A/N: So this was actually my first foray into Clexa fanfic world. Wrote this a while ago, but wanted to update some current fics before posting this. Small multi-chap fic that I thoroughly enjoyed writing :)

Clexa Week Day 7: Free write

Disclaimer: I do not own The 100, but JRat shouldn't either so…

CHAPTER 1

Clarke Griffin was all smiles as she greeted each member as they scanned in through the turnstiles of the gym. It was 6am and, as always, busy with the constant flow of people getting their morning workout in before rushing off to whatever career they had.

She loved mornings at the gym. She loved the energy. She loved seeing her best friend and cracking jokes about the regulars, fellow members of staff and the dolls.

The dolls were Clarke's favourite part of the day. Raven had come up with the name for the women – young and old – who came into the gym in their skimpy outfits to gossip more than anything else. Initially, she'd been ashamed at how they were poking fun at women they didn't even know, but Raven's comments in her ear every five minutes drew her in to the fun.

"Griffin, more towels in Studio 3," Octavia Blake, their supervisor, barked. "Class will be letting out in ten minutes and they'll need towels."

Clarke pulled her mouth to one side. Octavia was a pint-sized woman only a few months older than Clarke herself, but she was formidable in her own right. Her boyfriend, Lincoln, followed her around like an obedient puppy dog, but he was a really sweet guy and Octavia was kinda hot so she couldn't really blame him.

"Clarke!" Raven hissed.

"Right." She snapped back to the present and grabbed a stack of neatly folded towels from the counter and headed quickly to Studio 3.

She hummed to herself as she got closer to the studios, each one playing a high-energy tune from the latest Top 40. She glanced at the roster outside Studio 3 and her breath caught in her throat. The Commander was in Studio 3 for her twice-a-week cardio workout.

Holy shit.

It was one of the most popular classes at the gym and Clarke wasn't surprised that extra towels were needed. Every class was packed and every person walked (or stumbled) out of there drenched in sweat.

She swallowed. The Commander was ruthless. She was notorious for not giving a shit if people were cramping or hyperventilating. She was hard-core. She had an unyielding never say die attitude that Clarke admired.

There were many things that Clarke admired about the Commander.

Many, many things.

Clarke took a deep breath and opened the door, sliding in unnoticed. Her heart rate increased as a strong voice barked commands at the exhausted gym members.

"Trying is not good enough! Victory stands on the back of sacrifice, people!"

Clarke started stacking the towels, avoiding the front of room at all costs.

Okay, so she had a thing for the Commander. Like, a big thing. She couldn't help it. Lexa Woods, aka the Commander, just oozed sex and confidence and those were two things that happened to be in Clarke's top 5 weakness list.

The Commander happened to check the other three boxes as well.

Captivating eyes – only the dreamiest green eyes that Clarke had ever seen.

Abs for days – Holy crap. Just…holy crap.

Self-sufficient – Okay, so she'd added that after her douche of an ex-boyfriend decided that he quite liked living in his mom's basement.

Clarke needed someone who knew what they wanted and didn't seem too chicken shit to go after it. The Commander definitely seemed like that kind of person.

So yeah, Clarke was kinda screwed – just not in the way she wanted to be.

Lexa never looked in her direction. She did come across as kind of a snob, but her reputation meant the gym kept turning a tidy profit every year. The Commander was professional as anything and Clarke respected that. There was just nothing that she didn't find alluring about the aloof brunette.

Absolutely nothing.

She was perfect, in every way.

Clarke sighed as she stacked the last of the towels. Just as she turned to leave, the Commander announced that class was over. People headed for the door immediately, no doubt wanting to head straight for the steam room or sauna. Clarke stood to one side, politely smiling at those members that weren't grimacing in pain to smile back.

When there was a wide enough gap between members, she slipped out and headed back to the front desk.

"Griffin!"

She skidded to stop. "Hi, Octavia. You know you can call me Clarke, right?"

Octavia lifted a shoulder nonchalantly. "Studio 3 is empty for the next half hour. Give it a good scrub down, would ya?"

"Yeah, sure."

