"LEXA! LEXA! LEXAAA!" Clarke yelled as she ran into the brunette's room.

"Shhhh," Lexa shushed as she turned over in her bed.

"Why are you asleep?"

"Shhhh, I liked you better when you were a chipmunk, less yelling."

"Whatever, now why are you sleeping?"

"Tired, practice kicked my butt."

"How if your ass is as fine as ever?" Clarke asked as she pulled the blanket back. Clarke smirked as she saw that Lexa must have been too tired to finish changing after her shower since she only had a shirt and underwear on, as she laid on her stomach. "Yup, just as I suspected, as fine as ever."

Lexa mumbled something as she started to fall back to sleep before letting out a small quiet moan when she felt Clarke smack her butt. Clarke didn't mean to make Lexa moan, she did it to get the brunette's attention, but when she heard Lexa moan her smirk turned into a smile at the possibility that she found out another one of Lexa's kinks. She decided to smack her again a little harder to see if she could get the same response. Lexa moaned into her pillow as her butt moved up trying to feel more.

"Oh, so you like that? Does it turn you on?" Clarke asked.

"Yeah," Lexa mumbled into the pillow still half asleep, before popping her head up. "Wait, what did I just agree to?"

"That getting your ass slapped turns you on."

"I- umm, I- I- I don't know. I umm, I've never uhh, no one has ever done that before...to me, of course."

"Mmm, maybe we should try it one day. You could lay on your stomach while I smack that pretty little ass of yours until it's nice and red," Clarke whispered making Lexa blush.

"I- I- umm, I- uhh o- okay, wait no I wasn't agreeing to that, I was just umm, what- what uhh, why are you here?" Lexa asked trying to change the subject.

"I hope you know we'll be talking about this later. And what, I can't see my lovely girlfriend without a reason?"

"No, you said earlier today you wouldn't be coming over, and shhh, my mum's home."

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I thought she was at work."

"It's fine, she didn't run in here so I'm about ninety-nine percent positive she didn't here."

Clarke got up and locked the door before getting under the blanket with Lexa and giving her a small kiss. "So, I'm here because look what I got!"

"What is that?" Lexa asked looking up at the white envelopes Clarke was waving around.

"Our letters," Clarke said handing two of the five to Lexa.

"Wait, why do you have three? What other college did you apply to?"

"Umm, so yeah I kind of sent a portfolio to Polis school of Art, but I doubt I got in."

"You're crazy, you've seen your art, right? You obviously got in."

"Okay, well let's not jinx it. Which do you wanna open first?"

"Mmm, TonDC? I mean I feel like it's a given that we got in since it's a state community college, literally everyone gets in."

"Why do you feel like trying to jinx everything today?"

"I'm not, I just-"

"Shh, just stop talking and open your damn letters."

The two girls opened their letters saying they both got accepted. They then opened the letters from the college they applied to in new york, both not thinking they'd actually get in, but did.

"Here you open it," Clarke said handing Lexa the letter.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean didn't you say I was jinxing everything?"

"Your right," Clarke said taking the letter back, "I'll open it even though your nasty ass little fingers probably already messed it up."

Clarke opened the letter and immediately started freaking out. "BITCH, I GOT IN! Oh my god, I fucking got in! How the hell did I do that? What the fuck?"

"Because your art is fucking amazing."

"Girls language!" Lexa's mom yelled from the other side of the door.

"MUM!" Lexa yelled as she ran to the door before realizing she wasn't wearing pants and wrapped herself in a blanket. "MUM CLARKE GOT INTO POLIS SCHOOL OF ART!"

"Congratulations?" Anya said confused as to why the girls were so excited.

"Mum, you don't understand that's like the second-best art school there is. And Clarke got in!"

"Oh, wow, really? Congratulations Clarke, I didn't know you could draw."

"She's amazing and does everything, she paints, draws, does photography, pottery. Umm, she drew that, and that, and that, she painted that, and that, umm oh and she made those in pottery," Lexa said pointing to some art pieces that Clarke had given her.

