It had been a week since Lexa moved into Clarke and Octavia's apartment. Seeing as Octavia had been spending a lot of time with her new boyfriend, Clarke and Lexa had a lot of time to get to know each other. The two of them seemed to get along great, except both of them couldn't help but feel as if something was missing.

"Morning, Lexa," the blonde said tiredly as she walked into the kitchen. The smiling brunette handed her a cup of coffee. "Thanks," they both smiled.

"So…" Clarke started after taking a sip from her drink, "what are your plans for today?"

"This morning I have a meeting, then this afternoon I have the day of so I'll…" Lexa hesitated, not really knowing what she was going to do. Eventually, she sighed and said, "I guess I'll just work from here. I mean, unless you don't want me here." The brunette blushed, making the other girl smile.

"I don't mind you being here, Lexa." The brunette sighed relieved. "But I'm not going to let you work, when you have the afternoon off either." A smirk appeared on the blonde's face.

"And what exactly do you suggest I do then this afternoon?" Lexa asked, raising an eyebrow. She had to admit the blonde had gotten her quite curious.

"Well, I'm going to this art gallery this afternoon. Bellamy said he was able to get a few of my paintings exposed." She shrugged at the end of her statement.

"Would this be a date?" Lexa asked her curiously. She was biting her bottom lip, hoping that the other woman would finally agree.

Clarke grinned. "I'll make you a deal," she suggested. "You take me out to dinner afterwards and you've got yourself a date. What do you think?"

"I think that sounds fair." Lexa said, internally cheering. She looked at her watch and gasped. "I'm late for work, but I'll see you this afternoon."

The whole morning Lexa couldn't keep her mind off of the blonde and their date that afternoon. Eventually, she had no other choice, but to cut the meeting short and reschedule for later.

Once out of her office, Lexa hurried to the mall, where she picked out an outfit for a date and buying flowers for Clarke. After eating a quick lunch, the brunette went back to her office, to change there, wanting to surprise her date.

It didn't take long before a nervous Lexa was standing in front of the apartment she'd been staying at for the last week. She rung the doorbell and gasped at the sight of the woman standing in front of her when it opened. "Wow," she gasped out, " you look so beautiful."

Clarke smiled widely, before taking in Lexa and her new outfit. "You don't look too bad yourself, Lex."

The brunette handed her the flowers, for which Clarke thanked her. Soon they were on their way to the gallery. The blonde gave her directions as Lexa was driving, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding Clarke's.

After walking around the gallery for a while, they made their way to a fancy restaurant Lexa had called earlier to make reservations.

Once seated, the brunette complimented her date, "You're a great artist, Clarke." She smiled. "I didn't know you could paint like that?"

"I've been painting for as long as I can remember." The blonde spoke passionately. "There's just something about it that makes me feel complete."

The brunette watched her closely as she spoke of some of the paintings she'd made. "I'm glad to see you this happy, doing something you love."

"I only paint what I find beautiful," the blonde explained. "Maybe one day, you'll let me paint you." She winked at the brunette, making both of them blush.

Their date ended with the two of them walking hand in hand down the beach. "This is beautiful," Clarke said, watching the sunset. "I wish I had my sketchbook with me." She sighed happily. "You know what would make this even more perfect?" she asked innocently.

Lexa's eyes widened and she started to panic at the possibility of their date not being perfect. "What?" she asked, her voice shaking from the nerves.

Clarke chuckled at her nervous behavior. "If you would kiss me right now." The brunette let out the breath she was holding and pulled Clarke closer to her. Slowly, she leaned in, until finally their lips met. The kiss was soft, slow and filled with all the love they felt for each other. In other words, it was just perfect.

"Clarke, please be my girlfriend?" The blonde chuckled at the desperation in her voice.

"Only if you'll be mine," she winked, before once more closing the gap between the two of them. It was the perfect ending to the perfect date.