Eyes Are the High-Light of Her Night
The thrumming bass of the music makes her bones hum, and the laughter and chatter of the people around her sharpens her focus, in her hunt for the one she searches for. There is something beautiful about the beat of music and the stomp of feet and the cheer of laughter, all trapped in one night club on one heavily popular avenue full of lights so bright the sky is always in a state of morning. But she doesn't care about any of that, not when she's on a mission to find her.
One sentence, all she's ever heard is one sentence from her.
"Come and find me at Skai's,"
She came. But where could she possibly be in these throngs of inebriated, excited people?
So, the hunt began. She prowled through the crowd, ignoring the hungry gazes of those who only desired a quick fling, and nothing more. They were mainly from women, surprisingly enough. She supposed she just gave off the complete lesbian vibe, what with her black dare she say muscle shirt, showing off bulging biceps coated in smooth, tan skin that was, on her right side, wrapped in a curling tribal dragon, its body a flaming mass of black waves and sharp, perfect angles. Tight jeans, with the ends hidden beneath red Vaider shoes, slightly scuffed from a slip up yesterday while heading to work on her board. That was the beauty of working at a Bull-Kru Rehab Facility. You raise and care for Pit Bulls, so who gives a shit what you wear or how you get there?
She didn't mind the gazes, but when a busty blonde with dull brown eyes, coated in a gleam formed by alcohol, all but forced her weight on her, she had had enough. She twirled the blonde around and pushed her into the arms of the boy that had been cheering her on. No doubt her boyfriend, seeing as five seconds later, he had his tongue down her throat. Her upper lip curls in disgust, she was never one for extreme PDA, nor letting her partner thrust herself upon a stranger.
Now, she was even more determined to find her.
She ignored offers of drinks and promises of nice nights and good times. Nothing would distract her from finding that woman.
It took her a half hour and twenty offers of drinks from strangers before she caught sight of those eyes. In the mass of bodies moving either in time or sadly against the flow of the music, sparkling, rich blue eyes caught her own, and her breathe caught. Within those eyes she swore she could find the meaning of the Universe, the meaning of Life, the meaning of everything. Within those blue orbs rested singular droplets that made up the blue ocean that swirled within. Each droplet was an experience, an emotion, a reflection, a devotion to someone once loved, still loved, once cared, or still cared for. She wanted to know of them all.
By the stars, when her eyes twinkled it was as though the stars themselves escaped the night sky, fought their way through the blinding artificial lights surrounding the club, only to seek protection in the swirling blue mass of those eyes.
She had known her for the better part of five minutes in the entirety of her twenty-seven year old life. Four years service in the Marines, then Bull-Kru for the past year and a half, and yet she had never seen eyes like that. Eyes had always been the high light of her days. To come across a pair that showed a persons life, as though they were a reel of tape depicting their adventures or lack of such, was a perfect way to begin, end, continue, or treasure a day.
She was entranced by the blue oceans, blue galaxies that resided on her fair-skinned face. She gravitated towards them, unable to help herself.
When she comes close, all she can say is an almost hoarse, slightly confident, "Hi."
The beautiful woman giggles, and her eyes twinkle again, for more stars have escaped the night sky to find refuge in her eyes, and they twinkle in gratitude. "Hi to you too, Lexa. Glad to see you've finally found me."
The music, the leers, the cheers, the screams and the laughter cannot touch them, for they are in their own private bubble. Time slows, and then it comes to a stop, because it is what they both desire, and the stars in her beautiful blue orbs and the ones in Lexa's own grant them their identical wish.
Her voice has a gentle husk to it that makes her all the more alluring, and the way her eyes shine-not from alcohol, no, from the stars within her eyes-is mesmerizing, and she knows right then, that she would be content just staring into those eyes for the rest of her life, learning about every drop that makes up the ocean that forms those blue orbs.
Her clothes match her beautiful eyes. Her shirt and shoes are deep, rich, dare she think enticing shades of blue, and her pants are splotched with patches of real blue paint, and there are paw prints decorating the bottoms not hidden by her shoes. Some would see her choice of clothes as childish, yet she had no shame in her clothes, but why would she, when she herself put everything else to shame?
She smiles at the shorter woman, it's a lopsided one, but is brimming with gentle curiosity and charm. "Well Clarke, I must say, the search was worth it."
Clarke smiles back, and invades her personal space just a bit, and her eyes are so close that Lexa is almost prepared to weep at their beauty, her secret romantic explosive within her brain and chest (heart). "Well, I've always been there, you just had to look."
It was true, for two months, the two never traded a single word when working at Bull-Kru's, both opting for sultry winks, seductive stare downs and flares of physical possessiveness when a doe-eyed potential adopter came in, looking to get more than a dog from either of them. When women tried with Lexa, Clarke would subtly rub up against her as she walked past or went to grab something, anything, only to glare at the offender. When men tried with Clarke, Lexa abandoned all stealth, and simply settled for her infamous wolf-stare. The same went with women that made the attempt, though then, it was more of a look of intensity, her forest green eyes always screaming 'mine'.
Lexa feels her confidence suddenly surged, knowing where she would take this particular conversation. "With eyes like those? All I've ever done is look. If you would let me, I would keep looking."
Clarke bites her lip, angling her head only slightly up to stare into the brunettes eyes. She inches forward, and their faces are so close, she can feel the gentle caress of her chocolate scented and no doubt flavored breath. "What if I want you to stop looking and start touching? Hm?"
Lexa smiles at the confident blonde, basking in the beauty of her eyes as she asks, "That depends on how long I get to touch, and how long I get to look afterwards."
Clarke lets out a soft laugh, gently muffled by her teeth toying with her bottom lip. "So long as you can promise you won't grow tired." Of me.
Lexa looks at the beautiful woman in disbelief. "I see a million stories within your eyes, each an adventure taking on the form of a single droplet and together they form the ocean of your life. I can never grow tired of such a majesty, and I could never grow tired of you."
A large, happy smile grows the paler woman's face, "So what's the plan here 'Commander'?"
She pretends to contemplate the so called 'plan', tapping a bent finger to her chin as her brow furrows in mock thought. She breaks into a confident grin, "You, me, and Keyron on Saturday go out and do whatever you wish, then, from there, we simply stare."
Clarke giggles again, shaking her head gently, tossing about gentle golden curls. "Of course you would bring the Pup on our first date."
Lexa laughs gently, her hands tucked in her jean pockets, a leather bracelet on prominent display on her right wrist. "She's as much a part of this relationship as you and I, as is Warden, that annoying, loud little fur-ball you call a kitten."
They speak so little, yet they know so much.
But sometimes, speech isn't necessary.
Sometimes, you need to just look.
I have no idea where this sprung from. I felt a bit poetic here at one in the morning in front of my laptop. I will re-do this with time, and hey, I might even add to it! Who knows. Bull-Kru's is a place where men and women rehabilitate and train harmed or recently born Pit Bulls, kind of like Bully Crews, well, exactly like them. I changed it up a bit ;)
I don't own the 100, because if I did, I would weave an undeniable romance in between Lexa and Clarke.