"Oh, well congratulations Clarke, I mean it."

"Why the hell was she so nice to me?" Clarke whispered once Lexa's mom left.

"I don't know, but that's like progress, right? I mean she's being nice to you, so that's good."

"Yeah, maybe she finally got over me calling her a homophobic piece of shit."

"I- I don't know about that, but maybe she's trying."

"Maybe, but just so you know, bragging about all the art I made you made it seem like we're dating or we both have crushes on each other."

"I- I- oh my god, do you think she knows?"

"Probably not, now calm down and go lock the door so we can cuddle some more please."

Once Lexa got in bed they faced each other, smiling as they held hands.

"So, what school are we going to? New York or TonDC?" Clarke asked.

"What do you mean? You're obviously going to Polis, and I'll go to TonDC since it's the closest."

"But it's almost four hours away, I mean I'll probably have to live on campus because that would be an eight-hour drive every day."

"Okay, and we can make that work."

"How?"

"I can go there on the weekends or you can come home on the weekends."

"I can't go from spending every day with you to spending almost every day apart. I spend every day with you, like we go to school together then I come here or you go to my house. I can't just stop seeing you."

"Wow, I can't believe we're not sick on each other. Also, we can facetime every night. We can even go to sleep together and wake up together."

"How?"

"We keep facetime on while we sleep. We can plug our phones or computers in so they don't die and the first thing we'll see in the morning is each other."

"Okay, but that's not the same and you know that. I won't be able to hug you a-and kiss you and feel you. If you're going to TonDC I'll go there too."

"I'm not letting you. You know they don't have a good art program."

"I'll do medicine, that's what my mom wants me to major in any way."

"But that's not what you want. You want to be a famous artist, what better than going to the second-best art school in the country and learning as much as you can?"

"I rather do something I hate if it means I get to be with you."

"But you'll still get to be with me. Every weekend, and every day I have off I'll visit, and every day we'll text and facetime. Now stop making it sound like I'm moving back to Australia or something. It's only four hours."

"Four hours there and four hours back, that's a total of eight hours."

"Okay, well we better get jobs for gas money then."

"Lexa I'm not going."

"Yes you are, and I swear if you say you're not going one more time I'll call your mom, who you know will force you to go there."

"Fine, I- I'll think about it."

"You have 45 minutes to think about it," Lexa said as she looked at the time on her phone, "and the answer better be your going to Polis."

"Why only 45 minutes?"

"Because that's when my alarm for me to wake up goes off. So I'm gonna go back to sleep while you think about all the reasons why you should go."

As Lexa slept, wrapped around the blonde, Clarke decided to make a pros and cons list about going to Polis. And when Lexa woke up she showed it to her.

being four hours away from lexa

four hours away from mom

not sleeping with lexa

not being with lexa

not hugging lexa

not hearing lexa

not kissing lexa

not feeling lexa

NO LEXA

learning more about art

possibly working with amazing art teachers

working with talented art students

becoming a better artist

maybe better sex with lexa since we'll be apart for so long

"See, there are so many reasons not to go."

"Not being able to hug, kiss, feel, hear, and sleep with me all mean not being able to be with me. And being four hours away from me and your mom would be one thing too. So no, really there's only two cons and four pros, which means there are more pros."

"There are five pros," Clarke said correcting Lexa.

"I'm not counting better sex as a pro."

"Why not?"

"Because that's not a reason to go to Polis."

"Fine."

"So now that you know the pros and cons will you please agree to Polis."

"I- I- okay."

"REALLY?"

"Yes, I wanna go, I just have to make sure my mom is okay with it."

"YOU'RE GOING TO POLIS!" Lexa yelled before kissing Clarke. "I'm so proud of you."

"I love you so fucking much," Clarke said before giving Lexa a kiss.

"Clarke, do you understand your going to Polis school of fucking art? You're gonna be the best artist there, and I'm gonna be your number one supporter."

"As I said before, I love you so fucking much."

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