Notes: This story is based off of a tumblr post that included a video of ADC dancing (while wearing a red cap and red sweatshirt) in the background of her friend's IG story.

Sheisme (go check out their stories) asked if anyone had done a pizza delivery prompt yet based on that video. Not sure if anyone else has, but here you are.

This is 2-3 chapters, and it almost complete. Second part will be up in a few days. I'm already planning the sequel, which will be rated E, which does not stand for Everyone. ;)

Clarke sighed for the umpteenth time and tossed the magazine aside, watching with growing annoyance as it hit the coffee table and then skittered off to fall haphazardly onto the plush rug. She leaned her head back on the couch, tears stinging her eyes. It was one of those days when she missed her father's presence even more than usual. His death, four years earlier, had left a gaping hole in her life, that she had never really been able to fill. The pain had eventually settled into a dull ache between her ribs, but some days it flared more than others, and today was such a day.

She pushed herself to the front of the couch and grabbed the remote off the coffee table, aimlessly surfing through the channels, the scowl deepening on her face with each passing moment. Nothing interested her, and she tossed it aside, ignoring the way the remote clattered sharply on the table, the battery hatch springing open, and sending the two batteries rolling across the table.

"Fuck," she muttered as she heaved herself off the couch, stumbling over her shoes, kicking one in anger and growling under her breath when it disappeared under a chair. It was silly, her anger growing with each passing moment, and yet the anger was better than the tears, better than acknowledging the growing ache between her ribs, how the cold was slowly spreading along her ribs, turning her bones to frost and ice.

She shook her head in rueful amusement at herself, before walking into the kitchen, trailing her fingers along the countertop, stopping to straighten a pile of papers, her fingers hesitating on her cell phone. She picked it up and stared at the two missed calls from her mother. She knew she should call her back, but she just didn't have the heart to listen to her tonight from half-way across the world.

Since her father's death, and once Clarke had entered college, her mother had given up her prestigious job as the head of the ER, and instead devoted most of her time to Doctors Without Borders. She had been in Somalia the past three months, and despite the long hours she spent in the refugee camps, she'd remembered what today was and called her only child.

She dialed the number, praying her mother wouldn't pick up, and she smiled when the gods apparently finally took pity on her, and she got her mother's voice mail.

"Hi Mom, sorry I didn't pick up earlier. Was in class." It was a lie. She'd skipped classes today, she always did on this day, and if she was being honest, she figured her mother probably knew that. Not much escaped Abby's notice, and Clarke appreciated the fact that her mother allowed her this lie.

"I'm sorry I missed you." Another lie. She winced. "I hope things are going well for you." She laughed, but it sounded more wet than joyful. "I supposed that is a dumb thing to say, nothing goes well in refugee camps, but you know what I mean." And she knew that Abby would know what she meant. Clarke might have been closer to her father, but Abby had also understood her, in ways that Clarke hadn't really appreciated until after her father died.

She sighed, deciding to be honest. "I miss him, Mom," her voice cracked on the last word, and she blinked rapidly, refusing to let the tears fall. "Do you remember how we would always bake him a cake on his birthday? And he would always act so surprised and pleased," she laughed this time, "even when we messed up the cake? Neither of us were very good at baking, but we tried." She felt the first tears roll down her face. "And that was all that mattered to him," she whispered.

She said nothing more, letting the silence say everything she couldn't. "I have to go. I love you." She swiped off on her cell phone and laid it on the counter. She let the tears drip down her face for a few moments, before straightening and wiping the tears away.

"Enough. He wouldn't want you crying today. Not on his birthday."

Across town, Lexa pulled her red cap on her head, carefully pushing her hair back behind her ears. She pulled on the red sweatshirt with the name of the local pizza place on it. She was ready for another exciting night of pizza delivery. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her keys and purse before stepping out of her dorm room and locking the door behind her.

