"I don't know who's worse, you or Raven." Octavia grunted as she entered the living room carrying plates and napkins. She stepped over Clarke's outstretched legs and placed the items on the table. Her hand rested on her hip as she stared down at the blonde who was furiously typing on her laptop. "Seriously. Clarke. Get off the laptop already."

"I'm sending my research now." Clarke explained, pressing a few more keys. She breathed out a sigh of relief as she shifted in her seat. She leaned forward and placed her laptop on the table. "There I'm done." She returned to her original position and wiped her hands together signaling completion. "Happy?"

"Yes. Thank you." Octavia felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled it out and a small smile crossed her lips as she typed back a quick message then slid her phone back into her pocket. "Okay, you need to get up and get ready."

Clarke flashed her a confused look. "I am ready."

Octavia studied her friend's appearance. Clarke was sitting comfortably in their lounge chair wearing her baggiest sweat pants. Her blonde hair sat haphazardly on her head in a bun. "Is it possible you could get a little more..." She made air quotes with her fingers. "Ready?"

Clarke knitted her brow together as she slowly raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Since when is watching a movie in the apartment a formal affair?"

Octavia scrunched her nose. "Clarke, for me, just-" A knock on the door interrupted her request. She cleared her throat. "That's, uh, that's probably the pizza. Will you get it?" She motioned over her shoulder with her thumb. "I'm going to pull Raven out of her study coma." With that, she hurried around the couch and into the bedroom she shared with her girlfriend.

The confused expression never left Clarke's face as she watched her go. "Weirdo." She muttered as she placed her hands on the arms of the chair and stood up. Her hands rested on her hips as she scanned the table for any sign of money. "I guess I'm paying for this?" She called out, but received no response.

Clarke rolled her eyes and walked toward the door, grabbing her wallet off the tiny counter separating the kitchen from the living room. Another knock sounded as she opened her wallet and shuffled toward the door. She unlocked the bolt and pulled the door open to see Lexa on the other side holding a bottle of wine.

Clarke's eyes went wide with surprise at the sight of Lexa standing there. Her long brown hair down and perfect. Those piercing green eyes staring at Clarke with a silent greeting and a small little smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. The sight of her made Clarke's heart thump so hard and so fast, she swore it would jump out and land between them.

"Lexa." She breathed, finally. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

Lexa's smile faltered and she looked just as confused as Clarke felt. "Octavia invited me." She explained, tilting her head slightly. "She didn't tell you?"

Clarke mentally reminded herself to punch Octavia for keeping this bit of information to herself. "No, she didn't-but-welcome. Please come in." She stepped to the side to give Lexa room to enter. "I, uh, I actually thought you were the pizza delivery person."

"Sorry. No pizza but I brought wine." Lexa apologized, an amused tone lacing her words. She stepped passed Clarke, taking in her appearance for a brief moment as she walked further inside. "Thank you."

Lexa glanced around the apartment as Clarke closed the door behind her. The blonde quickly came to the realization of why Octavia was judging her appearance. She raised her hand, pulling her hair out of the mess of a bun she had it in and ran her hand through it several times before Lexa turned to face her. Clarke smiled quickly and placed her hands behind her back.

"Nice place." Lexa compliment, admiring the décor. Her eyes landed on Clarke and she seemed to find herself lost in those blue eyes for a moment. "I didn't realize Octavia lived here as well."

She nodded. "Yeah, we actually all moved in together last year." Clarke held her hands out toward the other girl. "Would you like me to take that?"

Lexa reluctantly broke her stare as she glanced down at the bottle in her hands. "Oh, yeah, here you go." She handed the bottle to Clarke, their fingers brushing together for a second. She tried to ignore the feel of Clarke's soft skin and the way her nails lightly brushed against her fingers. "I hope that's okay. I wasn't sure what you all liked."

Clarke looked down at the bottle. "If it's alcohol, they'll like it." She joked causing Lexa to chuckle. The pleasant sound made its way through Clarke's ears and jumped started the fluttering in her stomach once again. She swallowed hard to try and calm it before her attraction became to noticeable.

