The Commander's Combat Camp
A/N: Hi everyone, and welcome to The Commander's Combat camp. I haven't ever actually watched the 100 aside from Clarke/Lexa scenes. I just like the pairing, so forgive me for anything that is incorrect, although this is a completely AU story. Anyway, here is the first chapter, I have a whole story planned so if this gets a big enough response there will be more to come.
Description: Octavia manages to talk Clarke into attending a new fitness boot camp class. The instructor is guarded and emotionally unavailable, which means she instantly has Clarke's attention, as Clarke did always like a challenge. The more they get to know each other, the more obvious it becomes that the instructor is hiding something.
Warnings: Just some strong language, for now.
Apologies for any spelling mistakes, this has not been reviewed by a beta.
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CHAPTER ONE – The Commander's combat camp
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"Fuck me," Clarke announced collapsing down on the wet grass.
The blonde rolled onto her back and pulled her knees up, throwing her arms down by her sides, breathing hard.
"Octavia Blake! You said this was a beginner's class," Clarke whined.
"I thought it was," Octavia lied with a smirk.
"Bullshit! You son of a bitch, did this on purpose. When I can walk, imma kill you!"
Octavia rolled her eyes good naturedly at the blonde acting like a drama queen, and chucked a bottle of water down by Clarke's side just out of her reach. Clarke watched it land, just out of her grasp.
"Asshole! Pick it up and hand it to me," Clarke demanded.
"No chance," Octavia shook her head, chuckling.
Clarke rolled over and pretty much belly slid to the bottle of water.
"You are such a bitch!" Clarke insulted her again before pulling herself into a sitting position.
Clarke's muscles burned as she sat up, but she was desperate for the water. She unscrewed the lid and took a few heavy gulps from the bottle.
"Where's Raven?"
"Talking to the fitness instructor," Octavia smirked. "I bet her fifty quid that she wouldn't be able to get her number."
Clarke rolled her eyes with a small smile, and watched as Raven walked back looking less than impressed. Octavia looked at Raven's body language and the frustrated look on her face, and began to do a happy dance. As soon as Raven was within Octavia's reach, she held out her hand.
"Money?"
"In the car," Raven rolled her eyes. "That woman is a hard ass. She didn't even realise I was flirting with her. I mean come on," Raven gestured up and down her body. "I've got game."
"You're an engineering geek. You have absolutely zero game," Clarke informed her. "Also women can sense whether they are being played. She probably knows you aren't gay Raven."
"Hey, she is mega hot," Raven said pointing in the general direction of the instructor. "If she had given me her number, I would have turned gay! Maybe she's not into women."
Clarke looked in the direction of the instructor who was currently packing up equipment. She had to agree with Raven, the woman was smoking hot, but not in the usual sense of the word, because she was actually, effortlessly beautiful. The tall brunette who had instructed their class was wearing black shorts, a black tank top, and black running trainers. Her hair was thrown up in a ponytail. No make-up.
"She's definitely gay," Clarke concluded with a firm nod of her head.
"You reckon?" Raven asked. "'Cause she ain't interested in getting into my pants."
"Double or nothing?" Clarke smirked. "If I get her number you both owe me fifty each. If she won't give me her number I owe you fifty each."
"Griffin reckons she's got game," Raven teased.
"You're on," Octavia agreed.
"Babe," Clarke said pulling herself to her feet, groaning in pain. "I've always got game. Back shortly."
The pair watched as she made her way over to the brunette woman who had taught their class.
"Reckon she will manage it?" Raven asked Octavia.
"Probably," Octavia laughed. "Girls flock to her, women crave her, and if we know Griffin like I think we do, she's about to turn it up."
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"Hi."
Lexa looked up at the sound of a voice. She tried not to let the surprise show on her face when she realised that it was the blonde woman who she had taught during her class this morning. The same blonde woman who she had barely managed to take her eyes off of for the whole hour-long class.
"Hi," Lexa replied.
"I'm Clarke," the blonde held out her hand.
"Lexa."
They shook hands, and Lexa tried so hard not to be effected by the skin to skin contact.
"I know, you introduced yourself at the start," Clarke smiled.
Lexa returned it with a small smile of her own. She was taller than Clarke and could see over the blonde's head. She could see the two brunettes giggling in the background, one of whom had already tried to chat her up. Lexa suddenly realised she knew what this was.
"Look Clarke," Lexa said face suddenly serious. "Your friend over there has already tried chatting me up, I'm really not interested in round two."
