The dinner banquet was a bitter sweet affair. Neither Sheldon or Lawrence won the state championship. Sheldon was able to get to the championship game but ended up losing to the defending state champions while Lawrence finished fourth. Both Clarke and Lexa were honored on the All Tournament Team. Now that the awards had been given out all the teams could enjoy dinner and talk amongst each other. Raven and Lexa had left their team table and joined Clarke and Lexa at their table since they'd met most of the Sheldon team and were even friends with most of them from Octavia's parties.
Lexa had offered to get cake for herself and Clarke, while the blonde got the drinks. Clarke had made it back to the table a few minutes now and Lexa still hadn't returned. She turned to look towards the dessert table when she saw the redhead, once again, talking to Lexa who held two plates of cake in her hands. Then the redhead laughed at something the brunette said and reached out, touching her arm and something snapped in Clarke. Her chest tightened and it felt like something was clawing at her stomach. It took everything in her to stop from getting up and marching over to them. It's none of your business. She tried to tell herself and turned away from them. She recognized the feeling for what it was, she was jealous.
The blonde looked back and saw the redhead writing, what she assumed, was her number on Lexa's arm. She turned back to the table, set her elbows on the table, and laid her head in her hands as she tried to fight off the feeling in her stomach. "Clarke, you okay?" She felt Octavia's hand on her shoulder and heard the concern in her voice.
"Uh, yeah." Clarke said and sat up straighter. "I think I'm just gonna go up to the room."
"Do you want me to come with?" O asked and actually started to stand up but Clarke waved her back down.
"No, no, don't be ridiculous. You deserve to have fun, I'm just not feeling well." She lied and stood up.
"Are you sure?" Octavia also stood and hugged her friend.
"Yes, but thanks for offering." Clarke said then hugged Raven as well.
"Text us if you need anything."
"I will." She walked off and avidly avoided looking (or walking) in Lexa and the redhead's direction.
When Clarke got to the room she decided to shower and just get ready for bed. Her mood had significantly fallen from what it had been. Her feelings for Lexa had been becoming more intense, since three weeks before when they danced together. She didn't want them to happen but she Lexa was too good of a friend and she liked her too much just to stop hanging out with her. "What are you doing, Clarke?" She questioned herself as she lie in the bed.
Clarke was thoroughly enjoying her very own pity party when a knock at the door interrupted her self-wallowing. "What?" She asked in her bitchy voice, hoping whomever would go away. She assumed it was just one of her teammates wanting to borrow something and would go away if she didn't answer. She was a bit surprised when the knocking persisted. She threw the blankets off and stomped towards the door. "Wha-" Her words died in her throat, not expecting Lexa to be standing at the door.
"Hey, Princess." The brunette spoke softly and held two pieces of cake in her hand.
"What are you doing here?" Clarke asked with her back to Lexa as she walked back over to the hotel bed. Lexa frowned at the icy tone but entered the room and allowed the door to shut.
"I came to see if you were okay." She answered, setting the cake on top of the dresser. "Octavia said you weren't feeling well."
"I'm fine." Clarke didn't mean to be short with her, but she saw the name and number in black ink on Lexa's arm and she just couldn't help the jealously that bubbled up.
"Clearly." Lexa stated dryly, she was confused. It seemed like the blonde was mad at her and she couldn't figure out why.
"Why are you here Lexa?" The brunette could hear the exasperation in her voice. "Shouldn't you be getting to know your new friend?"
"What?" Lexa's frown deepened.
"Nikki." Clarke answered for her then looked to the brunette's arm and it clicked. "Oh, no." Clarke looked at her disbelievingly. "No." Lexa stated again, smiling this time. "She's nice but definitely not my type." And took a seat on the bed besides Clarke.
"And who's your type?" Clarke found herself asking before she could stop it. You. Lexa thought but caught herself.
"Umm, I don't know. Someone that can make me laugh. That's smart and is genuine. I need someone that can keep up with me." She avidly avoided describing in physical attributes that would implement Clarke except- "Someone easy on the eyes, doesn't hurt either."
"And she wasn't any of those?"
