Clarke rolled onto her back and opened her eyes. She immediately regretted it when the light from the window nearly blinded her. Clarke groaned and rolled back onto her stomach, lifting up her pillow, she put it over her head. She opened her mouth slightly, grimacing at the smell of her own breath.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Octavia, go away! I'm trying to sleep," Clarke grumbled.

"It's not Octavia."

Clarke's head shot up, staring widely at the door. She regretted it the second she felt a sharp stabbing pain coursing through her skull. "What…?" Clarke groaned, laying her head back on the pillow.

The bedroom door opened, "I said, it's not, Octavia. It's Lexa." Lexa walked into the room, carrying a tray with a plate of pancakes, eggs, and waffles. She had a cup of coffee, orange juice, a glass of water, and two orange-pink pills. Lexa walked into the room and headed across the room, over to the window, she set the tray on a desk that was pushed against the wall, right next to the window. She closed the blinds, making the room darker for Clarke. Lexa grabbed the two pills and the cup of water and walked over to Clarke. "Here, take these." She smiled, handing Clarke the pills.

Clarke slowly lifted her head up, squinting at Lexa's hand, "What are they?"

"Advil. You got pretty drunk last night. Do you remember anything that happened?" Lexa smiled and grabbed the tray of food, putting it on Clarke's lap. "Eat."

Clarke shook her head, "The last thing I remember was taking my… third shot?" She grabbed a fork and took a bite of the eggs, moaning at the taste. "These are so good, did you make them?" She looked around the room, noticing the bare white walls. A brown, wooden dresser was on Clarke's right, closer to the door.

Lexa nodded, "I did. They're just normal eggs. Nothing fancy." She smiled and sat on the bed, near Clarke's feet. "Your clothes are being washed. When I brought you here, you sort of vomited everywhere and on yourself."

Clarke widened her eyes and looked down, noticing she was wearing only an oversized white button up shirt. She swallowed hard, "S-So you saw me n-naked?" Clarke slowly looked up, horror spread across her face. "We didn't… y-you and I… we never… h-had sex, r-right?"

"We didn't. Why do you ask? Wait, are you a virgin?" Lexa smirked.

Clarke felt her cheeks burning. She looked at the tray of food on her lap, "I've had sex before."

"Really now?" Lexa teased, standing up. She straightened out her plain, black T-shirt and pulled up her grey jeans. "For some reason, I find that hard to believe."

Clarke looked up at Lexa, feeling her face burn even more, "I am not a virgin."

Lexa laughed, smiling widely at Clarke, "I'm just teasing. Finish eating, okay? I'll take you home before I go to work."

"Wait, your company is two hours away from where I live. How are you going to get there on time?"

"Being a CEO has its perks, Miss Griffin. I can be late if I want to, though I prefer not to."

"Clarke, just… call me Clarke," Clarke took the fork, cutting a piece of pancake. She felt her mouth water at the taste. "Chocolate chip pancakes? Miss Woods, you know my weakness."

"Thank you, Clarke," Lexa smiled at the compliment. "Like you, just call me Lexa. It's much simpler."

Clarke nodded, taking another bite of the mouthwatering food, "Hey, Lexa, I have a question. Did you tell my friends I was here? And how did you get my number?"

"I did tell them. When I got you from the club I made sure to text someone. I think her name was… Olivia?"

"Octavia?" Clarke chimed in.

Lexa nodded, "Yeah, Octavia. Finish your food." Lexa headed for the door. "I'll be right back with your clothes." She left the room, leaving Clarke to herself.

Clarke put the tray on the dresser next to her. She got out of the bed and slightly lifted up the shirt, "Well, at least I still have my underwear on."

"Alright, I got your shirt, jacket, pants and… Oh, you're up."

"Yeah," Clarke offered a small smile.

Lexa just stared at her, eyes trailing down her body. She quickly caught herself and looked up at Clarke's face, "Um… your clothes." Lexa stepped into the room, handing Clarke her clothes and shoes. "I'll be in the living room if you need me."

