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Was it insensitive for Clarke to be currently having fun with a certain brunette when she had broken up with her boyfriend less than a day ago? Yes, completely. But she couldn't find it in her heart to care when Lexa's hands where so softly exploring her body, like Clarke was the most precious thing in the world.

Clarke's right hand was cupping the brunette's cheek while the left was softly making its way towards Lexa's abs. They felt perfectly sculpted under the blonde's touch, and Clarke had a sudden urge to explore every curve of Lexa's perfect body.

Lexa's lips left her own and trailed down her neck, placing light kisses on it before Clarke let out a soft moan. Lexa almost didn't hear it, but nothing could escape her sharp hearing – years of training did could do that to someone. When she heard it, not only did she became incredibly turned on, but she decided to suck a little on what she figured must be Clarke's pulse point. When the blonde only moaned louder, Lexa couldn't prevent a triumphant smirk from appearing on her face. The brunette made her way back to Clarke's lips and she sucked a little on her bottom lip. Her name escaped from the blonde's lips and Lexa took that as her chance, her tongue immediately begging for entrance. Clarke granted it instantly and, seeing Lexa so distracted, she made them roll over and landed on top.

"You like being in control, huh?" Lexa smirked, though her husky voice gave her away.

Clarke leaned in and grazed Lexa's lips, her eyes never leaving the brunette's. Their eyes were dark with desire, making them forget literally everything around them. When they were together, they always felt like they were in some sort of world of their own, where nothing else mattered.

When she couldn't take the teasing anymore, Lexa grabbed Clarke's face and pulled her into a fierce kiss. She quickly made her intentions clear by pulling Clarke's shirt up a bit, still giving the blonde the option to back out if things were going too fast. When the blonde lifted her arms up, Lexa didn't hesitate for a second, she immediately pulled off the blonde's shirt and tossed it on the floor. Or at least, she thought she had tossed it on the floor, but the sound of strings playing startled them both. Clarke's shirt had landed on her guitar. They glanced at it, then at each other, and laughed. It lasted only a second before the blonde kissed Lexa again.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Girls?"

"Gee, can't we have one moment?" Clarke groaned in frustration.

"We're at your house, after all. At this point it's kind of expected."

Clarke could see right through Lexa. She knew that behind those words, the brunette was just as frustrated as her. The blonde spoke loudly enough to be heard by her mother, "What, mom?"

"Your father and I are heading out. Lexa can spend the night here, but don't stay up too late. You have school tomorrow."

"Yeah, we won't. Thanks, mom, and have fun with dad!"

Clarke looked at the brunette, who was looking at her with a smirk. "You do realize that if we had just waited ten more minutes…"

"I know," Clarke interrupted. She was already frustrated enough, no need to add to that frustration. This probably hadn't been the best idea, since Clarke's parents had been just downstairs.

Lexa waited until she heard the front door open and close soon after to face the blonde. The blonde had gotten up, but Lexa was still laying on the bed. She grabbed Clarke's hand and pulled her firmly down to her, earning a squeal from the blonde. The brunette started kissing her again and said in a husky voice, her eyes darker than ever, "Now where were we?"

Clarke woke up with a grin on her face the next morning, and the first thing she saw was Lexa's sleepy face. The brunette had one arm around her waist but, unlike the other night, their legs were entangled and their fingers intertwined.

The blonde glanced at the time and saw that for once, she still had a chance to get to her first period on time. She quickly decided that she would be late again though, because how could she ever leave her bed when such a beauty was so peacefully sleeping in it?

After a while though, Clarke felt the brunette stir a little and she soon opened her eyes. "Good morning, sleepy head," Clarke greeted the blonde.

Once Lexa had woken up a bit, she replied, smiling like an angel, "Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?"

"Like a baby. You?"

"Meh. I've slept better." Clarke shoved her in the shoulder and Lexa broke into a grin. "Just kidding. I've never slept so soundly."

"Good." Clarke paused and couldn't resist saying the brunette, "Last night was…"

"Amazing?" Lexa finished. "Yeah."

Once Clarke's parents had left, no one had stood in their way. "I never want to leave this bed."

Lexa sighed. "Me neither. Do you have to go to school?"

"You know the answer to that question." The blonde kissed Lexa softly on the lips. She started to get up, but Lexa thought otherwise and pulled her back into her arms, Clarke's back turned to Lexa's front.

