A/N: I wrote this at 3 am so it's unbetaed and all mistakes are mine. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
Disclaimer: I don't own antything
"Clarke, I don't know about this. Do you really think it's a good idea?" Lexa asked unsure, sitting in the chair of her office.
"Come on, Lexa. If someone enters the room, they won't see me. And we both know what happened the last time we used your desk." Clarke answered, sitting under said desk.
Yeah, Lexa remembered that time. Clarke had walked into her office after her trip to Europe and Lexa – eager to taste the blonde after four long weeks – had pinned her on the desk. On that day they found out: the desk was not stable enough for two grown women to have sex on it.
Nevertheless Lexa was not feeling well, having sex in her office while everyone could come into the room. But she had no time to think further about it, because Clarke's hand was under her skirt and she needed all of her willpower not to groan. Her own hands clutched the armrests of her chair while Clarke's fingers worked their magic.
Suddenly the door opened and Ontari – her assistant – walked into the room, closing the door behind her. Lexa's lips were pressed into a thin line to stop every sound that could possibly come out of her mouth, because Clarke had no intentions to quit her ministrations. Lexa clasped her hands on her desk and squeezed them hard enough to turn every single finger white.
"Good morning, Lexa." Ontari smiled wide.
"Good m-morning, Ontari. What can I do for you?" Lexa tried to sound normal and patted herself mentally on the back because she did moderately well.
"Here are the contracts you have to look over, but not until the middle of the next week." Ontari placed four thick folders in front of her. Great, this would be an exhausting week.
Lexa hoped her assistant would leave quickly, because she didn't know how long she would last. She could feel herself driving to the edge fast and she knew – she simply knew – Clarke smirked at this very moment.
"So…" Ontari began "some of the colleagues want to go out tonight. Would you like to join us?"
Clarke fastened the rhythm of her fingers and this time Lexa couldn't hold it in. She let out a small moan and her face instantly turned bright red.
"Is everything… okay? You don't look very good." Her assistant asked concerned.
"Yeah! … I mean n-no. I'm feeling a bit sick, actually. Could you go and cancel my appointment with Titus this afternoon, please?" Lexa rushed out. Ontari had to leave. Now.
"Oh, okay. Do you need anything else?"
"No, no! Just cancel the appointment!"
Ontari left quite confused but Lexa couldn't think about it, because as soon as the door closed, she began to rock into Clarke's fingers and came not long after her assistant left with a silent sigh. Exhausted she rolled back with her chair to free a grinning Clarke.
"See? No problem" stated the blonde, licking her fingers clean.
Half an hour later Lexa peaked through the crack of her open door to find Ontari's desk abandoned. She quickly headed over to the elevator, Clarke right behind her.
"Miss Griffin, I didn't see you come in." Of course Ontari would choose this moment to come back. She looked at Clarke coldly.
"Really? Maybe you should pay more attention."
"Anyway" Lexa intervened "I'm going to head home to rest a bit. Don't want to catch a cold. You can leave early too, Ontari."
"Thank you, Lexa. Have a nice evening."
Outside the building Clarke and Lexa linked their arms and headed home. On the way they made smalltalk like every time they walked this route.
"You know, you don't have to be jealous of Ontari, right? You two fighting is indeed amusing but not at my expense." Lexa snickered.
"I'm not jealous!" Clarke exclaimed and Lexa gave her a pointed look "... Okay, maybe a little bit. I thought you didn't knew. You always seemed so oblivious."
"Yeah I wanted to stay out of it as long as I could" Lexa laughed at Clarke's pout. "You wouldn't have to be concerned about it, if we were in a relationship though. Why don't you want to go out with me?"
"Oh Lexa, not this again." Clarke sighed.
"Why not? We live in the same apartment, we have sex, we spend every free minute together and sleep most nights in the same bed."
"That's because you love my bed so much" Clarke laughed.
"It's really comfy and you know that! Besides, you're trying to distract me and it's not working."
"Can we not talk about this today? I'm really tired."
"Sure." Lexa frowned. The conversation turned out like every other one they had in the past three years. But today Lexa felt more devastated about it. Lexa and Clarke had met at college and soon became best friends. After Clarke's breakup with this cheating mutherfucker Finn, they had been even more closer. At one party with too much alcohol they had blurred the lines of 'just friends' and after graduation moving in together had seemed like a good idea. Cheap rent, you know. And here they were now, not really friends, not really girlfriends. But Lexa knew what she would prefer.
That night Lexa slept in her own bed trying not to think too much about Clarke as the blonde entered the room and lay down next to her. She tucked her head under Lexa's chin, tangled their legs together and pulled the brunette closer. Lexa was still angry at Clarke but she could never resist her. Especially, if she was only dressed in Lexa's shirt and boxers. But to be honest, Lexa always admired Clarke regardless of her clothes. Or the lack of them.
"I know you don't do relationships after Finn. But I don't get why you won't trust me. I would never hurt you and basically we live in a relationship." Lexa decided to continue the conversation "I feel like I am your dirty little secret."
Clarke could hear how sad the brunette was. She leaned back to look into Lexa's eyes. Although it was dark in the room and they could barely see each other, Clarke recognized the sorrow in Lexa's green eyes.
"I would never think of you as that!"
"Then why don't you want us to be in an official relationship? Are you afraid of discrimination?" Clarke was bisexual but just came out to her family and closest friends.
"No! I would be proud to call you my girlfriend but… I guess I'm afraid to ruin it… us… if we put a label on it."
"What? Why?" Lexa asked confused.
"Because every time I'm in a relationship, I suck and it goes down. I'm not good at that relationship thing and I'm scared of losing you." Clarke admitted.
