Chapter 3:

Bellamy was shirtless, in a navy apron, and light green jeans. Clarke bit her lip, he looked great, like that. Just for her.

He was cooking eggs and bacon. Her favourite.

She took out the plates. She couldn't cook to save her life, but she was making the toast. It was important, after all. They popped up, and on the plates they went. He turned around, and on the plates the food fell.

Bellamy kissed her cheek, before dumping the pan in the sink. The eggs were scrambled. Perfect.

Clarke felt two wonderful arms around her. His hair just in his eyes.

"You've been more relaxed since you came back. Did something change?"

This gave Clarke pause, before she relaxed. "Yeah, I asked Lexa to a movie with us."

Bellamy's eyebrows rose at that, his eyes focused to the side. "The Ice Queen? Does she even like the movies?"

Clarke sighed, lightly. "She isn't like that, and of course she likes movies." At least Clarke hoped she did. "She isn't some sort of...fairy villain."

Bellamy laughed, "How about Fairy Queen...I dunno, she doesn't seem...gay to me. I mean, you know, dainty."

Clarke's eyes widened slightly in disbelief, was dainty even a lesbian thing?

"I...sure? I'm not sure I get it."

He was smiling, so of course Clarke smiled back. "Straight people are elves, gay guys are...gay, lesbians are fairies, and bi's…like you, are fairy elves."

Clarke's face grew even more...shocked. Her mouth was wide open, flies could've flown in. "I have literally nothing to say to that...are you drunk from yesterday?"

He laughed, "I'm always drunk, on life."

Clarke couldn't help rolling her eyes, before they sat down, waiting for the next episode of 'The Space Adventurer'. The best radio drama in all of Annandale.

….

Lexa got a text. It was from Clarke.

Is next Sunday good for you?

Lexa sighed, she normally spent her weekends...preoccupied. Weekdays she worked, slept and did martial arts at the local dojo. It was two blocks from her house. She loved the walk, despite the snow.

Weekends were for play. She often called an old friend, and she barely left the bed.

She hadn't gone to see a film in awhile. In some ways, she missed it.

It's perfect. We should go to Silver Screen. It's the best theatre, and they have the best popcorn.

Or at least they did. Lexa hadn't been in years...since college. When she actually dated. This would fun. It...maybe it wouldn't hurt to try to be friends with Clarke. Despite everything.

….

Clarke checked her phone and smiled.

Sounds great, but I haven't been there since high school.

Almost instantly, Lexa got back to her.

Looks like a date.

Clarke groaned, biting the inside of her cheek. She just let that text stare through her. No, she wasn't acknowledging it, and that was that.

She looked up, Bellamy was washing...she was meant to be drying the dishes. So there she went, joining him, a frown fixed on her face.

Bellamy handed her a cup, glancing at her. "Did someone die?"

She almost took him seriously, before she saw him smiling. "No, just read something stupid."

He shrugged, handing her a pot. "It's the internet. Don't take it too seriously."

Clarke smirked. "Yeah, I know."

They spent the rest of the night on the coach playing chess. Clarke won. She normally did, but she thinks it's because Bellamy goes easy on her. If he really tried, he'd probably beat her in ten turns. He was good at chess. Then they played double solitaire. Clarke let Bellamy win...because she was good at solitaire.

….

The next day Clarke was at work, and Lexa was dressed. In a suit. Hair tied back. Clarke was in a black dress. She was tuning in to her inner Edith Piaf.

They went on, as if nothing had happened.

Even behind closed doors, when normally things would boil over. It felt tense. Wrong.

Clarke didn't know what to think. So she ignored it. She thought that was smart, but Lexa's eyes...they never left her. During the meeting, or in her briefings. It wasn't obvious, but Clarke noticed. It left her uncomfortable, and hot.

It was the end of the day when Lexa did something unusual. She spoke to her.

"I'm looking forward to the movie, I was thinking of watching Gilda."

Clarke looked up at her, face contorted to mimic a fish. Unintentionally, but still. "Isn't that a movie from the wrong century?"

Lexa smirked, humour in her eyes. "Yes, this weekend is like a...revival of sorts. The theatre has been renovated, it still looks like it was built in the 40s, but new. They're celebrating by playing some classics. Besides, I've always wanted to watch Gilda."

Clarke nodded, "Sure, we can watch it."

Lexa smiled, leaning in, kissing Clarke on the cheek. "I'm just a phone call away."

Clarke was beet red.

Lexa, she just walked off.

….

Clarke got home that afternoon. Distracted. Frustrated.

She saw Bellamy, and she kissed him, pulling him to bed. She didn't want to talk, or confess. She just wanted him.

She didn't talk about it.

When it was over, she just lay there. In his arms. She felt the tears prick behind her eyes. So she buried her face into a pillow. Bellamy's arm was around her, holding her tight. It felt like lead, pulling her further into despair.

….

Lexa called an old friend. They were there within the hour. A woman, in a nice dress, with hair that fell around her shoulders just right. A faceless woman.

Lexa took her against the wall. Burying her fingers. Biting.

The other woman was just as rough. Lexa normally loved it. Tonight...it wasn't enough. She wanted more.

So she whispered into the girl's ear. She felt nails rake down her back. She smiled.

She didn't take her pants off that night. Normally...being fucked was the whole point. Yet, Lexa didn't even entertain the thought. She just held the woman down, until the night wore on. She eventually asked the woman to leave, paying her, before she left.

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