CHAPTER 7
Clarke has her body positioning on her side, so she could look at Lexa in expectant. The brunette is lying on her back, eyes close, though Clarke can tell that Lexa isn't really sleeping judging by the rise and fall of her chest. "Hey, are you awake?" She receives no response, which causes her to purse her lips in a tiny pout. "Hey. HEY!"
Feigning a groan, Lexa pops open one eye as she shifts her head to look at Clarke. "Do you mind? I'm about to drift off to sleep."
"Well, I can't sleep. Entertain me."
By now, both of the brunette's red are open. With a sigh, Lexa turns to look up at the ceiling. "What do you want me to do, Clarke?"
Clarke smiles at the little attention and effort that Lexa is putting in, despite knowing that the girl probably is quite annoyed at the moment. "Tell me more about you. All I know about you is that...well, not much."
"What do you want to know?" Comes the quick reply.
"What you do for a living," Clarke begins, though she doesn't miss how the girl beside her seems to tense at the first suggestion. "Your likes, dislikes, what you do in your spare time, those kind of stuff."
"I work for my Uncle. Sometimes I get assignments from him, sometimes I don't. During those times I like to take a long drive. It's how I relax."
"No wonder you always end up at the road."
"You're a stalker."
Clarke giggles. "Not really. You're just conveniently there."
"So now can we go to sleep?" Lexa asks, closing her eyes for a second before she feels a soft cushion landing on her face. After removing the item, she turns to look at Clarke with her signature frown. "No. Sleep time."
"Pillow fight time." Clarke fights back with a playful grin.
"Have fun pillow fighting yourself then." Mutters Lexa as she turns herself away from the blonde, her back facing her.
With Lexa not in the mood for a little fun, Clarke only huffs before settling further into her own pillow. Her eyes remain at the back of Lexa's head for a short while before shifting her body so she's lying on her back. Hands clasp together and place on her stomach, she closes her eyes. When she has drifted off to sleep she doesn't know. Not that she even realizes she needs it.
The next morning when Clarke wakes up, the side of her bed is empty. She figures that the other girl would be an early bird, especially when she smells breakfast being made in the kitchen. She rolls over on her side, snuggling in further in the comfort of the blanket , eyes slowly dropping before they open wide a moment later. This isn't her bed so she doesn't really have the right to laze around. Sighing, she pushes herself up and climbs out of bed. She groggily makes her way to the kitchen to see the brunette flipping over pancake.
"Why are you such a morning person?" Clarke grumbles as she situates herself on the kitchen chair, half leaning over the counter to watch the brunette preparing them breakfast. Her eyes flicker towards the wall clock, groaning at the time. "At 7:30AM, no less."
Lexa chuckles, shifting her head so that she could glance over at the blonde over her shoulder. "Good morning, Clarke."
Clarke groans before placing her forehead against the cool countertop, grumbling out, "I don't like early mornings" in the process.
"You really did make yourself at home." Lexa comments, eyes flickering to Clarke's attire which consist of her own sweatpants and an oversize shirt that she loaned to the girl. Before she could get lost to the thought of how hot Clarke looks in her own clothes, she turns her attention to the heated pan. "I'd have thought that you'd be out of my clothes, into your own and rush out of the door by now."
"You obviously don't know me." Comes Clarke's grumbled reply. The blonde then lifts her head before resting her chin on the counter, looking like death. "It wasn't a one-night stand and there's no reason for me to do the walk of shame."
"What if it was?" The question slips out of her mouth before she could even stop it. She can literally feel her heart beating that much faster, hoping that Clarke would wave it off with a laugh. For all she knows, the blonde already has someone and definitely not interested in women. Or at least, not her. She's difficult to be with, it's what she has already convinced herself. Unbeknownst to her, Clarke is a bit surprised at the question. Though she takes the silent afterwards to be an awkward kind, but she knows that the brunette is internally freaking out yet trying to make herself be calm. She can see the slightly frantic movement of the spatula in the brunette's hand. Whatever sleep that's still caught in her eyes now disappear.
"Then I wouldn't do the walk of shame." Replies Clarke, dragging each word a little just to be sure that Lexa hears them. That and she wants it to be clear to the other girl. "I'd probably still be in bed right now." She adds with a small chuckle.
The silent drag on a little bit more. Clarke is nervously shifting in her seat as she watches Lexa working. After a little more of neither of them speaking, Clarke let out a sigh as her hand runs through the mess of blonde tresses. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable with how comfortable I feel when I'm with you. I don't know. You make me forget about my own problems. It's weird, isn't it? We've met not for long and yet, I feel myself more with you than with my long term friends and family."
It's when Lexa perks up, as she's carefully turn up the stove and setting the pancakes on the big plate so they can be shared between them. "You have a weird sense of companionship." Says the brunette with a hint of a smile in her tone.
"Yea, I know. So, what makes you special, huh?" Clarke asks, eyes flickering towards the plate of pancakes as Lexa turns, placing the plate down on the counter before fetching the two plates and cutlery for the both of them.
"Well," Lexa begins, coming to walk over the counter to join the blonde. "There's nothing special about me. I don't push. If you want to tell me things, then you can. If you want your space, I'll give it to you."
"I still have yet to get your number, you know." Clarke says, smiling at the other's reply before she turns her attention on the pancakes. "And thanks for the breakfast."
"I have to start feeding the stray cat, somehow." Lexa playfully nudges the blonde with her elbow before grabbing a piece, only to place it on her plate. "I'll give it to you before I drop you off."
"Can we hang out today?"
"It depends whether or not I'm busy."
"Are you?" There's a glimmer of hope in Clarke's eyes as she looks at Lexa. The brunette sees it, hence the slight swallowing of nothing she's making.
"I'm not too sure. My uncle can be quite a pain when it comes to warning me about work beforehand."
And the pout forms upon the blonde's lips. Lexa doesn't understand it. She doesn't understand how such a girl can pull her in just after a few days of spending a short amount of time with her. She doesn't understand it, at all. She also doesn't understand the need to lean forward and capture those pouty, kissable lips just so the blonde would stop pouting in disappointment. It's not a good idea, especially when she hasn't sorted out her feelings for her to comprehend yet. After all, she isn't one to rush into things with anyone outside of her workforce. She's an assassin. Who would ever love an assassin other than another assassin?
"Eat. I'll give you my phone number after. Then I'll text you if I'm free."
The pout remains on Clarke's face as she turns and obliges the brunette's soft command. While last night was great, she wants to spend more time with Lexa. She's sure as hell not using the brunette for her own personal gain. And the whole wanting a new friend is no longer a reason either. Lexa is easy to be with. And if she doesn't know better, she knows that she has found herself slowly falling for the mysterious girl.