"You don't suck at relationships. Your boyfriends were assholes. And yes, you could possibly lose me if we break up or something, but I would want to stay friends with you. I can't imagine my life without you. If you continue this… thing with us, you will eventually lose me, because I don't know how long I can go through this anymore."
"Lexa…" Now tears started to run down Clarke's face.
They stayed like that for a while. Neither of them said a word, deep in thought.
"Lex?" Clarke asked softly.
"Mhm?"
"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
"What? Are you sure?" Lexa couldn't believe her ears. She wanted this for years, but she didn't want to pressure Clarke into anything either.
"Yes. I want this to work."
"Then yes, I would love to go on a date with you." She grinned.
They pressed their lips happily together in a longing kiss until they heard a dull sob.
"Hank!" They yelled in unison.
"Sorry girls, but this was just so beautiful!" Hank, their neighbor, cried through the thin wall. "I'm so happy for you two!"
"See, this is why we usually sleep in my room." Clarke muttered.
"And because of your bed."
The next morning Lexa woke up alone but to the smell of breakfast. She tapped sleepily into the kitchen and found Clarke making pancakes.
"Good morning, beautiful." Clarke chirped grinning.
"Yeah, yeah… where's the coffee?" Lexa didn't function before she had at least one cup of coffee in the morning.
"Geez, so polite this morning." Clarke gave her her favorite cup filled with the steaming black liquid anyway.
"Ah… Good morning." Lexa grinned now too "what have I done to deserve this?" The brunette gestured to the food.
"What? Can I not cook for my girlfriend?" Clarke pouted.
"Technically, I just agreed to date you, not to be your girlfriend." Lexa stated with a smug smile.
"Okay" The blonde rolled her eyes "then would you, Lexa Woods, like to be my girlfriend?"
"That depends on the taste of the pancakes"
"Oh, in this case I have nothing to worry about"
"True" The brunette laughed.
Lexa munched happily on her second pancake while Clarke looked at her phone "Should I change my relationship status on Facebook to make us all official?" She teased.
"I guess you could do that but then your mother would murder you."
"Oh right… She would be so disappointed not to hear it from me but from these 'unholy social networks'" Clarke said sarcastically.
"Oh god, what will your mother say?" Suddenly Lexa felt a lump forming in her throat.
"Lexa, relax!" The blonde laughed "My mother loves you and you know it."
"She loved me! Past tense!"
"Please, you're the top of her 'worth-of-dating-Clarke-list'. She wants you to be her daughter-in-law like forever."
After Lexa's panic dissipated they chatted for a while, content just to be near each other. Then Clarke suddenly smirked wide. "You know… now we can give each other sickeningly cute pet names."
"Oh no, please no..." Lexa groaned and placed her head on the wooden table.
"What about 'darling' or 'dear'? It sounds distinguished." The blonde considered "Or maybe 'honey'… No, I know! 'Babe'!"
Clarke grinned evilly and Lexa raised her head. Clarke knew perfectly well, 'Babe' was the worst pet name in Lexa's opinion. It was just so… ugh.
"No, you wouldn't!"
"Stop me" Clarke states challenging.
Lexa got up fast and ran after a fleeing Clarke. She caught her before the blonde could even leave the room and picked her up. Lexa carried her to Clarke's bedroom and pinned her to the mattress, hands above the head. Clarke's pupils quickly became dilated and she kissed the brunette hungrily. After a few minutes Lexa whispered "Nice try… sweetie."
Clarke instantly groaned "That's not fair! It's the worst pet name ever! You know I want to vomit every time I hear it!"
"Then you should try to keep it down, because I won't clean up your mess."
"Okay, okay…. No pet names at all. Deal?"
"Deal." Lexa smiled and they kissed a little bit more before contently laying beside each other.
"What's the plan for the day?" Clarke asked while pushing a loose strand of Lexa's curly hair behind the brunette's ear.
"We have nowhere to be until going out tonight with the others."
"Excellent, then we have enough time for… other activities." Clarke grinned smugly. "Oh, but could we not tell our friends that we're official… at least for now?"
"Clarke, you know they all think we are a thing already and they bet on the date we tell them, right?"
"Yeah, I know that. And I don't want Raven to win. She would be unbearable for the rest of our life. Can we wait until next week?"
"Who would win next week?" Lexa inquired, ignoring the flutter of her heart at the words 'our life'.
"Lincoln."
"Yes, I guess we can do that. He needs to safe a bit money anyway. With the next kid on the way and whatever."
"And he wouldn't use his bragging rights that much."
"Yeah, that too." Lexa laughed and nuzzled her nose in Clarke's neck.
After a few pleasant hours in Clarke's bed, the shower, on the couch, the kitchen counter... and other surfaces of their apartment, Clarke and Lexa got ready for their night out. Lexa just put on her leather jacket when she suddenly felt Clarke jumping on her back.
"Clarke! Why do you always do that?!" Lexa yelled and tried to reach for the blonde to pull her off of her back.
"I don't want to walk and you are strong enough to carry me everywhere." Clarke cooed.
"Flattery won't help you this time."
"Oh yeah, really?"
"Seriously Clarke, sometimes you are like a five year old. I should call you 'monkey' the way you hang on my back." Lexa said amused.
"Fine, I get off. But no pet names!" Clarke stated and lowered herself down on the ground.
Lexa turned around and looked at a stunning Clarke. The skinny jeans hugged her curves perfectly and the top gave a good look at the blonde's nice cleavage. Her hair was curled and her make-up light.
"God, I lo-… I mean… you look really beautiful tonight." Lexa caught herself. They both knew that Clarke wasn't ready for the L-word. Not yet.
"Thank you." Clarke smiled. Her eyes told Lexa 'Soon.' "You look pretty decent yourself."
Lexa smiled back and offered the blonde her arm to take it. 'I'll wait as long as it takes.'