The sun was setting by the time Clarke woke again, the ache in her head significantly less prominent. She turned over, noticing that her phone had been placed on a charger. The blonde grabbed it, groaning at the amount of notifications that appeared. Raven and Octavia were on the verge of calling the police it seemed, and her boss was waiting for an explanation for today's absence. Clarke ran a hand through her hair, opting to send the girls a simple text to buy her some time.

I'm okay, I'll come to O's later and explain. - C

She turned her phone off before any more notifications could come through and stood up, making her way to the cracked door. Clarke made her way down the hallway, her eyes lingering on a few framed pieces of art as she went. Whoever owned them enjoyed landscapes, forests in particular. The hallway led to a short staircase, and Clarke trailed her fingers along the polished banister as she made her way down them. Once she was clear of the last step, she turned the corner and stopped short. Lexa was sitting hunched over on a beige couch staring at her laptop, gripping a steaming mug tightly. Clarke let her eyes linger on the brunette a moment, sensing the obvious tension in her frame, before clearing her throat. Lexa turned her head sharply, features softening as she caught the blonde's eyes.

"How do you feel?"

Clarke sighed and moved closer to the couch.

"Like a million bucks."

The brunette rolled her eyes and nodded her head towards the armchair next to the couch.

" You can sit, I'm sure you have questions."

Clarke took a seat, watching as Lexa closed her laptop and set the mug down on the glass coffee table.

"I guess I'll start by going back to the beginning. You're Lexa Woods, correct?"

Lexa nodded.

"Your sister is Anya Woods?"

Another nod.

"And you two own the club that a lunatic opened fire in last night?"

The brunette tensed her jaw before answering.

"Among other places, yes, we own Grounders."

Clarke softened her tone before her next question.

"Do you know what he was talking about when he mentioned the deal your parents made?"

Lexa looked away quickly, her gaze settling on the steam coming off her drink.

"Not at all. My parents have never been anything but generous and kind, and are much too smart to get mixed up in anything that would tarnish their reputations."

Clarke decided to steer clear of pressing Lexa any further about her parents, sensing the defensive tone in her voice. A few beats of silence passed before she spoke again.

"Well, thank you for helping me, but I should go. I don't want to become any more of a burden than I have been."

The brunette looked up quickly, a hint of disappointment flashing across her face.

"You're not a burden Clarke, I did what any decent person would do. In fact, I was going to offer you a proper meal once you woke up since you haven't eaten all day. However, if you would like me to arrange a ride home for you I can do that as well."

Clarke took note of the hopeful pause before Lexa's offer of transportation home, and shifted in her seat. She really should go, Octavia and Raven were already going to be furious with her lack of communication. She also knew that she would need to visit her workplace to explain the situation to her boss in person, lest she lose her job. Every rational part of Clarke's brain told her to get up and accept the ride home, but the blonde didn't move. Instead, she watched Lexa fiddle with the fibers of the blanket draped over her legs as she waited for her response. Finally, deciding against her better judgement, Clarke spoke.

"I could eat."

A small smile graced the brunette's lips before she stood up, tossing the blanket back onto the couch.

"How do you feel about pizza?"

Less than an hour later Clarke was leaning against the island in Lexa's spacious kitchen, watching the brunette peek into her oven.

"You know we could've just ordered pizza, you didn't have to go to this much trouble."

Lexa waved the comment off absentmindedly as she removed the pizza from the oven, placing it onto a wooden board to cool.

"No pizza place nearby makes my famous goat cheese and tomato pie. You'll never look at another pizza the same way after tonight."

Clarke chuckled as the brunette threw her a playful wink, placing a slice onto the plate in front of her. Lexa picked their plates up, moving towards a small table near the island.

"Normally I'd offer you a drink, but I think you're better off with water."

The blonde moved her hand to her temple, grazing the bump that had formed under her hair.

"I will agree with you on that argument."

She took a bite of her slice, fighting back a moan of pleasure as her eyes fluttered shut. She could practically feel Lexa's smirk before she opened her eyes back up, but she kept her focus on the pizza.

"So, you know a little bit about me. It's only fair that you tell me about yourself."

Clarke swallowed the food in her mouth and shifted in her seat, propping her head up on her fist.

