"Are you seriously this nervous about your mom meeting Clarke?" Anya demanded, crossing her arms as Lexa laid in a heap on the other girl's bed.
"More like the other way around. I'm nervous about Clarke meeting my mom. She's going to ask Clarke all sorts of horrible questions and Clarke will probably realize that I'm not worth having to deal with my mother and then she'll dump me."
Anya was laughing already, and Lexa flashed her a deadly glare. "Okay, Lexa, you're ridiculous sometimes, but there's no way that you think that will happen."
"Okay, maybe not," Lexa muttered dejectedly. "I'm just worried that it won't go well. My mom has been trying to get me to talk about Clarke all week. If you or Luna asked me as many questions about Clarke as she does, I'd think that you had a crush on her. But I'm not about to spill Clarke's whole life story to my mother."
"I'm sure it won't be as awful as you think it will be. Is your mom driving you?"
"Hell no," Lexa answered, sighing in relief. "I'm going to drive over to Clarke's about an hour before and we're going to meet my mom at the restaurant. She had a Polis faculty meeting today or something. With all the English professors I guess. So she hasn't been home."
"Is Clarke nervous?"
"I don't know. I haven't talked to her since last night," Lexa muttered. "I'm scared that she's going to be nervous and make me even more nervous, or tell me that she doesn't wanna do it. I mean, that might be easier, but at the same time, my mom would probably rage hardcore. I just... ugh."
"Have you at least checked your texts so that your girlfriend doesn't think that you've died?" Anya demanded, grabbing Lexa's phone from where she'd dropped it on the floor after barging into Anya's room. Lexa narrowed her eyes at her best friend, who began typing away at the screen.
"Did she text me?"
"Let's see. You've got, 'What time are you gonna be here?', and 'Lexa?', and then 'Do you think you'd wanna come over after dinner with your mom?'," Anya read off, and Lexa sat up, extending her hand to her best friend. "Wait no, I wanna answer. Let's see if she can tell it's not you."
"What are you saying?" Lexa asked, slumping back into Anya's pillows.
"I said, 'I'll be over in about an hour' and then 'Is that code for sex because yes to the sex'," Anya answered, grinning widely.
Lexa jumped up, tackling Anya and grabbing her phone. She was horrified as she realized that Anya had actually sent the text to Clarke.
To Clarke – FUCK that was Anya. But yeah I'll be over in an hour, and of course I'd wanna come over after :D (with or without sex obviously don't listen to Anya)
From Clarke – LOL okay babe. X
"I hate you," Lexa said to Anya, both of them sprawled across the floor now.
"Yeah, whatever."
"I love Clarke."
Anya hoisted herself up onto one arm, looking at Lexa with wide eyes. "Finally you admit it? Damn. I thought that would've happened like two weeks ago. Are you gonna tell her?"
"I don't want to scare her," Lexa admitted, furrowing her eyebrows. "She's about to meet my mom tonight. What if I tell her afterward, and then she freaks out?"
"Play it by ear, I guess," Anya suggested, laying back down flat on her back. "I'm glad that you finally realize that, though."
"She's... ugh, I don't know, incredible. Literally fucking amazing. I don't know who I'd be without her."
"You'd be Lexa."
"Yes, obviously, but you know what I mean."
Forty minutes later found Lexa driving away from Anya's house and instead toward Clarke's apartment. She was aware of her fingers tapping impatiently against her steering wheel, and she tried to relax but frankly, she was nervous, and she couldn't help it.
She got buzzed into Clarke's apartment without question, and Lexa briefly thought that she should tell Clarke to stop doing that, in case some serial killer or something arrived at her door step at the same instance as Lexa was supposed to show up. She was sure that those were going to be the first words out of her mouth when Clarke opened the door for her, but instead she just threw herself into Clarke's arms pathetically. "I'm nervous."
"Hello to you, too," Clarke said, chuckling. "How come you're nervous? You know me, and you know your mom. What's there to be nervous about?"
"My mother is going to scare you away, Clarke!" Lexa exclaimed, pulling out of the hug and moving around the blonde, sitting on the round table as Clarke shut her apartment door. When she turned around, Clarke crossed her arms over her chest.
"Do you really not know how to use chairs?"