She supposed she shouldn't roll her eyes about it but be happy that she had the job to help pay for school. Gustus and Ryder did their best to help with her tuition, but she hated taking money from them, insisting that they spend the money on her younger siblings that were still in the home. Aden needed braces, and Charlotte's birthday was in a week. Her social worker, Indra, had convinced them to take in a three-month-old baby recently, and diapers were expensive. Not that Ryder and Gustus needed convincing nor were worried about the money. They loved children and had decided years ago to open their home to children who needed a family to love them.

She'd been a skinny eleven-year-old when she'd arrived in their home, all long limbs and big eyes, and no voice. It was three days before she spoke her first word in that house, and it had been fourteen-year old Anya who had managed to get her to speak, to draw her out of her shell. They'd formed an unlikely bond. Anya was tough and loud, prone to solving disputes with her fists rather than her words, although she staunchly claimed that she only beat up those deserving of it, and none were more deserving than those who foolishly picked on her siblings.

And it was Anya who had taught her to defend herself against the bullies who plagued her those first two years. Anya, who took Lexa under her wing, affectionately nicknaming her Little Bird. And ten years later, she still called Lexa Little Bird. But Anya was now a Detective on the Polis police force, quickly earning the respect of her colleagues and community. She'd found her niche, helping those who couldn't help themselves, protecting the community where she lived.

It was probably one of the reasons, Lexa was pursuing social work. She knew first hand what it meant to be in the system, to pack all of her belongings into a trash bag and move from house to house, never sure of what or who awaited her. She owed much to Indra, who had worked tirelessly to place her in a family that she could call her own, a forever family, and she'd succeeded with Gustus, Ryder, and Anya.

She smiled as she thought of her family, as she unlocked her card door and slid into the seat. It was Friday night, always a big pizza night, and she hoped she would get a lot of tips so she could buy Charlotte the American Doll that she wanted. She was still $45 shy of the $110. It was extravagant, she knew, but Charlotte never asked for anything, but she'd seen the way the nine-year-old had stared longingly at the dolls in the catalog, one doll in particular.

She hummed quietly as she backed her car out of her parking space and drove the short distance to the local pizza place. She was still humming when she stepped into the back room, nodding at Harper and Jasper who were arguing over the best Overwatch characters.

She walked into the kitchen, making sure to clock in before gathering her orders from Murphy. He was rather surly and sarcastic, but he made the best pizza in the area, and the nights he and Lexa worked together always resulted in the best night's sales of the week.

"Hey, Woods, busy night."

She turned and nodded to the manager, Bellamy. He was a good guy, although it had taken them a few weeks to get used to each other. She supposed it helped that he sometimes dated her roommate, Raven, a situation that made no sense to Lexa, but seemed to work for them.

"It usually is on Fridays," she shrugged as she straightened her cap and picked up the bags with her first pizzas.

Bellamy chuckled and leaned against the counter, "It's busy because they know you are delivering tonight, and Murphy is making the pizza." She blushed but didn't deny it.

She knew one of the reasons she was so popular as a pizza delivery girl was because of her looks. She'd never really thought much about how she looked, but everyone around her took notice. And she always received the most tips, and she was sure to make more if she flirted a little with the customer. It wasn't something she did all the time, but she knew she would need to pull out all the stops tonight if she wanted to get the rest of the money tonight for the doll and have money for groceries next week.

She could eat in the cafeteria but having a handful of food allergies including eggs and nuts made it a little harder to find food that wouldn't make her sick. So she relied on her hot plate in her dorm room and buying a lot of fresh fruit and veggies.

She grabbed the first stack and nodded to Bellamy when he grabbed the second stack, and they took them to her car.

"Don't forget to turn on the charm, and you'll get the big tips." She rolled her eyes at him before waving and driving off to her first delivery of the night.

Clarke growled in frustration as she slammed the beaters back into the bowl. She wiped the errant tear off her cheek, leaving behind a wet smear of flour. How had she managed to screw the cake up so much?

She scrolled through her recipe on her phone again, wincing as she acknowledged that the three-layer chocolate mousse cake had really been too ambitious of a project for her. She sighed in defeat, her shoulders slumping.

