Clarke was sitting in the seat right beside Lexa in the theater and she was feeling her heart beating fast in her chest – she was thinking about her conversation with Raven, about what she needed to make a move and do something for herself for once. She was there, looking at the musical without paying any attention to it. Her eyes were distracted, glancing at Lexa, in the corner of her eyes, every few minutes. Her arm was touching hers and she felt like a teenage girl again, letting her emotions overwhelm her just because their arms were fucking touching. The palm of her hands were sweating.

Lexa was really pretty that night, wearing a dark skirt and a white blouse. It was really both simple and chic. Clarke was wearing a cute dress and she looked good, but not as stunning as the one sitting on the other seat. Whatever she was wearing, Lexa was always gorgeous – according to the blonde, of course.

She looked at the brunette and smiled a bit. She was focused on the musical, everyone was except Clarke. She paid the high price to have well situated place, but she couldn't do anything, her attention was kept on Lexa, thanks to Raven. She was wondering if Lexa really had a crush on her – after all, they were hanging out often and they were always doing car patrol or desk duties together.

"You are not even paying attention to the musical, Clarke." Lexa said, turning her head towards Clarke. The blonde opened her eyes and she saw her smile grow bigger. It made her heart melt.

"Sorry." She muttered and avoided Lexa's eyes for a moment.

The brunette got her attention back at the musical and Clarke tried to do the same. She may have paid five minutes of her attention to the show, before her mind wandered again. She couldn't stop thinking about what Raven said about them having a crush on each other. Was it really true? After all, it could only be the suspicions of her best friend – she could have guessed wrong all along.

Then Lexa turned her heat again. She had a hard time focusing on the musical, when she exactly knew Clarke wasn't paying attention either and kept looking at her like she was water in the desert.

Clarke looked at Lexa and smiled a bit. She was nervous as hell – still reacting like a goddamn teenager again, just because Lexa turned her head to look at her. She never felt that way since a long time ago. "Lexa." It slipped out of her mouth without Clarke realising it. She got the full attention of the brunette and she couldn't figure out what to say next. Dammit.

Seeing Clarke struggling that much made Lexa react, surprising both of them. She reached for Clarke's hand slid her fingers between them. The blonde closed her eyes, sighing and made a genuine smile that made Lexa blush. Right in this moment, she wanted to kiss her so badly, to feel her lips between hers, but they were watching a musical and it would not be appropriate to steal the show. Since they were in the second row of seats, everyone would notice and Lexa was not really ready to express her gayness in front of everybody. She never really publicly shared something that could easily disturb people – because we have to admit that the society sucks and homosexuality shocks even more than a lot things worse.

Lexa's hand was warm too. Clarke opened her eyes and she couldn't remember for how long she had them close, but the brunette was still looking at her with a beautiful smile. Then she heard people starting to clap their hands – it must have been the end of the musical. People were leaving, but they kept looking at each other until there was almost nobody in the room. Lexa took her hand back and got up. They walked to Clarke's car and got into it without saying a word. It wasn't awkward or anything.

They looked at each other again. Clarke was the first one to speak. "I really enjoyed the show." It made Lexa smile and she quickly replied.

"But you didn't even watched the musical."

"No, but I still had a great view." Lexa opened her mouth, like she was about to say something about it, but she closed it and blushed. After the brunette took her hand in the theater, Clarke was no longer afraid of how Lexa felt about her – she knew their own personal Cupid, Raven, tried to do her best so they could finally find love in each other.

"Would you like to go home?" Clarke asked the brunette.

"And face Raven? Not really. I know she told you."

"Hmmm... what are you talking about?" The blonde replied, even though she knew Lexa figured out that Raven told her about her crush. Lexa huffed and reached for Clarke's hand again.

"That I really like you." She admitted, knowing that Clarke only wanted her to say it for her own pleasure, probably.

"It happens I like you too."

"Yes, someone told me about that too."

"Fucking Raven." Clarke said, slightly laughing. "So, what do you want to do, then?"

She wasn't sure what to propose her. A beer would have been too casual and she didn't wanted to get tipsy: she knew where things would lead and she would regret having alcohol in her system. Lexa smiled and took her phone out.

"What are you doing?" Clarke looked at her with a curious look on her face, wondering who she was texting.

"Texting Octavia."

"Why?"

"So she could get Raven out of the damn house." She said, looking at Clarke with a serious look. The blonde response was only a 'oh'.