Beep, beep… beep, beep… beep, beep.
Lexa blindly felt around her silver Rolex watch and silenced the alarm, taking in a deep breath then letting out a sigh, she stopped midway.
The lack of recollection of going to bed last night left her confused and puzzled, then noticing her skin felt compressed against a material (unlike usual nights were she would rather sleep without anything restricting her and her Egyptian cotton sheet) she looked down and noticed a blonde head lying on her lap.
Clarke. Lexa realised, she was in Clarke's home. It all hit her suddenly as she realised what had happened the night before. Suddenly Lexa snapped her eyes to look back at her watch.
6 AM.
"Shit!" Lexa cursed, rocketing off the sofa.
Clarke suddenly felt like she was slipping off of her bed, so she tightly gripped onto the nearest thing she could find to keep her balance, only for it to be a soft pillow of some kind.
But Clarke knew it was too late, her fate was sealed. She knew her own body would betray her one day, but she never knew it would be today.
Now all she could do was wait for the sweet embrace of the cold hard floor to assault her innocent body when it fell and impacted on the ground.
Keeping her eyes closed she waited for the loud thump to echo around the block.
But it never came.
Cautiously opening her eyes to whatever evil trick was about to unfold, she realised her boss was lying on top of her. Only now Clarke took in the full situation of her environment. Lexa's arms ran below Clarke's torso and stopped at the blonde's head. Clarke looked down and noticed that her hand was still strongly gripping Lexa's right breast.
"Oh my god!" Clarke exclaimed quickly letting go of the other woman. "I am so sorry I –" Clarke tried to sit up only to end up head butting Lexa in the forehead, "Jesus!"
Lexa stood up quickly and held a hand downwards for Clarke, who took it as graciously as she could at this point. The brunet pulled the blonde up as if she weighed nothing more but a child. Lexa has some serious strength in those arms. Clarke noted in her head as she stood both her feet flat on the ground.
"I over slept." Lexa stated, almost aggressively, as she frantically started looking round the messy place.
"Over slept? Lexa it's six in the morning!" Clarke moaned as she watched the brown haired woman search her living room.
"Yes. And by this point I should be on my way to work." Lexa stated as she ran around the room.
"Lexa!" Clarke shouted, trying to gain Lexa's full attention.
Lexa stopped and turned to Clarke. "Work doesn't start till nine!" Clarke tried to reason, only for Lexa's face to remain stoic. "Yes Clarke I am aware, but some of us do have more work to do than others." Realising what she just said, Lexa suddenly felt a tinge of badness in her, "not that you don't, obviously you do, but I just-"
"It's ok I get it, being CEO of a big ass company must have a lot more paper work to do than someone who just writes up reports."
Lexa just nodded as she continued to then put her shoes back on. Then she paused.
"Clarke… where is my shirt?" Lexa quizzed finally realising after all this time she had been wearing just a bra and her trousers.
"Miss Woods I'm afraid you're going to be late for work today." Clarke just stated.
THE MORNING START
Once Lexa found her shirt on Clarke's bedroom radiator, more and more problems began to unfold.
First problem was Lexa realised she couldn't remember where she parked her car, so Lexa agreed to accompany Clarke to work via the subway (Lexa had already come to terms with the fact her schedule was about to become disrupted, but she was adaptable.)
"Clarke" Lexa began, her accent emphasising the k, "I'd like to apologise for any… behaviour I may have done last night." Lexa just glanced down at the cartoon bowl with a tiger on it while Clarke poured the chocolate cereal into it.
Surely that provides no nutritional value whatsoever. Lexa commented in her mind. Clarke turned round to the small white fridge and grabbed a small pint of milk and poured it into the bowl and then pushed the little tiger bowl towards Lexa.
"Oh no it's fine, you were fine- you are fine," Clarke began to stumble. She'd seen all kinds of drunk behaviour during her time in college, Lexa may well be one of the best behaved ones she'd ever witnessed. Her guys would become slightly more emotional and her gals would become slightly more hostile. "I mean… don't worry about it. You're sure you're not hungover or anything?" Clarke quizzed as Lexa showed no physical signs of regretting the night before – apart from the wrinkled shirt. Honestly how is it possible to stay so perfect? Clarke wondered in her head.
"Positive. Hangovers don't apply to me." Lexa stated, starting to regain her confidence as she put the chocolate cereal into her mouth.
"Damn, what's your secret?" Clarke asked as she placed her own bowl of cereal on the breakfast bar and sat opposite Lexa.
"Hydration." Lexa stated simply, she let the cereal bits stay on her tongue for a bit as a silence settled across the room, Lexa felt slightly out of place as Clarke seemed afraid to look away from her own cereal bowl.
