"Okay. You've got this, Clarke. You've got this." Clarke repeats again, trying to calm her racing heart. She's never been as nervous as she is right now. It's not her first exhibition, but the very first one in her hometown. Her whole family, her friends, her boyfriend, they all will see her paintings in a gallery for the first time ever. People she's known her whole life. She knows they will be honest with her, and she doesn't know if it's a good thing, because, in her opinion, her latest paintings simply suck.

She couldn't focus on anything, but what was going on in her life. Falling in love with Lexa, ruining her relationship with Bellamy, the whole moving back to Polis thing, all these things make her feel helpless. And she fucking hates feeling helpless. This is why her paintings are full of anger, and she doesn't know if she likes it.

She actually knows. She doesn't like it at all.

She is in the gallery, standing in front of one of her paintings, so lost in her thoughts she doesn't even know what painting she's looking at, with a glass of wine in her hand. It hasn't started yet, so she still has a few moments for herself.

"It's gonna be a great event, don't worry, Clarke."

Well, not anymore.

Clarke sighs and faces John Murphy, the owner of the gallery. "I hope so."

"I know it will, you're one of the most popular artists in the country. Your works are in my fucking gallery. Fuck." He says with a smile. He has always liked Clarke, even after she started dating his worst enemy, Bellamy Blake.

Clarke fakes a chuckle. "I still don't understand how it happened that you own a gallery. You've never seemed like someone who likes art."

"I had to choose between being a lawyer, like my mother, or a cop, like my father. I decided to become a disappointment." He smirks.

"Yeah, I know something about disappointing your family." Clarke says. Her mother, Abby, hasn't accepted the fact her daughter didn't want to be a doctor, and it's one of the reasons they hardly ever talk. "How's your father though?" Clarke has met Alex Murphy a few times, unfortunately. Even though he was a nice man, he was still a cop, and meeting him always meant trouble for young Clarke, Raven, and Octavia.

"He's fine. Busy working on something drug related."

Clarke gets curious, but she doesn't ask for details, because Murphy's assistant announces it's time to let people in.

Oh fuck.


Surprisingly (Clarke is the only one that's surprised), the exhibition has been going smoothly. The guests seem to be enjoying themselves and her paintings. They made sure she knew that, because she received many compliments and sold five of her works. She doesn't even know how many times she has thanked Murphy so far, because it definitely is a huge event and Polis will never forget it.

Still, she can't help but be a little upset. Actually, Clarke is very upset, because the person she was most excited to see today isn't here. She was ready to forgive Lexa, she was ready to give her another chance (even though Clarke knew Lexa had been right), but apparently Lexa doesn't care as much as she thought. She isn't angry though, she's sad, because she misses the brunette a lot. And Lexa promised to be here.

"Jesus, Clarke, will you finally relax?" She hears Raven's voice from behind her. Does Raven know? But how? How does Raven know that she misses- "People love your paintings, there's nothing to worry about." Oh.

Clarke sighs. "I'm relaxed, Rae."

"You call this relaxed?" Raven snorts. "You must be fun at parties"

"You know I am. We'd party together all the time, dumbass." Clarke rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, but we haven't in months. Dumbass." Raven says.

Clarke fights the urge to roll her eyes again. "I actually regret inviting you. You're officially my least favorite friend. Where's the golden trio?"

"Well, the Blakes are fighting again, because Octavia stole the last brownie and Bellamy wanted to eat it, and Lincoln is hitting on some girl." Raven shrugs.

"What? Bellamy doesn't even like brownies." Clarke asks, raising her eyebrow. "You know what? I was kidding. You definitely are my favorite."

"I thought Lexa was your favorite." The brunette teases, but then frowns when her best friend stops smiling. "You invited her, didn't you?"

"I did." Clarke turns away, to hide her disappointment from Raven, but the other girl knows her too well. They have known each other all their lives and Raven knows Clarke better than anyone, even better than Octavia and Bellamy, who are usually too busy bickering to see that there's something wrong going on with Clarke. But Raven knows. Raven can see it all. "She promised she'd be here."

"Okay. What is it between you two? I know we haven't hung out much lately, but even I can see you like her."

Clarke takes a deep breath. She knows she should deny it, but she's tired of lying. She wants to be finally able to talk about it to someone, someone who will tell her what to do. But she doesn't have to say anything, her silence is enough for Raven.

"You totally do like her." Raven silently says.

"I do." Clarke finally admits.

"Does she know?"