"You can't leave me here all day. I won't survive."

Clarke chuckled and said, "Stop being so dramatic and let me get up. I'm definitely late now."

"But it's worth it, isn't it?"

Clarke hummed. "Maybe, I haven't decided yet."

Lexa poked her in the side and the blonde laughed, giving up. "Okay, okay, I surrender! It was totally worth it." She gave Lexa a quick peck on the lips before she finally got up.

She started to dress until she noticed Lexa's eyes on her. The blonde gave her a pointed look and Lexa only said defensively, while lifting her hands up in the air, "What? Nothing I haven't already seen."

Clarke threw her shirt at the brunette's face and she chuckled. "You have no chill."

She ended up having to choose another shirt for the day because Lexa wouldn't give the previous one back to her, saying that she would never gave it back because it smelled like the blonde. Despite Clarke rolling her eyes, her blush didn't go unnoticed by Lexa. Clarke felt her heart swell every single time Lexa said something like that, and it was pretty often. Who knew the commander could be so fucking cheesy?

"You're late again, Clarke," her history teacher said, once she reached the classroom a bit later.

"Sorry, it won't happen again," Clarke apologized, embarrassed because everyone was staring at her, but mostly because she spotted Raven with a smirk on her face in the back of the classroom.

"You said that last time. And the time before." The teacher didn't seem mad, just weary.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Take your seat and be quiet."

Clarke did as she was told and, as soon as she was seated, Raven whispered, "Were you with Lexa?" She put emphasis 'x', knowing that it would annoy the blonde. Clarke remained silent, not wanting to risk the teacher hearing her talking, but her furious blush gave her away. "Oh my god, you totally were!"

"Miss Reyes! Do you really want to go to the principal today? Because that can be arranged, you know."

"Sorry, sir."

Raven stayed silent for the rest of the class, but Clarke knew she was on the other girl's radar. She wouldn't be able to escape the embarrassing questions.

The morning went by pretty fast and soon, Clarke was at her locker, grabbing the stuff she needed for her afternoon classes. She wasn't sure whether or not she should go to the cafeteria sit with her friends like everything was fine. She had successfully avoided Bellamy all morning, but she didn't want to push her luck too far.

She checked the time to see if she had time to buy a sandwich and eat it outside of school, but saw that she had a text from Lexa. The corner of her lips instantly turned upwards and she quickly opened the text.

Lexa: You better check out the front of your school :D ^^ xx

I knew I shouldn't have showed her the emoji's…

Clarke smiled at her adorableness and replied.

Clarke: Why? Is there someone I need to see?

Lexa: Come and see for yourself! I hope you're hungry :p xx

Yes, I definitely shouldn't have.

Clarke hurried to the front of the school, a smile plastered on her face. She couldn't believe Lexa was here. The brunette seemed to be more and more wonderful by the second, if that was even possible. The blonde went outside and her eyes scanned the entire area, eager to see a certain girl. She finally caught on beautiful green eyes that she loved so much and grinned. Lexa waved and Clarke approached her. She noticed the picnic table and bags of food. And was that a candle?

"I can't believe you're here." Clarke grabbed one of Lexa's hands in her own. She was still amazed that every time she did so, her heart rate seemed to pick up and she felt butterflies in her stomach. It was cheesy, she knew that, but that didn't make it any less true. "Couldn't spend more than a few hours without me, huh?" the blonde teased.

"Actually… no." Lexa admitted.

Clarke raised an eyebrow. "What? No snarky comments?"

"No, not today." Lexa then searched through the bags of food. "I made us sandwiches. In fact, I'd never even made a sandwich before and I had to research it on the Internet, so I hope it's not too bad." Lexa pursed her lips. "Not really the prefect romantic meal."

Clarke squeezed her hand, drawing Lexa's attention back to her. "It's perfect to me. Really," she assured her.

Lexa smiled and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I figured you wouldn't want to sit with Bellamy at lunch, so I came to your rescue."

"I see I have the prefect girlfriend."

The words had escaped her lips against her will and she gasped. Lexa's eyes seemed to suddenly shine and she stared into Clarke's blue ones. "Girlfriend, huh? I like the sound of that."

Clarke looked sheepishly at her. "Really? Because we never really talked about it. I mean… I don't know how it works for people in your world. I mean… I know how it was for you specifically but –"

Lexa cut her off with a soft kiss, squeezing the blonde's hand. Once she pulled away, she said, "Clarke, chill out. It's okay with me as long as it's okay with you."