"Not into women?"
It slipped out before Clarke could stop herself.
"Oh no, I am. Into women I mean. I don't date," Lexa replied.
She did not have time for this today.
"Who said anything about a date?" Clarke smirked, the humour shining in her eyes.
"I'm sure this is all fun and games for you three, I ignored your friend, but I will save you the effort, because you don't seem as cocky as her. I just do not date."
Clarke was a little taken back.
"I – erm, I-"
"I'm right aren't I?" Lexa cut her off. "Your mate failed so you thought you would have a go?"
Clarke was surprised at how forward this woman was.
"Ok, I'll level with you," Clarke agreed. "I bet them a hundred quid I could get your phone number."
Lexa raised one perfect eyebrow, "And you expect me to just hand it over so that you can make a hundred quid before seven am?"
"Pretty much," Clarke raised both of her own eyebrows with a cheeky smile. "I'll give you fifty."
This time Lexa couldn't keep the amusement out of her facial expression, a small smirk tugged the corners of her mouth up, and mirth danced in her eyes.
"If the money means that much to you, I will give you one hundred and fifty, for you and your friends to stop sexually harassing me," Lexa replied.
"You think this is sexual harassment?" Clarke laughed. "Oh honey, if I was sexually harassing you, believe me you would know."
Lexa's smirk turned into a genuine smile as a blush crept up her neck.
"Clarke, I'm not giving you my phone number."
"Yes, you are," Clarke flirted confidently.
"No, I'm not," Lexa said though she was still smiling.
"Oh, come on," Clarke grinned. "We both know I'm totally leaving here with your number. So why don't you just give in?"
"Because I don't date."
"And I don't lose," Clarke replied.
Lexa rolled her eyes, grabbed a pen from her bag, pulled the blonde's arm towards her and scrawled a mobile number down onto warm skin.
"How do I know this is your real number?" Clarke asked.
"Why do you care? Your friends will think I gave you my number, you win the bet. Everyone is happy."
"Except me," Clarke offered.
"You're one hundred quid richer," Lexa chucked the pen into her bag. "Go gloat."
"Yeah, but now more than anything, I genuinely want your phone number."
Lexa rolled her eyes again, and pulled her mobile phone from her bag. She unlocked it and handed it to Clarke.
"Put in your number," Lexa offered.
Clarke quickly punched in the digits of her own number and handed it back. Lexa saved the number, and then hit the call button. She brought the phone to her ear and waited for it to ring twice before hanging up.
"The missed call is from me," Lexa informed Clarke. "Besides, I wrote down the genuine number."
Although Lexa hadn't got a clue why. Clarke grinned at the taller woman, and decided not to push her luck.
"Speak to you soon, Lexa," Clarke said beginning to walk backwards away from her.
"I hope not," Lexa replied although Clarke could see she thought this was funny, and was teasing.
"Lexa?" Clarke called as she got further and further away. "You look even more beautiful irritated."
Lexa smirked, and shook her head even as a blush crept up and coloured her cheeks. Clarke though, caught sight of it, and grinned before she turned around and made her way over to her friends.
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"I can't fucking believe she gave you her phone number!" Raven exclaimed for the hundredth time since they got back in the car. "I mean I tried every trick I know, and she didn't even seem to know I was flirting."
Clarke smiled from her spot in the passenger seat, "Told ya babe! This Griffin has game!"
"You Griffin, just have a lotta luck," Raven bit back.
"You're just a sore loser," Clarke stuck her tongue out. "You both owe me fifty quid!"
"Yeah yeah," Octavia said from the back seat. "So you going to call her?"
"Probably," Clarke nodded.
Octavia and Raven both whipped their heads round to stare at Clarke like she had just announced she had murdered someone.
"Eyes on the road Reyes," Clarke reminded her. "Don't feel like dying today."
"Sorry," Raven looked back at the road. "You're telling me you're actually going to call this girl? And not just to set up a booty call."
"Yeah, so?"
"So," Octavia cut in. "When was the last time you showed any interest in a woman, that wasn't for more than a one-night stand."
Clarke shrugged, "I find her intriguing okay?"
"Great," Raven whined. "The first girl she has shown any interest in for months, is the most emotionally unavailable girl I have ever met. Yep this will definitely end well!"
"Agreed!" Octavia announced.
Clarke just mumbled a 'fuck off' to them both, and flipped them her middle finger.
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"Jesus fucking Christ, why did I think this would be a good idea again?" Clarke mumbled to herself stepping into her shower at 4.30am.