"Hey, Lexa, you found the place!" Octavia greeted, dragging Raven behind her.

Both girls turned their attention to her. "Yes, O, Lexa is here." Clarke said, narrowing her eyes at Octavia from behind Lexa.

Octavia smirked at the death glare. "Yeah, I know. I invited her." Her blue eyes squinted as she tilted her head to the side, innocently. "Did I forget to mention that?"

Clarke's glare intensified as Lexa glanced back at Clarke with a smile.

Raven grinned and patted her girlfriend's shoulder. "Smooth, babe." She stated, shaking her head as she hopped over the back of the couch and settled into it.

"Lexa, why don't you have a seat?" Clarke suggested, motioning her head toward their living room. "I'll grab us some glasses." She returned her attention to Octavia again, giving her a silent order. "Octavia, would you come help me?"

"Do I have to?" Octavia questioned, in mock fear for what Clarke might do to her.

"Yes." Clarke stated with a flat stare before looking at Lexa and smiling again. "Make yourself at home."

Lexa took a step closer to Clarke, placing her hand on her arm. "Don't hurt her too badly." She whispered, her eyes meeting Clarke's once again. "I'm sure she meant to tell you."

The sheer closeness of Lexa was completely intoxicating. The feel of her hand on her arm made her skin heat up and she prayed Lexa couldn't feel the warmth radiating through her body. She took in a deep breath trying to calm the fireworks of emotions running through her. Breathing didn't help considering it allowed the scent of Lexa's shampoo to fill her senses.

She regained her sense of being and decided to finally speak. "You don't know Octavia very well, do you?" She teased, absentmindedly placing her hand on top of Lexa's. She patted it lightly. "Now, seriously. Go make yourself comfortable."

Lexa nodded with a tiny half smile. Clarke made another mental note that her little smile was definitely her new favorite thing. With one final glance into Clarke's beautiful blue eyes, Lexa walked over and joined Raven on the couch. Clarke watched her longingly for a moment then returned her attention to Octavia. She narrowed her eyes at her friend and motioned her head for the other girl to follow her into the kitchen.

Octavia dragged her feet with a sigh as she entered the small space behind Clarke. She watched as she girl pulled open the cabinets and placed the wine glasses on the counter. "You're not mad at me for this so don't even act like it." Octavia stated, crossing her arms against her chest.

Clarke shot her a sideways glance. "You could have warned me, O." She closed the cabinet. Her hands motioned up and down her sides. "Look at me."

Octavia smirked and huffed a small laugh. "I told you to change."

"But you didn't tell me why."

"So, kill me later. She's here and you need to focus on that."

Clarke rolled her eyes as she rummaged through the drawers for a corkscrew.

"Come on, Clarke." The brunette took a step closer and nudged her friend's shoulder. "She's really nice. I think you two will hit it off." Her smirk widened a bit. "She's got that tough girl with a hint of adorable thing that you're in to."

Clarke remained silent as she poured the liquid into the glasses.

Octavia sighed. "I saw how you looked at her in café."

"She's pretty." Clarke muttered, shrugging her shoulder.

"Yes she is." Octavia agreed, putting her arm around Clarke's shoulder. "So forgive me for this one and let's go hang out with the two cute girls sitting in the living room waiting for us."

"Fine." Clarke breathed, a crooked smile spreading across her lips. She handed her two glasses and gave her friend a pleading look. "Please don't let Raven embarrass me tonight."

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything." She chuckled as they made their way out of the kitchen and back into the living room.

Clarke surveyed the seating arrangements when they arrived. Raven had switched from her place on the couch to the chair that she had once occupied. Lexa sat on the furthest end of the couch, her head propped up on her hand. Octavia stepped toward Raven and stared down at her girlfriend. Her finger pressed into Raven's shoulder drawing her attention.

"Thanks, babe." Raven said, accepting the drink from her. She shifted a bit and patted the tiny space between her and the arm of the chair. "Come sit with me."

