MOODBOARD FOR THIS CHAPTER ON MY TUMBLR! (loupagneau.t.c)
It's not unusual to Lexa to feel this way.
Honestly, she has been feeling it since she saw Clarke for the first time.
When Raven, her boss' spokesperson, said that there was going to be another person involved in the scheme, she wasn't happy at first. Of course, she wasn't happy, ever since her anonymous boss contacted Lexa to do some dirty jobs for her, Lexa was the only one she kept in touch ever since.
Lexa is the best. She really is skilled at what she does: killing bad people for money with her two pistols.
And the best thing is that she doesn't need to share the bounty with anyone else. She only needs to take care of herself and, for Lexa, that's the best gift that independence can give to people.
Except, now there's Clarke.
She came to the anonymous meeting at midnight that night wearing a dark blue dress, an updo and red lipstick on her lips. Lexa judged the hell of her at first sight. It looked that she was trying to be a gangster from the fifties. No way that that little princess doll would be tough enough for the job.
"You're not the one my boss contacted to do this," she ironically said as soon as she saw Clarke, her eyes scanning the other girl's body.
Clarke didn't back down as Lexa thought so.
"And yet you're the one your boss asked me to help," Clarke said as she sat on the table with Lexa on that old creepy bar downtown. She put her elbows on the table, looking at Lexa that had curious green eyes all over her. She clicked her tongue and a playful smile curled her pretty lips. "Interesting, isn't it?"
And then it all started.
It's been three years now and they still treat each other the same way they started their friendship at the first place. Only now they became best friends and partners in crime as they started their adult life together. Jokes and insults aside, they really maintained a good team spirit whilst genuinely taking care of each other. Of course, Lexa would always play the darkest parts of each job, but with Clarke's strategies, it never felt like a big risk to take.
Clarke's a crime genius with a heart made of gold, rainbows, and cute shit. That's only one of the reasons why Lexa has secretly fallen in love with her. They made out in the past, sure, but they both were super drunk. Clarke more than Lexa. Clarke probably doesn't even remember it and they never talked about it either.
Lexa has fallen in love with a straight girl that happens to be her best friend.
Isn't that just great.
Lexa's been trying to suppress any feelings that insist to blossom in her heart, but it's really difficult when you share a super small apartment with your super hot and cute best friend and then you work with her every single fucking day doing what you both like to do the most: making things right in the worst way possible.
Lexa started dating other women to get over Clarke. There were so many of them. Costia, Octavia, Anya, Indra. Yet Clarke never bothered to care, she always teased that Lexa was finally settling down and she would finally leave her ass alone. It hurt. And honestly, Lexa isn't used to being hurt over rejection, so she finally decided to move on. And actually, she has been doing a great job.
Except for when she sees Clarke like that.
Lexa gets really turned on when Clarke plays the bad girl.
"Lexa!" Clarke yells, making Lexa come back to the reality again. "The lighter! Now!"
Lexa looks at the lighter in her hands and turns her head to see her best friend still pointing a gun towards what once was a man running in her direction. Lexa takes a brief look around Clarke and there're at least ten bodies on the floor. Clarke never really gets to kill, but when she does, it's a fucking tragedy.
And still, there's a smirk curling Clarke's lips, almost in a malicious way.
Almost like if she was feeling pleasure.
In all those years of crime and murder, there've been only a few times that Lexa got to see that side of Clarke.
Lexa really, really loves it.
"Lexa!" Clarke yells again, taking the life of another criminal away. "Now!"
Lexa holds the lighter ever tighter in her hands. She throws a look at Clarke as if she was waiting for some kind of further approval, and when the blonde nods once, she does what she needs to do.
She throws the lighter towards the designated place and runs towards Clarke's direction, taking her hand so they could jump through the window together.
As they still fly on the air, the whole place explodes behind them.
"Fuck!" Lexa cries in pain once they're both laying on the cold and wet floor. Clarke immediately looks at Lexa to check if she's ok and her face expresses nothing but pain over her arm.