"I- I don't know. We've kissed a few times, but I've never told her how I feel."

"What?! You've kissed?! What about Bellamy?" Raven widens her eyes, her voice a bit louder.

"I'm going to break up with him." Clarke says after a moment of silence.

"And then what?" The brunette asks, her voice quiet again.

"I don't know."

"You're going to tell her you like her, she'll become your girlfriend? Clarke, she's-" She lets out an irritated huff.

"I don't know, Raven! I don't know what to do, I don't know what will happen. I know I like her, but I don't know how she feels about me." Clarke says, her voice comes out louder than she wanted to.

Raven gives her some time to calm down before asking: "Do you want to be with her?"

"I would- I'd totally see myself dating her." Clarke admits, struggling to find the right words.

"Aren't you scared?"

Clarke frowns. "Scared? Why would I be scared? I know she looks quite scary, but I promise, she's not as-"

Raven rolls her eyes. "No, you idiot. She's an addict. What if something bad happens? What if she gets arrested? Or dies? I hear like half of heroin addicts dies."

"Thanks, Raven, I feel much better now." Clarke says, sarcastically.

"Yeah, but isn't it her second year or something? Maybe she won't die yet." Raven doesn't give up.

"Raven, could you please shut the fuck up?"

"Why are you annoying my girlfriend again, Reyes?" Bellamy's voice interrupts them, as he comes closer and grabs his girlfriend's hand.

The brunette gives Clarke a knowing look and then her gaze focuses on Bellamy. "I'm not. She loves me. She just admitted I was her favorite."

Bellamy pouts. "And I'm not?"

"I'm pretty sure Clarke will explain everything to you. I gotta go find the sexier Blake." She glances at the blonde once again and leaves.

"But I'm right here!" Bellamy says, but she only snorts without stopping. "What was Raven talking about?"

"Nothing. It was Reyes being Reyes." Clarke smiles weakly.

"Are you sure? You look tense." He says and grabs her by her hips. "You should relax." He whispers before he leans to kiss her neck, but she pushes him away. "Bellamy, there are other people in this gallery, please behave."

He takes a step back with a smirk. "Okay. I need to go now, because Murphy needs my help, but you know where to find me, if you want to relax." Bellamy gives her a quick kiss and leaves.

Clarke decides to go grab a snack, but something happening near the front door catches her eye. She frowns and goes there to see what's going on. Is someone trying to ruin her event? Clarke hopes this is not what is going on, she worked way too hard to let anyone ruin this event. Her event. Her night.

"I'm telling you, your name isn't on the list. You can't be here." One of two security guards Murphy hired is apparently arguing with someone.

"And I'm telling you my name should be on this fucking list. If you don't believe me, go ask Clarke." Clarke hears a familiar voice and her heart stops beating for a moment. She's here.

"I'm not going anywhere. Get out before I kick you out of here."

Lexa rolls her eyes. "Look-"

"Let her pass." Clarke interrupts.

The guard turns around, surprised. "But-"

"I said let her pass." She repeats.

The man finally gives up and moves slightly to his right to let Lexa in, irritated.

Lexa ignores him and gives Clarke a small smile, the smile she loves so much, the smile that never fails to give her butterflies. "I'm sorry, I'm late, Clarke."

Clarke nods, not waiting for an explanation. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too." Lexa says, softly. She looks around the gallery. "Do you want to show me your paintings? I don't know much about art."

"Really? I thought you wanted to be an English teacher. You should know a lot about art." Clarke jokes as they start their walk.

"I was more into poetry than art." Lexa admits.

"What about now?" The blonde asks, curious.

"Well, I was definitely more into reading before drugs started killing my brain cells." Lexa jokes, but the other girl doesn't smile. Clarke thinks about what Raven said earlier that night. There is a possibility Lexa will die, and Clarke knows that, seeing how Lexa looks worse and worse every time they see each other. She would never admit how much it annoys her that Lexa talks about it like it's nothing. Like it's just a joke, like she doesn't believe she can actually die because of drugs.

The brunette notices that Clarke got silent and, knowing the reason why, she immediately moves on to a new topic. "I like this one." She steps closer to one of Clarke's works. "These colors look great together."

"Thank you." Clarke says. Her eyes don't even leave Lexa's face to see which work the other girl is talking about. As if she's scared that the brunette will leave the moment she lets her out of her sight.

"There's no need to thank me, Clarke, it really is great." Lexa says, as she grabs one of Clarke's hands and squeezes it slightly.