"I don't know." She didn't know if she should tell Clarke the reason why she didn't want to talk to some redhead or not. Part of her though wondered about the blonde's actions the past few weeks. She knew she saw Clarke checking her out when she was in her bikini top, and she remembered now Clarke jumped on her after throwing a perfect game, and just now when she seemed jealous about the redhead that gave her number to her. She thought something was developing between them but she didn't know if it was true or she just wanted it to be true. She decided to put a small hint of something out there for the blonde, just to gage her reaction. "Besides, I kind of have my eye on someone else. So it wouldn't be fair to call her." Clarke's eyes shot up to meet hers.
"Who!?" She asked a bit too quickly, that tightening in her chest quickly returning. She didn't want Lexa to have her eye on anyone…Okay so she wanted Lexa to have an eye on her. The brunette gave herself an internal high five, it wasn't a huge reaction but it gave her hope. "I think that's enough questions for one night." She said and made herself comfortable on the bed. "Let's see if there's a scary movie." She grabbed the remote while the blonde just stared at her.
"You're seriously not going to tell me?" Lexa paused her clicking and looked at Clarke.
"Maybe someday." She smirked. "Now are you going to watch a movie with me or not?"
"You should go to your own room and watch a movie." Clarke huffed but lied down next to the brunette.
"Yeah, considering Octavia probably has my sister naked and screaming her name by now, that's not happening."
"Ugh, don't put that image in my head."
Lexa chuckled. "That's what O told me when I said I was coming to your room." Then Clarke laughed. "She also told me not to come back to the room tonight, so I guess I'm staying here."
"Great." Clarke muttered to herself. Just what I need.
"Hey, I'm not so happy about this either. You kick in your sleep."
"I do not." Clarke argued, playfully kicking Lexa's leg in the process.
"See!" Pointing to the leg. "Violent."
Clarke smiled. "Whatever, just find a movie Commander." The pair got comfortable under the covers and luckily found a semi scary movie on. As the movie went on Clarke found herself getting a bit scared over the stupid movie. She wasn't a big fan of them like Lexa was. More than one occasion she jumped as the scary fucking doll/creature thing would jump out of nowhere. She had inched closer until she and Lexa were almost touching. The brunette itched to reach out and touch Clarke, bring her in close. Be the one Clarke held on tightly to and hid her eyes in the crook of Lexa's neck instead of the pillow that currently held the job.
After another scary part Lexa made a brave moved her arm under Clarke's head but froze when the blonde stiffened. "Sorry-I just-sorry." She went to withdraw when-
"It's fine, you just surprised me."
Lexa nodded, now unsure what to do. "You just seemed kind of freaked out, I…" you idiot, think of something. "I just thought you might…want to give that pillow a break." She finally got out, relieved when Clarke chuckled as she looked at the clutched, flattened pillow. Clarke loosened her grip on the pillow and brought it to her lap, looking from the pillow to the brunette.
"You don't think that would be, I don't know, weird?" She paused for a second. "Us cuddling." Just saying it made Clarke's heart go wild as she tried to keep her cool. She subconsciously clutched the pillow again. Fuck, why did you have to go and try to comfort her!? Lexa thought to herself, she had hoped that Clarke had felt the same way she did. It was now very obvious to Lexa how wrong she was, now she had to try to get out of this without it being more awkward than it already is.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Forget I said anything." She mumbled and returned her attention back to the TV, feeling like a freaking idiot. A minute later she felt a tentative, light weight on her shoulder. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and repositioned her arm so the blonde could be more comfortable.
"It'll only be weird if we let it. Right?"
"Uh, yeah." She moved her hand to Clarke's back. Both glued their eyes to the television but neither paid any attention. Too much in their own minds as they tried to ignore the rapid beating of their hearts. Lexa hoped Clarke wouldn't saying anything about it but she knew the blonde could feel it, her ear was practically on top of it. She would blame it on the movie if the blonde asked. Clarke however, was too scared to ask, afraid of the answer. Maybe I should talk to O about what I'm feeling, I'm sure she'll have some advice. She thought and as she laid in Lexa's arms she thought about how nice it was, she felt safe and terrified all at the same time. But as she lay listening to the rapid beating of the brunette's heart, she thought that maybe it didn't have to be all scary after all.
A/N: Clexa Cuddling? Its progress….At first I hated this chapter, but after rewriting it several times I kinda like it now. What do you guys think?