"Clarke."
"Alright fine, you're nervous. But your mom isn't going to scare me away. I'll have you know, I am prepared to be impressive as fuck. I've been through the shitty parts of my life already, and I am fucking ready to meet your mom," Clarke declared, stepping into her kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Alcohol?"
"Yeah, Lexa, because the best thing to do right now is to get you tipsy and then go meet your mother," Clarke deadpanned, grabbing two cokes out of the fridge and passing one to Lexa, unamused. The brunette took it despite herself, and popped it open, downing half of it in one gulp. "What, are you pretending it's beer or something? You're really that nervous?"
"I shouldn't be," Lexa muttered. "I just spent over an hour at Anya's house bitching about how you're going to realize that I'm not worth the hassle that is my mother."
"That's ridiculous," Clarke said, setting down her unopened drink and coming over to the table, putting her hands on its surface on either side of Lexa. "I think as far as parents go, mine are far shittier than your mom. Parents don't scare me away, Lexa."
"What scares you away?"
Clarke laughed, raising a concerned eyebrow. "Are you trying to scare me away now?"
"No, I just figured I should know," Lexa murmured, wrapping her legs suddenly around Clarke's waist and pulling her body directly next to the table. Their lips came together a second later, and Clarke made a surprised noise at the sudden action.
Clarke smiled into the kiss for a moment, before pulling her face away and giving Lexa a pointed look. "Are you trying to get me to distract you?"
"Distract me," Lexa whined, leaning forward to grab Clarke's lips again. Clarke hummed happily against her lips, surprising Lexa when the brunette suddenly found herself with her back flat against the table.
"You like getting on top of tables so much," Clarke murmured against her lips, supporting herself above Lexa.
Lexa moaned as Clarke's thigh suddenly slid in between her own, and her body arched up off of the table as her hips tried to press into it. They were both wearing long jeans, but even though there wasn't any skin contact, Lexa's center was already craving Clarke.
"Fucking shit," Lexa panted as Clarke ground her thigh against her sex, the clothes hardly an issue even though they probably should've been. "I'm gonna come without you even touching me."
"I'm okay with that," Clarke murmured, her lips now over Lexa's pulse point. Lexa groaned, aware that her jeans were now sticking to her legs, and she was going to need to clean up her underwear after this.
She thought for a moment that she might not actually come all the way like this, but then Clarke's hand, the one no longer holding her up, was under her shirt, over her bra. Lexa never knew that contact over clothing could feel so damn good. "Fuck, Clarke!" Clarke continued to grind her thigh into Lexa's center, and the brunette felt her mind begin to get lost as her body reacted. When she came, she was sure that she yelled out something, but she couldn't remember. It was when she was laying flat against the table again, looking up at Clarke with wide eyes as her chest rose and fall quickly, that she muttered, "I think that was a sufficient distraction. I didn't know someone could come like that."
"The female orgasm is a magical thing," Clarke claimed, sitting up and straddling Lexa across her hips. "You really are very noisy during sex. It's really hot."
Lexa felt her face heat up. "I can't help it."
"Hey, like I said, I'm not complaining. I like it," Clarke murmured, dipping down again to place a sweet kiss on Lexa's lips. "But you should probably go clean yourself up down there so that you don't smell like you just had sex when we leave." Clarke winked at her knowingly, and Lexa rolled her eyes.
"Fine, but you're on top of me, so I'm not sure how easy it'll be to get up."
Clarke chuckled, carefully getting off of Lexa and the table, and the brunette sat up, knowing that her hair was probably messed up as well. She made her way into Clarke's room, and then her bathroom, and set about fixing herself up.
Despite the distraction, by the time Clarke's car was parking in the lot nearest to the restaurant, Lexa's fingers were fiddling with the hem of her shirt nervously. "Calm down, cutie," Clarke insisted as she parked. "She won't scare me away, I promise."
"Okay," Lexa mumbled, and they both got out of Clarke's car. As they started toward the restaurant, where Lexa's mom had texted saying that they had reservations at for efficiency's sake, Lexa grabbed Clarke's hand. The blonde squeezed it immediately, and Lexa was relieved that it made her feel better.
