Remember Clarke mentions that the last time she slept with Bellamy was Lexa's Leap Year gig. Remember Octavia telling Lexa that Clarke was all Lexa, Lexa, lexa - her abs, her ass. This is a one shot of getting ready for the gig and Clarke at that leap year gig.

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Chapter Four

'So how does a rock star choose what to wear for performances?' Clarke asked from amid the flounce of Lexa's soft, fluffy pillows. She was exhausted after doing a lab that had lasted too many hours. Then she'd had assignments, forgotten to research something in the library, remembered only upon getting home that she had no milk and so she'd text Lexa begging to be collected before the gig that night. Now she was blissfully cocooned in the fluffiness of Lexa's pillows and duvets as her friend was burrowing in her closet.

'Some people have stylists,' Lexa shot her a look, all waggling eyebrows and pouty lips. Clarke rolled onto her side, resting her elbow on the mattress, and her chin in her hand so she could better see Lexa.

'Not you, huh?'

'Are you suggesting I need one?' Lexa gave her the best condescending look and Clarke grinned,

'Nah, you're all dark and broody - it's sexy as hell and you know it.'

'It's winter - of course I'm dark and broody,' Lexa, predictably, ignored the sexy part of her compliment and focussed on the other part.

'Ah come on. I bet you're not wearing pretty sun dresses in summer,' Clarke's eyes flicked over Lexa almost against her will. Lexa would look fabulous in a sundress. Lexa looked fabulous in everything. Clarke's eyes bulged as Lexa peeled off her shirt, so she was standing in front of her in dark skinny jeans and a sports bra. Apparently Lexa looked fabulous in hardly anything. She was all smooth skin and abs that made Clarke's mouth water. Fuck, but she must have a thing for abs, because she couldn't tear her eyes from Lexa's, and she wanted to run her tongue across them.

'Well no,' Lexa rolled her eyes and Clarke had no idea what she was talking about. In her head she was kneeling before her, tongue tracking over each defined ridge on her stomach. She shook her head wondering what was happening to her brain these days.

'No?' she croaked and Lexa grinned at her,

'I don't wear sundresses,' she poked out her tongue and Clarke sunk back into the mattress at the sudden, unexpected jolt of desire that had pulsed through her.

'So what does the summer Lexa wear?' she asked staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about Lexa's mouth when it pouted, or her body's insanely strong response to her friend.

'Shorts, tanks, a pretty top here or there. My main point was my summer clothes are not all black.'

'No?' Clarke turned back to look at her and wished she hadn't because Lexa was now in dark skinny jeans, biker boots and some ridiculously sexy top Clarke hadn't seen her wear before. 'Woah, you look fucking hot,' she burst out.

'Thanking ye kindly,' Lexa gave a silly curtsy and stood in front of her mirror pulling out her makeup. 'The trick with makeup is to go over board. Too much eye shadow, too much eyeliner and too much mascara. My lips have to be super dark or the lights wash me out.'

'Mmmm,' Clarke wondered if her own ass looked like that in jeans. She tilted her head to the side. Her own butt wasn't bad, but Lexa's was quite spectacular. Clarke wondered if it was because she was taller. Her hips were narrower than her own, but still shapely.

'What do you think?' Lexa turned to her and Clarke began to laugh because she had one eye dark and smouldering with heavy, yet perfect eyeliner, thick mascara and just a touch of glitter.

'You ever thought about doing a Bowie?'

'No,' Lexa giggled, 'though maybe if the others would do it too.' Clarke stared at Lexa as she continued to apply her makeup, wittering on about various rock legends as she did so. Clarke wasn't paying as much attention as she should have been because a character was forming. She could almost see her but not quite. She was most definitely Lexa. Dark hair all fierce and braided, clear green grey eyes, far too big and pretty. Covered in black war paint. She'd have to have the best clothes because she was going to be the boss. The Commander. Gay as all hell and ruler of earth. Clarke smiled to herself.