At that exact moment Octavia burst threw her bathroom door, already showered, and dressed in full fitness gear.
"Griffin, you awake?" Octavia shouted.
"Blake! You know I'm awake, you can fucking see and hear me in the shower, although you have no idea how much I hate you right now. It's four thirty in the bastard morning, and I am getting ready for a boot camp that is probably going to kill me!"
Octavia slid the shower door open a little and stuck her head in. Clarke didn't even bother to comment about privacy. She had lived with Raven and Octavia for 3 years now, and they had known each other for years, since they were kids. The three of them didn't know what boundaries were anymore.
"You won't want this coffee then, grumpy pants?"
Octavia's head disappeared back outside and instead a hand slid in holding a steaming cup of coffee. Clarke stepped away from the shower head, and snatched the cup afraid that it might disappear. Octavia's head reappeared.
"Enjoy. Right, I have to go and drag Raven up! She really doesn't wanna budge."
Clarke Laughed, "Tave, she didn't roll in home until about two thirty this morning. Jeez for a girl who gets up at the crack of dawn you could sleep through an earthquake. Didn't she wake you?"
"No," Octavia's head disappeared again, and she shut the shower door although Clarke knew she hadn't exited her bathroom.
"I got up, and put her to bed. Even if you do manage to wake her and get her up, we will be dragging her to boot camp still pissed."
"Fuck her then," Octavia said. "I'll make her do a double class next week."
Clarke smirked and opened the shower door a little handing her empty cup out to Octavia.
"Make me another?"
"Caffeine whore," Octavia accused, although she left the bathroom and Clarke could only assume it was to make her the requested coffee.
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Clarke collapsed down on the grass, in pretty much the same position as she had the week before following this fitness class. The blonde's lungs desperately tried to pull in gulps of air, as she panted hard.
"Fuck! My! Life!" Clarke said, each syllable punctuated by a gasp.
Octavia stood next to her, "I'm going to jog to cool down, you coming?"
"Do one Blake!" Clarke snapped.
The blonde held up her fingers showing her laughing retreating friend the V's.
"You okay there?"
Clarke would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Lexa," Clarke smiled though still breathing hard. "Please give me a good reason why I have done this willingly two weeks in a row?"
"So you would get to see my abs," Lexa replied.
Clarke's eyes snapped open as Lexa flirted with her. Not the response she expected. Clarke let her eyes drag over Lexa's body. This week she was wearing a tighter vest top in blue, with a pair of black and white shorts, and black trainers. Despite the fact that the vest top hugged the brunette in all the right places, and there was clear muscle definition underneath, you couldn't actually technically see Lexa's abs.
"You disappointment me," Clarke pouted. "They aren't actually on show."
"And they never will be if you never call me," Lexa raised an eyebrow.
Clarke's face grew serious at that. She pulled herself up into a sitting position, and whined as her muscles physically burned.
"You told me not to," Clarke protested.
The blonde reached down, and rubbed her calf muscle trying to relieve the tension in the knot she knew was there. It was giving her cramp. Stupid fucking Commander Combat Class.
"And yet, I thought you would," Lexa replied and shrugged her shoulders.
The brunette noticed Clarke was desperately rubbing her calf muscle.
"It's bothering you?" Lexa asked pointing at her leg.
"I've got cramp," Clarke practically growled.
"Did you do cool down stretches?"
"I can't even stand by the time the hour is over, and you want me to do cool down stretches."
Lexa rolled her eyes but knelt down on the wet grass and took Clarke's leg into her lap, like it was a natural everyday thing to do. She shoved the blonde's hand away, and replaced them with her own. She pointed to an obvious bulge on Clarke's calf muscle.
"Here?"
Clarke nodded.
"It's going to hurt like a bitch at first, but don't fight it. It will ease up, and then feel better. You just need to believe in me for a few minutes," Lexa warned.
The brunette grabbed the obvious lump and began using her various sports massage techniques to work the knot, and the cramp out of the blonde's leg. Clarke inhaled very sharply at the pain that shot through her leg as Lexa grabbed it. The brunette pressed her thumbs into the tight muscle and Clarke wanted to kill her.
"Son of a-"
"Shhhh," Lexa soothed. "It will get better in a minute."
Clarke nodded and bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself crying out.
"You know this class isn't beginner boot camp right?" Lexa asked to distract them both.
