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Clarke is stuck at the light waiting to turn into the parking lot when she watches Lexa step out of the restaurant. Her slight frame is layered up against the chill of the October night; blue jeans, high tops, black leather jacket, over a blue and green flannel shirt, over a white tank top accentuating her fine figure. Hair loose, soft curls cascading down her back tucked it behind one ear as she absently checks her phone. The light finally releases Clarke, when she pulls up Lexa is lost in her phone. "Hey pretty girl. Get in the truck."
"I love old trucks! I thought that was you at the light." Her black eyeliner is thick transfixing Clarke. She slides in and scoots right up to Clarke at the last moment turning to look at the dash, "Analog dash! Nice! Raven is going to love this thing." Lexa's hair brushes against Clarke's face, she smells like flowers and vanilla, Clarke pushes the thick maine back with one extended finger, lingering her thumb on the little part of skin exposed on Lexa's neck. Lexa bites her bottom lip, hard enough for little white marks to show up under her teeth.
Clarke decides that Lexa's eyes are definitely green. She feels Lexa push against her thumb and lean towards her in the seat, "Girl..." she leans back against the window shifting in her seat so her knee pushes on Lexa's thigh and forces space between them. As Clarke looks past her passenger to see if they have an audience, "Where are we going?"
Lexa puts her hand on the extended thigh and smiles. "To a drive in." Lexa gives Clarke a few instructions on how to get out of town and headed in the right direction. They drive in surprising quiet, Lexa having run out of things to say for once and Clarke having enough of a hard time keeping her eyes on the road to create words too. Clarke fumbles with the radio and finds a suitable station.
When they pull into the parking lot it's completely empty. All the lights except for one are off. "Lexa? What are we doing here?"
"Oh it's only open in the summer, for the tourist. Now it's just a quiet place." her crooked smile is back.
Clarke pulls down the tailgate and they sit talking there for a while, she tells Lexa that her mom lives in DC, she works for the department of health and human services, that she picked this town because it's close enough to DC to spend the day in the city, but far enough that people are polite. Lexa can't sit still too long, during a story about customers she jumps off the tailgate to reenact a series of events. During a story about how she won her last soccer game with a headder in the last minute of the game she leans on Clarke's dangling legs, she rubs her thumb into a little hole she finds in the fabric over Clarke's thigh. Clarke squirms and giggles because it tickles, her legs open and Lexa presses closer into the space. The blonde thinks that if she keeps herself from putting her hands in that brown hair for another moment her hands will explode. She reaches up and plays with a rogue strand resting her hand on Lexa's shoulder. When this isn't enough anymore she slides her the back of her hand along the slope of the girl's jaw. She leans in, hesitates to breath in Lexa's quick breaths, then rubs her thumb over the eager lips, taking her time get every detail right. She kisses the top lip first, then sucks on the bottom, barely grazing her tongue on it. Lexa leans in, runs her hands up Clarke's thighs and hooks her thumbs into the belt loops of her jeans, catching a little skin with her index finger just under the hem of Clarke's shirt. Both of their backs straighten at the skin contact and the kiss deepens, wet tongues explore, eager lips drink each other in. Their bodies pressing together as much as possible.
Lexa's hands unhook from their tentative perch and slide deeply under the red henley, tracing Clarke's ribs, and the dimples from the taut back muscles pulling on her kissing friend. Clarke rips herself away from the kiss, cupping Lexa's face and pushing back gently, "Hold on."
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing really. I mean. How old are you?" Lexa reaches for clarke's right hand, turns the wrist so she can read the time. "Do you have a curfew? I should have asked that when I picked you up."
"I don't have a curfew," she glances up not moving her face, only her eyes. "Innnnnn five minutes, I will be 20 years old."
"Alexandra Espinosa!"
"What? This was my wish since I moved to this country, to spend my birthday making out with a gorgeous american bombshell at a drive in. Like in American Graffiti."
"That's a different kind of drive-in."
"I know, but it was the gorgeous blonde that I was most interested in."
