Clarke couldn't help but feel her heart race as she felt the red wrapped present on her desk with ridiculous cartoon raccoons printed on the paper (she knew she should have bought Christmas wrapping paper at the store and not relied on Raven for having 'left over' Christmas paper.)
It was coming up to Christmas holiday leave and Clarke had only worked in Woods exec, for a few months but everyone had warmed up to her so quickly that she had already had over several work colleagues stay round for movie nights hundreds of times. So as Christmas approached, Clarke was desperate to do a secret Santa. When she told her friends the idea, they scoffed at the idea of asking their boss.
Lexa Woods (one of the richest women in Ton DC) would say that it was a waste of work time.
However Lexa Woods had approved a secret Santa exchange this year in the work office, although at first she had wanted to remain out of it, but a certain blonde personal assistant of Lexa's had coaxed her into participating in the game. Once Clarke had informed her that it would increase work efficiency and relations between people.
Clarke had been placed in charge of handling all the details of every aspect of the "secret Santa" task, such as getting everyone's names into a hat, making sure the budget was reasonable (although Clarke doubted that some of her superiors, such as Lexa, that a budget wouldn't be a problem.) and most importantly that everyone had a secret Santa present ready for the day.
Most importantly, that the present was also… appropriate.
The office was usually a quiet place in general. Once an employee (now ex, called Finn) had started a roaring match with another employee, and just as Finn was about to strike the other, Lexa had moved at the speed of light and caught his arm and practically dragged him out her building and taken his desk belongings and dropped it off the terrace that extended out of her own private office.
"Hey Guys!" Clarke started speaking loudly to gain everyone's attention, she noticed the suave boss walk out of her office to observe the noise disturbance. Lexa was in a white button up shirt that hung loosely at the bottom and black slim fit pants pants followed by expensive looking boots.
"Oh… err" Clarke instantly lost her confidence as she watched Lexa present herself in almost an army like fashion with both her hands behind her back with her nose, chest and toes all following up a straight line, "hello Miss Woods."
"Good afternoon Miss Griffin." Lexa said in a smooth tone, not moving an inch of her stance.
Clarke's mind went blank, all she could think of was how perfect Lexa physically was – no one in the office really knew Lexa personally.
Some say she climbs down the side of the building just to avoid talking to others, there was one story that a janitor witnessed Lexa doing the walk of shame to work at four in the morning by taking the fire exist stairs (Lexa worked on the 56th floor.)
Anyway, there was not one wrinkle or stain on Lexa's shirt, her hair was somehow perfectly pulled back to look fashionably messy and her body was just… one could almost say ripped. Judging just by Lexa's arms.
"Miss Griffin?" Lexa repeated, a rare moment of emotion passed on the Boss's face as she thought Clarke was about to faint.
"Huh?"
"You were making an announcement."
"Oh yeah, of course. Ok everyone in a few minutes we'll all go down to the café and exchange presents. Anyone who's forgotten despite me putting up several posts on Facebook and emailing everyone twice and post it notes on all the bathroom doors, there's a nice store down the road that closes in half an hour."
Clarke tried to resist the urge to curse at the people who quickly left their desks while Lexa mentally photographed their faces for future purposes. The brunette watched as Clarke suddenly looked worried as the blonde looked at her phone. Quickly grabbing the secret Santa present and almost sprinting to the elevators, Clarke dived into the lift and jammed the ground button as hard as she could.
Where is she going in such a hurry? Lexa wondered in her head, surely Clarke of all people would have presents ready, it was her idea anyway.
Lexa looked up at the elevator and noticed it was going down. Probably to the ground floor. Without hesitation or wondering why the blonde's sudden movements had triggered her own curiosity, Lexa took to the fire escape.
Clarke raised herself on her tip toes then lowered again, as if it would speed up the rate of the elevator moving down. As soon as she heard a ding, she tightened her grip on the present and leapt out of the doors.
Only to go head first into Lexa Woods's chin, step back and loose her balance, step on the woman's feet, one of Clarke's shoes going straight onto Lexa's right foot, while Clarke's sharp heel that tried to regain the owner's balance went straight into Lexa's left foot.
"Oh Jesus, fuck, shit, fuck!" Clarke grunted as she realised she was the world's biggest klutz.
Lexa let out a grunt but had no time to react before the elevator door re opened and Clarke nearly fell backwards again, Lexa wrapped her arms round the blonde's torso and pulled her away from the death trap of the evil elevator.
The two just stared into each other's eyes, unaware of exactly what had just happened and why they were so close to each other.
"Clarke." Lexa said in that tone of hers that could make a brick house swoon.
"Lexa," Clarke breathed out, unaware of how intoxicating Lexa's perfume was.
"You are on my foot."
"Oh my god Lexa I am so sorry!" Clarke's face lit up like a red Christmas tree as she stepped off the woman's boots.
"It's ok, health and safety is taken very seriously in the work place. As long as you weren't hurt." Lexa assured the other woman.
"Well you are a very safe person to collide in- on, I mean uh…" Clarke wanted to die. "Oh everyone's coming down with their presents. Guys!" Clarke quickly stepped into the middle of the room, "just place your presents on the tables here."
"You seemed in quite a rush to leave, is everything ok?" Lexa asked as she stood beside Clarke watching as everyone placed their presents on the table.
