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Chapter 3

It was twenty past eleven and there was no sign of Clarke. Lexa wondered if she had been stood up. That would be a first. Actually, everything about this girl is a first. First time someone don't treat her like a snob celeb, first time someone refuses to be her arm candy for the night, first time someone tell her that, in fact, she will be the one night stand rather than the other way round. The whole ordeal was a complete mess and Lexa was seeing herself more and more drawn to it, even though she literally just met the girl, a few hours ago.

Leaning against the hood of her black Maserati, Lexa glanced at her watch once more. She decided she would wait another five minutes and if Clarke didn't show up, she would just drive off and forget this whole night. After all, she knew she had more important matters to worry about. She looked around and wondered if it was even worth it to wait these five minutes. The back entrance of the venue where the event was being held was quite dodgy looking. It was rather dark and empty and she was getting a bit weary of her surroundings. You can't just wave a two hundred thousand dollars vehicle in places like this.

She sighed deeply and stood up, turning around to enter the car through the driver's door. That was when she heard the door of the venue opening and a voice saying goodbye to other people. Lexa turned her head and spotted the blonde girl, still wearing her bartender suit but with a light black coat on top. Clarke had also tied her hair on a bun sitting messily on the top of her head. She couldn't help but smile. The girl looked awfully cute in a bow tie. God damn it, what is it with the girl and making Lexa smile like this? I mean, she was proper bossy. Telling her that she was going into her collection of one night stands? That's just not right. But then again, the smile was there and it was like Lexa was powerless. There was literally nothing she could do. And the damned smiled just broadened as the girl approached the car.

"Fuck me! I mean, I know you're filthy rich but this is a hell of a ride!" Clarke said in awe.

"I like to leave a good first impression. Do you care to step in?" She said, opening the passenger door for Clarke to enter the car.

"Well, if you think that fancy cars will influence anything on the impression I'll have of you by the end of this night, you're wrong, hot stuff." The blonde said, entering the car.

"We will see about that." Lexa responded, cocky. "Where to?" She asked.

"I don't know. My place is a mess and my roommate is probably home so wherever you like, I guess." Clarke was checking her phone as she replied. Again, the complete disregard for everything that Lexa was - or better yet, everything that Lexa showed was mesmerizing.

Usually, when girls would enter the car, they would be all looking around and pressing the buttons and asking what is this or what is that, messing with the blu ray player or the air con or the retractable hood. But Clarke? She showed some awe when she first saw the car but once she was actually inside of it, she didn't seem to give to much of a fuck about it. She was more focused on her phone.

"Alright." Lexa said as she turned on the car engine. The bloody smile was still there. God damnit.

The ride was silent. Uncomfortably so. At least for Lexa. Usually, when she has a girl in her car driving to wherever they're going to, you know, do their business, the ride is not silent. Or if it is, it's filled with wild hands touching places in such way that Lexa has to pay double attention to the road. There's also teasing and maybe even some dirty talk? Let's say that the car ride is part of the warm up before they get wherever they're going and, let's be honest. This silence was killing her.

She glanced at Clarke, and the smile returned to her lips. Smaller this time, like a smile of contention. A friendly smirk if you will. The blonde was looking outside the window, the glass was down and the wind was on her face. Every now and then she would put her hand slightly out the window and let the wind hit her fingers. She moved them as if the air outside was a grand piano, as if the summer breeze that hit her fingertips travelled through her hand up to her arm and take over her whole body. It was like she was in peace, like she was completely comfortable, at ease. As if she had done that a thousand times. Not going out with someone she barely knew, but being in Lexa's car, with Lexa, just enjoying the ride. It felt extremely domestic. And extremely weird.

So after another ten minutes of awkward but kind of peaceful silence, Lexa parked the car and turned off the engine. And that was when it happened. She froze. She literally widened her eyes and froze on spot. She looked around and felt her hands trembling a bit. What the actual fuck? What was she thinking? What is she doing? Seriously, what the fuck?