Octavia made a face. "You really think we are both going to fit on that chair?"

"Only one way to find out." Raven reached up with her free hand and pulled Octavia to her. The girl did her best not to spill her wine and ended up sitting on her girlfriend's lap. Raven wrapped an arm around her and kissed her cheek. "Perfect."

Clarke shook her head at her roommates as she joined Lexa on the couch. "Here you go." She said, offering Lexa the glass.

Lexa straightened and wrapped her hands around the glass. "Thank you." She replied, the same half smile still playing on her lips.

Clarke took a sip from her glass and watched as Lexa did the same. The silence around them was thick and she thought of several ways to break it. The sound of Raven flipping through the movie selection filled the space around them. The blonde took in a deep breath and leaned a little closer to Lexa.

"Listen, is there any chance that you can pretend you were here to deliver a pizza?"

Lexa looked at her confused. "Why?"

Clarke pressed her teeth into her bottom lip before the words came tumbling out. "Because then I will feel slightly less humiliated about looking seriously inhuman when I opened the door."

Lexa laughed, wholeheartedly. "You don't look inhuman." She assured her, reaching out and touching her hand. "I think you look beautiful." She complimented before she could stop herself. Her jaw clenched as she tried to prevent the heat that filled the tips of her ears to reach her face. "I mean-well-you look-adorable." She swallowed back the rest of her unwilling confessions and stared down into the red liquid filling her glass.

Clarke could feel her own blush rising from her neck and into her cheeks. "Um, thank you." She raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

Lexa raised her attention to Clarke again. "You're welcome."

Their eyes remained locked. The silence had returned, but seemed more comfortable than the last. Lexa opened her mouth to speak once again, but Raven's voice came out.

"Found it!" She stated, pressing play on the remote. "You guys are going to love this one."

Both Lexa and Clarke sighed, reluctantly looking away from one another to focus on the movie Raven had chosen instead.

The empty pizza boxes and used plates laid scattered across the table.

Raven scanned the room, squinting slightly to see in the dim light. Her gaze started with Octavia. Her perfect profile and the way her blue eyes focused intently on the screen. She smiled and wrapped her arms tighter around the other girl. The smile in response came quickly, but Octavia never turned to meet her gaze.

The movie wasn't that good.

Raven half rolled her eyes then turned her attention to the other two. They had started the movie sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Lexa elbow pressed into the arm rest as her head rested on her hand. Clarke sat sideways, her legs folded underneath her and her hands anxiously twisting the bottom of her shirt. Nervous Clarke always seemed to amuse Raven, but, at Octavia's request, she opted to tease her about it later.

As the movie played on, they unconsciously moved closer to one another. Clarke inched closer, playing with her hair, all the while keeping her eyes on the screen. Lexa had shifted several times herself. Stretching upward to adjust her jeans and, in the process, moved closer to Clarke. By the time Raven's attention drifted to them, they were pressed close, shoulder to shoulder, in complete silence. Clarke played with the ends of her hair while Lexa's hands remained locked together, her thumbs wrestling with one another, nervously.

"Hey." Raven whispered, squeezing Octavia in an attempt to get her attention.

Octavia simply hummed in response not looking at her.

"Let's go to bed." Raven requested, jiggling her girlfriend on her lap. "I'm kind of tired."

Octavia finally turned to face her. "It's nine o'clock."

"I have an exam in the morning."

"Okay, but, it's nine o'clock." Octavia repeated, making a face.

Raven stared at her for a long minute. Her gaze moved to Lexa and Clarke then returned to meet Octavia's once again. Her eyes widened slightly, begging Octavia to read her thoughts. Correctly for once. After a beat of confusion, accompanied by an adorable head tilt, Octavia's eyes widened with realization.

"There it is." Raven whispered sarcastically earning a slap on the shoulder. She chuckled lightly and leaned forward to look at her roommate. "Hey, we are going to bed."

