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Clarke found herself replaying her drunken confession and Lexa's reply over and over in her head. Only a day had passed since they admitted to liking one another, but it was one of the happiest moments in Clarke's immediate memory. That enthralled and terrified her all at once.
Unfortunately the weekend was over, which meant Clarke had to adjust her primary focus back to her studies and shifts at work instead of a particular, gorgeous brunette that managed to sneak in and occupy majority of her fleeting thoughts. She had a four hour shift at Nyko's Bookstore today and a boat load of coursework that she desperately needed to focus on thereafter.
That, of course, didn't prevent the blonde from texting Lexa as frequently as she could. The two repeatedly messaged one another back and forth throughout the day, talking about any and everything, with good doses of flirting in between. Neither Lexa nor Clarke broached the topic of their feelings for one another beyond the initial admittance at the bar for different reasons.
Clarke's biggest reason revolved around having mixed emotions about the ordeal. She was mortified that she had gotten tipsy enough to slip up and thereafter brazenly admit her feelings. Yet on the other hand, she was quite thankful that it happened the way it did because she found out that Lexa reciprocated the feelings––and that factoid alone made the blonde over the moon with joy.
On the flip side of the same coin, Lexa held incredible amounts of apprehension and fear because what she felt towards the blonde was so incredibly new and foreign to her that she wasn't entirely sure where to begin or the full scope of said uncharted feelings. The prospect of liking someone beyond a friendship was opening a whole new can of worms for the green-eyed brunette. A part of her, a really large part in fact, really wanted to explore it to its entirety, to damn the terror that so frequently captured her mind and spun her in figurative circles. It was simultaneously exhilarating and frightening.
As soon as she finished her shift at work, the blonde made her way back home, determined to focus on her coursework. Books sprawled out in front of her on the long table in the living room, a long, frustrated sigh escaped her lips. That was the final straw for her to make one final pit-stop before digging in––to grab a cup of java and a small bowl of leftover fruit salad that was in the fridge. Seriously, every single time she opened the fridge she sent a silent thank-you to Octavia for her passion in the cooking department. While waiting for the k-cup of coffee, she withdrew her mobile device and shot a quick text message to Lexa.
[4:18pm] Clarke: Hey Lexa :) You busy?
Within a matter of seconds, the blonde spotted three ellipses, indicating the brunette had not only read the message, but was in the midst of replying. Just the thought of being so important that Lexa stopped what she was doing to respond made Clarke's heart soar and her lips tug upward to form a gentle smile. Yup, she had it bad alright.
[4:19pm] Lexa: Clarke, hey! :) Nope, not too busy to message you. What's up?
[4:21pm] Clarke: About to get started studying, but was wondering if you weren't busy when I'm done, if you'd like to hang out?
By the time Clarke finished sending her text out, the k-cup machine had finished brewing the cup of coffee, which smelled heavenly. Per usual, she added cream and sugar, which diluted the dark colored coffee to a pretty, creamy color. It took her a couple of test sips and adding a little more sugar until she finally had it the way she loved it––so sweet it almost threatened to give cavities with every sip.
[4:25pm] Lexa: I'd love to. How about you come over when you're done and we can watch a movie and eat dinner?
The blonde found herself smiling slyly as she nursed her sweet coffee in one hand, her fingers rapidly typing over her iPhone with the other.
[4:26pm] Clarke: That sounds perfect, you've motivated me to get started on this mountain of work! I'll text you before I leave
Lexa sat nervously at the café that she and Clarke were at the day before. She nervously bit her lower lip while she stared at her phone, her coffee in hand and a small club sandwich in front of her. Grounders Café was a lot like Starbucks, minus the fact that it wasn't heavily corporate upon walking in the door. It had a homey feel to it, like a mom-and-pop shop.
The green-eyed brunette was anxious about the last message she sent to Clarke because neither of them had attempted to make plans after the 'girls night' at the bar. Granted, it had went well––really well, in fact––but since the mutual acknowledgement of liking one another, it seemed both of the women were almost jittery about what should happen next. Lexa knew she had no freaking clue, as she was inexperienced in the area, so she was mostly winging it.
Upon seeing Clarke's response, Lexa let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She felt butterflies skitter in her stomach as a wide smile splayed itself on her face. Containing her excitement, the brunette cleared her throat and quickly sent a message back to Clarke before letting her get to her studies.