Clarke didn't mind the grunt work of her job. The gym paid her exceptionally well, which funded her passion for art. Art supplies weren't cheap so she considered herself lucky to be able to work in a place where she interacted with pretty cool people on a daily basis and there was eye candy in abundance.

Speaking of…

Clarke's breath caught in her throat as she opened the door of Studio 3 once more, only to be met with the intense green eyes that she dreamt about.

She didn't move. She couldn't move. She was rooted to the spot, held captive by Lexa and her hypnotising eyes.

Clarke knew why she was frozen to the spot, but the Commander didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry to get past her either.

Get it together, Griff! Jesus.

Clarke blinked a few times, grounding herself back to reality instead of the fantasy world in her head where Lexa had swept her up and locked the door to Studio 3, preparing to-

"Have a good day, Clarke," Lexa murmured, sliding past her, making sure (Clarke thought) to brush their bodies against one another.

Clarke wasn't sure if she let out a whimper or a groan, but she was certain that some kind of noise escaped her at Lexa's brash move.

And, oh, did she smell good. Sure, she was sweaty, but Clarke loved seeing sweaty Lexa. It was one of her favourite looks on the brunette goddess.

Once the door closed behind her, Clarke did let out a groan at her complete inability to do anything normal around Lexa. The Commander wielded a presence over pretty much everyone in the gym, including the managers, and Clarke was no exception. In fact, she was probably the most susceptible.

"You are an idiot, Griff," she muttered to herself, walking to the closet at the back of the room. Some hard labour would have to quell her throbbing arousal until her shift ended at three and she could escape to her apartment for some much needed masturbation time.

Clarke hummed as she cooked herself dinner. She'd had a very productive afternoon. She'd got home, taken care of her lingering arousal and spent a few hours sketching. Of course, her drawing had been of the Commander with war paint across the green eyes that Clarke loved to draw. She found the war paint really made the colour stand out. She'd already replaced her green pencils four times since her last major stock replenishment.

She just really liked Lexa's eyes, okay?

"Yo, Griff."

Clarke jumped at the sudden sound of Raven's voice.

Her best friend narrowed her eyes. "This looks suspiciously like a night in when we specifically scheduled a night out."

Clarke frowned. "I don't remember that discussion."

Raven lifted a shoulder. "I must have forgotten to tell you. Enough dilly-dallying. Get yourself sparkly!"

"Ray, I really just want a night in."

"Why, so that you can make your one ridiculously healthy meal of the week and draw the Commander in seventy different shades of green?"

Clarke blushed. Raven was well aware of her crush on her co-worker. Well, she wasn't exactly subtle about it when Lexa walked into the room.

"Griff, Griffin, Clarkey, Princess," Raven began in what she assumed was a sympathetic tone.

"You know I hate being called Princess," she muttered. "Finn started that nickname and he's a douche."

"No arguments on that front," Raven agreed. "But you are my best friend and that gives me unlimited allowance to call you whatever I want."

Clarke sighed.

"Clarkey McClarkepants."

"Raven, that's not-"

"Griffsterrific."

"Oh my God."

"Griff of Clarke."

"That was terrible."

"Agreed, that was a poor attempt. But to get back to my original point-"

"Oh, did you have one?" Clarke teased, turning the heat on low as she sprinkled a pinch of spice into her stir fry.

"Hardy har. Yes, I did. And my point is that you are young, beautiful and single. And you should not be spending a Friday night indoors."

"How I choose to spend my Friday night – or any night, for that matter – is my choice, Raven," Clarke stated.

Raven looked at her for a few moments. "You so need to get laid."

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Just because you have an insatiable libido doesn't mean that the rest of the universe does too."

But maybe Raven was right. It had been a few months…

"Come on. Please?" Raven begged, bringing out the puppy dog pout.

"I'm not going to enjoy myself if you guilt me into going, Ray."

Raven dropped the pout. "Okay, fine. This is me, your bestest friend in the entire universe, asking you to come out with me and some of our friends who, by the way, have forgotten what you look like."

Clarke sighed. "Guilting me."

"Come on! I have never had to work so hard to get a girl to go out with me. You're ruining my rep, Griff."