Clarke snapped from her concentration on the screen and the feeling of Lexa pressed against her. "What? It's nine o'clock." She stated, confused.

"That's what I said." Octavia said, standing up from her place on Raven's lap. "But, Raven is really tired and she's got that exam in the morning." She took her girlfriend by the hand and helped her stand. "So, we're going to get some sleep."

Clarke raised an eyebrow. "Is that code for sex?"

Raven grinned. "Yup." She grabbed Octavia's hand and lead her toward the bedroom. "Night." She waved at Lexa. "Nice hanging with you, Lexa."

Lexa raised her hand in a short wave. "You too."

Octavia trailed behind Raven and Clarke watched them go. When they reached the bedroom, Clarke could hear the semi muffled sound of Octavia's voice coming through the half closed door. "Wait, are we really going to have sex?"

"Close the door!" Clarke shouted and Lexa chuckled lightly as the door shut loudly behind them. The blonde turned to Lexa, a slightly embarrassed look on her face. "Sorry about them."

Lexa waved her hand dismissively. "Don't apologize. Really."

Clarke leaned forward and surveyed the mess in front of her. She wiped her hands on her sweatpants and breathed out. "I guess I should throw this stuff away."

"Let me help." Lexa offered, leaning forward as well and gathering some of the plates.

"Lexa, no, you're the guest." Clarke said, reaching out to take the plates from her. "I've got it."

Lexa turned, putting the plates out of Clarke's reach. There was a bit of a stubbornness in her eyes. "No. I'm helping." She stood with a defiant smirk and gathered a few more items. "Where does all of this go?"

Clarke stared at her in awe. She had to admit, the inflexibility was oddly attractive. It gave Lexa a commanding presence that she found herself even more dangerously attracted to. "Um, in the kitchen. I'll show you." She stood gathering the pizza boxes and tossed a few napkins inside of the top one. "Man, you lacrosse players can eat." She walked toward the kitchen.

Lexa shrugged one shoulder and followed behind. "I blame all of the running."

"Embrace it. Your body is amazing." Clarke placed the boxes on the kitchen counter and immediately closed her eyes.

"Thank you." Lexa muttered, clearing her throat as she placed the plates in the sink.

The lacrosse player slid her hands into the front pockets of her jeans and raised her head to look at Clarke. Well, the back of Clarke's head. Her hands were pressed into the counter and her head was lowered. Lexa furrowed her brow and took a small step forward.

"Is everything okay?" She asked, apprehensively.

Clarke turned quickly to face her. "Um, yeah, yeah, everything is fine." She leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms against her chest. Truth be told, she had taken the last two minutes to inwardly chastise herself for allowing her mouth to open before her brain caught up. "Thank you for helping me."

"Oh, sure, no problem." Lexa lifted her shoulders warily. "Thank you for letting me join you tonight."

"The pleasure was all mine." She pressed her lips together. The heat was filling the tips of her ears and she prayed it didn't turn into an embarrassing shade of crimson. "It was fun."

Lexa nodded, wordlessly. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she took in a deep breath. "Clarke, um, I was wondering if, maybe-" Her throat bobbed as she swallowed to combat the sudden dryness. Her green eyes squinted. "Do you have any water?" She asked quickly.

"Uh, yeah." Clarke pushed herself from the counter and walked toward Lexa. Her hand brushed against the other girls as she made her way toward the refrigerator.

Green eyes followed her movements. Lexa turned so she was facing the direction Clarke was now standing. Why was this so hard for her? Sure, it's been awhile since she's gone on a date with anyone. After her last relationship, dating was the furthest thing from her mind. There was just something about Clarke. She felt a pull that made her want to learn more about this beautiful woman.

"Here you go." Clarke broke into her thoughts, holding out a bottle toward Lexa with a smile.

"Thank you." Lexa said, feeling like she had said those words one too many times this evening. She unscrewed the cap then took a sip. She placed the cap back on the bottle and began fiddling with it. "Clarke."