Clarke grabbed the clothes, taking off the white shirt. She quickly put her shirt, then her jacket, then her pants. She neatly folded the shirt Lexa let her wear, laying it on the bed. Clarke took one last glance around the room, frowning at the emptiness of the walls. The lack of photos had Clarke wondering if it was just a guest room, or if Lexa wasn't really close to people; shrugging, she left the room, closing the door halfway. The hallway wasn't much better. There was an occasional painting on the wall by some famous artist Clarke probably studied when she wanted to be an artist.

Clarke heard a clink in the room to her left. Curious, she followed the sound and stumbled upon the kitchen. She looked around at the pristine white marble countertops and the wooden floor. Everything in the kitchen was spotless, even the stove and its burners were spotless.

Lexa was standing by the sink. She was washing some plates and cups.

"I figured you would have a maid to do all that," Clarke walked into the kitchen, standing by the counter. She noticed several white stools where behind the counter. She grabbed one and pulled it towards her, sitting on it.

Lexa shrugged, turning off the water in the sink, "I don't really like people coming into my house unannounced. I prefer doing my own cleaning." She grabbed a towel and turned around. "So, are you ready to go?"

Clarke nodded and put on her shoes. She hopped off the chair and followed Lexa to her garage, "Holy shit." She breathed out. "How many cars do you own?"

"Um… ten or eleven. If you want to include limos, probably closer to the twenties. There's only three in here though. That's as many as this garage can hold," Lexa looked at Clarke's baffled expression.

"So… which car are we taking?" Clarke said, trying to act calm and collected. There was the black Lamborghini, a silver Honda Accord, and a red '59 Eldorado.

"Hm…" Lexa grabbed a key from a key rack. She walked over to a silver Honda Accord and got in. "You coming?"

Clarke walked over to the car and opened the passenger door. The new car smell instantly hit her in the face. "Do you not drive these?" Clarke got in, buckling up.

"I drive them when I feel like it. It's not very often though. I tend to have Murphy pick me up and drive me," Lexa started the car and opened the garage door, backing out of the driveway.

Clarke took the opportunity to look at the house. It was a mansion sized house. There were other houses around, about the same size, but far apart, well over eighty feet apart. The house was a very clean white, no surprise there, and about two stories tall. The driveway was surprisingly short, it was about twenty-four feet in width and about twenty feet long. There were bushes scattered all around the front and sides of the house, giving it a livelier look. There was a tall tree sitting in the front-left of the house.

"Like the view?"

"Yeah… it's really pretty," Clarke was looking out the passenger side window, watching the world go by. "You really like the woods, don't you?"

Lexa nodded, "I do. I'm not really the type of person to show or talk about my private life, so being out here I really like it. It's peaceful, away from the city and anyone who's in it for the gossip." She continued driving down the highway, heading toward Clarke apartment.

Clarke smiled and bit her lip, looking at the brunette. She couldn't help but feel really comfortable and protected around her. Lexa seemed like the genuine type, where if you asked her a question, you'd get an honest answer. The type of person you could rely on. After all, she did bring Clarke home from a bar. In a way, kind of creepy. Lexa did find out where Clarke lived… and found the bar she was at.

Clarke furrowed her brows, "Hey, how did you get my number? And find out where I work… oh and know exactly where I was?"

"I have my ways," Lexa smirked, ignoring Clarkes glare.

"No seriously, can you tell me? It's kind of creepy."

"If I tell you, then I'd have to kill you. Well, that or drop you off here, in the middle of the highway and you'll be stuck walking home."

Clarke crossed her arms over her chest, "I can live with that."

Lexa chuckled, shaking her head, "Not going to happen. Maybe some other time. Which reminds me, are you willing to go out with me? To dinner?" Lexa had a hopeful smile on her face, giving Clarke a quick glance before focusing back on the road.