Clarke heard someone clear their throat behind her and she turned around to see Octavia, glaring at them and looking pissed off.

Crap.

"Octavia!" Her brunette friend threw one last glare at her before she turned on her heels to leave. "Octavia wait!"

Her friend stopped but didn't turn around, she simply growled in a low voice, "I came looking for you because everybody was worried about why you weren't already there." She turned around and the look on her face sent chills running down Clarke's spine. "I didn't want to. Not after what you did to my brother, but I told myself 'Come on, Octavia. She's your friend! Give her a chance to explain!' But I see now that there was nothing to worry about. You seem happy, not like my brother who's still in his bed, mourning over you!" She was yelling now and several heads turned to look at what was happening.

"Octavia, please listen… I know I screwed up."

"You think?" Octavia snapped, making Clarke stumble backwards under the intensity of her glare.

"Just listen to me, please! I know I have no excuses. I broke Bellamy's heart…"

"Yeah, after I warned you that he was in love with you!"

Clarke felt Lexa stiffen next to her, but she didn't look at her. "I know. You were right. I should have been honest with him from the beginning. You don't know how much I regret hurting him." Clarke's eyes filled with tears threatening to fall.

Octavia sighed and lowered her voice a bit, though she was still furious. "Listen, Clarke. I want you to be happy, really I do. But not at my brother's expense." She glanced at Lexa.

Lexa stared right back at her, looking pissed as well. Nobody had the right to make her girl cry, not even her closest friends. "You listen, Octavia. I understand that you're just looking out for your brother. Really, I do. But I suggest you go back inside know. Clarke already feels guilty enough."

Clarke stepped in, "Lexa, don't."

Octavia snapped, not even noticing that Clarke had talked. "Oh really? She has a funny way of showing it! Does feeling guilty involve making out with you now?"

"Hey! Back off! I really think you need to go now. You're Clarke's friend so I don't want to hit you, but just keep going like this and I might!" Lexa snarled.

"Stop it, please! Both of you!" Clarke yelled and putting herself between the two girls.

Octavia glared at the both of them before turning around and spat, "Fucking unbelievable!"

Lexa's glare followed Clarke's friend until she was back inside the school. She was breathing heavily. Clarke had never seen her like this. After all, she had only known her for less than a week. She cringed at that thought.

"Lexa!"

"What?" Lexa snapped. The look of hurt Clarke's eyes were harboring immediately made her regret her outburst. "Clarke, I'm sorry. But she was disrespecting you. You can't let people treat you like that."

"No, you can't treat my friends like that! You said so yourself, she was just looking out for her brother. Maybe there's a few things that she shouldn't have said. But you don't know her like I do. You only made things worse for me now!" Clarke was raising her voice.

Lexa couldn't believe that was happening. "I was trying to defend you! I did that for you!" she was yelling now too. She didn't care that every single person around them was staring at them, visibly enjoying the show.

Clarke noticed it too, but contrary to the stubborn brunette, she cared. "Listen, we're not gonna do this here. Thanks for the sandwich, but I really think you need to go now."

Lexa huffed and just stared at her in shock. She averted her gaze and grabbed her bag, leaving without a single word or glance at her girlfriend.

When Clarke got out of school that day, she didn't walk straight to her car like she usually did. Instead, she headed toward the soccer field, where she knew she would catch Bellamy before his practice begun. Even though Octavia had said that he didn't come to school that day, she believed that he would never miss a soccer practice unless he was dying. No actually, he would never miss one even if he was actually dying.

Clarke spotted brown and messy hair in the distance. Bellamy was seated on the front raw of the bleachers, lost in his thoughts. She quickly approached from the right and carefully greeted, "Hey."

He froze for a second before looking at her. A bitter laugh escaped from his throat. "I stay home all day just to avoid seeing you, and yet, here you are."

Clarke tried not to let that comment affect her, and failed. She hated seeing him like this. Octavia had been right all along, she should have been clear from the start. In fact, she shouldn't have dated him at all. He would have handled a rejection, but a broken heart?

"Can you please just hear me out?" Clarke pleaded as she sat next to him, careful to leave some space between them.

Bellamy kept his gaze locked on the ground and replied, "Do I really have a choice?"