'You look like you're thinking about sex,' Lexa stated bluntly and Clarke felt her cheeks heat up.

'Fuck off,' she threw a pillow at Lexa who caught it easily and threw it back.

'You're all shiny eyed, pink cheeked and you have this little pout,' Lexa teased. 'You get it when you're drunk and Bellamy is coming on to you.'

'That hasn't happened in ages,' Clarke flopped back on the bed.

'No?' Lexa asked dismissively and Clarke wondered whether Lexa slept with girls. She mentally chastised herself because obviously Lexa slept with girls. Or had. Clarke wondered whether Lexa had a person she went to, like Bellamy was to her, someone who kissed her, and touched her and would make her come.

'Do you have a fuck buddy Lexa?' she asked without thinking, opening her eyes, to the sight of a red blush creeping up Lexa's perfect cheeks. The contrast of the bashful blush with the sexy eye makeup made Clarke feel a little giddy.

'A fuck buddy? You mean like Bellamy? Right?' Lexa clarified, her words all rushed which Clarke knew meant she was nervous,

'Yeah. Someone to make you feel good when you don't want to do it alone? Someone whose skin feels good against yours?'

'Uh… no. I don't,' she answered before tipping her head forward and scooping her waves into some funky bun type thing.

'So when you get horny?'

'I have a hand Clarke,' she rolled her eyes and Clarke felt herself flushing because she was lazy and tended to use Bellamy. Maybe she wouldn't do that anymore. But then sometimes it was just nice to be close to someone. She stared at Lexa and the image came into her head of Lexa in the bed she was currently lazing on, hand between her thighs, head thrown back as she pushed her fingers inside of herself. Clarke shook her head, and blinked at how hot she suddenly felt,

'What about if you're lonely?' she asked, her voice ridiculously deep and Lexa gave her a sweet smile,

'Well I have you,' she stated and Clarke felt her heart beat harder, because Lexa looked so vulnerable and sincere all at the same time. Clarke watched her falter after a second, uncertainty coming to play as she blushed, 'and Lincoln, Anya and Indra. I mean…sex is important but it's always better with someone you really want. Do you really want Bellamy?'

'When I'm drunk, yeah,' Clarke admitted and Lexa gave a small nod before looking away. Clarke found her eyes drift over Lexa again, lingering at her behind. She wondered a little absently, whether it was as toned as it looked.

'We're all different. If that's what you need, there's nothing wrong with taking it,' Lexa's words startled her and she jumped a little.

'No,' she agreed, eyes zeroing in on the way Lexa's nipples were visible against the sheer material of her top. She swallowed and decided she must be extremely horny, because she was lusting after her best friend something rotten and she wasn't even gay, though maybe there might be more to her girl crushes, because the thought of throwing Lexa down on her bed was extremely appealing. She huffed a little and tried to move her mind onto something different, 'I love that you're doing a Leap Year gig,' she said and Lexa grinned at her,

'Every four years,' she held out a hand to Clarke, who took it, ignoring the way Lexa's fingers felt wrapped around hers as she was pulled to her feet. She gave herself a mental slap and followed her friend through to the living room where Lexa stood in front of her guitars, apparently deliberating.

'Which one?' she laughed.

'These two,' Lexa pointed to the electric and her old acoustic one.

'Any reason?'

'I always play this old one at every gig. It's a tradition. A superstition. The gig will go well if I play it.'

'Have you ever not played it?' Clarke asked with a grin, sitting down on the couch as Lexa pulled out her guitar cases and began packing her guitars into them.

'Once,' Lexa's eyes shone. 'I had it backstage, luckily, but I wasn't planning to use it.'

'What happened? Why was it lucky you had it?' Clarke stared at her, feeling a slight buzz just beneath her skin as she watched her move around. Lexa turned and smiled,

'Major city wide black out. Can cause huge problems when you have a gig. That was the only gig I hadn't planned to play that guitar at. Luckily it was there because it saved us. We did the whole set acoustically and it was fucking awesome.'

