A/N: Here's the date you've all been waiting for. It took a rather unexpected turn, but it's Clexa so I'm not surprised. All mistakes are mine, but there is a reason... It was after 12am when I finished it. There's a slight pov change at the end, so watch out for that.

Thanks to fairytaleslayer for helping me along with this chapter. Fight me till the sun rises just updated and it's great chapter so go read that on ao3.

Once you're done with those check out my other fic The Sky is Falling, chapter 9 has just been updated a few days ago. Hopefully chapter 10 will be out soon.


The walk to the restaurant is a good way for you both to catch up on the remainder of your Saturday's. Clarke had thanked you profusely for the breakfast that saved her life before her training session with Octavia. You'd laughed to hide your blush, before delving into the tale of your own rather boring day of taking Gustus for a walk and then watching Netflix with Anya.

It takes a monumental effort for you to keep your eyes off of Clarke's body, she's wearing a green tank top, curve hugging jeans and a light white cardigan. You hadn't taken note of her outfit on your way out the door, but once in the elevator you'd gotten the opportunity to appraise her outfit and you thank every higher entity there is that Anya isn't around to tease about drooling more than Gustus.

"Do you want to sit inside or outside?" Clarke asks as she stops in front of the quaint little café just a few blocks from your apartment.

You look around the place and decide since it's such a nice day out you should both enjoy it. "Outside definitely."

She nods with a smile before pulling the door open for you and you walk in past her. You have to hold in your blush as your arm brushes against her chest when you squeeze through the door.

"Have you been here before?" Clarke inquires as she steps in next to you in the line.

"I come here quite often actually, the coffee here is the right kind of strong when one is working the night shift," you answer while shuffling forward with the rest of the line. "you?"

"Oh yeah, Raven makes me come down here at least three times a day, since it's close to the garage." she chuckles and you can't help but laugh along with her. She's got such a whimsical laugh.

"Good morning, detective Woods, don't usually see you here during the day time." The barista, Fox, greets you.

"I could say the same about you, Fox," you reply. "Someone call in sick?"

The girl nods her head. "Yep and on my day off too." she sighs dramatically and you know she doesn't really mind, she's a college student and can use the extra cash. You always make sure to leave a bit extra in the tip jar whenever she's working. "What's got you here so early on a Sunday?"

"It's a rather long and colorful story that I will tell you when you are older," you joke with her and she rolls her eyes and chuckles. "However I was promised coffee by my very charming neighbor, so really it's her fault." you say pointing to Clarke beside you and she smiles at Fox.

"So your usual detective Woods or are you willing to try something new today?" Fox smirks already knowing your answer.

You laugh before requesting your usual Americano with two sugars and a Club sandwich. You then step aside to let Clarke order.

"I'll have a cinnamon latte and a ham and Swiss panini. Thanks."

Fox punches in your orders and Clarke pays for them before stepping aside to the area of the counter where you're waiting for your drinks and food.

"I would never have pegged you for a cinnamon latte kinda girl." you comment on her drink of choice.

"Well some of us are the adventurous type, detective." she winks at you and you're relieved that Fox brings your order over to save you from bumbling over your words.

You grab the drinks and Clarke takes your sandwiches and you two head out towards the patio and sit under one of the open umbrellas to keep you protected from the sun. You have a perfect view of the park and lake across from the café.


"I just wanted to apologize again for Anya, sometimes she takes the protective older sister thing to a whole other level." You say between bites of your sandwich.

"Wait, she's your sister?" Clarke asks, it's not the first time someone has been shocked at the revelation that the two of you are siblings because you don't exactly look alike.

"Believe me, I've always told her she's adopted, but she took after my dad in the looks department and I took after my mom."

"Well okay I can see how that would work, most people say I got all my looks from my dad."

"He's got to be one handsome man." The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them and your eyes widen with shock once you realize what you said.

"Detective Woods, was that a pick up line?" She chastises playfully and you look up and notice her cheeks are slightly pink.

"Only if it works." You retort.

Clarke leans in closer across the table and your eyes drop for a split second to her cleavage, before you catch yourself and look into her eyes. She smirks and you know she's caught you looking.

"Depends on your intention, I suppose." She flirts and her voice has a slight rasp to it that sends a tingle down your spine. You're left speechless and wondering where all your game has gone as she pulls back and takes a slow drink of her coffee.


After you've regained your composure and you've both finished your food and drinks you suggest taking a walk around the park and Clarke readily agrees. You're happy to know she's enjoying your company as much as you are enjoying hers.