Lexa assumed it would distract Clarke away from the pain, and hoped to distract herself from the fact she was running her hands all over the bare skin of Clarke's leg.
"I know," She hissed in pain. "I forgot to kill Octavia for it last week. When I can walk, I will kill her this week instead. It's probably like the advanced expert class."
"Intermediate," Lexa informed her. "The advanced class lasts one hour forty-five."
"Fuck that," Clarke mumbled. "So did you really want me to call you?"
"Are we still doing the whole honesty is best policy?" Lexa inquired.
Clarke nodded, but then let a small yes past her lips when she realised Lexa wasn't looking at her.
"Sort of," Lexa replied. "I don't date ever. I don't give out my number. Ever. Yet you walked away with it. You were charming and funny, and after you left I couldn't help but hope you would ignore me and call. I wouldn't have given you my number otherwise. Got a whole memory full of fakes I could have used."
"Point taken," Clarke conceded. "Fancy getting a coffee with me after this?"
Lexa checked her watch, "I have another class to teach at seven."
"What class?" Clarke asked interested.
"Same again," Lexa shrugged her shoulders.
Neither girl noticed that Lexa's hands had stopped moving on Clarke's leg ages back in their conversation. Octavia stood off to the side observing their interaction.
"You do this fucker again?" Clarke screeched a little higher pitched than she meant to. "Twice in three hours? Are you fucking crazy?"
"It's no big deal," Lexa said and realised she was kneeling with Clarke's leg in her lap, her hands resting on the blonde's thigh. Lexa quickly removed her hands. "Does your leg feel better?"
Clarke pulled her leg away from the brunette and flexed her ankle, relieved when her calf muscle didn't cramp up, "Much better thanks."
Lexa smiled at her, and jumped back to her feet. She held a hand out to assist the blonde up.
"So if you can't do coffee, do you want to get dinner with me instead?" Clarke asked hopefully, heaving herself up with Lexa's help.
Lexa let a sad smile hit her face as she dropped Clarke's hand, "Clarke I was serious when I said I don't date. I did hope you would call though. I thought maybe we could be friends."
"You don't date?" Clarke had wanted to ask about this last week, but had settled for just getting the taller woman's number.
"Correct, I do not date. We can be friends if you would like," Lexa offered.
"Friends go to dinner," Clarke grinned.
Lexa smiled, and gave a small eye roll, "Why don't we start with coffee? Are you free tomorrow morning?"
"Yes," Clarke said without any hesitation. "I have to be at work at nine though."
"I have a PT session at nine anyway. Would you like to meet me for breakfast? About seven?"
"Love too," Clarke smiled.
Lexa checked her watch again, "I'm sorry. It's almost seven, I have another class."
"No problem," Clarke smiled. "Text me the address of where you want to meet?"
"Will do," Lexa gave a small wave goodbye before jogging off up the field to the waiting people that Clarke only now noticed were standing there.
"What was the about?"
Clarke jumped and spun around, "Fuck sakes, Blake. Don't sneak up on people like that."
"Sorry," Octavia apologised sarcastically. "Bellamy's in the car park. He brought us coffee."
"God, I'm in love with your brother!" Clarke announced throwing her arm around Octavia's shoulders as they stalked off up the field in the direction of the car park.
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"So you what, are meeting for breakfast, to be friends?" Raven wanted to check she had this straight.
"Clarke Griffin, friends with a woman she can't screw," Bellamy joked.
"Hey!" Clarke protested and pointed to Raven and Octavia. "I've never screwed these two."
"Life long childhood friends," Bellamy reminded her. "The only two woman you have never tried a line on."
Clarke flipped him the finger, "Fuck off Bellamy!"
The four of them were hanging out at the girl's apartment eating pizza for dinner. Raven had refused to eat though based on the massive hangover she had from the night before, and despite skipping work, and spending all day in bed, she still hadn't recovered. Raven's hangover was making her more bitchy than usual.
"Hang on, rewind. You are going to waste time seeing a girl you can't actually fuck?" Raven asked.
Clarke rolled her eyes, "Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I like her," Clarke replied.
"But she isn't interested," Bellamy joined in.
"At the moment, apparently not."
"At the moment?" Octavia asked.
"I like a challenge," Clarke grinned.
They laughed at Clarke's confidence.
"Oh shit," Bellamy said like he had just had an epiphany. "Clarke, I meant to ask you. I have a business meeting with Finn a week tomorrow-"
"I hate that fucking jerk," Raven interrupted him.