"Of course you do. If you don't want to see me right now, I get it. Really, I do. But I'll keep trying to talk to you every day until you finally give in." Even if he wasn't looking at her, Clarke kept her eyes locked on his, hoping he would eventually make eye contact and see the pain in her eyes as well.

"I suppose I should just get it over with, then."

Clarke's heart sunk a little at that, but she wasn't giving up just yet. "Bellamy, you're my best friend. And I should have treated you as such from the beginning. These past four months weren't fair to you."

"So, what?" Bellamy finally raised his gaze and looked at her. Clarke was taken aback by the amount of pain she saw in his eyes. "You're saying that it's all been a lie and that you never liked me that way?"

"No, no! Not at all!" Clarke became aware that she wasn't making herself clear here, but she had some difficulty doing that lately. "What I'm trying to say is that, these past few months with you have been great. You know deep down that I liked you, sincerely. But just not the way you want me to. You know I care about you, I really do. And I'm really sorry that I hurt you. I was genuinely convinced that you and I could be more than best friends and-"

Bellamy immediately got up, cutting her off. "That's it? You're done? Because I don't really want to hear you repeat over and over again that you don't love me back. Because yes, Clarke. I told you that I loved you. It's not just liking someone here. I was in love with you. Hell, I still am despite what you've put me through. And I think that's the worst part of it. No matter what, I still…"

He couldn't continue, the pain becoming too much to take. Clarke didn't know what to say. She got up as well and stood still in front of him. Her eyes watering for the second time today, she hoped that the sincerity was clear in her voice when she said, "I'm sorry, Bellamy. You know how I feel. But you're my best friend. So I'll give you as much time as you need to get over me, because believe me, you will. You're a great guy and girls will line up in front of you just for you to take them out on a date. And when you're ready, I'll do anything to prove to you that I care about you. I hope you'll eventually find it in your heart to forgive me, Bellamy, because I don't want to lose you."

A single tear escaped her eyes and she turned around to leave. She could only hope that he saw how genuine she was about this, and how much she cared about him. She had fucked up, and she knew her little speech had been harsh for him, but she wasn't going to lie anymore. Not even for Lexa.

That's why, when she finally arrived at her house, she was ready to tell her parents everything as soon as they got home.

No more lies, she thought. It caused nothing but pain.

As much as Clarke didn't want to face Lexa right now, she knew that she had no other choice. She went to her bedroom, but surprisingly, she found no one inside. She went to check the bathroom but no one was here either.

"Lexa!" she called as she went downstairs. No one answered.

Now worried, the blonde pulled her phone out of her pocket to call Lexa. The brunette didn't answer, so Clarke left a message on her voice mail. She hoped Lexa would eventually figure out how it worked, since the blonde had only taught her how to text or call someone. "Lexa, it's me, Clarke. I don't know where you are and I'm kind of freaking out right now. When you get this message, please come home or at least call me back to let me know that you're okay."

Her choice of words hadn't gone unnoticed, she had said 'come home'. Because she truly felt like Clarke's house was Lexa's home now as well. In fact, as long as they were with each other, they were home.

After about twenty minutes of chewing her nails, Clarke heard the front door open. She had given her spare key to Lexa on Friday when she had returned from school, so it could either be her or the blonde's parents. Clarke let out a relieved sigh when she saw green eyes looking apologetically at her and she rushed to the brunette and grabbed her in a tight hug.

"Lexa! I'm so glad you're okay! Don't ever leave like that without warning again!"

"Clarke, just breathe, alright?" Lexa pulled away, a small smirk playing at her lips. "You do remember that I survived a nuclear apocalypse? What's the worst thing that could happen to me here?"

"It's just that… You don't know this world an-and…" Clarke's voice cracked at the last word.

Lexa cupped the blonde's cheeks and said in a reassuring voice," I'm okay. It's not the first time I've gone out on my own. I know how to handle myself."

Clarke sighed. "I know. I freaked out because this was the first time that I came home and you weren't here."

Clarke was amazed at how fast she had become so accustomed to the brunette's presence. Within less than a week, she had already become dependent on her.

Lexa furrowed her eyebrows. Clarke was clearly distressed, and the brunette doubted it was only because of her being gone. Concern evident in her voice, she asked, "Clarke, what's wrong? I know there's more than you're telling me."

"Nothing. It's just that with our argument earlier, I just thought you had… run off."

Lexa pulled Clarke in for a hug again. "You know I would never leave you like that. I promise." This time, Clarke was the one to pull away and Lexa stared in her blue eyes. "But I know there's more. Is it because of Octavia?"