Clarke undid her seatbelt and opened the door, stepping out of the car. She looked around and crouched down, looking through the passenger's door open window and facing Lexa who still had both hands glued to the steering wheel.

"Is this your place?" The blonde asked casually.

Yes, it is her fucking place. Her goddamn place. What is she thinking? I mean, she is not thinking, clearly. Is she? Lexa took a deep breath and faced Clarke. She could not fathom what was going on in her head so she moved her gaze to her own hands on the wheel. She never brought girls home. Her flat is her sacred place, the one place where she can just relax and not worry about anything or anyone. There is a reason why she never brought girls there - she knew if she did, it would be risking a deeper connection than a simple one night stand. But this time, she simply drove there. Like her body took the wheel and drove her there. It just seemed natural, you know? But now that she is actually there, she realised that this will be another item for the list of weird shit that started happening during the very small space of time that elapsed since she met Clarke.

Well, there is no turning back now. They are there and she can't just tell her to get back in the car and drive somewhere else. Nope. So that's that. She brought a girl home. A girl she only just met. And by the looks of it, this girl will be trouble. She tried to quickly think about her options. How awkward would it be if she just told her to get in again and drove them to the nearest five star hotel? I mean, it's a one night stand stang, right? So who cares about awkwardness? That's it then. That's the plan. Just tell her she needed to quickly use her phone, which she can't do whilst diving, and then set off again towards a place less intimate. She was staring at her own hands for quite some time now; it was time to face the music.

She took her hands off the wheel and turned her head to face Clarke. That was the mistake. Because when she met those blue eyes, that smile was there. The beauty spot was there. It was all there and Lexa's brain got in overdrive.

"Yea. That's my place," She said as she unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the vehicle.

That went well, she thought as she tried to keep a shy smile on her lips. She was trying really hard not to let her nervousness show. Not because she was probably about to have sex with that gorgeous girl, but because it's about to happen in her own house.

"This way." She said motioning for Clarke to go through the big glass doors of the flat block.

Taking a deep breath, Lexa tried to think of a way to own this situation. Well, she knows how to live. She is expert in luxury and her apartment is a good proof of that. Maybe she can just show off a bit for Clarke. Offer her a glass of her most expensive wine, perhaps take her to the underground garage and show her her motorbike collection. Maybe dim the lights a bit to create some sort of ambiance. I don't know man… At this point she would do pretty much anything to make this whole ordeal seem more ordinary than it actually was.

And during this turmoil of thoughts that the elevator dinged announcing that they arrived at the 12th floor. Lexa pulled out her keys and unlocked the door - yes, it is only one flat per floor. It's like little mansions stacked on top of each other.

So they walked in and she watched Clarke as the girl aimlessly looked around. She placed her own keys and wallet on the side table by the door and took her shoes off, placing them in the shoe cupboard. Clarke followed her movements and put her hand bag and her shoes in the cupboard. Lexa helped her off her thin coat, hanging it with the other items.

She took a deep breath after the blonde turned around again and rubbed her hands in preparation. It's show time.

"Can I offer you a glass of Romanée-Conti?" She asked with a smirk.

And then Clarke laughed again. Why? Why must it be this way? She asked herself.

"You really trying to impress me with a thousand dollar wine?" Clarke asked.

"I… guess?" Lexa said trying to keep her cool. "I have cheaper wines. If you want. Well, not much cheaper but a bit cheaper?" She tried. God knows she tried.

"I'll tell you what, Ms Woods," Clarke started to walk towards her and Lexa started feeling her heart pumping against her chest in such manner she thought she was having a heart attack. What is going on? This is her game. Her banter, she can just be subjugated like that. Oh boy… If only her body would listen to her brain… "why don't we just chill for a bit, hey?"

Clarke was really damn close now and she reached out and touched the lapels of her jacket, slowly pulling it back. She felt the expensive fabric of the jacked slide down her arms with no resistance as the blonde girl grabbed the piece of clothing and took it to the cupboard by the door. When Clarke brought her attention back to the brunette, she was again mere millimeters away from her. So close Lexa could feel her breathing and smell her perfume all over again. It was fucking inebriating and she knew that she had to do something.