The blonde leaned against the fridge, crossing her arms against her chest again. "Yes?" Her attention was fully on the girl standing before her fidgeting with the plastic bottle in her hands.

"Would it be okay if I-" Lexa looked down at the floor for a moment. Her eyes raised slowly to lock with the blue staring intently back at her. She could feel her body starting to tingle under the weight of Clarke's stare. "Text you sometime? Or we could snap? Whatever you're okay with."

Clarke could feel it. The way her heart swelled and the tug of the ridiculous smile that was spreading across her lips. She couldn't stop it and she knew that she was in trouble. This girl was strong, stubborn, and awkwardly adorable. And beautiful. She could not forget that she was beautiful. A mix of everything Clarke found attractive and everything she wanted from another person.

"I would really like that." She answered, finally. She pushed herself away from the fridge and held out her hand. Lexa looked from her hand to her face with a strange expression. The blond released a small huff of a laugh. "Your phone. I'll put my number in it."

Lexa breathed out a small oh and reached into her pocket. She fumbled for a second, unlocking the screen, then placed the phone gently inside of Clarke's waiting hand. She watched as the other girl typed in her number. Her eyes studied Clarke's features. From the way the tip of her tongue poked from her lips as she typed to how her hair fell like a waterfall across her face.

"There." Clarke pressed save and handed Lexa back her phone. "Now you have no excuse. I put pretty much everything but my social security number in there." She would have regretted that comment had it not produced the chuckle that she adored hearing come from Lexa.

Lexa slid her phone back into her pocket. "And here I was hoping I could borrow your identity for a few days." She teased, snapping her fingers. "There was this car I really wanted to buy."

Clarke blew out a breath. "Good luck. My credit isn't that great." She chuckled. "I am an artist, after all."

"One day, I'd really like to see some of your work." Lexa admitted, her hands pushed into her back pockets. There was a lightness filling the space around them. As if getting Clarke's number made a cloud of tension float away.

"I don't have much. I'm just really starting out." Clarke explained. "But, I will definitely show you one day."

The half-smile that normally crossed Lexa's lips was fuller. It made Clarke's heart flutter just a little harder and beat just a bit faster. They remained in silence for what seemed like an eternity and stayed captured in each other's gaze. A sound of buzzing broke their moment and Lexa quickly pulled her phone from her pocket.

"It's my sister." She announced, reading the message on the screen. She growled lightly and typed back a quick message. Her eyes raised to Clarke's again. "I should get going." She stated, half-heartedly.

Clarke fought the pout threatening to take over. "Okay." She fidgeted with her hands. "I'll walk you to the door."

Lexa nodded and followed her out of the kitchen.

They hovered by the door for a moment. Clarke holding it open as they chatted for a few more minutes. After a reluctant goodbye, Lexa stepped into the hallway and Clarke closed the door behind her. The blonde rested against the door, a huge smile on her lips. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and she pulled it out, sliding her finger across the screen.

"Hey, It's Lexa. I had a great time tonight. Thank you again."

Clarke smirked as she typed back a quick response. "Me too. I'm kind of glad you weren't the pizza delivery guy." It was much easier to speak freely when Lexa wasn't standing in front of her. Staring at her with those beautiful, piercing green eyes.

A simple smile emoticon was Lexa's response. Then another message appeared. "I'll text you as soon as I get home." A short pause then another message quickly came through. "If that's okay?"

Clarke typed faster than she had before. "Of course it is!"

"Okay. Talk to you shortly."

A smiley emoticon of her own was her reply and Clarke moved away from the door. She felt like she was practically floating to her bedroom. She flopped down on her bed and placed her phone on her chest waiting for Lexa to contact her again.

Thirty minutes later, she received another text from the gorgeous lacrosse player.

After several text, and several silly snapchat photo exchanges, Clarke finally found herself falling asleep with thoughts of Lexa weighing heavy on her mind and a permanent grin on her lips. The smile on her face wasn't fading and she gave up trying to make it happen.

She was done.

Lexa had her if she wanted her.

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