Clarke broke the eye contact, looking at her feet instead. "I talked to Bellamy."

Lexa stiffened and asked, "How did it go?"

"What do you think?"

Lexa grabbed one of the blonde's hands in her own. "What did you say to him?"

"I tried to be honest for once. I told him how much I cared about him, but I also told him that I would never love him back. I tried to show him that I'd do anything to earn his forgiveness, and to have my best friend back." She felt Lexa squeeze her hand lightly and a sad smile appeared on her face. "I'll try to talk to Octavia tomorrow. I have to apologize to her as well."

Lexa instantly let go of her hand. "Why? She disrespected you. You shouldn't apologize to her."

"Lexa!"

"What?"

"I'm the one who broke her big brother's heart. I get that she's mad at me. She has every right to be." Clarke couldn't understand how Lexa couldn't see that. She didn't know why the brunette was so angry at her friend.

"Like I said earlier, I get that she wants to protect him. But saying nasty things to you won't protect him. She should be there for him instead of lashing out at you. I swear if she says one more thing like that to you I'll-"

"What? You'll what, Lexa?" She didn't wait for an answer, knowing that none would come. "You're not in your world anymore. Here, when people fight, it doesn't mean combat to death. It means that people get angry at each other and then sort it out, to try and forgive each other in order to move on. It's not even about respect here. I know Octavia didn't mean those things and she'll probably apologize to me too once she's calmed down."

"If she didn't mean those things, she shouldn't have said them!"

Clarke let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't even understand! Why are we fighting about this? Octavia is my friend and you should at least respect that. It's not even your business in the first place!"

Lexa's eyes became filled with hurt and the blonde immediately regretted her words. Not even four hours ago, Clarke had asked her to be her girlfriend – albeit accidentally - and now she couldn't even recognize the girl in front of her. This girl had no connection to the sweet and soft Lexa she had gotten to know this past week. This girl seemed cold and wore an expressionless face. Only her eyes gave away the hurt she felt.

Even though Clarke didn't want to hurt the brunette more than she already had, she knew that she was still doing so when she stated, with finality, "Maybe we rushed into this. After all, we've only known each other for less than a week." She paused, not bearing to look into sad green eyes anymore. "Maybe we should have taken the time to figure out how we feel about each other."

Lexa's heart broke on the spot. She tried as hard as she could to contain the tears that were threatening to fall. She only replied, her voice breaking a little more with every word she spoke. "I didn't even need a day to figure out how I felt about you."

And just like that, she left. She heard Clarke call after her, but she didn't want to see her anymore. Maybe the blonde was still hurting over her break up with Bellamy. Maybe they had rushed things, maybe Lexa should have given her the time to heal, because, even if Clarke only liked Bellamy as a friend, they had dated for four months. That wasn't nothing. Maybe they had made a mistake. But questioning her feelings? Lexa could not handle that. She knew how she felt about Clarke, and she had hoped deep down that Clarke felt the same. They had a special bond that would probably never go away. Lexa couldn't just stand there and hear the blonde doubting about her feelings. Because she hadn't had any doubts this time, not like with Costia. The brunette had lost too much time as the Commander, always locking up her feelings and keeping her mind focused on everyone but herself. That's why she had wanted to escape, to feel free and to feel like she mattered as a being. And Clarke had made her feel that, like she was a whole person, not just a leader, but a human with human feelings. That was the most beautiful feeling she had ever experienced. That's why it had hurt so much, to feel like she had been mistaken again, that she had been the only one to feel this way.

The brunette had no idea how long she'd been walking in the snowy streets of Boston. The cold air felt good against her skin, it was just about the only thing that reminded her she was alive, because she felt dead inside. She returned to the place where Clarke had appeared to her for the first time. She stood still in the middle of the street until she saw a car coming toward her and she went back to the sidewalk. She retraced her steps of the previous week, the first steps she had walked in this world. She had literally landed in a park, in the middle of the bushes. She stared at this spot for a long moment before going to sit on a nearby bench. She remained seated for another hour or so until she heard some noise behind her. She froze, because it came from the same bushes she had landed on, and the sound seemed awfully familiar.

A shadow came out of the bushes with a grunt and she discerned a man. A man that she knew all too well. Fear settled in her heart for the first time in a week. She whispered, "Titus?"

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