At that, Clarke had to chuckle. She glanced down at her simmering food.

Compromise.

"I will meet you at the club once I have eaten my dinner and taken the time to get myself sparkly," she said diplomatically.

"Atta girl." Raven fist-pumped the air. "Meet at Dropship at ten."

"See you later."

Raven skipped out, leaving Clarke to wonder how the hell she'd unlocked her front door to get in anyway.

Lexa Woods liked control. She liked order. She disliked chaos. Unfortunately, her best friend's middle name was chaos.

Lexa deftly dodged yet another article of clothing flying at her head.

"You are not going to bail on me yet again, Lexa," Anya told her sternly. "This whole isolation routine is getting old."

Maintaining a cool façade (as she always did), Lexa replied, "I have no desire to go to a crowded club where drinks are overpriced and people forget their basic self-control."

"God," Anya groaned. "You and control. I swear, you need to get laid."

Lexa blinked. "I get laid."

"Ha! And my butt's purple."

"That's only because you leave your left flank open to attack. It's hardly my fault that I pinned you seven times today."

Anya glared at her. "I was being nice. Don't get used to it."

"You being nice? I didn't think it was possible for you to be nice, Anya."

"You are such a bitch. Now make yourself useful and find my fucking red dress!"

"This one?" Lexa picked up the first thing she saw on Anya's horrendously untidy bed.

"Oh my God, yes! Now, what are you going to wear?"

Lexa folded her arms and leaned against the doorframe, not bothering with a response.

"I'm sorry, I don't think you understand. Not going is not optional. You will be escorting me to this club because I have about a ninety-four percent chance of getting laid tonight and your obligation as my best friend is to be my wingwoman."

"That is ridiculous. Firstly, there is no plausible way for you to have worked out the percentage of you possibly getting laid without knowing some of the variables beforehand, therefore you do not need me there as your wingwoman because it sounds like you already have a hook up ready and waiting for you at the club."

"Your mom was right," Anya mumbled. "You would have made an incredible lawyer. Or politician."

Lexa shrugged. "I'm still young."

"You are by far the most boring twenty-five-year-old on this planet."

"Have you met every twenty-five-year-old on this planet?"

"Smartass."

"I rest my case."

"See? Lawyer."

Lexa just chuckled.

Anya sighed. "Lex, please? I feel like I never see you in any kind of social context. If we're not working, we're having dinner either here or at your place. I miss being in a crazy loud place with you and making fun of the drunk people. I miss you and your sense of humour."

"I don't have a sense of humour."

"See? That! That's what I miss."

Lexa frowned in confusion. "Have you been pre-drinking?"

Anya huffed. "Obviously. But that's not the point. I want to go out and have a good night, and I want my best friend with me because that's what best friends do."

She already knew that she was going to regret her decision.

"Fine," she muttered. "But as soon as your tongue ventures down someone's throat, I'm gone."

"Deal." Anya replied immediately with a wide grin.

Clarke and Raven had been at Dropship for all of twenty minutes, and already each of them had downed four shots.

"It's a curse being so hot," Raven deadpanned, leaning against the bar, thrusting her chest out for any passers-by to ogle.

Clarke giggled. "You're such a slut."

Raven winked. "Griff, you flatter me." Her eyes scanned the club, seemingly looking for someone.

"Please don't tell me you invited me here to be your distraction until someone hotter comes along," Clarke groaned.

"I am offended. You are the hottest of the hot, Clarkey. But you lost your chance to get all up on this back in college."

She giggled again. Unfortunately, she was a giggly drunk. "Ray, that would have been super awkward. Well, the sex would have been great."

"No doubt."

"No doubt," Clarke continued, "but the aftermath would have destroyed us. The temptation would always be there to do it again and then we would have become fuck buddies, which would have totally fucked our friendship because I would have eventually started to feel something, whether it was guilt or something else and that wouldn't be fair to either of us. We'd stop talking to each other and I would have lost out on a great friendship because of some great sex."

"Awesome sex."

"No doubt."

Raven grinned. "You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Griff."