"Thank you for being here. And thank you for keeping your promise. I know it's not easy for you."

"It's not, but I promised." Clarke smiles and Lexa's grin widens, seeing how happy Clarke is because she's here. Clarke is happy because of her. "Show me more paintings. I wanna know why Clarke Griffin is so famous."

"Oh, shut up, Lexa." Clarke rolls her eyes playfully. It takes Lexa only few minutes of walking, talking, and laughing, to make all the stress Clarke felt disappear, even though they're not holding hands anymore.

But not for too long.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Clarke, but can we please talk for a few minutes?" Clarke immediately stiffens when Cage Wallace speaks. She hasn't noticed him until now.

She faces him with an irritated sigh. She hates him so much, she feels like throwing up. She hates his voice, his disgusting smirk, his face that reminds her of mashed potatoes that her cat had thrown up on her new dress when she was a child. Clarke Griffin isn't a person that daydreams of murdering someone often.

"I'm busy, Cage." She says with a clenched jaw. Lexa senses that Clarke is getting more and more annoyed and puts one of her hands on Clarke's shoulder.

"It's only a moment, I swear. Then you can come back to your… beautiful friend." He says, his gaze moving to Lexa. Clarke's blood boils when he starts checking her out. She knows it's stupid, but she can't help but feel a little jealous, even though she has no right. Lexa isn't hers.

But when her eyes leave Cage's and focus on the brunette's instead, when she meets her worried gaze, she almost believes that Lexa is.

She won't give that satisfaction to that asshole though. She knows that everything he does, he does to make her angry, to make her lose control. It's not going to happen. Not this time.

"Lexa, could you please give us a moment?" She says.

"Are you sure?" Lexa asks with a frown.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm gonna be okay." Clarke reassures her, and when Lexa nods and leaves, she looks at Cage again with disgust.

"What the fuck do you want?" She nearly growls.

"I just wanted to see how you're doing in Polis. I can see that quite well. It's a huge gallery." Cage says, that stupid smirk never leaving his face. "I bet it took a lot of dick sucking to have your terrible works here, am I right?"

Clarke moved closer to him, trying hard not to punch him. "Why? Are you jealous? Your paintings are so bad that even sucking dicks doesn't work?"

"I have some of them in one of the biggest gallery in Washington, as you probably know, Clarke."

"Well, it would be fucked up if you had to suck your father's dick, since he owns the gallery." Clarke lets out a humorless laugh.

Cage stops smiling, suddenly angry. "Be careful, Griffin. I'm in Polis now, and you can bet your ass I'll find something to destroy your career." He quickly recovers, and a second later the smirk is back. "See you soon, Clarke." He turns around and slowly leaves.

Clarke lets out a deep sigh. Fucking Cage, ruining her mood again.

She looks around the gallery until she spots familiar brown hair, near a table with snacks and glasses of wine. Clarke never thought it was possible to look so fucking gorgeous wearing only white shirt and a pair of tight black jeans. Until now. Clarke feels sparks of excitement in her pants. She knows what she needs. Bellamy was right - nothing will help her relax better than a quickie.

She feels herself getting wetter at the thought. She doesn't care that she's in her public place, that it's her exhibition. All she cares about is that need to relax, to feel something other than stress and anger. She nearly runs and when she is finally near enough she grabs one of cold hands.

"Clarke, what-"

She answers in a low voice. "I need you. Now."


Clarke isn't sure how they made it to this room, because her mind was so clouded, she couldn't think straight. It took them quite a while to find an empty one, but they did. She quickly shuts the door and begins to take her clothes off.

"I need you. Please." She looks up to see if there's resistance in these beautiful eyes she loves so much, but she's met with nothing but hunger. She smirks when the white shirt and black jeans join her dress on the floor a moment later. She doesn't get to say anything though, because that's when her back meets a cold wall, and but it doesn't matter, nothing does, except for these almost equally cold hands on her hips and warm lips on hers.

She doesn't waste any time and opens her mouth to let a warm tongue in. Their tongues fight for dominance for a bit, but eventually Clarke gives up. She likes being in control, but not this time. Now she needs to be fucked, she wants to be fucked so hard stress will disappear again, so hard she'll forget about Cage, about the exhibition, about all her problems, and even her own name. Clarke moans when sharp teeth bit her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. She exposes her neck to give a better access when her jaw and then neck is kissed.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Clarke." She hears a husky voice near her ear. "Have you got any idea how sexy you look right now? How much I've wanted to do this since I saw you today?" Clarke groans when a cold hand palms squeezes her breast and then pinches her nipple. She was never into dirty talk, but oh god, she's pretty sure just hearing this hot voice is enough to make her come. "About having my hands all over you, touching you, about hearing you moan my name." The other hand moves down Clarke's body and stops at her naked inner thigh, caressing it softly, even though there is nothing soft about bites she feels on her neck. "About taking you, fucking you against a wall."