"Are you ok?" Clarke frowns, struggling to get up quickly to reach a hand to Lexa. Clarke knows that Lexa is in pain, but they can deal with it after they go to a safer place. "Come on, we need to run."
"I'm fine," Lexa lies. She takes Clarke's hand with her good arm and unexpectedly receives a hug so tight that Lexa can feel that Clarke's heart is beating fast. When Clarke pulls away, she tenderly kisses Lexa's cheek before taking her hand to run with her.
All this sweetness is getting Lexa killed one day.
"Stop obsessing," Lexa huffs. She's been through a very risky moment minutes ago and she can't handle Clarke being overly worried. "If you stay on the window people will be able to see you and then they'll know where we live and then we die."
Clarke gets away from the window and sighs. She puts out her cigarette in the ashtray upon the windowsill and sits back on the old green couch where Lexa is laying in an almost fetal position. "Are you sure they didn't see us getting in the car?"
"Yes," Lexa mumbles, adjusting her injured arm in her chest that was previously bandaged by Clarke.
Clarke frowns as she puts a hand on Lexa's leg. The feeling of the warmth of her hand on Lexa's bare leg makes her skin ache with the touch. Lexa apprehensively settles on the couch, wishing that one day she can get over the way her body reacts to Clarke's touch. "How's your arm?"
"It hurts," Lexa closes her eyes tight and swallows. "But I'm fine."
Clarke gives a small smile.
Clarke usually is the one beaten up on the couch and Lexa is the one that's there promptly taking care of her, even though she's pretty hurt herself. Lexa is amazing. She's tough, she's cold-hearted, but when it comes to Clarke, she can be disgusting of how much sweet she can be. And Clarke thinks that's the most adorable thing in the world.
But before Clarke could open her mouth to say anything that would explode Lexa's ego all over the place, Clarke feels her phone buzzing in her pocket.
[11pm] R:
Party night, you deserve it.
[11pm] R:
Ground House bar, 15 minutes
from now. See you, girls!
"Who is it?" Lexa asks, her eyes still closed.
"Raven," Clarke says. "She wants to go to the Ground House."
"Oh," Lexa swallows. She opens her eyes to look at Clarke, who is sitting next to her feet with furrowed brows, as usual. She notices that Clarke's overthinking about it. Honestly, it would be selfish of her to ask Clarke to stay home with her when it's Clarke's birthday. "You can go, Clarke. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."
Lexa closes her eyes again as if the conversation was already over because of course, Clarke wouldn't miss an opportunity to get wasted with Raven and their team in her birthday and-
"Yeah, right," Clarke chuckles. "I'll tell her that we can go tomorrow."
Clarke gets up and takes the folded blanket on the arm of the couch to pull it over Lexa's body and kisses her forehead. Lexa doesn't open her eyes, but she has a shy lopsided smile on her lips.
"Stop loving me so much," Lexa says. "It's disgusting, Clarke."
"I know, right?" Clarke smiles as she takes her phone to reply to Raven. "I'll ask for a pizza instead, too bad that you will be sleeping when it arrives."
"Don't," Lexa struggles to say. "There's cake in the fridge, I forgot to tell you."
"The Alexandria Woods baked me a cake?"
Lexa doesn't answer and she's clearly oblivious from Clarke's heart eyes and look of admiration despite the irony in her question.
"Birthday girl deserves a treat," Lexa manages to break the silence. "And I'm sorry you won't get drunk tonight."
"Well," Clarke walks to the window to light another cigarette before she could dine her birthday cake. "We can celebrate it tomorrow," Clarke says, then she lowers her voice, almost like if she was talking to herself. "Plus it isn't that funny when you're not around to act like a jealous dick when I'm making out with someone anyways."
Lexa feels sleepy as fuck due to the medicine that Clarke gave her for the pain, but that really caught her attention. She isn't able to come up with a response to that. Or any response at all. She feels her body being taken over by an abnormal tiredness and she gives in to sleep.
She can come up with a response to that tomorrow.
Clarke better be clear on what she meant with that.