Clarke flicked the cigarette stub away and entered the huge office building. The receptionist smiled when the blonde approached him.
"Welcome to Grounders Corporation, how can I help you?"
"Hi! Um, I'm here to see Le– Mrs Woods?"
He smiled. "Do you have an appointment?"
Of course not. Why am I so stupid? She thought. "I'm afraid not."
"I'm sorry but then there's nothing I can do for you here. Have a–"
"Is there anything else I can... I mean I could call her?"
"Mrs Woods has made it clear that she does not wish to be bothered with unannounced visitors." Clarke could hear the slight change in his voice, as his smile faded. Sighing, she nodded and turned around, ready to leave.
"Clarke?" She heard an unfamiliar voice and let her eyes wander around, unsure if she was meant in the first place. Then she saw a woman approaching her quickly.
"Clarke?" She repeated and Clarke narrowed her eyes but nodded. "I'm Anya. Oak. I answered your call the other day."
"Oh, right."
"You're here to see Lexa, I assume?"
"Actually yeah but Mr... Receptionist told me she doesn't want to be bothered, so I'll just call her later or something."
"Ugh don't mind Toby, he's just doing his job. Follow me." Anya said with a reassuring smile and waved at Toby.
"It's fine, trust me. Write Clarke..." she turned to Clarke, "what's your last name?"
"Griffin."
Anya nodded and continued, "write Clarke Griffin on the VIP list, okay? Thanks!"
When they arrived on the top floor, Anya led Clarke to Lexa's office and didn't even bother to knock, instead opened the door and stepped inside. Clarke, however, stayed outside, the whole situation felt surreal, especially when she spotted Lexa standing next to her desk, arms behind her back, obviously talking to two of her employees.
"Anya, I'm busy. What's the matter?" Lexa asked and Clarke felt a warmth building up in her stomach at the politeness in the brunette's voice.
"Clarke's here." Anya said and Lexa's look immediately wandered towards the door. When her eye met the blonde's, she smiled and nodded, signifying she'd be free soon.
"Thank you, Anya." The brunette said and a grinning Anya left and closed the door behind her.
"She'll be there for you, soon. Take a seat over there if you want. I'll be somewhere if you need anything." She said, still grinning, and left for the elevator when Clarke nodded.
A few minutes later, Clarke heard voices inside the office coming closer. She was standing at the window and admired the view over the city.
The door opened, "... as promised. Congratulations again, and all the best." Clarke heard Lexa say and turned around, just in time to see her shaking hands with her employees, a pregnant woman and, as Clarke assumed, her boyfriend or husband. She didn't really pay attention, she just couldn't draw her gaze away from the brunette. When the couple left, a smiling Lexa turned towards the blonde.
"Clarke, hey! I'm sorry you had to wait."
Clarke smiled as well and shook her head, "Don't worry about it. I should have made an appointm–"
"Clarke?"
Clarke's jaw dropped. "Lincoln?"
"Clarke!"
"... Lincoln!"
"Emori." The other woman interfered and lazily raised her hand and waved once, her eyes wandering between Lincoln and Clarke in confusion.
"Clarke, this... is my fiancée, Emori. Emori, this is–"
"Yeah I got it." Emori said, still confused about the surprise in Lincoln's and Clarke's voices after Lincoln had turned around when he had heard Lexa say Clarke's name. "Can we go now? We're already late for brunch." Lincoln nodded and waved Clarke Goodbye.
"... what the actual fuck?"
"Clarke?" Lexa asked politely, motioning for the blonde to enter the office.
"He broke up with Olivia and said that you increased his working hours?" Clarke, still utterly confused, asked and did not move, while Lexa handed her a cup of coffee and sat down on the leather couch.
Not really paying attention to Lexa, she absentmindedly took the cup and repeated herself. "What the actual fuck? … Did you increase his working hours?"
"No, actually I did not." Lexa furrowed her brows.
"This little piece of shit. This prick! This goddamned motherfucking–"
"Clarke." Lexa said softly.
"What!" Clarke was furious.
"Please set the cup down while you gesture around so... vehemently."
Clarke looked at her now half empty cup, and her eyes widened when realizing that she, by waving her hands around, had spilled the hot beverage all over Lexa's cream–colored carpet and froze in shock.
"Oh my God! I am so, so sorry, Lexa!"
Lexa, smiling softly, got up, walked up to Clarke to take the cup out of her hands to set it down on her desk, and then laid her hand on the blonde's back to gently push her towards the couch.
"So that woman, Emori?" Clarke asked and Lexa, grabbing some paper towels, nodded. "Okay so she's Lincoln's... fiancée?... Pregnant fiancée?" She quickly added and Lexa, now soaking up the coffee, nodded again.
"What a little rat! Octavia was... Yesterday when she came home, she... haaaGODdamnit!" Clarke huffed and then softened her voice, "I'm sorry about your carpet."
"Don't worry about it, Clarke. It's just a carpet."
"It looks expensive. I'm sure the cleaning alone will cost my monthly salary."
Lexa laughed, got up and looked around in the room, then walked towards the coffee table in front of the couch and pulled the black rug out from under it, then placed it on the coffee stains and grinned.
"Problem solved."
Clarke couldn't help but laugh. She was still furious about Lincoln but was too exhausted to fret about it. She smiled when Lexa sat down next to her and started caressing her back.
"I'm sorry about your friend, Clarke."
"It's not your fault." Clarke sighed and turned slightly to drop her head on the brunette's shoulder. They sat like this for some long moments, and Clarke felt herself calming down from focusing on Lexa's calm breathing.
Without moving, she spoke. "Don't you have like... work to do? Appointments or something?"
"Not really."
Clarke's brows slightly furrowed. "Not even paperwork? I'm sure as the leader of–" she stopped when she suddenly felt Lexa's lips softly kissing the top of her head.
The brunette slowly breathed in the scent of Clarke's hair before she replied. "Don't worry about it, Clarke. It can wait."
Clarke pulled away in disbelief. She knew that Lexa's schedule was more than busy and she felt bad for stealing so much of the other woman's time.
"No, seriously. If you have to work now, I don't want to... I mean we can just meet later for–"
She was silenced when Lexa cupped her cheeks and pulled her in for a tender kiss. Clarke felt soft lips gently moving against hers, and placed her hand on the brunette's waist to pull her closer, when she felt Lexa softly capture her bottom lip with hers. Her hand slowly wandered up until it rested on the brunette's chest. She brushed her tongue over the woman's bottom lip, who instantly granted her entrance, and curled her fingers, scratching soft skin when she heard the soft moan that escaped Lexa's mouth as their tongues met.
Gathering all self–control she had left, she pulled away, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe when dark eyes met hers.
"I–" her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. "I should..."
"Yeah." Lexa nodded, unable to draw her gaze away, her cheeks red of arousal.
"Okay, then..." Clarke got up, walked across the room and opened the door. "I'll... see you."
When she left the building, she grabbed the railing for support, afraid that her already weakened knees would fail her. She wanted nothing more to go back and... finish what they had started, but she knew it would be a mistake. She wasn't sure whether Lexa was ready, and if she was being honest, she wanted them to take their time, to start it off slow.