"This cereal is… lovely." Lexa lied. It was bland and horrible, but Lexa was grateful for Clarke's efforts to comfort her. Clarke looked up from her bowl and eyed Lexa while a little smile played on her face.
"Thank you, I made it myself." Now it was Lexa's turn to pull a face. Lexa was unsure how to proceed, "They're Frosties." Clarke commented, Lexa gave a nod and returned to looking down at her own cereal bowl. Clarke continued to look at the brunet. But instead of attraction this time, Clarke looked upon Lexa with curiosity.
"So what was the celebration last night for? If you don't mind me asking." Clarke asked as she twirled her spoon in the bowl.
"A good friend of mine had returned from a military tour and had issued a drinking challenge. Which she knew I too proud to say no to." Lexa recounted the story as briefly as possible as to not bore the poor girl who seemed to be forcing herself to make small talk with her boss.
Clarke's ears perked up. Her?
"A good friend?" Clarke repeated with a questioning tone, finally locking eye contact with Lexa's green eyes. Lexa recognised that look, raised eyebrow and a smile. Clarke wanted to know more. Her body language said so.
"Yes Clarke, a good friend." Lexa emphasised, "Anya." Lexa added her name as to give Clarke an idea of who this mysterious friend was.
"… I've never heard you talk about her. Ya know, when you do talk." Clarke added the remark.
"What does that mean?" Lexa and her defensive walls suddenly pricked up.
"Oh don't lie, you shut yourself out from all of us at work. In that big fancy office of yours, creating the big mysterious glooming big bad wolf boss." Clarke joked.
"I do not." Lexa defended.
"Name one social gathering you've gone to with us!" Clarke argued. Just as Lexa was about to speak, Clarke interrupted "without your other CEO buddies. Just the people you genuinely work on the same floor with."
Lexa looked around the room, racking her brain for a gathering that wasn't a meeting of some kind, but nothing was coming up. Suddenly Lexa remembered.
"Secret Santa." Lexa answered smugly. Clarke rolled her eyes.
"Fine, but next time we have an office party you should come."
"I'll see." Lexa replied, suddenly she felt a vibrating in her pocket. "Excuse me." Clarke gave a nod and smile as Lexa then stood up from the bar and took the phone from her pocket and answered the call.
Clarke looked at Lexa who strolled towards the nearest window as she stood holding the phone, one hand in her pocket while slightly leaned back, Clarke couldn't help but admire the other woman's… everything.
"Yes? … Oh yes of course… I did? Last night? Oh I don't think I can… well… I'll try and reschedule but this is not a confirmation. Yes I am aware but things are- very well. Ok I understand. I'll try my best. Goodbye." Lexa then let out a sigh then ran her hand through her hair while turning back to Clarke.
"What's up?" Clarke asked as she finished her cereal while still looking up at Lexa.
"It seems, in my drunken state, I agreed to… do a speech at the Ton DC College of engineering and arts." Clarke froze. Lexa immediately noticed the blonde freeze. "Clarke? What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing it's just…me and my friend go there. We're graduating this year." Lexa stood still.
"Oh…I was unaware you were in education." Lexa felt selfish for her lack of knowledge about the girl who had taken her into her home without a moment's notice last night, "what do you do?" Lexa asked.
"Landscape art usually."
"I've never heard you talk about it before." Lexa admitted.
"Maybe that's a reason you should come out of your office more often," Clarke suggested as she stood up with her bowl, still quite close to Lexa. The green eyes just remained looking at Clarke as if Lexa was hanging onto every word.
"Perhaps I will." Lexa said in a low almost sexy tone, Clarke let out a little chuckle.
"Are you going to finish your cereal?" Clarke asked.
"Oh yes…" Lexa tensed her thighs has hard as she could and quickly wolfed down the cereal, praying that her body would deal with it as quickly as possible before it touched her taste spuds. "Lovely." Clarke only eyed the other woman up, she was not very subtle about her dislike for the Frosties but Clarke didn't mind, "Ok let's get ready for work."
The subway
Second problem was Lexa having to buy a ticket, it cost about two dollars and Lexa only one hundred dollar notes, which the cashier didn't have enough change for, so despite much of Lexa's resistance to let Clarke pay for her ticket, Lexa realised how long she may end up arguing with both Clarke and the ticket officer and it just wasn't worth it. Clarke handed the man two dollars and then gave Lexa the ticket.
"I'll pay you back." Lexa replied as they walked towards the barriers.
"Oh I'm sure you will, as soon as you find a shop that'll break that kinda bill for you." Clarke joked as they walked down the escalator towards their platform. Once they arrived they stood waiting along with the rest of Ton DC's morning commuters, all of them staring at their phones or listening to music.
Lexa was amazed by the people and environment she was in. It had been too long since she last took the subway.
Suddenly a commotion brought Lexa out of her trance.
