AN: More cute moments with our girls. Enjoy! Sorry for any mistakes.


Bellamy glared at Lincoln across the pool table as they fought to dominate the game. Neither one was particularly sober enough to be good at it, but they both tried hard to one-up each other.

The rest of the group scattered around Polis Billiards as they drank and conversed about current events and even the tension they felt around the two men occupied in a game of drunken pool.

"What do you think that's all about?" Raven asked Lexa, Clarke, and Harper as they sat on stools and drank beer.

Each girl shrugged and shook their head at the question. Lexa lied, she knew it probably had to do with Lincoln and Octavia going out, but she couldn't be certain.

"Bellamy caught us making out." The brunette stunned the small group with her sudden response and appearance. She nodded her head when she saw the surprised looks on Harper's and Raven's faces.

"I knew you two were bound to get together. You're so cute." Clarke replied with a smile.

"I never would have guessed." Lexa added with a grin.

"Liar." Both Octavia and Raven replied in unison before they all shared a small laugh.

They sat around the table with their beer glasses in hand as they decided to watch the game unfold.

Bellamy continued to shoot daggers at Lincoln, but when Lincoln sank yet another winning ball, Octavia's brother groaned and grinned at his friend. "That's like 4-2, now." He stated dejectedly.

Lincoln nodded with pride. "Told you I would win. Now you have to listen." He stated hazily, the beer still lingering in his head. The younger boy shook his head, but Lincoln led him to a cocktail table and served them more beer. "I like Octavia, a lot. What you saw was not me just trying to get in her pants." Bellamy shook his head in disgust before he covered his ears in jest. When he was ready to listen again, Lincoln continued his speech. "I asked her out like a proper gentleman, took her out to a nice dinner and after we just walked the pier. She's special to me, man. Octavia is special to me." He repeated and waited patiently for the girl's brother to respond.

There was a moment of silence between the two, and the girls that observed them from their table waited on the edge of their seats. Octavia smiled at Lincoln when she heard what he had to say, defending his honor and his relationship with her.

After a few minutes, Bellamy nodded. He knew Lincoln, he liked the guy, and more than that he trusted his sister's judgement. If they wanted a relationship, and Octavia chose it to be so, then he would gladly support them as long as his sister was safe and happy. "If you hurt her I will come after you, Linc. That's my baby sister dude, I will protect her against anybody, even you." He looked seriously up at his friend.

The guy nodded with a grin. "I promise to take care of her." That was the only thing Lincoln said before clapping Bellamy on the back. "Another game?"

Octavia smiled widely before making her way over to the pair. She hugged her brother tightly before placing a chaste but sweet kiss on Lincoln's cheek. The brunette stuck around them while they played another round.

Meanwhile Raven, having had enough of the emotional display, began to stare down two particular girls before her.

Clarke was oblivious as she continued to look around the room at her friends, subconsciously rubbing her palm up and down one of Lexa's legs under the table.

Lexa feigned interest in Jasper and Monty's current game, but used her peripherals to study Raven. "Is there something I can help you with, Rae?" She finally broke the silence, but never moved to look directly at the girl.

Harper and Clarke turned to look curiously at Raven.

"What?" Raven asked with a shrug. "I'm minding my own business here drinking my beer."

"Sure." Clarke added with a grin because she knew if Lexa had called her out there had to be a reason.

Harper cleared her throat awkwardly before she pushed Raven with her shoulder. "What's up?" She asked with knitted brows.

"You're as blind as the rest of them." Raven's response caused a confused look to surface on Harper. "These two are hooking up and no one has noticed." She pointed at Clarke and Lexa.

The girls feigned ignorance as they scrunched their noses at each other, then at them, before shrugging innocently.

Harper looked bewildered at the pair. "What? You two? Since when?"

Lexa was the first to end the charade as she shook her head with a grin at her friend. "Damn it, Rae."

"What?" She asked rather loudly. "You thought you could hide it forever?" She smiled proudly. "I would have figured it out every single time. You know me and my observational skills."

