A/N: So this chapter's mostly fluff. I thought that was called for after the last few chapters. So I hope you guys like it.

Chapter summary: Clexa fluff mostly. And Abby shows up.

The past two months had been slow. But to Clarke and Octavia's relief, Lexa and Lincoln had been getting better at dealing with Anya's death. Octavia and Lincoln had been spending a bit more time apart – which Raven and Clarke believed was a good thing for them – and when they were together, they both seemed to be having a better time. Lexa had been sleeping more and drinking less, which Clarke agreed, was a fine improvement. They spent more time together which involved more smiles and decent TV shows. Lexa and Lincoln had also been spending more time with Clarke, Octavia and Raven once again; movie nights at their places or drinks at Grounders…to Lexa, it felt like things were slowly getting back to normal.

"Last episode." Lexa said as Clarke pulled up the fifth episode of How to Get Away with Murder. "I have work in the morning."

The two of them were lying in Clarke's bed, under the covers with her laptop. Octavia was out for the night with Monty and Jasper and she would be spending the night with Lincoln because he was working and couldn't join them. Lexa didn't stay over if Octavia was home mostly because it would raise questions and neither her nor Clarke wanted to go through the whole "We're just friends" thing – even they weren't entirely convinced it accurately described them at the moment. It was already past midnight but the show was too good to stop, if anything it was getting better with every passing episode.

"It's just so hard to stop." Clarke started. "But yeah, last one."

"You don't have class tomorrow right?" Lexa asked as the previously on played.

"Nope." She replied, fast-forwarding through it. "But I do have to get myself out of bed relatively early to finish editing this paper."

It took Lexa longer than she'd expected to fall asleep. Being in such close proximity of Clarke was getting harder and harder with every minute they spent together. Watching episodes or movies together was easier than falling asleep next to her because they kept her mind distracted. Since their almost kiss two months ago – the one they both refused to acknowledge, there was a sense of awkwardness between them; when their hands accidentally touched yesterday while getting the door to The Ark, the glances across the booth at Grounders last weekend…or maybe it was just Lexa being unable to keep her feelings in check because the blonde seemed unaffected by it. Either Clarke was really good at not showing how she felt, wasn't really affected by that almost kiss or just didn't want their friends to be able to say "We told you so". Raven and Octavia were catching on if their comments meant anything. It wasn't just because of the almost kiss, Lexa thought, she had a hard time keeping her eyes off the blonde since the moment they met but that night…that kind of escalated it all. Lying on her back, Lexa sighed as Clarke's arm found its way to her, draping it across her waist. She was not making this easy.

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"O?" Clarke asked as she stepped out of her room, surprised to see her friend. "I thought you were spending the night with Lincoln."

Octavia, standing by the kitchen counter, motioned towards the living room with a small nod. "He got held up at work."

Clarke looked over, unsure of what her friend was pointing to. There was clearly someone sitting on the couch but she couldn't make out their face. She took a step forward, "Mom?"

"Clarke, good morning." Her mom turned to look at her.

"What are you doing here?" Clarke asked, standing across from her, arms crossed over her chest.

"Well, its nice to see you too." Abby muttered. "Can't I stop by to see how my daughter is doing?"

"Well…you don't." She shrugged, walking away to join Octavia causing her mom to get up and follow her.

"And I know you don't have class today so you can't walk out on me." She told her daughter. "I need to talk to you about something."

Clarke glared at her roommate as she poured two mugs of coffee, one for herself and another fro Lexa. There was no way her mom knew what days she had class so it had to have been Octavia. "What do you want to ta-" She was cut off by Lexa who had just walked out of her bedroom, dressed in only a t-shirt and really short pajama shorts.

"Hey Clarke, do you kn-" Lexa stopped abruptly, noticing how Clarke wasn't the only one in the room. If the look on Octavia's face was anything, she and Clarke were never going to hear the end of this. The look on the other woman's – whom Lexa did not recognize – face was mostly shock. "I'm gonna go." She muttered under her breath, stepping back into Clarke's room.

"OH MY GOD." Octavia exclaimed in disbelieve the moment the door closed shut. "OH. MY. GOD." She had a huge grin on her face as she stared at Clarke in disbelief.

"Who was that?" Abby asked, knowing better than to pay attention to her daughter's best friend.

"No." Clarke stated simply to Octavia before turning to her mom. "And that was Lexa, she's just a friend."