"Say gorgeous again."
"No." She breaks through the space Clarke had created between them and lands her lips on the bottom half of a smile.
"Has it been five minutes yet?" Lexa twists Clarke's hand again, shakes her head. "Give me a count down ok?" Clarke can't take her eyes off Lexa, she is soft in all the right ways, and hard in all the ways that are nice too. Lexa's hand is warm on her skin, as she stares at the racing hands she bites and tugs at her lips with her free hand.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy birthday to m-." Lexa smiles into Clarke's birthday gift. Pulling her in tight holding the soft curve of her jaw in her palm. Sliding her hand down into the soft curls, and down Lexa's back pressing her shoulders towards her. Lexa leans her hips away from the truck, slides Clarke back away from the edge of the tailgate. Reaches up with a strong knee and pulls herself on top of Clarke straddling her. The warmth coming off Lexa's torso ignites a fire in Clarke. Her hands move quick to Lexa's waist and slide back cupping her curves and pulling her hips in as close as they would go. Lexa's hips are grinding, when warms hands reach under her tanktop and move up her spine she shivered excitedly and smiles into Clarke's hungry kissing. Lexa reaches for the hem of Clarke's shirt and begins to pull it up, quickly the blonde grabs her wrists stopping at her ribs.
"Are you not my gorgeous, american bombshell present?"
"This present doesn't unwrap on a first date. Even for a charming argentinean who is no longer a teenager." Lexa buries her face in Clarke's neck, "I'm starving, I would have eaten before I left the house if I would have known we were going to be reenacting american classic films for your birthday."
"Oh! I brought something!" With one bounce Lexa is on her feet, the second bounce launches her over the side of the truck bed, the third has her back on top of Clarke, white paper bag in her hand. "What?" Clarke shakes her head. "What? You are looking at me like something."
"What's in the bag Tigger?"
"Tigger is Pooh's friend right? Does that make you Pooh, Piglet, or the old Rabbit? I know! You are the sexy Kangaroo!" Clarke frowns and shakes her head at the thought of a sexy Kangaroo being in a children's story. "Don't shake your head, Australian girls are sexy. Stop distracting me." Clarke purses her lips together shaking her head again. "I like this little dot you have here." Lexa kisses it once. "My mother wouldn't let me leave without empanadas. They are still kind of warm." Handing one to Clarke, Lexa turns her body and sits next to her bombshell on the tailgate.
"Is there some water in that little bag?" Lexa shakes her head.
They eat in silence for a while, "Do you dance Clarke Griffin?"
"I do."
Clarke parks the truck about two blocks away from the little green and white house with it's driveway and path to the back yard lit up by strands of lights hanging from tree to tree. Clarke runs her thumb along small piece of exposed skin above the hem of the birthday girl's jeans while she leans forward sitting on her leg adjusting her hair in the rear view mirror. When she's done Lexa kisses Clarke pushing her back into the seat for a moment before pulling away and shuffling them both out the driver side door. As they pass by the tailgate Clarke pushes up into her toes and reaches for the six pack they stopped to get on the way, showing up empty handed is not her style. Lexa laces her fingers into Clarke's free hand as they walk.
"Raven is my cousin, and my best friend. She's two years older than me, and our birthdays are two days apart." As they walk Lexa fills the darkness with facts and stories about Raven. She's a mechanic, she wrecked her motorcycle last year and now she walks with a limp, but you can't even tell when she's dancing. She loves fireworks, when Lexa was little and they still scared her the only one who could get her to stop crying was Raven. When they reach the little house Clarke pauses in the driveway under the constellation of white lights, tugging down on the laced fingers a little she pulls the birthday girl in for another kiss, the music is loud but she can still hear a soft moan and feels the puff of air leave Lexa's lungs when she opens up her lips to let Clarke in. A car drives by startling Clarke and quickly pulling away to face the sound. "It's ok, you're safe." Lexa reaches for her hand again and pulls her towards the pulsating sound in the back yard.