"I know you're nosy." Lexa nodded in response.

"You love me despite my flaws." Raven countered.

"We do." Clarke added.

Harper smiled. "So, are you?" She questioned the pair again.

The girls nodded simultaneously.

"And you're like girlfriends?" Raven questioned curiously.

Lexa rolled her eyes. She had a feeling the question would come up, but she had no clear cut answer for that just yet, and she feared hurting the blonde if she replied with a curt no. So she avoided having to give any response at all until she had the chance to figure it out with Clarke. "No details, no specifics, that's it."

Clarke laughed at the brunette's stern look and pointed finger before leaning in to her. "Happy now, Rae?" She added. "I know you've been dying to say something."

The brunette only nodded.

"Found that boyfriend yet?" Clarke asked.

"Suck it." Raven replied.


Lexa ended her call, finalizing her plans for the evening, just as Clarke walked back into the room.

The blonde handed her a glass of wine before sitting beside her on the bed.

They smiled at each other after sipping on the red liquid. "So, where are we headed tonight, Ms. Silva?" Clarke asked as she nestled closer to the brunette.

"I've got an idea." She replied with a smile. "But I need to go home so we can get all spiffy."

A small pout formed on Clarke's face before the brunette leaned over to kiss her softly. "If I don't leave you'll ruin my plans." She teased.

"Fine." Clarke nodded.

When they arrived to the shopping center, Clarke was confused. She knew the late hour meant the shops would be closed, so she wondered why Lexa was driving towards the parking structure.

They were the only car in the building, and the security guards patrolling the area nearly made their way towards them before their radios crackled to life and they walked away.

Clarke began to feel uneasy with the situation and she made it obvious to her date. "Lexa, what are we doing here? It's late and the stores are all closed. Security is going to kick us out." She eyed the patrol car as it drove down and away from their level.

Lexa smiled wide before taking Clarke's hand in hers and leading them towards the escalators. "Relax, we're fine. Besides, what's wrong with a little breaking and entering?" She teased and laughed at Clarke's glare. "Will you just trust me and walk with me, please?"

The blonde held onto the girl's hand as they walked through the dimly-lit stores that were indeed closed for the night. The only sources of light hung on strings from building to building. "Lexa…"

"Shhh. You'll attract attention and they'll come for us." She teased, but Clarke took it seriously as she looked around for the security guards in precaution. "I'm kidding. Come on." She led them to the only building that was more lit than the others.

"Barnes and Noble?" Clarke asked with knitted brows and a hint of disenchantment in her voice.

Lexa smiled before she opened the doors to the building. Stepping inside she took a whiff of the familiar smell. The pages in books with a hint of coffee beans. She quickly took her blonde's hand and led her up the escalators, taking gratification in the impressed look on the girl's face. "I have friends in high places." She joked. "Literally."

When they opened the door that seemingly led to nowhere, they were greeted by more string lights and the open air. In the middle of the rooftop was a table set for two. Small candles flickered in the breeze as they took residence in the center.

Just a few feet from the table were two easels separated by a small table housing essential paints, charcoal, and brushes.

Clarke was amazed, and her voice could not convey her gratitude at the sentiment.

"Ms. Silva, Ms. Griffin, your dinner will come out soon, please make yourselves comfortable and enjoy the wine." The voice broke through the blonde's haze as she blinked back tears (because she really was a romantic fool who cried for everything).

Lexa nodded in acknowledgement before leading Clarke to the table. "Thank you, Elona." She winked at her friend and the girl gave her two thumbs up behind the blonde's back to signal her approval of the entire situation.

A small sound escaped Clarke's mouth as she shook her head and smiled at the brunette sitting across from her. "You are such a romantic, Alexandria Silva." She smiled. "You make it hard to compete. Can't really out-do you in this department can I?"

The brunette huffed out a small laugh as she shrugged. "No shame in trying."