"Just a friend?!" Her best friend choked out, trying to contain her excitement.

"You and I have very different definitions of the word 'friend'." Her mom told her.

"Wait till Raven finds out about this."

"You're not helping O." Clarke snapped before turning back to her mom. "She's just a friend and there's nothing going on between us, she was just staying over for the night." She paused. "Wait…would it be a problem if there was something going on between us?" She knew the answer to that; her mom had made it very clear that she didn't approve of Clarke's…choice in partners, more specifically their gender when it wasn't a guy.

Octavia leaned back against the counter, watching her friend and her mom was always entertaining. She just felt a little sorry for Lexa having to walk in like that.

"Umm…" Abby stalled. "Octavia do you have somewhere you need to be?"

"No," She replied with a smile.

"I wanted you to hear this from me before anyone else." Abby went back to talking to Clarke. "Marcus proposed."

"What?!" Clarke and Octavia exclaimed in unison.

"The wedding is next month, on the 12th, details are on the invitation – yours are on the coffee table along with Bellamy and Raven's; I would appreciate it if you could give it to them. And I expect you guys to be there."

Octavia nodded.

"Expect us to be there?" Clarke asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I don't know mom, we might be busy."

"Yes, I need my family to know you're still alive – they haven't seen you in that long." Abby rolled her eyes.

"It's not like they want to see me anyways."

Abby sighed, choosing to ignore it. "And if you bring a plus one just…it should be a guy okay?"

Clarke didn't say anything, only walked off with the coffee mugs.

"Clarke stop."

"Why?" She snapped, turning on her heel to look at her mom, already halfway to her bedroom. "I don't have a plus one anyways…and I was actually thinking about turning up but you just had to go ahead and say that." Clarke turned back around, walking back to her room. "I have work to do mom, I'll see you later."

She stepped inside her room, slamming the door behind her. She stopped in her tracks when she caught a glimpse of Lexa. She had changed into her jeans and was only just pulling on her t-shirt, the same one from last night. It took Clarke a moment to get herself to speak, turning around in an attempt to look away, "Sorry, I didn't know you were changing…"

"It's fine," Lexa said, quickly pulling the t-shirt down over herself. "You can turn around now,"

"Sorry," She muttered, handing Lexa the mug and sitting down on the bed.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but is everything okay?"

Clarke sighed, "How much did you hear?"

"The walls are pretty thin." Lexa sat down next to her. "And I'm sorry about that…me walking in like that." She shook her head.

"It's fine." Clarke smiled. "Oh right," She remembered. "You wanted to ask me something didn't you?"

"Yeah. I was just looking for the shirt I left here last time." Her clothes usually ended up in Clarke's drawer – second drawer from the top, along with her pajamas – but not this time and she didn't want to go through any of the other drawers so Lexa didn't have a choice but to wear the t-shirt she'd shown up in last night. "It wasn't in the drawer."

"Oh right," She remembered. "Other drawer, it was empty so I thought I'd put your stuff in that one."

Lexa walked up to it, waiting for Clarke to tell her which one.

"Top left."

Pulling out the shirt, Lexa turned around, her back facing Clarke and pulled of her t-shirt.

She tried, she really did but it was almost impossible to not look at the brunette. "You have a thing for tattoos, don't you?" It surprised Clarke that she didn't know about the elaborate tattoo on Lexa's back. It covered her shoulder blades and coming down her spine.

Lexa turned her neck, looking at Clarke, "Uh, yeah."

"It's beautiful." She walked over, "Can I…?"

"Yeah," Lexa pulled her hair over her shoulder, giving Clarke a better look.

Lexa's breath hitched as Clarke's fingertips touched her back. She wanted to tell herself that it was because her hands were cold and not because her fingers were in contact with her skin. Clarke traced the design with her fingers, running down her spine, doing her best to not be distracted by the flawless skin. Which she failed as her hand moved away from the tattoo, onto a clear expanse of skin…smooth and flawless. Lexa didn't complain, well she was pretty much frozen so she couldn't exactly even if she wanted to. Clarke looked questioningly as her fingers ran across a bit of skin on the side of her lower back, which was a bit rougher than the rest. Her hand stopped, causing Lexa to look back at her, "What's wrong?"

"What happened?" Old scars heal, but they leave a mark and Clarke knew what self-harm scars looked like. She just didn't expect to see them on Lexa.