They entered the restaurant, which was pretty busy considering that it was a Saturday night, and approached the host, who gave them a kind smile. "Table for two?" he asked.
"No, we're here with the Alexandria Woods reservation," Lexa said quickly, unsure as to whether her mom was already here.
"Ah okay," he said, nodding. "Yes, the rest of your party is already here. Follow me."
As they started after him, Clarke turned her head a little to whisper to Lexa, "Let's make a bet. If all goes well, I'll top you tonight. If not, you top me. Fair?"
Lexa narrowed her eyes in an attempted glare at the blonde, who just grinned widely. She was then distracted however, by her mother sitting in the center of one side of a booth. Across from her were two more place settings, and Lexa took in a deep breath as they approached the table. "Hey, mom," Lexa heard herself greet, and the older woman looked up, jumping up from the table.
"Hello, you must be Clarke," was the first thing she said, smiling brightly and extending a hand to the blonde. "It's so nice to meet you. Lexa talks about you a lot."
Lexa's jaw dropped. "Only because you wouldn't stop asking me about her."
Clarke was already stifling a laugh as she shook Lexa's mom's hand. "It's really nice to meet you as well, Ms. Woods."
"Please, call me Alexandria," her mother said with a shake of her head, sitting back down in the booth. Clarke and Lexa took their seats as well, but the brunette was feeling completely blindsided. Where had this side of her mother come from? Even Anya didn't call her mom Alexandria. "I hope the drive wasn't far or anything. I was on campus."
"No, I live really close to here," Clarke said, smiling, "so it wasn't a problem. Helps to live close to campus, anyway."
Their waiter suddenly appeared, giving the three of them a polite greeting and then asking them for their drink orders. When he was gone, Lexa's mom gave the two of them another smile. "So, Lexa tells me that you're an artist."
"Yes, I paint a lot. And I draw sometimes," Clarke said, nodding. "I've always loved art. I can't really picture myself doing anything other than that."
"Well, it's good that you know what you want to do with your life. Lexa's still not sure, her major is undeclared."
"She knows that mom," Lexa said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.
"I'm just making conversation," her mom tutted. "So Clarke, you're getting your associate's degree, but if you went to college after high school, wouldn't you have it by now?"
"I started college late," Clarke admitted, "about a year and a half late. I made up the missing semester with two summers worth of classes. After I graduated high school, my life kind was turned upside down because my parents had just divorced and well, it wasn't so pretty."
"That's awful," Lexa's mom claimed, frowning. Their drinks were being set in front of them all suddenly, and they all thanked the waiter. "That's why I'm mostly glad that Lexa's father left before she was born. At least he didn't leave sometime while she was a kid. I think divorces are always hard on kids."
"But don't you ever wonder what we would've been like if he'd stayed?" Lexa asked, looking curiously at her mom, who shrugged.
"I know what it would've been like. He would have been a money waster, not worth the trouble, and eventually he would've either left, or I would've kicked him out, and you would've been a kid struggling to understand why your parents had just suddenly split apart," her mom explained concisely, frowning.
Lexa sighed. "I guess you're right."
"I can't imagine what it would've been like if my parents split when I was younger," Clarke admitted, frowning. "They always seemed pretty happy until they weren't. That was probably the weirdest of it. But I don't really need them in my life anymore. My family is with my friends now."
Lexa's mom smiled. "That's sweet. So, are you looking to do art full time after getting your degree?" The older woman looked down at her menu as she asked, and Clarke and Lexa did the same, realizing that they hadn't looked at all yet.
"Maybe not full time," Clarke answered. "I work at The Bean, and I'll probably keep that job until I really don't need it anymore, which might be awhile. Surprisingly, though, that coffee shop gives pretty good benefits, so I'm not really complaining."
"I told Lexa that she should've tried and get a job there over the summer," Alexandria said, glancing up at Lexa, who was purposefully looking away, "but she insisted that disappearing without a trace every day was more up her alley."
"They weren't hiring," Lexa insisted, finally finding something on the menu that she wanted.
"That's where you two met, isn't it?"