"Well, I grew up in Australia, Brisbane to be specific."

Lexa looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue.

"Uh, I lived with my mom and dad until they divorced a few years ago. My dad moved to the states and took an engineering job in New York. I stayed with my mom for a while, but I had to come to New York two years ago. She stayed behind."

The brunette tilted her head to the side slightly.

"Had to?"

Clarke grimaced, taking a particularly deep breath.

"Well, my dad passed away. I didn't have to come, but it felt wrong to let strangers handle his things. It also felt wrong not to have a funeral, so I came here and planned one. I meant to go back home after the funeral, but I met Octavia and Raven about a week after. They pulled me out of a really dark place, and helped me realize I had more for me here than i did waiting for me back home. Octavia got me a job at her brother's office, so I've just been here ever since."

Lexa chose not to press the blonde about her family history, sensing her discomfort. She took a small bite of pizza before commenting.

"You got attached."

Clarke sat back, unsure of whether she should be defensive or not.

"Is that a bad thing?"

The brunette hummed lightly, thinking for a second.

"I guess that depends on who you're asking."

Clarke considered the answer for a moment before turning her attention back to her food, signalling an end to the conversation.

It didn't take long for the pair to finish their meal, having fallen into a comfortable silence after the brunette's cryptic answer. Lexa stood up, moving to grab their empty plates. Before Clarke could realize what she was doing her hand shot out, resting on Lexa's and keeping her from picking up her dish. The brunette looked at their hands before moving her gaze to the blonde, and Clarke felt heat creep up her neck under Lexa's emerald eyes.

"You cooked, let me help before I leave."

She took her plate and water glass into her hands, following the brunette back into the kitchen. Lexa turned the sink on and passed a soap doused sponge to Clarke. They worked side by side in silence, sharing the work evenly between each other. Every so often their arm would brush against each other and they would share a small glance, causing Clarke's heartbeat to quicken. Soon, the blonde found herself standing in the Lexa's living room. She had gathered her phone and purse up, and changed back into her blue dress from the night before, deciding to leave the borrowed clothes behind. Lexa leaned against the back of the couch, watching Clarke shift her weight from one foot to the other across from her.

"I really should be going now."

The brunette took a step closer.

"I'll call you a car."

Clarke glanced at Lexa's lips, involuntarily taking a step closer herself.

"I'm capable of ordering myself a ride Woods, concussion or not."

Lexa smirked, stepping forward again, inches away from the Blonde.

"I don't doubt that Griffin, but it wouldn't cost you anything to let me pick up my phone and call a car."

Clarke swallowed roughly.

"Thank you for the offer, and for everything today, but I can't ask any more of you."

She stepped around Lexa, making her way to the front door. She was stopped short by a hand on her arm as she reached for the doorknob.

"I want to see you again Clarke."

Lexa quickly backtracked, not wanting clarke to think she was making a demand rather than a request.

"Not to assume that you want to as well of course. I mean, I just know that I do, and I'll have some free time since we're closing Grounders to conduct an investigation. I mean we hardly got the chance to know each other, but if you don't want to I completely understand and don't hold- "

The brunette's ineloquent rambling was cut off by a soft pair of lips against her own. Clarke had closed the distance between them, letting her purse fall to the floor beside her. Lexa pulled the blonde closer by her hips, breathing in the subtle perfume that still lingered on her skin from the night before. Ignoring the Clarke deepened the kiss, feeling Lexa's tongue graze her bottom lip. The kiss carried a heat that was intoxicating to the both of them, and Clarke allowed herself to get lost for a moment in the taller woman's arms. When Lexa's tongue pushed against her bottom lip, asking her for permission to enter, Clarke took a step back. She took a second to catch her breath before connecting her eyes with Lexa's. Green eyes heavy with lust looked back at her, concern vaguely etched on her face. Clarke gave her a reassuring smile before gathering her purse back up and opening Lexa's front door. Before the blonde closed the door, she turned back, and Lexa almost missed the small smirk that graced her swollen pink lips.

"I left my number on top of your clothes on the bed. I want to see you again too Lexa."

We love a good Clexa kiss. I was thinking of writing the next chapter in Lexa's POV, we'll see if I follow through with that. As always, any feedback is greatly appreciated!