"Um."

Clarke struggled to contain a laughter. Lexa was too adorable in that moment, so clearly confused.

"Why?"

A grin appeared on the blonde's face. So lexa.

"I've never met a person before who asked why I wanted to kiss them." Clarke laughed and quickly calmed down before Lexa could fall back into a spiral of uncertainty and confusion. She didn't want the moment to end.

"I'm sorry, I just… I'm sorry if that was too much or something." She quickly added and was surprised when Lexa shook her head.

"What are you thinking?" She asked carefully and Lexa shifted a bit, quickly averting her gaze.

"I… I would really like to kiss you, too, Clarke."

Clarke was sure she had never looked so dumbfounded in her life. Is this really happening? She thought to herself and did her best to quickly regain her composure. With a soft smile, she reached out and captured the girl's chin with her thumb and index finger, to turn Lexa's head towards her.

"Lexa…" she said softly. "Would you like to try?"

Lexa tried to lower her head but Clarke gently held her in place. The brunette slowly nodded, and Clarke nodded as well. She brushed some stray hair out of the girl's face before cupping her cheek, and carefully leaned closer to give Lexa the time to process what was happening. A few inches before the girl's face, she stopped.

"Are you nervous?"

Lexa slowly nodded again.

"That's okay. I'm nervous, too," Clarke admitted. "If this is too much, just tell me. It's okay."

Lexa squeezed her eyes shut for a moment but opened them again with a shake of her head. Clarke waited, searching the girl's face for any signs of discomfort, but before she could grasp what was happening, Lexa's eyes quickly dropped to her lips and then closed as she leaned in and closed the gap.

Clarke's mind was racing. Her heart was pounding. She had always thought that people were crazy when they said that a kiss made people see stars, made them feel sparks fill their bodies. And now, she knew they were crazy. Clarke didn't see stars, and she didn't feel sparks. She saw and felt fireworks.

She was kissing Lexa. Lexa was kissing her back. Soft lips shyly pressing against hers, soft lips slowly starting to move, soft lips carefully capturing her bottom lip. And then, her brain stopped working.

Clarke didn't know if it was after a minute or after an eternity when they slowly pulled away, she just knew their kiss was ending way too soon. Their eyes remained closed for another minute, their foreheads touching, before she pulled away and opened her eyes.

"Are you okay?" She whispered, brushing a strand out of Lexa's face. The brunette slowly nodded and opened her eyes as well. She looked at the blonde with soft eyes, hesitating for a moment before she snuggled into Clarke's side.

Clarke gently laid her arm around the girl, pulled her a little closer and finally, she let a wide smile spread across her face. It had happened. They had kissed. A kiss that Lexa had started. Lexa trusted her. Lexa liked her back. Today was a good day.

They stayed in the park until the early evening, spending the time cuddling and kissing. Clarke still couldn't believe how lucky she was, falling in love with a girl who liked her back. That girl being none other than this cute shy girl that saved ladybugs from sidewalks, that cute shy girl who touched flowers like they were made of glass, afraid to hurt them, that cute shy girl who was Lexa.

She was ready to do anything for her, she was ready to give her the world, and she was ready to protect her from it. Little did she know that it would happen much sooner than she had thought.

As Lexa had told them the other day, she wanted to move out of her dorm room to get away from her roommate and move in with Raven, which required some preparation, mostly paperwork. So here they were, on their way to the office building to get the needed forms. Lexa absentmindedly took Clarke's hand, and the blonde's heart beat picked up on speed at the motion. For her, holding hands with someone was simply a gesture of affection and she had no problem initiating this kind of touch. But she knew that for Lexa, it was a huge step, and she couldn't help but smile at the thought that her shy girl was getting more and more comfortable with her, and with touching her.

They entered the building and made their way through the labyrinth of corridors, until they reached the door of the office. It was left ajar but only slightly so they couldn't see inside. The mumbling that came from inside the room indicated that someone was already there, so Clarke gently led Lexa to the waiting area and they sat down. Clarke took a moment to look around. Apart from the plastic chairs and a stunted plant, there wasn't really much else. Polis, you beautiful thing. She thought and shook her head. A few moments later, Lexa began to rock. Subtly, but Clarke noticed anyway.

"Hey," she said softly and squeezed the girl's hand, "you okay?"

Lexa nodded but Clarke wasn't convinced.

"It's fine, you know? Raven really likes you and I'm sure Charlotte won't complain. It's a win–win situation for you."

Lexa didn't relax, only nodded, but Clarke could see that the girl was at least trying to believe what she had told her. Gently running her thumb over Lexa's hand, she chose to stay quiet for a while, giving Lexa some time to sort her thoughts, but she glanced at the girl every now and then to make sure she was okay.

A few minutes later, the voices in the room grew louder, now clearly audible. She felt Lexa tense up.

"I will not leave until you give me the room number!" A man exclaimed.

"Sir, this goes strictly against our privacy policy and I–"

"I don't give a «shit» about your privacy policies! I will–"

Clarke looked at Lexa who had her eyes squeezed shut, still rocking, her unoccupied hand nervously fumbling with the straps of her jacket.

"Lex, everything's okay." Clarke said softly, trying to reassure the girl. "This is just some parent who probably fucked up a bit and now wants to see his child. There's nothing you have to worry about."

Lexa didn't react and Clarke grew impatient. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to calm Lexa down. If only the people in the office would lower their voices. She sighed and took Lexa's hand in both her hands, in case that would help, not wanting to startle the girl even more with other touches that she wasn't prepared for. The man in the office was yelling now.

"I have every right to see my fucking child whenever the hell I want!"

There was a loud noise and Clarke effortlessly guessed that the man had banged his fist on the table. She quickly got up.

"Lex, let's go." She said firmly, trying not to be too loud. The brunette's eyes shot open but she didn't move. Clarke held out her other hand for Lexa. "Lexa, let's go. We can come back another time. Okay?"

Clarke prayed to the Gods that Lexa was still in control of her body. She sighed in relief when the girl nodded and took her hands. With both hands, she gently pulled her up and cupped her cheeks, and luckily, Lexa looked back at her. She was still there. "You're okay," Clarke said again, "let's go."

They turned around, ready to leave, when they heard the man's angry voice, much closer to them.

"Alexandria?!"

Everything happened too fast for Clarke to understand. Lexa dropped to the ground and the man was standing over her in a split second, but Clarke was faster and before anyone knew what was happening, she had pushed the man back with everything she had in her and quickly stepped between him and Lexa, who now had her knees tucked up and was rocking hard, tightly covering her ears with her hands. Clarke's blood ran cold. Lexa was panicking.

Somewhere in the distance she heard someone call for the security guards but she had no time to care about that now. Her priority was Lexa. She had to protect her, and she had to act fast, so she did the only thing she could think of. She pulled out Lexa's phone, facetimed Anya and slid the phone under Lexa's legs, so that at least Anya could see her. Then she turned around and faced the man.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Clarke was furious. She already knew who the man in front of her was, and it took her every bit of self–control she had left to not instantly jump him and claw out his eyes. His fierce green eyes.