Clarke lets out another moan, her fist full of brown hair. "Then, fuck me. Fuck me before I go crazy."

Instead of touching her where Clarke needs the most, a cold hand grabs her chin to make her look into wild eyes. "Patience, Clarke. I'm gonna have my fun first."

The blonde groans loudly, not caring if someone hears them. All she can think about right now is hot tongue working on her hard nipple. Clarke feels herself getting hotter and more desperate. She needs to come.

"I need you inside." She breathes out. "They're gonna start looking for me soon."

She hears a chuckle. "I know. It makes this even hotter."

Clarke opens her mouth to say something, she's interrupted with a passionate kiss. One swift move later her underwear is on the floor, exposing her dripping cunt.

"But I don't wanna get inside. I want to taste you." Soft lips brush against Clarke's.

"Fuck- Do whatever you want, I'm yours, just- god, please make me come." Clarke begs and she's rewarded with a touch on her clit. It's too soft to satisfy her, but her head is thrown back anyways. She closes her eyes, and lets out a long moan.

"God, you're so ready for me to fuck you, Clarke." When the blonde opens her eyes, she looks down to meet dark ones gazing at her with arousal. She's never thought seeing other person kneeling in front of her, ready to eat her out, would make feel like this, feel her cunt become so wet, hot, and swollen. "But I haven't heard you scream my name, yet."

"I can't take this anymore, plea-" She doesn't get to finish a sentence, because the warm tongue is finally working on her clit, and oh god, it feels so damn good.

Clarke whimpers again, when a finger starts teasing her entrance. "You've been a good girl, so I'm not gonna tease you, baby." And then she finally feels two fingers inside, and Clarke knows that that combined with having her clit licked so fucking good will make her come soon. Her grip on hair tightens, trying to bring mouth lashing against her throbbing bud closer.

"Shit, babe, I'm so close." She says, gasping for air, when the fingers curl, hitting that spot in her that makes her see stars. She curls her toes, ready to release.

"Come for me, Clarke." And she does.


"Where's Clarke? We have to leave soon." Bellamy asks as he approaches his sister and Raven. He's been looking for Clarke for several minutes now. First he thought he simply lost her in the crowd, but he can't find her now that people start to leave the gallery either.

"I saw her talking to Lexa like half an hour ago." Octavia says with a frown. "But I don't know where Lexa is either."

"Maybe they left together to talk or something. Clarke was upset that Lexa was late." Raven says remembering her conversation with Clarke.

"Maybe." Bellamy agrees with a sigh. He promised Clarke, but he still wishes Clarke never met Lexa.


"Damn, Lex, that was amazing." Clarke says. Her hands are around Lexa's neck, and the other girl is holding her tightly, because she's too weak to stand on her own. She takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart, and finally manages to say: "But I'm not done with you yet, Commander."

"Oh my god, who told you?" Lexa asks, closing her eyes and slightly pulling away.

Clarke frowns. "Who told me what?"

"They told you why people call me commander, didn't they?" Lexa says, her eyes still closed.

"They haven't, but now I'm curious." Clarke doesn't wait for Lexa to say something, but kisses her instead. "But it can wait. Like I said, I'm just getting started."

Lexa kisses her back, but quickly pulls away again. "Clarke, I fucked you. You haven't even started." She sighs and starts collecting her clothes. "But not today, Clarke. It'd take me like 2 seconds to come, and I want you to have your fun too." She says with a smirk.

"You already think I'm that good? I haven't touched you yet." Clarke chuckles and grabs her dress from the floor.

"Drugs do that to you, apparently." She says with a smile as they both put their clothes on. "Maybe next time, Clarke."

"Oh, so there's going to be a next time?" Clarke smiles smugly.

"I hope so. You haven't seen all my tricks yet." Lexa winks.

"Behave and I may let you show me these tricks." She smirks and Lexa laughs again.

None of them knows that Cage has been listening to what they were doing and talking about through a closed door with a smirk.

I'm finally gonna destroy this bitch.