"Well –"
"Yes," Lexa interrupted, remembering her lie and flashing Clarke a look. The blonde was suddenly biting back a smirk, realizing that Lexa hadn't told her mom about the Finn thing. Lexa was pretty sure that she had perfectly valid reasons for omitting that certain tidbit of information from her explanation on how she'd met Clarke, but she had only just remembered that she'd said it.
"Why do I feel like I'm missing something?"
Lexa's eyes flickered closed, running a hand through her hair. "We didn't actually meet at The Bean," she admitted, because Clarke was giving her a look that basically said that it was her call to choose what to say. "I met a friend of hers at The Bean, and he showed me this warehouse that he and all his friends had, and that's where I met Clarke."
"A warehouse?" her mom asked curiously, and Lexa was just relieved that she was dropping the topic of how they met.
"Yeah, me and a bunch of my friends own this warehouse that's divided up into a bunch of different rooms. Each of us have one. I do art in mine, my friend Finn does carpentry in his... and so on. No mortgage or anything either, the guy who sold it to us just gave us a flat and final price. That's probably a little sketchy, but we took it."
"It's pretty cool," Lexa admitted, smiling at her girlfriend.
Their waiter approached them again suddenly, and they quickly each ordered. The waiter nodded politely and asked, "Will there be a split check tonight?"
"I can cover it all," Clarke said quickly, and Lexa didn't miss the impressed look on her mom's face.
"That's ridiculous, Clarke, I'm the one who took you two out. I'll be paying."
Lexa was pretty sure that an alien had come and body swapped her mother or something, because she was definitely far too nice and accepting and... Lexa really just didn't understand.
The waiter smiled. "Alright, one check. Your food should be out shortly."
Throughout the rest of the meal, Lexa's mom didn't ask a single invasive question, and Lexa actually found herself relaxed by the end of it. As Lexa's mom was filling out the check when dinner was over, Clarke dismissed herself to go to the restroom, and Lexa looked to her mom with wide eyes. "So you like her?"
Her mom looked up. "Are you kidding? She's a very sweet girl, Lexa, of course I like her. Did you think that I wouldn't?"
"I don't know, you seemed really skeptical when I first told you about her. Because, you know, she's older than me and she's not doing four years of college and whatnot," Lexa explained nervously.
"I know you, Lexa. I know that you're going to pursue what you want no matter who you're hanging out with. You're not that impressionable," her mom insisted, smiling softly. "And I trust you. Clarke seems like a very nice girl, and I can tell that she likes you a lot. And you clearly like her a lot. Why would I try to mess that up?"
Lexa let out a relieved breath. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"I don't actually think you have, but I love you too," her mom said, smiling. "Are you going back to Clarke's place tonight, or coming home?"
Lexa smiled shyly, aware of the blush coming to her cheeks. "I'll be home tomorrow morning." Her mom just laughed and shook her head.
As they were exiting the restaurant, Lexa's mom turned back to Clarke with a smile on her face. "It was so nice to meet you, Clarke."
"You too, Ms. Woods," Clarke returned, smiling and accepting the hand that was extended to her.
"Alexandria," her mom corrected. "We should do this again sometime, it was so nice to actually get a glimpse into Lexa's life for once. But I better go now, it's been a long day and I'm not young anymore, I'm gonna need to sleep pretty soon. I'll see you tomorrow, Lexa. Lovely to meet you, Clarke."
"Bye, mom," Lexa said, smiling at her mom as the woman started off to her car. As soon as she was out of ear shot and Clarke and Lexa were heading back to Clarke's car, the brunette said, "Okay, that did not go how I thought it would. She loves you."
"Why do you sound so surprised? I'm amazing," Clarke teased, grinning.
"I know that," Lexa said, shaking her head, "but I didn't expect her to be open minded enough to see it. I guess I underestimated her."
"I'm just glad that we have at least one supportive parent between the two of us."
Their car ride home was mostly quiet, but really only because Lexa was caught up in deep thoughts. She was aching to touch Clarke, and to thank her and tell her that she loved her. She wanted to pour the elation she was feeling right now into her girlfriend, but she wasn't sure that she knew how.
It was when they finally walked back into Clarke's apartment that she gathered up her courage to do something. "Hey, you know that deal you tried to make with me before dinner? Can we reverse it?"
"You wanna top me?" Clarke asked curiously, lifting an eyebrow.