"Noted." Clarke nodded. "How did you get Elona to do this for us?" She whispered and leaned forward out of reflex.

"She's got friends in high places, too." Lexa answered with a grin. "Elona works here at Barnes and Noble part-time. She's close with the manager and luckily the manager isn't a jerk. As long as nothing goes missing and we clean up and lock up, she's alright with us being here."

"So she's a romantic, too." Clarke joked.

"Must be." Lexa shrugged.

"Well thank you, I'm touched." Just then Elona walked out with a gentleman carrying their dinner plates.

The smell of Italian cuisine hit their nostrils and caused a subtle rumble of stomachs. "Thank you, Geoff." Lexa dipped her head at the young man as he set her plate in front of her. "This looks as delicious as always." She added.

"My pleasure. Enjoy." He bowed his head politely before retreating with Elona who had also presented Clarke with her meal.

They waited for the pair to disappear before looking back at each other with small smiles in place.

"You know him, too?" Clarke inquired before cutting the pasta squares with her fork. Her mouth watered with anticipation.

Lexa nodded as she took a sip of her wine. "He's Elona's brother. Works at Little Italy and is slated to become the sous chef." She shared.

Clarke closed her eyes as she savored the tasty pasta. "I can see why." Clarke added with a satisfied moan. "This ravioli is amazing."

They ate and held conversations about their goals for the near future in each of their fields, and eventually moved on to the topic of Lincoln and Octavia.

Neither girl was surprised. They each had caught the pair's long stares and awkward mumbles whenever they were near each other. At first, they thought it was just a temporary situation and some heavy crushing, but it quickly became obvious that what Octavia and Lincoln felt was more than just lust.

"I think they're cute together." Clarke continued on with the discussion.

Lexa hummed in agreement. She loved Lincoln like a brother, and she was more than willing to support him if he was happy with Octavia. "Octavia is a great person. And Lincoln is one of my favorite people in the world. They're bound to make a cute pairing." She smiled and continued to eat.

"Am I one of your favorite people?" Clarke asked suggestively.

The brunette chuckled and nodded. "If you weren't, do you think I would have brought you here tonight?" She challenged jokingly.

They shared a small laugh when Clarke shook her head shyly. She felt the sudden need to kiss Lexa, but held back until a table adorned with candles was not sitting between them.

After dinner, Elona helped clear out the table while Lexa moved towards the easels with more wine in their glasses.

Clarke admitted she was curious as to what was to happen next, but she trusted Lexa would tell her in time.

And she was right, because after another short conversation they shared while they slowly enjoyed their wine, she explained what she envisioned.

"We're going to draw, paint, and or however we can artistically visualize what we want most right now." Lexa commented.

The blonde knitted her brows in question. That was clear cut for the most part, except she still needed more information. "Right now in this moment? Or right now in the near future?"

"Right now in this moment." The brunette suggested.

"Material or otherwise?"

Lexa laughed softly then. "This is harder than I thought it would be." She joked. "Either one, Clarke. You choose. The only rule is we can't see what each other is working on until we are both finished."

When she was satisfied and clear on her instructions, the artist smiled in challenge and rubbed her hands together. "Alright let's do this." She grinned before moving to the small table and collecting her tools.

They worked unhurriedly on their pieces as soft instrumental music played from inside the bookstore. Lexa made a note to thank Elona for all of the help and small touches. Eventually, when both of their wrists tired, they dabbed each other with paint, trying their best not to look at each other's canvas while they engaged in their paint fight.

Clarke laughed when Lexa aimed a clean but wet brush at her cheek, missing and instead giving her a 'wet-willy' with the bristles. "Lexaaaa." She whined. "That's gross." She wiped at her ear with a playful pout.

"You like it when I do that in bed." Lexa shrugged with a cocky grin.

The blonde shook her head adamantly. "Oh, not as much as you do. I'm not the one with the ear thing remember." She laughed when it was the other girl's turn to pout.

They continued their small battle, but decided it was best to continue painting the papers and not their dressy clothes.

