Holy crap guys! Did you all survive that episode? Lexa was on screen for what 60 seconds and Clexa was explosive! I have all the feels.


"You actually managed to score yourself a date, between all that bumbling?" Anya teases you and is wholly unaffected by your glare.

"It's not a date, it's just coffee." You defend crossing your arms in front of you.

"Bullshit!" Anya challenges. "The sexual tension between you two was enough to clear me out the room. I'm surprised you two didn't defile the kitchen counter."

You look at her wide eyed. "There was no sexual tension."

"How in the hell are you a detective?" Anya throws her hands up exasperated. "Her eyes didn't leave your body, unless they were on your lips and let's not get started on you, captain heart eyes."

"Heart eyes? What even is that?" You ask.

"The look you were giving Clarke while practically salivating over her," Anya rolls her eyes. "anyway when is this coffee date happening?"

"Again not a date and tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" she asks and you nod your head. "Good thing I put a rush on those prints then."

You raise your brow at your roommate in confusion. "Rush on what prints?"

"Clarke's," she answers nonchalantly and your mouth drops open in shock. "what, don't give me that look!"

"What? How'd you even get her prints?" You fire at her.

Anya let's out an annoyed huff. "Seriously how'd you get through the academy? I took her prints from the mug she used while you were making heart eyes at her when you walked her out."

"Why did you do that?" You question.

"Because she broke into our house and I don't care how cute her roommate is, I'd feel better about you hanging out with her once we know for sure she's not a serial killer." Anya defends her actions.

You know Anya is protective of you even if she won't admit it. She may hide behind the cop thing, but she's your big sister and ever since you had your heart broken in high school she's been critical of any women who may have a romantic inkling towards you. You know she means well, taking someone's finger prints seems a bit extreme even for her though. Clarke may have the right idea trying to set her up with her roommate Raven.

"You're insane and I hope uncle Gus isn't helping you with this." You glare again at your sister before walking off to your room ignoring Anya's calls that she'd let you know the results. You close your bedroom door and drop down onto your bed. Today has been the most eventful day off you've had in a while.


Octavia is having quite the laugh at your expense as you recall your night and day to her. She's met Lexa and Anya and agrees with your assessment about the older blonde girl. You know she's not someone to mess with especially if Octavia is intimidated by her.

"So what are you going to do to get your revenge on Raven?" Octavia asks, knowing you all too well.

"Oh I have a few ideas." You smirk.

"Am I going to have to bail either of you two of out jail?"

"Nothing so dramatic this time and that only happened a few once."

"Twice," Octavia corrects rolling her eyes at you. "The two of you are such children, I swear."

You get back into your workout routine and you're so thankful for Lexa feeding you, there's no way you'd have survived if you had a hang over. Noticing your smile as you think about Lexa, Octavia pushes you even harder, because to her if you are smiling you aren't working hard enough.


"You got breakfast and a date. You should be thanking me." Raven says defensively once you get home and confront your roommate.

"You left me with strangers!" You continue exasperated.

"Strangers that are cops, you're fine and you could be getting laid soon. So what's the big deal?"

You let out an annoyed sigh. "Raven it's not a date and nobody is getting laid, I'm taking her out for coffee to apologize for throwing up allover her living room floor, breaking her front door and as a thank you for not having me arrested like her roommate wanted to do."

"Okay I see your point, but she didn't let her do it because she's totally into you Clarke." You literally cannot believe the words that are coming out of Raven's mouth. She's supposed to be a genius, you've seen her off the chart IQ scores, but on days like these you wonder if someone didn't screw up the results, because really!

"You're really lucky that Octavia has exhausted me to within an inch of my life or I would kick your ass!" You threaten and Raven just chuckles at your words. It's not the first or the last time you'll threaten her and she knows it's an empty one.

You huff and throw yourself on the couch next to her with your arms crossed. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, until there's a commercial and Raven turns on you with a wide smile and you raise your brow at her.

"What?"

"Oh nothing." You eye her suspiciously and you know it's not nothing especially when her smile turns into a big grin.

"Just spit it out Raven!"

She bounces in her seat as she looks at you. "What are you going to wear on your date? have you already decided? you've got great boobs, you should definitely highlight them." Raven rambles out excitedly.

"Again it's not a date and no I haven't picked out what I'm going to wear." Your answer leaves Raven looking at you scandalized.

"Clarke this is the woman you've been thirsting after since we moved in here and you HAVEN'T picked out your outfit already? This is a disaster, are you trying not to get laid here!" You're amused at her dramatics.

Before you even have a chance to respond to her and reel her back in she's up off the couch and running to your bedroom. She has her phone clutched in her hand and you know she's calling Octavia.

You shake your head at her and lift yourself from the couch making your way to the bathroom to have a shower, before Octavia comes over and the two of them team up against you.


It's 10:15am and you're already dressed and ready to go, you'd changed your clothes about five times all under Anya's watchful eye. She'd found it quite amusing to give her commentary on your outfit choices until you'd finally kicked her out and decided to just go with casual comfort.

It's supposed to be a nice day out so you opt for a light yellow henley, dark wash blue skinny jeans and your favorite black boots. You applied light, natural make-up and had your hair in the usual braids.

You've been pacing the length of your living room for the last five minutes. Gustus, follows your movement as you walk up and down. "You're making him nervous, would you just sit down or go outside!" Anya says from her place on the couch.

You glare at her, but finally relent and plop down into a bar stool in the kitchen. You fiddle with your watch for a minute before turning in your seat to face your sister. "This is all your fault."

"My fault, how exactly?" She asks with her brow raised.

"You got into my head with all that date and sexual tension stuff and now I'm nervous." You accuse.

"You'll be fine kid, just be yourself. If she screws up though, I'll do whatever I can in my power to make her life a living hell." You know she's being sincere and you worry about Clarke.

"Anya." You warn and she lifts her hands in mock surrender.

There's a knock on your door and you look down at your watch. It's five minutes to eleven, the time had flown by. You hop up off your stool and head towards the door, but Anya somehow managed to get up off the couch and across to the door before you can even get to your feet, Gustus at her side.

"Hello Clarke," she greets, while blocking the doorway. "How are this morning?"

You hear Clarke greet her back and then ask for you. "Yep, she's ready. I just wanted to take this opportunity to let you know, if you hurt her nobody will ever find your body." Your eyes widen in horror at the threat and Clarke is obviously unprepared for it as well if her stuttering is any indication.

"Anya!" You chastise and she backs away from the door, which you quickly rush out of and pull the door closed behind you. "I'm so sorry about her." You apologize to Clarke. You're mortified and can feel your cheeks flushing.

Clarke laughs and you look up sort of shocked at her unexpected reaction. "I really thought Octavia was joking about the threats, although as she tells it you were part of it too, when Lincoln brought her around."

Your blush grows redder. "I cannot deny or confirm." You're happy your voice comes out confident and even a bit flirtatious.

"That's answer enough, so shall we?" Clarke asks and you nod for her to lead the way.


I felt the date should have its own chapter. Hope you enjoyed this las test installment. Feel free to hit me up on tumblr at chuckleshan. I'm always down to fan girl over Clexa with you all and who knows maybe if you have a prompt for this story or in the silent moments (recently updated) some version of it may make it into the story