She wasn't sure what Clarke was talking about, moving her eyes down to look at where her hand was, "Umm…" Lexa stepped away from her touch. "It's nothing." She pulled on her shirt, looking away from her. "I know what it looks like bu-"

"But it's not?" Clarke asked rhetorically.

"It is…" She sighed, buttoning her shirt. "But it was a long time ago and…" Lexa rubbed her eyes trying to think of something to say. "I was in a bad place and…it was a really long time ago. Can we pretend like this conversation never happened?"

Clarke thought for a moment before replying. "I won't bring it up ever again unless you want to talk about it or anything…"

Lexa nodded, walking towards the door. "Is your mom still here?"

"I don't think so." She shook her head. "I'll put on some cloths and then meet you in the kitchen okay?"

Lexa walked out of the bedroom with her coffee mug to be greeted by Octavia who seemed like she was waiting for her. "So…" She started as Lexa approached.

"Morning." Lexa greeted.

"You and Clarke…"

She rolled her eyes. "What about it?" Lexa questioned.

"What's going on with you two?" Octavia asked.

"There's nothing going on between us."

"You walked out of her room, practically half naked."

Lexa almost glared at her, clearly unimpressed.

"Okay fine, you weren't but still…" She stopped for a moment. "That's gonna have a lasting impression on Clarke's mom."

"I didn't know she was here." Lexa said in her defense. "And I didn't know you were here either. Weren't you supposed to be with Lincoln?"

"Don't turn this on me and yes I was, but he got held up at work."

"O, please stop harassing her." Clarke said as she walked up to them.

"I'm going to be late for work," Lexa said, trying to hide her smile as she walked towards the front door. "We're still on for movie later, right?"

"If you don't catch a murder then yes, I'll meet you at the theater at…when is it again?"

"5:20."

"Right so I'll meet you there a little before then."

As the door closed behind Lexa, Octavia turned to her friend and said in a singsong tone, "You guys going on a date?"

"OH MY GOD." Clarke groaned out loud walking towards the living room. "It's not a date. Just going to watch a movie O."

"What movie?" She followed her friend.

"The new Mockingjay." She sat down on the couch and turned the TV on.

"Didn't that come out like 2 weeks ago?" Octavia took a seat next to her roommate.

"Yes and Lexa and I have been too busy to watch it and we need a break." Clarke paused. "So it's Friday and we're hoping no one gets killed…or well she doesn't get called in because someone decided to commit murder."

"It's a date." Her best friend said after a beat of silence.

"No, it's not." The blonde protested. "And Lexa doesn't do dates…I don't either. We're just friends and that's it."

"Does Raven know you guys are going on a date?" She disregarded everything her best friend just said about it not being a date.

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Lexa

5:02pm

I just left the precinct.

Clarke checked her phone once she'd parked at the movie theater's parking lot. It had been ten minutes since Lexa sent the text and she predicted it would take her another five minutes to get there. So Clarke quickly typed out a reply as she walked inside.

Clarke Griffin

5:13pm

Yay, no one got killed.

Lexa could hear her phone buzz with a text as she turned around a corner. She expected it to be from Clarke, letting her know that she was already there. She decided to wait until she'd parked her car.

As she read the text, Lexa couldn't help but smile or stop her eyes from rolling. She wasn't sure why she bothered to, but Lexa typed out a reply as she walked inside.

Lexa

5:18pm

I just got here.

Clarke was still waiting in the queue to get some snacks. She was worried the movie would start before the two of them were inside when she remembered that trailers were on for about 20 minutes. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out.

Clarke Griffin

5:18pm

I'm at the snacks counter. Already got the tickets.

Lexa looked up from her phone, scanning the place for Clarke, spotting her fairly easily at the snacks counter. There were only two more people in front of her.

"Hey," Lexa greeted her with a small smile as she stepped next to her.

"Hey," Clarke smiled back.

"This is going to be a little weird though." Lexa pointed out after a few of seconds of silence.

"What is?"

"The place is full of teenagers. We're probably the only ones who aren't."

"I thought you watched the other Hunger Games movies."

"I did." She paused. "But I caught the late night shows just so I didn't have to be surrounded by kids." They stepped forward as the queue moved.

"Aww." Clarke smiled. "Badass detective Lexa doesn't want to be seen with a theater full of kids?"

Lexa sighed. "How do think I get my badass reputation? By not being seen in a theater full of kids."