"Hey! You stole my purse! Stop!" Lexa's eyes darted around the room for the source, and locked onto a small lady and noticed a scrawny figure frantically moving away from her. Before Lexa could reach him he managed to escape the crowd towards the exit.
Lexa gave chase.
"Lexa!" Clarke called out trying to catch up with the other woman, but her heels were restricting her slightly.
Lexa continued to chase the purse snatcher, once getting to the top of the stairs he barged through the person going through the barrier, causing him to trip. Quickly as possible he stood back up and tried to run for the exit. Lexa placed two of her hands on the barriers and flipped herself over and sprinted towards him, gaining more ground as the land became flatter.
Finally Lexa managed to pounce onto her target. Flipping the body over, she realised it was just a kid. A boy with barely anything on him.
"I believe you took something from that lady back there." Lexa quizzed the boy. He said nothing. Lexa looked in his arm, wrapped around his chest. Without much effort she separated the arms and took the green purse back. Suddenly Lexa heard two police officers running towards them. She could tell by the orders they were shouting.
Lexa quickly took the notes she had in her pocket and put it in his pocket and got off the boy, "run" she whispered. Lexa then leaped back as the two brutes ran past her, turning round back to the station she saw Clarke looking exhausted. "Is this why you never take the subway?" Clarke panted, bending over trying to capture her breath.
The two returned back to the subway, Lexa located the woman and handed her purse back to her – who was ever grateful and began to spend the majority of the train journey telling Lexa and Clarke about her grandchildren.
Just midway of telling Lexa about how one of her grandchildren accidently called 911, she paused and looked at Lexa. "Hang on, you're that CEO… you're Lexa Woods!" The woman realised, Lexa only smiled and said she was indeed, only then the woman noticed Clarke beside her.
"This is Clarke Griffin. My-"
"Oh sweetie don't you worry about your labels. You kids these days with your 'gal pals' and 'other halves' don't you worry about it, ya see my granddaughter Emma- the one I told you about who can make really good waffles, she is one of em gays as well, anyway she and her gal have been together for three months and I ain't never seen a couple more in love, except back in sixty three where I met –"
"Ma'am she's my work colleague." Lexa interrupted as Clarke just sat in-between the two women awkwardly.
"Oh well then, anyway back in sixty three I met my husband, Edward at a disco and oh my oh my how he could dance then."
Clarke continued to listen to the woman go on about her husband in his finest moments, but then at a stop a girl got on the train and stopped and looked at Lexa.
"Oh my god it's you!" The girl wore a mini skirt and heels, her makeup was almost glamorous, this girl could have been a model. Hell she probably is a model. "Lexa Woods, hi! I really love you" Lexa immediately stood up and shook the woman's hand. "Thank you, I'm flattered."
"Could I take a selfie with you?" The girl asked.
"Of course."
The girl already had her phone in her hand and quickly flipped the camera and then made a posing face as she kissed Lexa's cheek. Clarke could only watch as the girl poured questions at Lexa, and Lexa didn't mind at all.
"So did you really go head on with Stark enterprises over the military satellite project in o five?"
"Yes I did, I was convinced Woods had the knowledge but Stark had the resources and technology on hand closer to the location of base before Woods could even sign the papers over."
"Have you met Mr-?"
Clarke just faded out of the conversation between her boss and the girl, but as more and more stations the subway went through the more and more people seemed to gather round Lexa.
Eventually Clarke had to tell Lexa that their stop was next, while everyone was disappointed Lexa managed to get everyone's selfie and what she thought was probably making their day, Clarke was gritting her teeth about how many girls were throwing themselves at Lexa. Some guys too, but Lexa had managed to treat both equally in their request for selfies, autographs, snapchats and Instagram's.
Finally Clarke managed to drag Lexa away from her fans as some shouted byes, other's offered marriage proposals, Lexa chuckled as the two tuned away and headed to work.
"So maybe that's why you don't go out so much with us," Clarke stated as they finally existed the barriers.
"No Clarke it's because I have work." Lexa assured Clarke as they walked onto the busy streets of Ton DC.
"Sure you do." Clarke jibed, "do you want to get some coffee? I know the barista in one of the coffee shops here who gives me a discount 'cuz she's in my class." Clarke added as they walked down the streets.
"Sounds lovely" as long as it isn't in one of those cereal bowls Lexa mentally added.
"Ok in here," Clarke took a sharp left into the coffee shop. The smell of coffee hit Lexa immediately, then watching Clarke walk towards the counter, she gave the person at the till a wave.
"Oh hey Clarke!"
"Hey Costia!"
Dun dun dun!
Oh think it's gonna be a multi fic, yay!
Any preferences as to how stud Lexa should be please say! Or anything you want to happen in the story.
And hope you all had a good Easter!