"So do I," Bellamy agreed. "But I need his money, and I need this deal. Clarke, he has requested your presence at dinner with us? I beg you, please come."
Clarke pulled a sour face, "I hate that Jerk." She echoed the exact same words Raven had just said.
"I know you do," Bellamy said. "Normally I wouldn't ask, but I need to seal this deal. Clarke, please? I promise I will not leave you alone with him even for a second."
"God, he cannot take a hint. How many times does that low life need to see me snogging girls before he realises," Clarke cringed. "I'll come to dinner with you, but if you leave me alone with him, I Swear Bellamy, I will cut off your man parts."
"I swear I'll let her," Octavia warned him.
Bellamy looked unbelievably grateful, with a hint of fear, "Clarke, thank you."
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Clarke's alarm went off the next morning at six am, and she rolled over and hit the off button. She was worried as so far Lexa hadn't text her an address for breakfast, and she was very aware they were supposed to meet in an hour. Clarke's bedroom door swung open revealing Octavia in full work out gear, two coffees in her hand.
"Want one?" She offered.
"Love you," Clarke mumbled sleepily holding her hand out for the coffee.
Octavia walked over and handed her one before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"She text you yet?"
"Dunno," Clarke replied and pulled herself into a sitting position against her headboard. She took a few gulps of caffeine and then picked up her phone.
The little light blinking indicated she had a new message.
Lexa (1:45am) – Hi Clarke! If you would still like to meet for breakfast, please meet at the café around the corner from the gym. I hope to see you then. Lexa.
"Yeah she has," Clarke confirmed.
"You like this girl?" Octavia asked seriously.
Clarke stuck her lips out as if pondering the question, "She's different."
"How so?"
"She isn't easy," Clarke confirmed. "She doesn't automatically want in my pants, no questions asked. I'm aware I'm not bad looking, I'm aware I can charm people, it's getting boring."
"Clarke Griffin, are you back on the relationship horse?"
"No, not necessarily. I just want something that doesn't consist of me entering a club, leaving with a good-looking stranger, getting a good night, and doing the whole thing on repeat the following week."
"Griffin, you should get back on the horse, you deserve to be happy," Octavia said.
"Maybe," Clarke downed the rest of her coffee. "Shit, I need to shower!"
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"Hi!" Lexa grinned as Clarke walked over.
Lexa tried extremely hard not to let her eyes roam Clarke's body. The twice she had seen Clarke was at boot camp and the blonde had been wearing workout gear both times for obvious reasons. Today however she was dressed in full work attire and Lexa could feel herself almost drooling. Almost. The bubbly woman was wearing a figure hugging black dress, with heals and a jacket. The dress stopped just above her knees and revealed smooth toned legs that went on forever. The jacket was open, her dress pushing her assets up. The dress came down in a V, and showed enough cleavage that Lexa wanted to jump over the table and rip said dress off, but didn't show enough to be slutty or inappropriate for work.
"Hey," Clarke grinned back. "I'm so sorry I am late. The traffic is awful."
"Clarke, we said seven-ish. It's seven ten. Hardly the crime of the century."
Lexa felt underdressed in her gym gear.
"Ok," Clare smiled again in relief.
Lexa jumped up and pulled the chair out for the blonde woman.
"I thought this wasn't a date," Clarke said amused as she took a seat.
"It isn't," Lexa shrugged sitting back down in her own chair.
"But romance isn't dead?" Clarke joked.
"Hey, I was brought up with manners," "Lexa defended her actions.
"Well thank you," Clarke answered. "Have you ordered?"
"No," Lexa shook her head. "I was waiting for you."
"What I need is copious amounts of caffeine," Clarke joked.
At that point a waiter came over, and enquired if they were ready to order. Clark ordered the biggest latte on the menu before quickly scanning the breakfast options and ordering an bacon omelette. Clarke's mouth fell open the further Lexa got into her order. The brunette ordered a coffee, orange juice, water, full English breakfast with extra tomatoes, mushrooms and hash browns. A bacon and omelette. A muffin, a cinnamon roll and some extra toast. The waiter wrote it all down and made his way away from them.
"You're going to eat all of that?" Clarke raised both eyebrows.
"Clarke, my days start anywhere between four and five am, and finish about eleven pm. I work in a gym, and spend the whole day exercising. I need the calories," Lexa explained.
"Yeah but you're going to eat all that, and look like you do?"