'I bet it was amazing.'

'You tube it,' Lexa smiled and Clarke flushed. The truth was she already had. She was fairly certain she'd read every article and watched every video of Lexa. Not that she was obsessed - she just really liked Lexa. She'd never had such an instantaneous friendship and it just felt really right, and she just loved to know stuff about her. Some stuff she'd had to put out of her head because Lexa hadn't told her it in person. Like the hard upbringing alluded to in magazines, with talk of parental abandonment. Clarke swallowed back the lump in her throat as she tried to equate her smiling, bright eyed friend with that kind of trauma.

'Lex,' she patted the sofa beside her and Lexa sat down. Without thinking she curled into her side and rested her head on her shoulder, sniffing her subconsciously. Lexa smelt ridiculously good the whole time. She wondered if after the show there might be a whiff of BO or if Lexa would still smell as incredible.

'You're sniffing again,' Lexa poked her arm softly, and Clarke felt a warm heat in her belly.

'You smell nice,' she understated.

'So you say,' Lexa rested her head on Clarke's for a second, but then pulled away slightly.

'Even if I use your shower gel and deodorant, I never smell as good as you.'

'I've told you once and I'll tell you again - it's all natural,' Lexa patronized and so Clarke tickled her, fingers squeezing her toned stomach as Lexa wailed her protest through giggles. Then all at once Lexa's hands were gripping her wrists and her best friend was hovering over her and Clarke felt her whole body ripple with need. Her eyes widened as she stared up at Lexa balancing over her, before she pulled back awkwardly and sat down. Clarke took a second to try and still the rapid pounding of her heart. It was pointless because it pounded on and she was undeniably aroused. And most definitely by Lexa.

She was saved from further introspection by Lincoln's arrival.

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'Fuck,' Clarke muttered under her breath even though she wouldn't be overheard given the noise the crowd was making. Her eyes were glued to the stage where Lexa was singing and playing, the only person visible to Clarke at that moment because in that moment she was everything. Clarke felt Lexa consume her. It felt like an endless wave of longing for her and Clarke didn't know what to make of it. Lexa was amazing. She was kind and sweet, talented and funny, an amazing mix of self-deprecation and confidence. Off stage Clarke was pretty damn sure Lexa was her soul mate because never had she had a friendship like theirs. On stage Lexa was something else entirely. The sound of her voice, the tilt of her chin, her arms as she played, her entire presence on that stage. Slightly socially awkward Lexa, was the fucking commander of the stage. She owned it and the audience, and at that moment she owned Clarke. She couldn't take her eyes off of her, every move made her body buzz, and every time she sang, Clarke's breath caught. What the actual fuck was happening to her?

She couldn't even clap as everyone else bellowed for another encore.

'You ok?' Bellamy put a warm hand on her back. Clarke swallowed because she wasn't sure she was, but then pulled a fake smile to her face and turned, winding her arms around Bellamy's neck and tugging him down for a kiss. 'Gonna be that kinda night, huh?' he asked with a low chuckle. Clarke fought the urge to turn around and stare at Lexa. She fought the urge to pull out her her phone and beg Lexa to sneak her backstage. She fought against the impulse to kiss Lexa because that wasn't fair, because Lexa was gay and she was…she was just attracted to her, wildly. Her body pulsed at the thought. She was sexually attracted to her. Clarke closed her eyes for a moment. She wasn't gay. She was into guys. The feelings she'd had for girls were just crushes. It wasn't right to lust after a girl because she was momentarily attracted. Fucking Bellamy always relaxed her. Maybe fucking him would get her over her horniness and in the morning Lexa would just be Lexa. She ignored the inner voice that wondered if Lexa had ever just been Lexa. Clarke answered Bellamy with a lingering kiss she definitely wasn't into. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.