At the sound of the door unlocking, Clarke's heartbeat races. She cannot believe that the old lady just gave her the key to the apartment of the woman she has been chasing for weeks, the woman who has been ruining her life for the same amount of time.
A strange feeling coils in her guts when she clicks the door close behind her, she is about to walk into Lexa's home. She shouldn't name her Lexa because she is a psychopath, a killer and her mission is to catch her not be familiar and feel empathy for her or anything else on the matter.
However, Clarke cannot help thinking of her as Lexa because the last few days a lot happened between them to the point where everyone in her team teases her referring to the gorgeous psychopath 'Clarke's girlfriend'.
Much to her surprise, Lexa's Parisian apartment looks rather shitty with ugly overused furniture and dirty walls. Judging her fine taste in mostly everything especially her fashion, Clarke doubts the gorgeous brunette had been living here for so long because she is a woman who loves luxury as she easily can afford it with her killer paycheck.
Clarke walks with hesitant footsteps in the first room at her right, Lexa's bedroom and looks around. It is not as she imagined it would look, it simply has a double bed, a wardrobe and a small dressing table and it has a typical French double door entrance directly onto the rest of the apartment. Clarke decides to not linger too long into the bedroom wanting to explore the rest of the apartment so she walks towards the living-room without stopping then gets in the bathroom.
The first thing that catches her attention is the big collection of perfumes, no wonder the one Lexa sent her as a gift in the bag she stole from her smells heavenly good just like her. Then, she notices a golden faucet and blurts out in disbelief, "Are you kidding me?" She sits on the edge of the bath and touches it. Lexa isn't bothered by her ugly furniture in the apartment but she clearly likes to cleanse the blood of her victims away in a luxurious bath.
Clarke shakes the image of the brunette's body naked in the bath away from her thoughts – she shouldn't picture the woman like that – and stands walking towards a small black closet. She opens it and finds it filled with outfits and a blonde wig, she subconsciously caresses it then coming back to her senses she takes her hand away and looks down at a drawer.
At this point, she cannot not open it and have a deeper look into Lexa's intimacy. There is something about her that leaves Clarke intrigued. She wants to know everything about her, every little detail of her life even the insignificant ones.
The drawer is full of guns and knives, somehow Clarke is not surprised. The black closet is apparently where Lexa keeps her 'work' outfits and tools. She goes back to the living-room without closing the drawer, Lexa messed up her life so she is not going to bother and keep her apartment tidy. She throws her handbag on the sofa along with her coat making herself comfortable. She has been running around Paris after the beautiful criminal the whole day with an empty stomach, she is exhausted.
She walks to the fridge to get any leftovers or something edible that may give her some energy in her system to face the woman again and when she opens it she finds nothing but bottles of expensive champagne. She throws her head back laughing in disbelief, Lexa is obviously unapologetic about how she makes her living. She celebrates each one of her victims.
Clarke knows that she shouldn't drink with an empty stomach but grabs one bottle and on her way back to Lexa's bedroom she pops it open and takes a thirsty first sip and ends up spilling some on the floor.
She takes a second look of the bedroom and remembers that she didn't not check the wardrobe. She puts the champagne bottle on the dressing table and opens the dressing then freezes for a second before taking a step closer. The first thing she notices is her own clothes, the ones she packed for her first trip to chase the psychopath woman around Europe. She takes the green scarf Finn offered her and stares at it for a moment to make sure that it is indeed hers before she takes all of her clothes off the dressing throwing them away feeling anger boiling her blood.
She doesn't stop there, she strews every piece of fabric that was hanging in the wardrobe on the bedroom's floor and when there was nothing left to throw, Clarke felt the urge to let her anger out. She grabs the bottle of champagne and drinks from it again before kicking all of Lexa's belonging off the surface of her dressing table. The sound of glass shattering somehow delights her frantic rage, the next thing she does is throwing the bottle on the bedroom's floor and pants listening to the sizzling of the champagne.
Feeling surprisingly good, she runs back into the kitchen and decides that she wants to keep going and ruin Lexa's apartment. She opens the fridge and throws a second bottle of champagne, a little yelp of excitement escapes her lips. Just as the sizzling sounds of the expensive champagne die, she throws another bottle with all the strength she has left in her driven by her newly found madness.
Suddenly, all her excitement is clouded and mixed with fear as she hears the apartment's door closing and keys shuffling. Her instinct kicks in and her feet rush her to the bathroom which is the closest. She hides at the corner next to the black closet then takes a knife and hides it in her back pocket before grabbing a gun. She was trained to shoot but she never got to use one behind her desk.