"Oh erm… I ordered my secret Santa present online and they got the orders mixed up and now it's just going to –"
"I'm sure whatever you got them will be fine Clarke." Lexa reassured the other.
Clarke could only wince and hum, even Lexa's assurance could not boost Clarke's confidence of the situation.
As time went on, Clarke became more and more nervous.
Lexa had Raven Reyes, an engineer who had worked with Woods exec various times on some of their most adventurous projects, so Raven was lit up with glee that Lexa Woods more than knew who Raven was, but was even prepared to have Raven Reyes legacy engraved into one of the marble blocked on the reception wall.
Indra, Lexa's deputy, had been given a mug with different levels marked on by a sharpie, each one indicating when it was ok to talk to Indra depending on how much liquid from the mug had been drunk – Indra was infamous for her work rage when coffee was not provided instantly.
Clarke's present was now just sitting on the table by itself, with Lexa neatly written on the name tag.
"I suppose this must be mine." Lexa walked up to the table, quickly glancing around the room to see whose body behaviour changed the most (although Lexa knew it was from Clarke since the wrapping paper had stuck out like a saw thumb.) Lexa pretended to look at it quizzically, then began to unwrap it.
It was a camouflage coloured t- shirt. Lexa put the top of it against her shoulders and let the t shirt unravel against her torso.
Lexa raised her eyebrow as she examined the t shirt.
"Rich bitch?" Lexa read out loud.
There was a moment were various laughs were held in as hard as possible. No one sure whether it was ok to laugh or not.
"Miss Woods, I am so –" Clarke began, then Clarke froze. Lexa started to smile.
"No it's fine, it's actually quite funny." Everyone in the room seemed to make a sigh of relief. No one was getting kicked out of the building today.
"Oh well… I'm glad you like it." Clarke looked sheepishly at the ground.
"Now, what was the original order meant to be?" Lexa asked.
"Oh erm… just another silly little slogan." Clarke responded, trying to keep her heart rate under control. She saw that Lexa was waiting for an answer "it said… suns out, guns out."
"Ah, I see. Well both would have been fine Miss Griffin." Clarke was about to say, but then Lexa turned round "Ok everyone I believe that's done, early finish today, feel free to go home. It is Christmas soon."
Clarke picked up her handbag as Lexa stood in her army position shaking everyone's hand who walked out the door.
Once Clarke was nearly at the door, Lexa smiled at Clarke once more and lightly squeezed Clarke's hand and raised it to Lexa's lips and placed a kiss on it.
"Good evening Miss Griffin."
"Good evening Miss Woods." Clarke almost whispered as she walked out the building.
That night
Clarke was brought out of her Netflix binging and pizza eating by a knock on the door. Walking across she saw Lexa at her door. It raining dogs and cats outside and Lexa had clearly been out long enough to get caught in it.
Without hesitation, Clarke swung the door open and dragged Lexa into her house.
"Oh my god Lexa what are you doing here? How do you know where I live?"
"Well lovely to see you too Clarke." Lexa said with a sleazy smile.
"Lexa… are you drunk?"
"Whaaaat? Me? Executioner of Woods? Never!" Lexa exclaimed
"You're an executive. Not an executioner Lexa." Clarke responded.
"Meh, same thing." Lexa swayed in Clarke's corridor. Letting big drops of rain fall on Clarke's floor.
"Oh god Lexa you're drenched and its winter! How did you not die on the way here? Let's get those clothes off of you."
"Ooooo the infamous Clarke Griffin is going to take my clothes off." Lexa teased, as Clarke realised this was going to be no easy task.
Clarke led Lexa to her room were there would be some spare clothes.
Clarke held up a blue top, Lexa pulled a face.
"What?" Clarke questioned.
"Looks cheap."
"It's from GAP!" Clarke defended her clothing.
"Hey Clarke, come here." Lexa made a come here gesture with her finger that Clarke probably would have found attractive if the woman wasn't drunk. "Closer," Clarke's ear was now only millimetres away from Lexa's lips.
"I'm a rich bitch." Lexa whispered in her ear. Then fell back onto Clarke's bed laughing. Clarke just nodded, trying not to smile at her boss's drunk antics. Just as Clarke had undone Lexa's buttons, Lexa shot up and ran back to the front door.
"I got you a t shirt too!" Lexa sounded like an enthusiastic child.
"Oh really?" Clarke let out a grin as a bag came into view.
Clarke took it from Lexa and laid it out.
"Wow…"
"Great isn't it?" Lexa asked, beaming with pride.
"Frat Boy." Clarke read off the t shirt, "Yup… that's a keeper!" Clarke replied.
"Clarke… do you think I'm a bitch?" Lexa asked as she fully pressed herself against the door frame.
"What? No! Lexa it was just a mistake, honestly –"
"Ya know what I think you are?" Lexa looked mischievously at Clarke.
"What?"
"Hot as fuck." Lexa drunkenly stated.
"Oh wow." Clarke mumbled as half naked Lexa started to swing on her door frame.
"Oh are you watching Daredevil? I wanna watch!" Lexa stated as she leapt onto Clarke's sofa, under the blanket, waiting for Clarke to join her.
Well this is gonna be interesting… Clarke reasoned with herself as she joined her boss under the warm blanket.
A few episodes in, Clarke's phone buzzed. Looking at it, a text from Raven came through.
"Wuu2?"
"Netflix and chill ;) "
So that's the start, or should it be a one shot? Hope you enjoyed!