Clarke gave a small smile and toyed with the strap of her father's watch. "I think I wanna find something serious, Ray. I don't want fly-by-nights. I don't want fleeting. I want the real deal. I want someone to miss, someone to go home to every night, someone to cuddle with without the pressure of it being anything more than that."

To her credit, Raven didn't seem surprised. "So let's find you a princess, Princess! Or a prince. Obvs. No judgement."

"Ray, I somehow don't think I'll find my Miss or Mr. Right in a club."

"Hey, many a fanfic will tell you that beautiful things begin in a nightclub where your inhibitions are lowered and you do and say things you wouldn't ordinarily do."

"Been there, done that." Clarke signalled the bartender for another drink.

"It'll happen, Clarke." Raven became uncharacteristically serious. "I know you and you'll find that true love. Who knows, you may have even found it already."

Clarke rolled her eyes as she paid for the beers, smiling at the bartender in thanks.

"Yeah, right. Because that's realistic."

"You never know," Raven sang. "The Commander could be your lady knight in tight spandex for all you know."

Clarke handed Raven a beer. "Somehow, I don't think I'll be that lucky."

"Luck is a matter of perspective." Raven grinned out into the crowd. "And perspective is about to hit you square in the nether regions."

"What does that even mean?" Clarke asked, following Raven's line of sight.

Oh, crap.

She quickly turned around and downed her beer. "Ray, please tell me you didn't set this up. Please tell me you didn't get me here just for this."

Raven kissed her cheek. "That would make me a liar. Now put on your big girl pants and go and talk to her!"

Clarke shook her head and took a few deep breaths. She couldn't believe Raven had gone behind her back and-

"Hello, Clarke."

Slowly, she turned around and swallowed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Hey."

Lexa was bored. Anya hadn't found her ninety-four percentile hook up yet and was getting antsy. As Lexa had predicted, the club was noisy and filled with people who had relinquished all self-control in the name of a 'good time'. She scoffed internally. She knew a multitude of better ways that she could have spent her evening.

She glanced at Anya, who was chatting animatedly to the bartender, and bit the inside of her lip. Anya was right. She had been distant – and with good reason. She wasn't a very sociable person, never had been. And when she had decided to step into the world, just crap had followed.

She set her jaw. No. The way she lived her life was the best way; for her, for everyone.

"Hey, Lex. You doing okay?"

"Peachy."

"Don't be mad, please?"

Lexa sighed. "I'm not. I'm bored."

"So come and dance with me."

"Dance, Anya? You must be drunk to suggest that."

"No, you're just a granny inside a smoking hot body. I remember you in high school, missy. We had to drag you off the dance floor."

Lexa felt a brief flush colour her cheeks.

"That was a long time ago, Anya. I'm not that girl anymore."

"Yeah, no shit," Anya snipped back. "Come on, Lex. For old times' sake?"

Lexa knew she wasn't getting out of a dance so she downed her drink and allowed Anya to pull her onto the dance floor. It took two or three songs, but her best friend being goofy and playful reminded Lexa of how it used to be and for a brief moment, she let her walls down. Anya squealed her delight and Lexa smiled wider in return. They spent a good fifteen minutes on the dance floor, attracting attention from both sexes. While Anya relished in the attention, Lexa retreated from it. She immediately starting distancing herself and Anya picked up on it.

"Why don't we get another drink?" she suggested, guiding them towards the bar. Her eyes lit up as she spotted someone. "Oooh, Lex. I spy with my little eye, someone beginning with a C."

"Huh?"

Anya pointed to two people leaning against the bar with beers in their hands. Lexa dug her heels in, immediately halting any movement.

"What the hell, Anya? This better not have been why you brought me here!"

Anya looked offended. "Moi? Like I have tabs on what every single person in this city does."

Lexa just gave her a look.

"Okay, so yes. I may have known she would be here."

"And her companion is your ninety-four percentile hook up, I'm assuming."

"You assume correctly, best friend. Now, go play."

Lexa shook her head. There was only one way this would end: badly. Before she knew it, Anya was dragging her towards the duo.

She really hated her best friend.

And I shall leave it there for now ;) Hope you all enjoyed!

-H