Chapter 1

Author's Note: Hello all! I recently fell in love with Clexa and I'm a huge fan of the film Dirty Dancing, so this is kind of a retelling of Dirty Dancing with the 100 character replacing the actual characters. You can read it with or without having seen Dirty Dancing previously! Also, please keep in mind that this story takes place in the 60s and thus there will be some bigoted, homophobic characters, and anything said in this fic is not meant to offend any real people, but only the characters in the story. Also, certain characters' physical descriptions had to be mildly altered to fit this AU, as well as family relationships. Disclaimer; I don't own The 100 or Dirty Dancing! So without further ado…

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Clarke turned to the next page in her book as the car sped down the highway. Her sister, Raven, sat across from her, filing her nails. Her mother sat in the passenger seat with a map, pointing out the right ways for her father, whose callused but gentle hands tapped out beats onto the leather-bound steering wheel of their red Chevy convertible.

"The turn should be up here, Jake," her mother said, pointing to a spot on the map.

"Abby, I can't tell where 'here' is, I'm driving," her father responded, chuckling, but knowing that she meant the next right turn. Then, to his daughters, "we should be there in about five minutes, girls."

As their car pulled into Kellerman's, Clarke smiled. She was excited to be spending her time away from home this summer; it seemed every other year she was stuck in her little bedroom. As if reading her thoughts, Raven rolled her eyes and sighed as she grabbed her suitcase from the trunk.

"Clarke, we all know all you're going to do while you're here is read books," her older sister grunted as she shifted the luggage to her other hand. "What's the difference whether you do it in your room or in a…" – she swatted at a buzzing mosquito in disgust – "…mosquito infested mountain resort?"

"Because here I don't have to make my own breakfast!" Clarke giggled, popping a stick of bubble gum into her mouth and grabbing her suitcase, tugging with all her might, and turning to the resort.

"Griffins!" a man called, and Clarke turned to look in the direction she heard the voice come from. A gruff man with a suit on (even though it was way too hot for such layers) swaggered over to them.

"Ah, Marcus!" Jake Griffin said, thrusting his hand into the man called Marcus's hand. "Girls, this is Marcus Kane, my old college roommate. He's the reason we're staying here for free!"

Marcus Kane smiled and nodded.

"The Griffin family is welcome at my home any time. And Kellerman's is my home!"

"Big home," Clarke muttered, gaze reaching out as far as her eyes could see and not coming close to being able to see it all.

"This is my son Finn," Kane smiled, slapping a longhaired, 'model-student' type looking boy on the shoulder. His eyes shifted between Raven and Clarke as if deciding which to go for first and eventually settled on Clarke. He winked. Clarke rolled her eyes.

"He'll take you to your cabin!"

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Clarke sat on the porch of the cabin, the sun having disappeared under the horizon well over a half hour ago. She shifted for the fifth time, attempting to find the perfect angle to best utilize the dim porch light.

Suddenly, the sound of grunting met her ears and Clarke's eyes shot up. In the darkness, she could barely make out a boy staggering down the walk holding three…

Were those watermelons?

She shook her head and stepped up, setting her book on the stairs of her porch.

"Hey, you!" she called out. "Do you need some help?"

The boy had finally gotten close enough that they were about five meters apart and she smiled sympathetically as she took one of the three watermelons.

"Gee, thanks," he smiled. "I was seriously about to drop one of those, and Lexa would not have been happy about that."

Clarke wanted to ask who Lexa was, and why she needed three watermelons, but she decided against it as she struggled with the large object in her hands.

"Oh, I'm Bellamy, by the way," the boy smiled, shifting the melons so that he could outstretch his hand. Clarke reached to take it, but he jerked away right before their hands made contact, as he was about to lose one of the oversized fruits to gravity and dirty gravel.

"Sorry," he muttered, cheeks turning red.

"So… where are we going?" Clarke mused.

"Oh, oh you want to help me carry these?" he asked.

Clarke shook her head. If she were her sister, Raven, she probably would have rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, that's why I took one of them from you."

"I was headed down to the staff quarters. We hold some pretty bitchin' parties after hours, and the dance instructors just go nuts."

Clarke's lips parted, shocked at his use of language.

"Okay," she said finally. "Yeah, let's go. I needed to stretch my legs anyway."

The walk was about ten minutes, and Clarke didn't want to know how long it had taken Bellamy to get from the original location of the watermelons all the way to her house.

When the quarters came in sight, the sound of roaring music followed not far behind. She recognized the song "Do You Love Me (Now That I Can Dance)" from her junior prom and couldn't help but shake her hips a little as she and Bellamy hopped up the steps and walked to the front door.

"Okay, Clarke," Bellamy said. "The staff doesn't always take well to guests in the quarters, so lay low till we get to the kitchen, okay?"

Clarke sighed. Great.

Bellamy opened the double doors and the music she thought was loud became a tidal wave, crashing into her body and nearly making her fall to her knees. But she followed closely behind Bellamy as they nudged their way through the crowd towards the kitchen.

She couldn't help stealing a few glances, though, and what she saw amazed her. Men and women were dancing together, oh yes indeed, they were dancing together, but there was more to it than that. Hips pressed into hips and ground at a steady pace, in a rhythmic synchronization. Bodies pressed against bodies, separating only to perform a provocative body roll or to tease a partner. Clarke found her mouth falling open for the second time that day and nearly ran into Bellamy when he stopped at the kitchen door before opening it and letting them in.

After setting the watermelons on the table, the two stood in the kitchen doorway and observed the scene before them. Bellamy snickered at Clarke's shock.

"Can you imagine dancing like this on the main floor?" he joked. "Home of the family fox trot? Jesus, the adults would all have heart attacks."

Clarke knew it was rhetorical, but she shook her head anyway.