Feeling safe enough and confident with a gun in her hands, Clarke walks to the bedroom where she finds Lexa standing next to her wardrobe contemplating all the damage. When she turns around and looks at her, Clarke's heart thuds hard against her chest and her hands start trembling like a leaves on a windy day.
"Did you have a party or something?" Lexa asks with a smile on her face which irritates Clarke to no end. She doesn't fathom the way this woman is, how can she not care and easily quip while there is no room for jokes.
"I have lost two jobs, a husband and my best friend because of you," Clarke blurts out with a shaky voice.
"Yeah but you got some really nice clothes out of it so…" Lexa shrugs indifferently.
Clarke straightens her posture and lifts up the gun in her hands pointed at Lexa's direction and takes a deep breath ready to shoot the woman who is mocking her loss but before she could answer her, Lexa asks her with yet another mocking tone.
"What are you going to do with that?"
"I'm gonna kill you," Clarke replies.
"No, you're not," Lexa interjects.
"I am," Clarke insists feeling offended.
"You're not."
"I am."
"You like me too much," The brunette states smugly and Clarke exhales realizing that the woman knows her more than she knows herself. Seeing her reaction, Lexa chuckles happily arms crossed over her chest.
"So what now, Clarke?" Lexa asks.
"I'm gonna tell you something," Clarke announces then points her gun at the dressing table's seat and orders, "Sit down."
Lexa complies and looks at Clarke who lets her arms down at her sides and walks to the bed where she puts the gun and sits facing her crush? Her enemy? Clarke doesn't know how to categorize the infuriatingly beautiful woman. They stare silently at each other for a moment, Lexa's lips part ready to say something but then she closes them.
Clarke throws her head down in surrender then sighs looking back at Lexa and confesses, "I think about you all the time. I think about what you're wearing, and what you're doing and who you're doing it with. I think about what friends you have. I think about what you eat before you work, what shampoo you use, what happened in your family. I think about your eyes, your mouth and….what you feel when you kill someone. I think about what you have for breakfast…I just wanna know everything."
"I think about you too," Lexa lets out softly with a smile on her face. "I mean I masturbate about you a lot."
"Ok, that's.." Clarke blurts out looking for the appropriate word when Lexa interrupts her guessing, "Too much?"
"No, that's..I wasn't expecting that," Clarke admits and Lexa chuckles looking at the floor. "So you trash my apartment because you like me so much?" She asks trying to understand Clarke's reasoning.
"I…I know it's not conventional," Clarke lets out not knowing how to justify her frenzy. "What do you want?" She asks pointing her index finger in warning adding, "Honestly, and don't be a dick."
Lexa shrugs answering, "Normal stuff." Then elaborates, "Nice life, cool flat, fun job. Someone to watch movies with."
Clarke closes her eyes and lies back down on the bed. "God, I'm tired." Lexa nods staring at her for a moment then stands up and grabs the gun, she doesn't want to risk anything happening to the blonde. She thinks about hiding it away from her but then Clarke asks her, "Aren't you tired?"
"A little," Lexa acquiesces sitting on the bed next to her. She looks at Clarke for a moment seeing if she minds that she is so close to her but the blonde doesn't seem to care, she even has her eyes closed which encourages Lexa to lie down next to her.
Holding the gun tightly against her chest, Lexa chuckles looking at her. "You found me."
"Yes," Clarke replies.
"Well done," Lexa compliments impressed by the woman's perseverance. Clarke giggles happily, "Thank you." She opens her eyes and notices the gun in Lexa's hands.
"Are you gonna kill me?" She genuinely asks because she doesn't know if whether the brunette wants to kill her, or wants to be with her or even wants to be her as she clearly has been using her name and stealing her clothes. Lexa looks right into her blue eyes and shakes her head.
"Promise," Clarke demands.
"Promise," Lexa whispers and looks down at the gun in her hands then hides it under her bedside. She waits for a moment then flips on her side looking at Clarke and asks, "Would you stay for a bit?"
Clarke opens her eyes letting her words sink in before flipping on her left side to face Lexa, "Sure." She takes a deep breath in attempt to calm her racing heartbeat but to no avail. Lexa pushes a strand of blonde hair off her face and caresses her cheekbone with her thumb.
"I've never done something like this before," Clarke confesses with a shaky voice.
"It's ok," Lexa reassures her softly scooting closer to her, "I know what I'm doi- waw." She stops looking down at the knife Clarke is pushing against her stomach. She smiles at Clarke and says, "That's wrong."
"Yeah," Clarke replies with venom.
"You can't," Lexa smiles confidently knowing that she got too far under her skin. Clarke pushes the knife harder against her skin causing it to bleed and replies tears threatening to fall, "I can."