"Chill sounds good." She said in a throaty tone as she reached out herself and undid the bun on top of Clarke's head, letting the blonde locks fall freely over the girl's shoulder. That was quite the view, she thought. She then reached behind the girl's back and undid the cute bow tie, grabbing it and putting on the front pocket of her trousers.

"I'll be keeping this." She said with authority, making Clarke chuckle.

"Will you know?" She asked as she grabbed Lexa's shirt collar. "Well then, I better take something as my own as well."

And then she pulled her. She pulled her so damn gently. So damn slowly. But she pulled her and their lips were together once again. Mind you, that little kiss at the bar counter? That was nothing. That was like less than a teaser. Because boy, this kiss. Lexa could as well just give in, right there. But then again, something was wrong. Something was so, but so wrong she didn't even know what to think.

Clarke moved her hand, placing it on Lexa's nape, the other hand rested on her chin. Without realising, she grabbed the blonde girl by her waist and pulled her closer. The kiss was soft, slow, careful. Clarke wasn't in a hurry, she wanted to explore minuinciously. Lexa felt the blonde's thumb caressing her cheek. Oh boy… What is goin on?

It felt kind. It felt affectionate. It didn't feel like the kisses she exchanged with the girls she slept with. This was different. It was intimate. It was personal. She knew that meant danger, Lexa knew that. Her heart was still racing like a motherfucker and she knew she had to do something. That was red flag, man. A big fat red flag right there. She knew she had given up the excessive amount of one night stands because the lack of real connection was making her feel even lonelier than she already was but, she was not expecting this. I mean she only met this girl. It's not really possible that you feel that much of a connection with someone you just met, right?

But then Clarke would gently flick her tongue inside Lexa's mouth or slowly bite her lower lip and all the thoughts were gone. There was just a blank space inside her brain and the only thing she could process was the feeling of her lips on Clarke's, the feeling of Clarke's hands gently caressing her cheek and her neck, she sound of the low moans that left Clarke's throat each time Lexa pulled her closer and, even though their bodies were pretty much melting into each other, Lexa felt like that was not enough. She needed more. Oh my fucking god, what is she getting herself into?

Clarke gently pulled back and stared at the brunette. Lexa could not understand in the slightest. Damn those blue eyes. Damn it. She opened her mouth to speak and instantly kind of regretted the words that left her throat.

"What are you?" She asked in complete astonishment, pressing her eyes and tilting her head, but never leaving the blonde's gaze.

It sounded stupid, yea. But ah well, they were out there now.

So they were just stood there, kind of in the entrance hall of the apartment, wrapped together, catching their breaths after what was probably the best kiss Lexa ever had. Clarke laughed a bit and blushed. Yes, she blushed. That's good, right?

She looked down for a second and bit her lower lip, bringing her gaze back to Lexa's.

"Will you show me your bedroom?" She asked and Lexa could swear to god there was anxiety there. There was something in that voice, in her expression, in the blush of her cheeks. There was something that the brunette could not quite place but there was. And boy, she was defeated. Lexa was properly defeated because even though she could see some sort of awkwardness, she could also see that she was indeed biting her lower lip and she had a devious smile and her eyelids were kind of half closed and the whole thing was too much, way too much. She was dust.

"Yea. I will." Lexa responded and pulled their bodies apart. She offered Clarke her hand and guess what the girl did? She fucking held her hand and interlaced their fingers. Who does that? Couples do that. Established couples do that. So Lexa used like half a second to try and process everything that was going on. She just met this girl. She was on for a one night stand but the whole thing felt so intimate that part of Lexa wanted to stop everything right there before she would get in more trouble. That would be the right thing to do. But then Clarke smiled super shyly and looked down, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear and everything went to shit.

"This way." Lexa said as she motioned with her head towards the bedroom.

Fuck that red flag.