Just then, two women burst through the entrance door (which was now on the opposite side of the large room) and were greeting with whoops and cheers. The girls, both brunette and seeming to be around 20, laughed with their arms wrapped tightly around each other, and almost immediately they were being ushered in the middle of the dance floor and began to join in the large group dance.

The shock only built up in Clarke. She'd hardly ever seen a man and a woman dance the way that the crowd was moving, but two women? Still, the rest of the staff didn't seem to mind at all, and after the hearty welcome, their attention was drawn back to their partners.

Clarke's eyes couldn't leave the taller brunette. She had a long facial structure and a body second to none Clarke had ever seen. She quietly cursed herself at this – she shouldn't even notice something like that about another girl. Bellamy, however, noticed her gaze on the taller girl and smiled.

"That's my cousin, Lexa Castle," he said, motioning to the girl Clarke's eyes followed. "She's the dance instructor here. You might see her if you sign up for public lessons, but she usually only does private." Bellamy winked at Clarke, and she blushed. "Lexa got me a job as a waiter here. The girl she's with is Octavia Johnson, she's Lexa's dance partner."

"They look great together," Clarke remarked. Their moves had grown from simple grinding to an actual impromptu dance with swishing skirts and popping hips and kicking legs and so, so much flashing skin…

"Yeah, you'd think they were a couple, wouldn't you?" Bellamy said in agreement.

"No, I wouldn't," Clarke responded. Not two girls, not in the 60s.

"Well, they're not," Bellamy continued. "Not since we were kids."

At that moment, Lexa leaned back slightly to make a sort of small platform with her pelvis, lifted up Octavia, and rested the shorter girl on her grinding hips. Clarke was amazed not only at the brazenness of the move, but at the dance instructor's sheer ability to support a girl not much smaller than herself with just her lower body. After tossing Octavia back into the air and grabbing her waist, Lexa spun her in just as the song was ending. Applause roared throughout the room as a grinning Lexa looked around, spotted Bellamy, and then spotted Clarke.

The grin melted.

Clarke's heart raced as the instructor stormed over to them. Looking between Bellamy and Clarke, she growled.

"Yo, Bell, what's she doing here?"

Bellamy pretended to be oblivious as he looked from Lexa to Clarke, then smiled.

"She came with me," Bellamy smiled cockily. "She's with me."

Clarke wanted to protest, to tell Lexa that the implication of the sentence was all wrong, but she could only manage one pathetic response.

"I carried a watermelon."

Lexa nodded, eyes squinting at Clarke. Then, she turned on her heels and found an all-too-eager looking boy to grind up against as a new song started to play.

Clarke's mouth went dry as she found herself still unable to keep her eyes from Lexa. More specifically the part of Lexa where the most emphasis was being placed – her hips. After a while, Lexa felt someone was watching her and quickly found the blonde's eyes on her. She smiled a sly smile, knowing her ability to drive men as well as women a little crazy. Although this new girl wasn't exactly what you'd call a woman; Lexa had to have had three years on her.

After a bit, Lexa was blatantly staring at Clarke as she pushed her behind against the boy. Clarke had stopped trying to hide her stare. Lexa finally gave up and sauntered over to Clarke, keeping that same rhythm in her hips as she neared and neared the blonde.

They stood watching each other for a moment. Lexa never stopped moving, and Clarke never stopped staring. Finally, the brunette spoke.

"If you're gonna linger around here, you're gonna have to dance."

"Oh, no," Clarke started to protest. "I don't-"

But a warm, slender finger pressed itself to the blonde's lips, silencing her. Lexa's predatory eyes never left Clarke's as she backed up towards the dance floor, using her quieting finger to beckon Clarke to follow.

She followed.

After situating themselves in the center of the floor, Lexa placed her hands on Clarke's shoulders, pushing her down to be even shorter than herself until she bent her knees in kind and they were at the same level.

"Keep your knees bent," Lexa purred, her voice husky and soothing. Clarke didn't know if it was an after effect of alcohol and smoking or if it was for another reason entirely. But she did as she was told.

"Now lift up," Lexa said, slowly and painfully lifting her hips to show Clarke how. The girls were almost a foot apart, but the blush that crept into Clarke's cheeks was undeniable. "Go on, show me you can do it."

Clarke willed her hips to buck ever so slightly, and Lexa grinned.

"That's it. Again, only faster."

Clarke did.

"Now keep doing it, but now add a little swivel. Make circles."

Clarke started to, and Lexa placed her hands on the blonde's hips – just barely, the long digits ghosting over Clarke's sides and hips and upper thighs. Clarke looked into the brunette's eyes, their green seemingly a shade darker, as the girls continued to move their hips to the music. She didn't realize that Lexa had been inching closer until she felt toned muscles pressing against hers and the unfamiliar feeling of a thigh pressing between her legs.

Clarke continued her movements, but made them gentler, as the warmth pooling at the bottom of her stomach excited her to the point of intense fear. Lexa grinned and pulled Clarke's arms around her neck. The brunette had at least a half a foot on the other girl, so Clarke almost had to stand on her tiptoes to comply.

"That's good," Lexa kept reassuring. "You're doing good. Now watch this."

One of Lexa's hands went from Clarke's hip to her back and she eased the smaller girl back, sweeping Clarke around in a giant circle before pulling her back up to meet her gaze.

"That's was fun," Clarke grinned. "Again."

Lexa complied, and continued until it became as regular a part of their routine as the hip swivels. She heard the song was coming to an end and dipped Clarke one las time before pulling her up and spinning her.

Clarke was giddy by the end of the song, and eager to thank her teacher for the lesson, but as she blinked the dizziness out of her eyes, she found that the dance instructor had vanished, and Bellamy was in the corner with a smirk that made his relation to Lexa more apparent than anything in the world.