Instead of reacting and pushing her assaulter to defend herself, the brunette keeps still staring deep into blue eyes. It takes Clarke a few seconds before she throws the knife away letting out a strangled sob which takes Lexa by surprise. She suddenly feels guilty, a feeling she rarely or never gets for the people who assault her.
"I'm sorry," She whispers looking away not bearing to look at Clarke's tears. "I never meant to turn you into this."
Clarke tries to get off the bed but Lexa quickly grabs her wrist and pulls her back on the bed before cupping her face in her hands, "You came into my life and ruined everything, I was fine before…you ruined everything I had, everything I am…I was."
Clarke fights pushing her away, "Get your hands off me." Instead of complying, Lexa kisses her like no one has done before but then a sob escapes her lips. Lexa pulls back regretting everything she has done so far. She looks into Clarke's eyes one last time and just as she is about to move away and leave, Clarke wraps her arms around her neck and pulls her back in another kiss.
It is sloppy and needy but it is everything they both have been craving. They make out for a tad longer than they should then Clarke takes Lexa's hand and moves it down between her thighs pushing it under the hem of her panties. Lexa gasps against her lips at the feeling of her wetness and begs, "Clarke, wait!"
Clarke tilts her head back and looks at Lexa questioningly, "I thought…that's what you want?"
"Yeah but….then what?" Lexa asks back. Clarke closes her eyes not knowing what to answer, she is too tired to use her brain. She thinks she lost her sanity by now after all she is lying on a psychopath killer's bed making out with her whilst she should be turning her to the police.
"Would you stop killing?"
"I can't," The brunette replies honestly.
"Of course," Clarke breathes out tiredly.
"Why did you choose this job? Going after criminals, risking your life?" A laugh escapes Clarke's lips and Lexa continues, "I mean I'd never endanger my life."
"You're a psychopath, Lexa. That's all you want to do," Clarke blurts out. Lexa keeps silent for a moment and Clarke realizes what she just said, the brunette already told her that she hates when someone tells her she is a psychopath. She thinks about rephrasing but then Lexa asks again, "I mean normal people wouldn't want a job like that, why you?"
"Why? What would you do if you didn't kill people for a living?"
"Open a flower shop," Lexa answers in a heartbeat. Clarke can't help herself giggling, "You? A flower shop owner?"
Lexa uncharacteristically blushes, "Why not?"
"I don't know," Clarke shrugs. "It would be too boring for you, I think."
"Flowers aren't boring." The brunette lets out defensively, almost pouting."I really love flowers."
"What do we do now?" Again the question comes back and this time it is Clarke who mutters it.
"You move in with me. Paris is a beautiful city, and you won't ever need to work. I've enough money for the rest of our lives."
Clarke chuckles shaking her head, "You're funny…and crazy."
Lexa leans closer and kisses her on the cheek before whispering, "You're what I miss, stay with me."
"We both know how it would end if I stay. I'd either die or kill you." Clarke replies seriously.
"I thought we've already established that you can't, you like me too much to do it."
Lexa's answer kicks Clarke back to reality, she hops off the bed rushes to the living-room where she left her hand bag and takes her phone. Lexa looks at her for a moment before realizing what she is doing, she rolls off the bed and takes her gun aiming it at her, "Put your phone down, Clarke."
"You don't wanna kill me," Clarke replies confidently trying to use Lexa's tactics.
"I killed Costia yet I didn't want to do it." She lets out reminding Clarke of what she is capable of but the blonde doesn't obey.
"Yeah…bonjour, je suis Clarke Griffin et je suis avec une criminelle psychopathe russe présumée morte…"
"Put the fucking phone down, Clarke. You're abusing my patience," Lexa yells angrily.
"Oui, elle est trés dangereuse, elle a une arme dans la main pointé sur moi," Clarke continues to talk to the police looking straight into Lexa's green eyes and before she can give him the address, Lexa fires a bullet next to her leg.
Clarke jumps away letting her phone fall and shouts for help. Lexa rolls her eyes and lets out, "What a pussy!" before shooting Clarke's phone and starts packing. Seeing that she was about to leave, Clarke runs to the apartment's door and gets in her way trying to stop her.
"What do you want form me?" Lexa screams at her.
Clarke is taken aback by her question but she quickly lets her anger out replying, "I want you to stop killing people for fun, to stop this…I want you to get help. I want you to pay for what you did…I hate you, I don't want you to get away with what you've done to me."
"Sorry, I don't have time for this." Lexa lets out pushing Clarke away from the door and knocks her down then leaves without looking back eyes fill with tears.