"I'm sorry, Dad," she whispered as she picked up her cell phone, closing the recipe on her internet browser. She surveyed the damage, wincing at the spilled flour on the counter and floor, the melted chocolate hardening on the cabinets above the granite counter top. She'd set the beater on too high, and the results were splashed on the cherry cupboards and counter. There were empty egg shells on the counter, various measuring spoons and cups, too many bowls filled with one mistake after another.

She groaned at the thought of the cleanup. She would deal with it tomorrow. It was already nine, and she hadn't eaten at all. She wasn't particularly hungry, but she really didn't need the headache that was sure to blossom overnight if she didn't eat.

She shuffled into the living room, plopping down into the large leather arm chair. It was her favorite piece of furniture in the room, perfect for curling up with a book and a mug of tea. It was really the only piece of furniture she'd actually picked out; her mother had hired someone to outfit and decorate the two-bedroom apartment for her daughter off campus for her junior and senior years. It was really more than she needed, but the second bedroom came in handy when her friends needed a place to crash after a night of too much drinking, or a fight with a lover. She didn't even want to think about what it had cost. But money had never really been an issue. Her mother was a highly successful surgeon, and her father had owned his own engineering company that specialized in rocketry and space travel.

She stared at the pile of textbooks on the small table next to the chair. All were advanced engineering textbooks, and she would graduate in nine months and go to work in her father's company. It had been her dream since she was a child, to help build the company and the components for the rockets that would send humanity into space. She really needed to study this week, but first…she grabbed her phone, scrolling through the local eateries. It was a popular college town, with dozens of eateries, and she still had yet to try them all.

She chose the local pizza place that she'd heard was good but hadn't tried until now. She wasn't much of a pizza person, but her dad had loved pizza. She might not have been able to make him a cake tonight, but the least she could do was order his favorite pizza and have a slice in his honor.

She placed her order and waited.

Lexa smiled at the group of fraternity brothers, trying not to be too encouraging, but also knowing that a few smiles would get her a bigger tip. It wasn't the first time she'd delivered pizzas here, and they usually tipped her well, but it always left her a little uncomfortable at the way some of them openly leered at her. And she knew she was bound to get more than one sly proposition. She always managed to deflect their innuendos and laugh at the right moment, but she really just wanted to get her money and get out.

She sighed with relief once the door was finally closed behind her, and she walked as quickly as she could to her car. Once inside, she breathed another sigh of relief and carefully counted the money. She smiled when she realized they'd left her a 25% tip. She was averaging 20% tonight, probably at least 5% more than any of the other delivery people.

She pulled up her next order, frowning at the address. It was a new address, not one of her regulars, and a little bit further outside of campus. She hated going to new addresses, never knowing what awaited her on the other side of the door. But thankfully, Anya had prepared her for just about any kind of attack, and besides, she had her pepper spray, which she'd only ever had to use once.

She punched the address into her maps app, realizing that the it was about a six-minute drive from where she was. It didn't take long to reach the address, the roads mostly clear of traffic since it was a residential area, an affluent one at that, if the size of the houses and trees lining the street was any indication.

She parked in the driveway next to the BMW, careful to park far enough away that her door wouldn't touch the other car. She double-checked the address and then pulled out the correct pizza. She balanced the pizza on one hand, her other hand wrapping around the small pepper spray can in her pocket. She rang the doorbell, before slipping her hand back into her pocket.

It was a moment before she heard someone at the door, and when the door opened, she blinked in surprise. She'd assumed that the person who would answer the door would be older, not a girl her own age. She smiled awkwardly and raised the pizza.

"Uh…pizza delivery."

Clarke stared at the girl for a moment, her mind tumbling a little too rapidly for her to keep up. For some reason it hadn't occurred to her that the delivery boy would be a delivery girl, although she realized that was a stupid assumption to make. And she certainly hadn't expected the delivery girl to be so beautiful.