Lexa laughed, "Clarke yesterday that boot camp class you did. I ran that six times. I also carried out 10 personal training sessions, taught an aqua fit class, a spin class, a yoga class and then did kick boxing after I finished with my cousin. Trust me, what I'm about to eat. I'll have burnt the calories off by midday."
"I like the way you say my name," Clarke grinned.
"No! No flirting!" Lexa admonished her.
There drinks arrived and Clarke took a sip of her coffee.
"Lexa, you can't blame me for trying. Look at you," Clarke let her eyes wonder up and down Lexa's upper body that was visible above the table.
Lexa blushes instantly, "We are going to be friends."
"Friends flirt," Clarke fired back with a cheeky grin. "I flirt with Raven, and Octavia all the time. Besides you flirted with me at boot camp yesterday."
"That was wrong of me," Lexa admitted. "I was genuinely concerned you were going to cardiac arrest on my gym field though. I was trying to bring you back from the dead."
"Your little comment about your abs put me closer to death than the boot camp did."
Their food arrived, and they began eating.
"So why the no dating thing?" Clarke asked.
"Clarke, we are supposed to be working towards friends, and I do not want to talk about this. Can we just politely get to know each other?"
"Sure," Clarke said instantly noticing the look of discomfort on the brunette's face. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-nine," Lexa replied, the relief at the subject change washed over her face. "You?"
"Twenty-five," Clarke answered easily.
"What do you do, Clarke?" Lexa enquired.
"At the moment, I'm the manager of a local art museum, however I'm trying to get my paintings into galleries, so I can get commissioned."
"You paint?" Lexa asked surprised.
"Paint, draw, sketch, not well though," Clarke laughed.
"I don't believe that for a second," Lexa smiled genuinely. "I'd love to see your work sometime."
"Maybe," Clarke bit her bottom lip.
The conversation continued to flow easily as they ate, both of them asking questions and getting to know each other. They flirted subtly (although Clarke did it not so subtly) all the way through breakfast, and Clarke struggled to hide her surprise as Lexa finished all the food and drink she had ordered before Clarke had finished her omelette.
Clarke learnt that the brunette was twenty-nine, lived with her cousin locally, and had always been interested in fitness. Lexa's childhood dream had been to own and run her own gym. The brunette was guarded and answered Clarke's questions with measured precision. She always took a few seconds to think it through before she answered and Clarke noticed. Clarke however had also noticed that Lexa was unable to take her eyes off Clarke for the entire breakfast. Despite her guarded personality, her eyes were big, and expressive. Clarke was sure they were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen (apart from Lexa herself), and after spending the entirety of breakfast with them staring at her like Lexa wanted to jump her, Clarke knew that the whole no dating thing wasn't because she didn't like Clarke.
"Shit," Lexa looked at her watch. "I need to go soon."
Clarke reached out and gently took Lexa's arm, looking at her watch to find out the time for herself. She didn't miss the small intake of breath Lexa took as soon as their skin was in contact.
"Me too," Clarke smiled.
The blonde pulled her purse from her bag, and stood as if she was going to pay. Lexa grabbed her hand.
"Hey no," Lexa protested. "Breakfast is on me. I invited you."
"But-"
"No Clarke, please let me pay," Lexa insisted.
Clarke agreed reluctantly and gathered her things while Lexa paid at the till. They made their way out of the small café and stopped outside. Clarke caught Lexa staring at her lips. The blonde purposefully licked her bottom lip as slowly as she could, before she pulled it between her teeth and bit it. Lexa's eyes snapped up, and met Clarkes own and the blonde grinned releasing her bottom lip.
"Can I see you again?"
"How is it that you can make a sentence so simple sound so dirty?" It was out before Lexa could stop herself.
"I can make many things dirty," Clarke promised with a wink. "It's a gift."
Lexa laughed despite herself, "You're going to be trouble aren't you?"
Clarke let a dirty smug smile light up her face, "Only if you want me to be."
Lexa shook her head as if trying to knock herself out of a funk, even though she was laughing, "Right Clarke. It was a pleasure. I'm going to work."
"Can I see you again?" Clarke asked again, shouting it after Lexa's retreating form.
Lexa turned around and walked backwards for a second.
"See you at boot camp!" Lexa smirked, then spun around and continued off down the street.
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A/N: So there we go, chapter one complete. Like I say I have a whole plan mapped out for this, and the first few chapters, plus parts of the ending are written. I hope you all enjoyed. Please feel free to review, and if you fancy a chat, please feel free to PM me. Thanks for taking the time to read (and review?)
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