Clarke laughed out loud and Lexa couldn't help but smile, it was just too cute. Although it was hard for her to admit, she'd do anything to hear her laugh.

They stepped forward, finally reaching the counter, "What do you want?" Lexa asked.

"Oh, you don't have to."

"You got the tickets, I think I can get the snacks."

She smiled, turning to the cashier, "Small Diet Coke please."

"Make that two." Lexa told him. "Popcorn?" She turned back to Clarke.

"Only if you want, I can never finish it."

The trailers had already started by the time Clarke and Lexa walked into the theater. It took them a minute to find their seats, third row from the back in the middle. Lexa was right; the place was almost completely full of teenage girls. There were probably a couple of viewers who were older. Probably.

They were a quarter way through the movie when Clarke leaned in towards Lexa, her lips almost touching her ear. "I still can't stand Peeta." She whispered.

Lexa tensed for a moment to the close proximity of Clarke's mouth, her warm breath on her ear. "I thought I was the only one that couldn't stand him." She finally muttered in response.

The popcorn was on the armrest between the two of them to make it more convenient – less awkward because there was a smaller chance of both of them reaching in at the same time. A few minutes before the movie ended, the container was empty without either of them realizing it. Clarke's hand was already in there, searching for one last popcorn when Lexa decided to reach in as well; the moment her hand touched Clarke's she pulled away, muttering an almost inaudible "Sorry."

Clarke turned her head, having noticed her hand. Lexa was looking intently at the screen when the blonde reached out for her hand, silently taking it in hers. Clarke looked back at the screen, pretending she didn't just do that as Lexa turned to look at her. It took her a moment before turning back to the movie, the muscles in her hand still tense. The blonde made small circles on the back of her hand, probably subconsciously, causing Lexa's hand to finally relax.

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"I really wish they hadn't killed Finnick and Prim." Clarke said as they made they're way towards the exit hand in hand, their fingers now intertwined.

"They had to stay true to the book." Lexa responded, pushing the door open with her free hand.

"But movies change things all the time. Like Percy Jackson and the Olympians…" She shook her head before continuing. "The only thing same with the books and the movies are the titles."

Lexa nodded. "So I have to say, they did a way better job with The Hunger Games movies."

They walked in silence up to their cars, walking up to Lexa's first. She took out her keys and unlocked it when Clarke unexpectedly stepped in closer, causing Lexa to push up against the side of the car unsure of what was happening but finding the need to put some distance between herself and Clarke.

The blonde remained silent to a second, her eyes flicking between Lexa's eyes and lips. "I so want to kiss you right now."

She swallowed the lump in her throat. "What's stopping you?" If it was anyone else, anyone other than Clarke, it would've sounded like a challenge but with her…Lexa was surprised she could get the words out without stuttering.

Clarke almost laughed, looking down at their still-conjoined hands. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just too stubborn to give my friends the satisfaction of doing that."

Lexa didn't know what came over her when she let go of the blonde's hand, bringing it up to her face. "I'm not." She brought her face closer to Clarke's, who didn't move away – she had half expected her to. Their lips met, Clarke's were soft and gentle, a hint of the taste of Coke still lingered. The blonde closed her eyes as Lexa's lips touched hers. She didn't know what she expected but this was so much better. Lexa's eyes fluttered shut as Clarke kissed back and brought her arms up, snaking them behind Lexa's neck before moving them up to the back of head, her fingers running through the brunette's hair. Clarke opened her mouth and Lexa took the opportunity to slide her tongue inside the blonde mouth. She tilted her head, trying to get a better angle, her nose sliding against the Clarke's.

"We can't." Clarke stepped away abruptly, biting her lower lip.

Lexa gasped for air, once again unsure of what had just happened. She was still too dazed by the kiss to say anything when Clarke started to walk away. "Wait," She finally called out, taking off behind her. "Clarke, wait."

The blonde didn't, pretending to not have heard Lexa, she kept walking till she reached her car, unlocking the door. The brunette tried again, "Will you stop for a second?"

She turned around, "What?"

"Talk to me, what's wrong?"

"We can't." She shook her head, opening her door, "I can't, Lexa." With that she got in her car and drove off, leaving Lexa standing alone in the parking lot, still dazed from their kiss and questioning what she'd done. She remained rooted to her spot for a few seconds, with the voices inside her head yelling at her before she regained her ability to walk back to her car.

A/N: So...what'd you think of this one and what about the ending?