A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfic. I've written before, but I've never worked with characters that were so much defined before I started writing. The idea of the story was already playing in my mind for a while now, but I couldn't find the right story to put it in. So I decided I'd try it with the 100.
Let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I owe nothing.
Chapter 1
Lexa just started unpacking the last box when the lights died all of a sudden. "Fuck." A blackout the day of her big move, it must be a bad omen.
More curse words filled the room while she looked for the flashlight she put away just hours before. Lighting the room with the tiny light of her cell phone she found the right cabinet and the right drawer. Thank god for my good memory, she thought, having put away so much stuff in the last, very tiring day.
Turning on the flashlight gave her a better view of her new home. The few boxes she had brought with her were still standing in the middle of the room, all but one unpacked. All her stuff were here, but it still didn't feel like home. Good, she thought. She had wanted a new start. An apartment feeling like home wouldn't be a good start. Some light however…
She found her keys and locked the door on her way out. Living on the third floor she started to descend the staircase.
When she finally got to the basement, she heard someone talking on the phone.
"I swear, Raven, without you, I wouldn't know what to do. I owe you."
Lexa saw a bunch of blond curls, belonging to a girl her age. The girl put down her phone and pulled a switch. All of a sudden the lights were back on.
"There", the girl mumbled and turned around.
Blue met green.
Lexa felt sparks all over her body. A pull so great she thought she would burst out of her body if she didn't obey, made her get closer to the girl. She noticed the same was happening to the blonde. As if something bigger was pushing them together.
A darker green met a darker blue.
All Lexa could see now were the blonde's lips. All she could think of was kissing them.
Lexa hesitated, only for a second, trying to get her head straight. But then the switch broke again and with it all the light, all clarity and resistance disappeared.
And all that was left were lips crashing on lips and hands everywhere.
Clarke smashed the door closed behind her and leaned against it, trying to control her breathing.
"What the hell just happened?", she said to herself out loud.
Those green eyes had sparked something in her. Had turned something to life. She was sure she hadn't seen them before, and still, they had looked so familiar.
Clarke pulled out her phone and dialed the first contact that came up.
"You'll never believe what just happened", she said, still out of breath.
"You tried to run a marathon and didn't make it to the corner of your street before realizing you really need to work on your running skills?" a female voice answered.
"I did what you said, I fixed the lights. And then some girl walked in, tall, dark hair, superhot, with smoldering green eyes. She looked at me and it was as if I was pulled towards her. I couldn't fight it. I just couldn't. The electricity died again and that's when it happened."
"What happened?" the woman on the other end of the line asked curiously.
"The best sex of my life."
Clarke was hanging out with her friends in the park, sipping some coffee before going to class. Octavia hadn't been able to close her mouth while Clarke retold her and Raven the events of the night before. Only now, when she admitted that after the greatest orgasm she ever had in her life, she got up, fixed the power and ran away, without even looking at the dark haired girl again, Octavia was able to speak.
"What do you mean, you ran away?"
"I panicked, O", Clarke said. "I don't know this girl. I don't even know if she lives in the building or just happened to be there. All I know is that it had to happen. But afterwards, the pull was still there and I didn't know what to do. I got scared. So I fixed the power to be able to see where I was going and ran. That's when I called Raven."
"Besides the fact that I'm offended you didn't call me first", Octavia started. "I don't get why you wouldn't want to get to know the person who got you to get your freak on in a split second after meeting you. Even Finn didn't get in your pants that fast! Hell, Bellamy is still busy trying after all those years!"
Raven laughed loud at Octavia's rant.
"She's right, Clarke, I don't get it either. I mean, I don't even get that thing you two had going on, that 'pull' thing. But that you ran? That I really don't get. What if you'll never see her again?"
"I don't know, Raven. It was too scary. Finn got to me real fast too, what if it's the same? What if she also has another girl in another town, waiting for her to get home?"
Raven grimaced. The whole Finn thing was still a little painful. She still felt stupid over it. But at least she got a great friend out of it, she thought, whom she'd never would have met if Finn hadn't cheated on her.
"I'm just not ready, I think, to trust someone like that again. Even if that was an insane sensation."
"The pull or the orgasm?" Octavia grinned.
Clarke answered by giving her a push against her shoulder.
"Shut up, O."
Raven looked at her watch.
"Ladies, how much I'd love to continue to talk about this crazy impulsive thing our sleazy friend did, the lecture is about to start and I've been really looking forward to this class."
"How to lead a group", Clarke read out loud of the front of her newly bought book.
"Well let's go then, before all the good seats are taken!" Octavia jumped up and ran to the door.
Her friends followed her, into the classroom. They got some good seats, on the fifth row of the auditorium. Clarke was chatting with her friends about where they would go for lunch, when all of a sudden she couldn't bring out anymore sound.
"What is it?" Raven asked, worrying. She and Octavia turned to see what had Clarke so sudden lost for words. The professor had just walked in, a gorgeous women, about their age. Her brown hair was braided. A forest themed tattoo came out under the rolled up sleeve of the white shirt she was wearing, following the inside of her left arm all the way to her wrist. Her green eyes scanned the classroom and stopped on the fifth row, right were the friends were seated.
Green met blue.
"That's… that's her…" Clarke managed to get out of her mouth. "That's the girl."