Clarke stared longer than was comfortable, only realizing too late, when the girl shifted nervously on her feet, her smile faltering. The girl's skin was flawless, her long hair spilling down her back in shiny, lustrous waves. Clarke had the overwhelming desire to reach out and touch it, but was sure she would be slapped and rightfully so.

She backed up nodding stupidly. "Um…yes…sorry! I just wasn't expecting…I mean…" she gestured helplessly in the air, still backing up and waving the girl into the hallway. "I mean you're a girl. Woman! Woman!" she corrected hastily, wincing at her words tumbling past her lips without her permission.

"I…uh…just wasn't expecting someone so…uh…." She gestured helplessly in the air, wincing again at the look on the other girl's face. "…beautiful." She finished, slamming her lips closed, her teeth clinking against each other hard enough to hurt. She wanted nothing more than to face palm and sink into the floor. She had just told the perfect stranger in her hallway that she was beautiful.

Lexa stared at the other girl, noting the drying flour on her cheek, the blonde hair that had escaped her braid. At first she'd been worried about the way the girl stared at her, but now she relaxed, bringing her hand out of her pocket. The blonde was harmless, well perhaps not to herself. She cocked her head, watching as the flush of red spread up the girl's neck and blossomed across her cheeks. She smiled.

"You think I'm beautiful?" She couldn't help it. She knew she shouldn't tease her or flirt with her, but it just slipped out, and it had nothing to do with wanting a bigger tip.

Clarke groaned and dropped her face into her hands. "Oh goddess, I am so sorry! That was so…ugh." She sighed and peeked out between her fingers, finally dropping her hands when she saw the other girl smiling at her.

"I really am sorry."

Lexa could feel her smile growing even wider, and she shrugged a little. "It's ok. I'm not offended. At least you didn't proposition me." She couldn't resist and winked at Clarke, laughing lightly at the way the blonde blushed.

"Ok you can stop now," Clarke laughed and turned around gesturing for Lexa to follow her. "I have to get my wallet, if you don't mind waiting here."

Lexa nodded and stood in the foyer at the end of the short hallway. She could see into both the living room on the right and part of the kitchen on the left. Her eyes widened as she saw the mess on the counters, and she grinned again. The blonde didn't appear to be much of a cook. Maybe Lexa would get lucky, and the girl would order pizza again.

The blonde returned quickly, wallet in hand. "What do I owe you?"

"Twelve for the pizza." Lexa looked down at the slip in her hand, "Thin crust, gluten free, genoa salami, mozzarella balls, and…" she looked down at the slip again, "…uh…pepperoncini and fresh basil?" She glanced up at the blonde and held out the pizza when the girl nodded.

"Yeah." Clarke handed her a twenty, "keep the change."

"Oh…no…it's too much for a tip."

"No, it isn't. Thank you for the pizza." She hefted the pizza in her hands, wishing she had something interesting to say to get the girl to stay longer, but knowing she probably had a number of pizzas in her car to deliver.

Lexa nodded and smiled again, shoving the twenty into her pocket. She turned slowly and walked back to the door, the blonde behind her. She ducked her head and smiled a little when the blonde hastily reached around her and pulled the door open for her. She leaned back slightly, blushing as her back brushed against the blonde's front, and she was sure she heard a sharp inhalation behind her.

Clarke bit her lip at the light press of Lexa's back against her breasts, and she let out a shaky breath when the brunette moved away, slipping out the door. She stood in the doorway watching as the girl walked to her car, and she smiled and waved, probably too enthusiastically considering she didn't know the girl, but she didn't regret it when the brunette grinned, showing her teeth and waved back.

Clarke groaned and shook out her shoulders as she stood up from her seat in the lecture hall. Three hours of Rocket Propulsion class was enough to exhaust anyone. She stretched enjoying the way her spine popped and realigned, before grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulders. Last class of the day, and it was Friday.