Lexa scoffed. "You know that I'm not always a bottom."
Clarke hummed in agreement, a look of amusement on her face. "Alright, that's true. But I'm perfectly content making you feel good. Not that wehave to have sex just because we're in the same fucking room alone."
Just as her words were ending, Lexa stepped forward and crashed her lips into Clarke's, pushing the blonde backwards and toward her room at a startling speed. They stumbled for a moment, and Clarke caught herself on her bedroom door, which was conveniently closed. Lexa pinned her there, dominating her girlfriend's lips with her own.
They took a break for breath, their chests both rising and falling quickly. "What was that for?"
"I... I guess it's a thank you," Lexa whispered, her eyes searching Clarke's. "For everything. For being so amazing and just as perfect as you can be. I just... I – I..."
"Slow down," Clarke murmured, smiling a little as Lexa fumbled over her words.
"I can't, Clarke, because you make me feel so full and alive. And I was so terrified of my mom being a bitch, but she loved you and I just feel so fucking happy," Lexa said, her words spilling out of her. "And I just... I don't know who I'd be without you, and I c-can't even fucking imagine it because I love you and I know that last week you told me that you were falling in love with me but I didn't make a big deal about it because you were scared and I'm sorry if me saying that scares you but I love you and I just can't not say it, because right now it's all I can think of and I want to lay you out on your bed and show you how much I love you."
Clarke's breathing had sped up, and before she could say anything, Lexa brought their lips together again as she carefully opened the bedroom door with her hand. Clarke moaned as Lexa pushed her into the room and to the bed. The blonde was under Lexa in a second, and Lexa was practically tearing at her clothes. After each piece was removed, she traced the exposed skin with her lips and teeth and tongue, and Clarke moaned and hummed at the feeling. "Lexa," she whispered, but Lexa didn't want her to talk yet. She tore away Clarke's pants, sliding them down all the way, followed by her underwear.
Lexa looked on at Clarke's center, wet and waiting. She'd never done this before, but she assumed that it couldn't be too hard.
"Lexa," Clarke murmured again, but this time it was a plea, and Lexa lowered herself in between Clarke's legs. Slowly closing in on the waiting area, she blew coldly on it, and Clarke moaned. Gathering up her courage, she licked along Clarke's slit, hearing a pleased noise from her girlfriend.
She was careful, worried that she might do something wrong, but every noise that Clarke moaned or gasped out was one that urged her to keep going. And Clarke tasted so good. She already knew that, of course, but she tasted even better like this. Thinking about it made her moan into Clarke's center, and the blonde reacted instantly, her hips bucking upwards.
Lexa flattened her tongue over Clarke's clit, sliding two fingers into her girlfriend purposefully. She could tell that Clarke was close, and she was very pleased when the blonde let out a loud shout of her name and then collapsed onto the bed, spent. Lexa gently pulled out of her, placing a soft kiss on the inside of Clarke's thigh, and then sucked her fingers clean before crawling up to lay next to her girlfriend.
"You always call me noisy," Lexa murmured, "but you're easily as loud as I am. It just so happens that you're usually the one making me scream."
Clarke turned her head to give Lexa a sweet smile. "You're probably right, but I'd like to think that you're still noisier."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Lexa said, chuckling.
"You help me sleep at night," Clarke admitted bashfully, wrapping her arms around Lexa suddenly and pulling their front together. "Just maybe, with less clothes."
Lexa giggled, biting down on her lower lip and then making quick work of stripping away her clothes. "There, better?"
"Yes." Clarke wrapped her arms around Lexa again tightly and then scanned her face carefully. "I love you, too, by the way. In case you didn't know? I didn't know how to tell you."
"Neither did I," Lexa murmured, placing a quick peck on Clarke's lips, "it just sorta came out. I was scared that you might get scared."
"You don't scare me anymore," Clarke promised. "I mean, obviously it's a little scary that you're probably the only one who could crush me. But I don't think you'll do that, so that's a reassuring feeling. I really love you, Lexa. I do."
"I love you, too," Lexa said, grinning. "But you know, I just showed you how much I love you... maybe I need you to show me just how much you love me."
Clarke grinned. "That can be arranged, beautiful."