"A date?" Clarke asked, flabbergasted that this beautiful human being is willing to go to dinner with her. She was genuinely surprised the woman even gave her the smallest trace of attention. Clarke was a nobody compared to this woman. "Sure. I-I'd love to go on a date with you."

Lexa's smile widened, "Alright, I'll pick you up. How about tomorrow, around seven?"

Clarke could only nod, lost for words. She looked out of the window and saw they were approaching her apartment building. "Wait, how did you know I lived here? You are going to tell me your secret one day, whether you like it or not."

Lexa couldn't contain her smile, "Maybe I will, and maybe I won't." She quickly pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car. "I'll walk you to your room." Lexa got out of the car and walked to the other side, opening the door for Clarke.

Clarke gave Lexa a weird look for the gesture. She unbuckled herself and slowly got out of the car, "You really don't have to walk me up there."

"Oh, no please, let me."

Clarke nodded, allowing Lexa to accompany her to her apartment. Entering the building, Clarke smiled and gave the guy at the desk a small wave. She never really talked to him, but he seemed polite enough. She pressed the button to call down the elevator, giving Lexa a small smile.

"This is a really nice complex," Lexa commented, looking around at the lobby. There was a small desk off to the right with a short man behind it. Lights gave off a dim yellowish glow, and there was a set of stairs right next to the elevator.

"It's nothing compared to what you've been in, or seen. Hell, your companies lobby probably cost more than my tuition."

"There's no doubt about that, but it really isn't a bad place. You know, I can probably find you a better place, and for cheaper."

"No, it's okay, really. This place is close to campus. I really like it here too. I don't talk to the staff much, but they all seem really nice."

Lexa nodded, hearing the slight ding from the elevator, indicating it was on their floor. The doors opened and they walked in.

Clarke pressed the button to the tenth floor.

They rode the elevator in silence. Clarke would steal glances at Lexa. She would watch her posture, tense up at every deep inhale Lexa took. Clarke could feel her palms grow sweaty when she would look over Lexa's figure. The black T-shirt she had, looked nothing like she'd wear, considering Clarke had only seen her in suits before. A suit fit her well, very well, but she did like the casual clothing. It made Lexa seem more, a lot friendlier, less intimidating.

The elevator dinged, pulling Clarke out of her trance, "O-Oh. My apartment is the fifth one on the right. You really don't have to come with me," Clarke insisted, stepping out of the elevator.

"Oh, please, I insist," Lexa stepped into the hallway, looking at Clarke expectantly.

Clarke nodded and headed to the door. She stopped in front of room one-oh-five. "Well, this is my place. I'll see you tomorrow?"

Lexa smirked with a nod as she took a step closer to Clarke, keeping her eyes on her the whole time. "I have something else in mind." She took another step towards Clarke, causing the blonde to widen her eyes and take a step back.

Clarke felt the wall nearing behind her, swallowing hard and kept her hands at her sides, staring at Lexa. "Wh-What do you mean?" Clarke squeaked.

Lexa took another step closer, forcing Clarke to take another step. Her back was pressed against the wall. Lexa's smirk widened, she took another step towards the girl. "What do I mean?" Lexa pressed her body against Clarkes, causing the blonde to take in a sharp breath. Lexa leaned forward, lips almost brushing Clarkes. "This is what I mean."

Clarke widened her eyes, feeling Lexa's breath against her. She tensed up, balling her hands into tight fists. She looked down at Lexa's lips, then back up to her hazel eyes. Clarke opened her mouth, letting out a tiny squeak.

Lexa let out a small chuckle, "Good-bye, Clarke Griffin." She pulled away and walked to the elevator, leaving Clarke standing against the wall in complete shock.

Clarke kept her eyes on the wall opposite of her, not even realizing Lexa had already started heading home. She slowly pulled away from the wall, "Holy… fuck…" She mumbled, finally realizing exactly what had happened.


A/N: Why you no kiss her? D:

Uh, so my update schedule for this is going to be Mondays and if not Monday then 110% on Tuesday. :D