She smiled at the thought, pretending that the sudden skip in her step wasn't due to the thought of a certain delivery girl. She had been waiting for Friday all week, determined to order pizza again in hopes that she would see her again, never mind the fact that her refrigerator was currently full of pizza. She'd ordered pizza Tuesday and Wednesday night hoping the delivery person would be the mystery girl, but each time it had been an awkward boy with dark hair and gangly limbs.

"Yo, Griffin, wait up!"

She slowed her step, a little surprised as Raven fell into step with her. They shared some of the same classes, and she knew Raven had an on and off again thing with her friend Bellamy, but they never had really hung out.

"Yes?"

"Did you get the handout for the study materials from our single variable calculus class? I missed the class this morning."

Clarke nodded, surprised that Raven had missed the class, it was unlike the other girl.

Raven shrugged, "I had a date. One that went into this morning and went very well." She chuckled and nudged Clarke's shoulder, winking.

Clarke laughed and nodded, "sure I'll email you a copy later."

"Thanks, chum."

Clarke rolled her eyes and walked down the steps of the lecture building, surprised again when Raven walked with her. "So…you and Bellamy?"

Raven shook her head, "Nope. We're done."

"Done? Like done DONE or just done?"

"Done DONE. He's a good friend, and we've had fun, but we fight more than we should when we are together. But we never fight when we aren't together. So yeah… done DONE."

Clarke nodded, she'd gone through the same thing with Finn last year. Except Finn had wanted more, and she hadn't. She liked him, maybe even loved him a little, but not enough to want the same things he did. He saw a future of them together with three kids and a dog and a white picket fence around their house. She supposed it wasn't a bad dream at all, one that was even a little bit appealing, but whenever she tried to picture it with her and Finn…she winced just thinking about it. Besides, she'd found out after the fact that Finn had been in a long-term relationship just days before they started dating, and she wasn't convinced he'd actually broken up with his ex before he and Clarke had hooked up. She was better off without him.

"Doing anything fun this weekend?"

Clarke immediately thought about the pizza delivery girl and blushed. She ducked her head, turning slightly away from Raven in hopes the other girl wouldn't notice.

"Uh uh uh! Someone is blushing," Raven laughed and bumped shoulders with Clarke. "Getting some action this weekend hmmmm?"

"Raven!"

"That's my name, and the ladies do love screaming it!" Raven laughed at her own joke, dismissing Clarke's roll of the eyes with a careless wave of her hand.

"So….ladies huh?" Clarke chewed on her bottom lip, her mind spinning. She'd always known she was probably bi. She'd made out with a few girls in high school and even in college, hands had found their way under shirts and down pants, but that was as far as it went. But here was an opportunity she couldn't pass up.

Raven chuckled and looked at Clarke out of the corner of her eye. But she sobered quickly when she noticed the look of confusion on the other girl's face.

She gently nudged her with her shoulder, "Hey, Clarkey? You ok?"

"Huh? Oh yes…um…I was just thinking…" her voice trailed off, and she came to a halt on the quad, Raven quiet beside her.

"You want to talk about it?"

Clarke looked down at her feet and then back up to Raven, noting the sincerity in her eyes, the open expression on her face. She wondered why she hadn't spent more time with Raven. The girl was a genius, already having interned at NASA, and had a job waiting for her there when she graduated. But more importantly the girl funny and kind. She could really use more friends like Raven.

"Um…you mentioned ladies…?" Her voice trailed off, and she didn't finish her sentence, hoping Raven would do the heavy lifting and pick up on her unasked questions.

Raven nodded and turned fully towards Clarke, "Yeah, I'm bi, and my super hot date last night was a woman." She waited patiently but when Clarke didn't seem inclined to say anything, she continued. "I figured out I was bi when I was pretty young, around twelve I think. Had this wicked crush on the most popular girl in school. I wrote her little poems and put them in her locker with little candies."

"What happened?"

Raven shrugged. "I got a black eye and busted lip for my troubles." She winced, realizing that probably wasn't the best example of…well anything good.