The two of you find an empty bench overlooking the lake and Clarke sits so close your legs are touching. You watch a family of ducks playing around in the water and kids playing around the park and trying to attract the birds with bread as a way to distract you from your racing heart.

"I think this is one of the best Sunday's I've ever had." You say earnestly and Clarke smiles bashfully at you.

"I definitely agree with you on that one." You can't hide the grin that spreads across your face at her words.

"So how do you plan on getting your revenge on Raven?" You've been curious as to what lengths she'd go to in order to get back at her roommate.

"Well I'm glad you asked, because I have a brilliant idea and I require your assistance."

"How can I be of service?"

"Raven has a ridiculously huge crush on Anya and I think that we should set them up."

"Okay, how exactly is that a revenge plot?" Clarke pokes your side and glares at you before she continues explaining her plan.

"We'll text the both of them, I'll tell Raven that I managed to land her a date with Anya as a means of making it up to her for breaking the door and you'll tell Anya that Raven feels terrible about the door and insists on paying for the damages."

"Alright and then what?" You ask

"We just tell them a time and a place to meet up. Raven will think they're on a date and Anya will be expecting to get paid for the door. So we'll just watch and wait to see how long it takes them to figure out they've been played."

"Oh, you're evil." Clarke just smirks at you. "I'm in!"

"You're the best!" She enthuses and kisses your cheek, before continuing to work out the details of the plan as if nothing had happened.


By the time the two of you leave the park it's late afternoon. You'd been so wrapped up in each other's company that you'd lost track of time until your stomach made an embarrassingly loud grumble. Clarke had looked at you wide eyed and then patted your stomach and asked if it needed to be fed. You tried to pretend not be amused by her antics but you couldn't help but let a smile break through your façade at her wide grin.

You're not entirely sure how it happened, but somewhere along the walk back your hands had found each other and clasped together. You love the contrasting feeling of her warm and rough palm against yours and your thumb runs circles over the back of her hand as you two slowly make your way back to your apartment block.

Clarke decides once you're inside that she wants to take the stairs up the seven flights and pulls you along by your joined hands into the stairwell. You're all too willing to follow behind her and she teases you about checking out her ass, which you don't deny and even manage to compliment without getting your words all twisted. Your game has returned!

You're in front of your apartment door fumbling one-handed for your keys and Clarke is giggling at your attempts to get them out of your pocket. "A little help would be nice, if I'm not getting my hand back."

"But you're doing so well," She grins, just as you pull the keys out. "See knew you could do it."

You roll your eyes at her cheering. You're about to pull your hand out of hers when she tightens her grip and tugs you closer. "I had a really good time today."

"Me too." You smile and decide to close the small distance between you. Wrapping your free hand around her waist you pull Clarke in and run your nose against hers, giving her enough time to pull back. You're thankful to every higher power out there when she doesn't and you close the final distance connecting your lips.

The kiss starts off slow and gentle. You're melting into each other as the kiss increases in intensity. Your back is against your front door and you're pulling Clarke tighter against you. She moans into your mouth and then pulls back slightly.

You're slightly dazed and more than a bit confused when Clarke turns you to face the door. She pushes your hair away from your neck and starts kissing the exposed skin she finds there. "Open the door, Lexa." she whispers against your over heated skin and you shiver with excitement, cursing your shaking hands until you finally get the keys in the lock and manage to get the door open.


You're so lost in the feeling of Clarke's lips on yours, her body pressed against yours and her hand running under your shirt, skimming up your ribs that you don't hear the door open or close. The squeeze of her hands against your breasts distracts you from the sound of the approaching foot steps.

Anya walks into the scene of her sister writhing under the blonde from 7C. She looks down at a rather excited Gustus, even after the hour long walk, "told you it'd happen." Gustus just looks up at her and barks happily, while tugging on his leash.

She looks back to the pair on the couch and is astounded to see neither of them have come up for air yet. She weighs her options and then smirks as an idea hits her. She bends down and unhooks Gustus from his leash. "Go get 'em buddy."

The massive dog needs no further instruction before he charges the couch and lands on Clarke. There's a loud groan from the two women on the couch who finally break apart.

Both of them sit up and try to compose themselves when they notice Anya's presence. She cracks up at their expressions especially Lexa's glare that she usually reserves for criminals. "Oh don't let me stop you by any means, I'll let myself out, just don't get her pregnant on the couch Lex." Anya calls out grabbing her coat and wallet and walking back to the door.

You groan as Anya leaves and glare at Gustus, sat happily between you and Clarke and let out a frustrated sigh. "How soon can we get started on that prank?"


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