[4:26pm] Lexa: Awesome, I'll talk to you then
About two hours and some change later, Clarke put her pen down and rubbed her bleary eyes. She stole a glance at the clock on the wall in the living room, having to do a double take because her eyes were still adjusting and because she couldn't believe how time flew. Deciding she was satisfied with the amount of work she managed to get done, despite having difficulty being genuinely interested in it today, she marked where she was with a sticky note. She knew she would have to resume from where she left off tomorrow, but also didn't want to be a lousy roommate and leave the dining room table a mess, so she began closing each one of the open textbooks and notebooks in front of her with diligence and piled them neatly on the end of the table.
From there she put her coffee mug and empty bowl that once held her fruit salad in the sink, rinsing both out. The three women, when they first got their apartment together, created common courtesy and ground rules to keep themselves from going barbaric over petty things. As such, it alternated daily who was to do the dishes.
Actually, with the frequency in which Octavia cooked the meals––and really neither Clarke or Raven cooked meals, not after the toaster incident––the three agreed that Clarke and Raven would flip a coin on Octavia's dish-washing days. It avoided a lot of fights, plus Rae and Clarke knew they got a sweet deal, what with having a guaranteed good meal nearly everyday of the week and only a fifty-fifty chance of being lumped with the dishes.
Neither of her best friends had returned home while Clarke was studying, but that was because the blonde purposefully planned her day around their busy schedules. Octavia, Raven, and Bellamy co-owned the auto repair shop, Arkadia. Seeing as her two best friends were often incredibly distracting and occasionally bad influences to her study habits, Clarke carefully planned her study times around the days that said two best friends were busy.
It was necessary since every time she did attempt to study with one or both of them, she'd always end up getting dragged out to go clubbing or shopping or anything else besides what she really needed to do––study––instead. Not that she truly minded, really, since she loved both of them to the moon and back, but she also had to be serious and focus on her schoolwork. That would just never happen with Raven and Octavia around and Clarke came to terms with that and, thus, devised a way around it months ago.
After rinsing the dish, Clarke beelined back into her room and got changed into something far less comfortable than her sweats and tee shirt, but also much sexier. She was going to see Lexa, so of course she wanted to look as stunning as she could for the green-eyed beauty.
Before vacating the shared apartment, the blonde grabbed a sheet of paper from her notebook and a nearby pen to scrawl a quick note for her two best friends. She explained that she was going to hang out with Lexa. She could have simply shot one or both of them a quick text message, but she knew they were working and Bellamy got all grumpy when either of them stopped to text or take calls, which had led to more than a few intense arguments in the past.
Clarke pinned the written note to the fridge where she knew the women would venture to first. Well, Octavia would at least, who knew about Raven. Then she shot a quick text letting Lexa know she was leaving and needed her address.
Less than forty-five minutes later, the blonde found herself nervously standing outside Lexa's door. She fidgeted like a boy who was picking up his prom date and had to deal with the family's Spanish Inquisition-like amount of questions. She liked Lexa, and Lexa liked her. So why was she so damn nervous?
Taking in a heaping gulp of air, the blonde knocked gently on the hard oak door, her free hand playing with the hem of her blouse. Within a minute the door was opened, green eyes staring at blue. As it had several times before, Clarke's breath hitched in her throat upon the sight of those gorgeous forest green eyes. Eyes she could easily lose herself in staring at.
Unintentionally her own eyes betrayed her by raking over every bit of Lexa's body, taking in the alluring view of Lexa's slender body wearing a stylish pair of black skinny jeans that had a faded patch over the knee cap and a form-fitting band tee shirt. Per usual, the brunette managed to pull off looking absolutely stunning, yet simultaneously comfortable.
When her blue eyes did eventually make their way back up to meet Lexa's, Clarke could see the smug smirk on the brunette's face. She couldn't quite tell, but her eyes almost looked a shade or two darker than they had a few moments prior, but she assumed it was her imagination.
"Like what you see, Princess?" Lexa asked smugly, tenaciously using the nickname she heard her best friends call her at the bar. As she suspected would happen, the blonde merely rolled her eyes and shoved her arm into Lexa's shoulder playfully, but the ghost of a smile lingered on her face despite her actions.
"I was promised dinner and a movie," the blonde replied sarcastically, said lingering smile blossoming into a full blown one.
"Right this way, m'lday," the green-eyed brunette replied with faux chivalry, turning her body to let Clarke in and bowing herself a little as she pointed towards the open expanse of her house.