It was an hour later that Lexa sighed in satisfaction. Her piece was complete; she just hoped that it was as good as she believed it was.

"I'm almost done." Clarke mouthed while placing the finishing touches on her canvas.

Lexa, still trying hard not to look, replied, "No rush."

So she didn't rush, and fifteen minutes later, they had both completed their task and sat at the table with more wine. "Any explanation before we reveal?" Lexa asked curiously.

The girl across from her shook her head. "I think it will speak for itself." She smiled. "Yours?"

"Same."

They agreed to stand and walk over to the paintings at the same time. When they each examined the art before them, they were so mesmerized that they forgot their own work. It gave them no time to ponder or worry about criticism.

Though, in reality, criticism was not likely to be negative that evening.

Clarke's painting was a close up of lips locking onto each other. The tip of one tongue was just barely visible past the plump flesh of a mouth. There was no wasted space on the canvas, and therefore, no need for a backdrop or color. The mouths occupied the entire work space beautifully.

The writer was not an artist like Clarke, but her painting was great in its own way. The backdrop was a deep green with spots of even darker shades of the color. She had taken the time to outline with charcoal letters she would later fill in with red. It was simple, but it was also heartfelt and got straight to the point.

"Clarke, I don't know if I'm in love or in lust with this painting." The brunette admitted with a small grin. "It's hot, but beautiful at the same time." She added.

Clarke cleared her throat a few times before she talked. "You're a writer in deed. You've got a way with words." She smiled a watery one.

Lexa remembered what she had done, and suddenly the anxiety churned inside her stomach as she went on full alert. Her heart thundered as she waited for the girl to continue. She faced her and felt hope rise as her shaky hands were taken into soft ones. "You don't have to answer that right now if you need time to think." She offered unevenly.

Letting out a soft sigh and smiling softly at her, Clarke shook her head. "I don't need to think about it. Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." She beamed at her before she pulled her girlfriend in for that kiss she had been craving.

Her girlfriend. Lexa was her girlfriend. She was Lexa's girlfriend.

After everything Lexa had gone through, and after all of the heartache she had faced herself, they believed in each other enough to give their relationship a chance.

They were both equally as willing to fight through the insecurities they harbored about themselves, for each other.

Clarke couldn't be happier and she held firmly onto Lexa's face to show it. Her lips were eager and hungry for the brunette's warmth and sounds of approval.

They kissed deeply and soft moans of happy pleasure escaped into the night.

"By the way, I think that painting is definitely one you want to send to Mr. Harwood." Lexa spoke against the girl's lips.

A small smile had their teeth nearly clashing before Clarke responded. "I think I will, after all, my best work is about art imitating life." She kissed her girlfriend more passionately then.

It didn't take long for them to pack up and close up after that. The hunger inside of them, and the urgency to celebrate their milestone had them rushing out the door, waving and thanking Elona on the way out.

"I'll call you later." Lexa promised her friend as she exited the bookstore. "I'll be back for the paintings in the morning." She added as the girl laughed and shook her head in response.

And as Elona carefully hid the paintings in a storage room so they could dry, she read, the one she assumed belong to Lexa, out loud. A smile widened her cheeks. Her friend was a true sap.

TBC…

Alright! So we have Linctavia happening, and we officially have girlfriends Clexa, so awesome! If anyone can guess the shopping center, I will give them a virtual high five. There might be enough clues to figure it out. Also, who's still wondering what Lexa wrote on her painting? Anybody? No? Ok. I won't say. Ok. Ok. I will. Her painting read: 'Fate: 270 miles back East, and we meet 2700 miles out West. Will you be my girlfriend?' Awww. What a sap she is. Just a little trivia: in my mind Arkadia, Virginia is near or where Blacksburg, Virginia is. That means Clexa was really only 270 miles apart when they each lived in their hometowns. And Washington, D.C. is a little under 2700 miles from Los Angeles. So, there you go. Thank you guys for reading! Muah!