"O, I'm freaking out."

"Clarke where the fuck have you been? Neither Raven or I have heard from you in 3 days and then I get a barrage of text messages That make absolutely no sense. How does 'lost panties in dressing room she found them' immediately followed by 'ghost girl couldn't find her' make any sense? Did you have a 6th sense moment?"

"O, I have a date."

"WHAT! TELL ME THE DETAILS! SINCE WHEN? HOW DO I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS?"

After relaying the whole story so far to Octavia as best she could, her only reply was "Girl, you got it bad. Good luck."

"O! What does that mean? What does that mean?"

"It means good luck. You only find people you're this instantly connected to every once in awhile, and that's only if it's not all in your head. Certainly doesn't sound like it though. What are you going to wear? Do you know what you're doing?"

"All she told me was dinner. She doesn't seem like the glamorous type though, she's not ostentatious."

"Alright then go simple, any of your shirts or more casual dresses that compliment your eyes, and sandals or boots, your choice. Don't wear any jewelry that will get tangled when you guys finally make out."

"O! You're terrible. I'm only listening to the part of your advice that didn't directly refer to my sex life."

"This entire conversation has been about your sex life so you better get laid."

Clarke hung up without letting Octavia get another crack in about her sex life, and went to take a shower. She tried not to let her mind wander about tomorrow night but those green eyes kept popping up in her thoughts. She eventually had to turn the temperature of the water down.

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THE NEXT EVENING

Clarke put the finishing touches on her makeup. She had followed Octavia's advice and kept it casual with a cobalt top, black pants and black boots. She was ready at 8:00 on the dot, and walked out to find Lexa sitting in the lobby waiting for her. She stood up and her eyes widened for a moment before she recomposed herself.

"Clarke, you look lovely. Worthy of a sky princess."

"Not so bad yourself Commander. Where to?"

"Unfortunately there is trouble up north with some of our businesses. I have to travel there this evening to take care of some things. I brought dinner in the car in hopes you would accompany me to the airport? I promise I'll make it up to you when I return."

Clarke crushing sense of disappointment was only appeased by the apology and hopefulness in Lexa's voice and eyes, it was subtle, but Clarke was beginning to pick up on the undercurrents of emotion held carefully in place by her mask.

"Of course, when will you return?" Lexa looked relieved that Clarke was already eager to plan the next meeting, he shoulders relaxed, though it was barely noticeable.

"The day after next. Shall I pick you up at 8 again?" They had turned towards the doors and were now walking side by side.

"That should work."

Lexa opened the door for her and more delicious smells hit Clarke in the face. She stopped before getting in and turned to Lexa over the door,

"Indra?"

"Who else?" A small smile danced on Lexa's lips.

They ate and talked about their day on the way to the airport, knees touching. Clarke made Lexa laugh, and it was one of the most amazing sounds Clarke had ever heard. And her smile was stunning. It remained on her lips as a smaller version for the rest of the ride. They pulled into a smaller part of the airport where a private jet with "CLAN EMPIRE" depicted on the side waited. Gustus began loading luggage onto the plane and Clarke got out with Lexa to say goodbye.

"Clarke, thank you for accompanying me. I apologize for the sudden change in plans."

"It's no problem, bribe me with Indra's cooking any day." Clarke joked.

"Oh, is that all you're here for?" Lexa threw right back at her.

And with that small tease, Clarke got serious. He smile disappeared, and she looked into Lexa's eyes.

"No."

Lexa's smile had left now too, her face was reserved but there was something right under the surface. Her eyes were the only window. He pupils were dilated, and she stepped into Clarke, pressing her against the side of the car. It was the first time since the elevator she had been so close, and now she overwhelmed with her presence.

Her lips hovered just above Clarke's, and her arms trailed slowly up Clarke's sides until they cupped either side of her face. She stroked her thumb over Clarke's bottom lip, and her mouth dropped open with a shallow gasp. Lexa bent down slightly and pressed her lips softly against Clarke's. She pulled back for a moment and Clarke brought her hands up to Lexa's hips and pulled her against herself. Lexa's lips pressed into hers again, this time growing in intensity. One of Lexa's hand locked on the back on Clarke's neck, the other wrapping around her body. Clarke had wrapped both arms around Lexa and was pulling her in tightly, wanting, needing to feel more of her. They were so lost in the way Lexa's hands were tangling in Clarke's hair and the battle between their lips that it took the pilot starting the plane engine to snap them back to reality.

Lexa stepped back but her eyes were fiery and dark, Clarke's eyes called for her not to leave, but duty called.

"Be well." Lexa said in a low voice.

"You too." Clarke replied. She watched her walk onto the plan, wondering where the hell that kiss had been her whole life.