"Well anyway…I've dated women, had one-night stands with them." She looked down and shuffled her feet, her mind wandering, "that was mostly in college, but there was a girl in high school. My boyfriend and I had broken up, and she was there when I needed her…" she sighed and shrugged again, pushing thoughts of the girl she'd almost loved from her mind. "But my boyfriend and I got back together and were together for years."

"What happened?"

"He fell in love with some other girl. And then Bellamy and I started our thing last year, but honestly…I think I'm done with men for a while. Girls are…well, they aren't easier," she laughed, "but they tend to love more fiercely. And the sex…" she whistled under breath, "damn, Clarke, the sex is always better."

Clarke nodded like she understood, and perhaps she did despite never actually dating a woman, because a certain pizza delivery girl had taken up residence in her mind and refused to leave. "Thanks, Raven."

"No problem, Clarkey."

Clarke rolled her eyes at the new nickname. "Really?"

"Yup. Really. We're bosom buddies now." Raven nodded emphatically, her eyes twinkling.

"Or really? That close?" Clarke sniffed and rolled her eyes at Raven but couldn't help the smile that practically split her face in two.

Raven looped her arm through Clarke's, "Yup, we are part of a sisterhood now. Sisters of the Vag!" Raven punched her fist into the air, the air echoing around them.

"Raven!"

"What?"

Clarke groaned and then laughed and shook her head. She'd been right. She needed a friend like Raven. She needed Raven as a friend.

"What's your problem? Keep walking, buddy?" Raven sneered at the frat boy who'd whirled around when he heard Raven's cry.

Raven turned back to Clarke and tugged her forward, "Want to study Monday night? I could use a partner for that rocket propulsion test we have coming up." It was a lie, and they both knew it, but Clarke accepted it for what it was, and offer of friendship.

"I'd like that." She smiled and walked towards her car while Raven regaled her with tales of her date the night before, going far more into detail than Clarke was comfortable with, which was probably why Raven did it.

Lexa felt strangely giddy as she readied for work, pulling on the red sweatshirt, and applying a thin coat of lip gloss and then eyeliner. She pretended that the extra minutes spent on her appearance were natural and had nothing to do with a certain blonde, that she was hoping would order pizza again. She sighed and pulled at the sleeves of her sweatshirt, carefully examining her appearance in the mirror. Not much she could do about the uniform, but at least her makeup looked good. Understated enough to not draw too much attention, but still enough to cause her lips to glisten, and he eyes to look smoky green in the mirror.

She nodded and grabbed her keys and purse heading out for another night of delivering pizzas. She hummed along to the radio, trying not to think about the blonde. She'd plagued her every day since she met her, and she'd found herself staring off into la-la land more than once during her classes. She'd finally caved and texted Anya last night, hoping to get her opinion on the matter, but Anya had been out, and still hadn't returned her call. Maybe she was on a date. Goddess knew Anya needed a woman in her life, someone who was more than a one-night stand.

She made her way into the restaurant, nodding at her colleagues, anxious to get started. She grabbed the slips from Bellamy, quickly shuffling through them, sighing when she didn't see one from the blonde.

"Looking for something?"

"No. No. Just checking what my tips might be." She hurriedly put them into her pouch and picked up the load of pizzas, making her way quickly to her car, hoping Bellamy wouldn't pursue it. She sighed in relief when he didn't follow her out, and she started her first run of the night.

She'd already made fifteen deliveries before she was handed the slip she'd been waiting for all night. Her hand shook slightly as she looked down at the address she'd already memorized.

Clarke.

She smiled, her name was Clarke. It fit her. She wasn't sure why, but it did. She folded the slip carefully and slipped it into her back pocket instead of in the pouch. She grabbed the pizza noting it was the same pizza as last Friday. She could feel her excitement and anxiety building as she made the trip to Clarke's apartment. She pulled into the driveway next to the BMW, wondering what color it actually was. Dark. That was all she knew. She took a deep breath and picked up the pizza, holding it in two hands while she waited for Clarke to answer the doorbell.

Thoughts?