezing, as Lexa had her legs wrapped around Clarke's waist, moaning into the kiss, while their breasts dragged against each other. "I- umm, n- no."

"No what?"

"I can't tell you."

"That's not fair, I told you about Bell and Murphy."

"I- I- umm," Lexa stuttered and thought some more about the dream. Clarke taking one of Lexa's nipples into her mouth, sucking then softly biting as she tugged on it. Clarke's hand going back to Lexa's neck, tightening her grip as she looked down at the green lust-filled eyes. Lexa's own eyes rolling to the back of her head before Clarke tells her to look at her, coming around the blonde's strap, as Clarke murmurs filthy nonsense into her ear between nips and sucks along her neck and jaw. "I- uh, I can't. I'm sorry, I- I can't. Uhhh, so, what, umm, what were you drawing?" Lexa asked trying to change the subject.

"Oh, it's not finished yet. Kinda got distracted watching you." Clarke said as she turned the drawing towards Lexa.

"I love it." Lexa said with a big smile.

"Keep it." Clarke started to hand the drawing to Lexa, but pulled her hand back, "Actually, tell me what the dream was about then I'll give it to you."

"I- umm, no." Lexa said shaking her head.

"Then no drawing." Clarke said making Lexa pout, "Fine here, only because your pouty face makes you look like a little cutie and I can't say no."

A smile spread across Lexa's face as she put the drawing on the table next to her, "Thank you."

"I'm hungry, want anything from the vending machine?"

"You need actual food, not chips and candy."

"When did you turn into my mom?"

"I'm serious."

"Fine, am I allowed to order a falafel wrap?"

"Yeah, can you get me a greek salad?"

"Of course." Clarke then gave Lexa a kiss.

15 minutes later Clarke's mom came in to check on Lexa and also to tell Clarke her food was at the front desk. While Clarke was gone Lexa started getting a bunch of texts from the blonde.

🥰

BABE

BABE

BABE LOOK AT THEM

I CAN'T

THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE

MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THE CUTENESS

HE'S JUST VIBING BY HIMSELF

I CAN'T TAKE IT

I WANT HIM SO BAD

"Why is Clarke showing me a bunch of dog videos?" Lexa asked Abby.

"Oh no, she found them." Abby said looking at the texts.

"Huh?"

"Twice a year some puppies from the animal shelter come to the hospital, so people will adopt them. And every time since Clarke was five she's been begging me to adopt one."

"Why won't you let her have one?"

"She's irresponsible and immature, and she'll probably get bored of the dog."

"You know she's not five anymore right? She's eighteen. I mean if she's responsible enough to pay attention in school and take notes for me, which I don't think she's ever done before, I think she's capable of taking care of a dog."

"LEXA DID YOU SEE THE VIDEOS!" Clarke yelled as she ran into the room with a puppy in her hand and a nurse behind her, caring Clarke's food. "LOOK AT HOW FUCKING CUTE THIS PUPPY IS!"

"Clarke, how'd you find them?" Abby asked.

"Cece brought me to them." She said gesturing towards the nurse.

"Cece!"

"I'm sorry, you know I can't say no to Clarke. What kind of godmother would I be if I said no."

"A bad one." Clarke answered as she sat down next to Lexa with the puppy in her hand, "Mom his name is Picasso, we have to keep him. He's a whittle artist."

"Clarke we ca-"

"Before you say no look Picasso in his sad puppy dog eyes and tell him that we can't have him." Clarke said putting the golden retriever in her mom's face.

"Fine," her mother sighed.

"WAIT REALLY?"

"Yes, but you have to take care of him. Walk him, feed him, brush him, bathe him, I'm not doing any of it."

"Thank you so much mom. I promise I will."

"Don't thank me, thank Lexa."

"Why?" Both girls asked in unison.

"Because without realizing, she kind of convinced me that you're responsible enough to take care of a dog."

"Really?" Both girls asked.

Abby nodded her head and Clarke kissed Lexa, "Thank you baby."

As if on cue Lexa's family came in, only witnessing Clarke and Lexa smiling at each other like idiots and a puppy in Clarke's hands.

"OH MY GOD ITS A PUPPY!" Aden yelled jumping up and down also scaring the two girls, "CLARKE IS HE YOURS?"

"Y- yeah. My mom just let me get him."

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