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"No way!" Lexa laughed.
"I swear!"
"You really ran around in a chicken costume at your first job?"
"Hey, I had to pay college!" Clarke playfully pouted, crossing her arms.
"Right. That's reasonable then." Lexa straightened her face, only to burst out laughing again a second later.
She was sure that she had not laughed that much in her whole life as within the one hour with Clarke in the tavern.
"Can I ask you a question?" Clarke said after a while of letting Lexa come down from her fit of laughter and Lexa, still smiling, nodded while she grabbed the beer for another sip.
"Have you never thought about... well, being with someone?"
Lexa stopped with her bottle against her lips and raised an eyebrow, "I'm with a lot of someones during my breaks here." She joked and took a sip, but Clarke's smile faded as she shook her head.
"I mean seriously be with someone?"
Lexa set the bottle back down on the counter and started to peel off the sticker. "No, I... feel like bonding with someone would be..." she looked at Clarke and slightly narrowed her eyes, "unfair."
Clarke cocked her head.
"I mean... I'm never here, really, and I wouldn't want her to wait for me to come home." She took another sip and continued, "I don't want her to be alone for so long. Also..." she paused for a moment, "I don't want her to worry about me. People just deserve better than that, and it's something I cannot give."
Clarke had been listening carefully. She also had noted the female reference but the rest of what Lexa had said actually made her sad. She knew that Lexa had chosen this life voluntarily, a life of flings, a life filled with her passion and love for the sea, and it sounded like a good life, fun and easy, but Lexa's words proved that it was also a lonely life.
If she was being honest, Lexa's words also disappointed her because she had caught herself picturing being with her and she had been wondering whether Lexa could be the woman in her life, but all hopes slowly died when she listened to Lexa.
"Don't look at me like that, Clarke. You're too beautiful for a wrinkled forehead." The brunette took another sip of her beer and smiled when Clarke's frowning faded and her lips formed a smile instead.
A few hours later, they more or less fell out of the bar while bursting into laughter again but Lexa was much more used to alcohol and although her brain was a bit clouded by the booze, she was still completely in control of her body and especially her thoughts, while Clarke simply enjoyed herself. Lexa's heartbeat sped up at the sight of the carefree happy blonde and she paused.
"Did you know that– Lexa?" Clarke stopped when she realized that Lexa had stopped walking and before she realized what was happening, she felt a hand on her arm, gently yet forcefully whirling her around, and the next thing she felt were soft lips passionately moving against hers as Lexa pressed her against the tavern's wall.
Clarke lifted herself onto her elbow, her hand supporting her head as her gaze slowly wandered up and down the tanned tattooed body of the brunette woman on the other side of the bed, still feeling the ghost of strong muscles under her hands.
"So..." Clarke began and Lexa turned to face her, "Am I one of your someones now?" She smirked while Lexa's right cheek twitched into a small smile. She had known Clarke for one day now, but she knew she was different, and sleeping with the blonde had meant something to Lexa, although she did not really know what it was but she was definitely not one of her someones. But Lexa also knew that that was exactly how it seemed to Clarke.
She sighed. She wanted Clarke to know that this had not just been a usual one night stand for her because aside from the blonde's flawless body, it was especially the woman's intelligence that she found attractive and breathtaking actually, but at the same time she did not want to promise Clarke something she could not keep.
"I take that's a yes?"
Lexa shook her head. "No, I..." she narrowed her eyes and before she could stop herself, she heard the next words escape her mouth, "would you have coffee with me tomorrow?"
Clarke raised an eyebrow. "Is that a date?"
"Consider it a Thank You."
Clarke laughed. "For what, sending you over the edge three times?"
Lexa snorted and remained silent for a moment, carefully considering her words. "No, for being the person you are."
The blonde's face softened. However, she did not reply but leaned down for a soft kiss instead and her lips formed a small smile when she felt Lexa's hand cupping her face, and a thumb gently brushing over her cheekbone.
And when Clarke straddled Lexa and softly pulled her up into a sitting position, wrapping her arms around the back of the brunette's neck, Lexa forgot that she had vowed herself to never contemplate a relationship, vowed to never bond with someone, because something in Clarke's touch and kisses told her that the blonde was a woman she'd walk to the end of the world for, just because she was... who she was.