"Hey stranger!" Clarke smiled at the voice and looked up at a smiling Lexa on the other side of the counter.
"Hey yourself! Can I get you anything?"
"A Martini, thanks." Lexa smiled and sat down on a barstool.
"Wait, I thought you didn't really drink?"
"No, you assumed that I didn't really drink." Lexa smirked at Clarke who slightly blushed and began to prepare the ordered drink. She was glad that the brunette showed up, she liked her company. Lexa was calm and polite and even the silence with her was a comfortable one.
"How–" Clarke started but was interrupted.
"Yo Griff, gimme a drink! Hard stuff, anything! Don't care what!" Octavia shouted at Clarke when she entered the bar. She jumped onto the barstool next to Lexa and began rambling.
"You know that one guy at work? The one with the weird hair?" Clarke nodded. "Yeah that guy's an asshole, I'll tell ya that! Oh and Lincoln actually called again and asked me out. Ohhh and Bell and Echo had a fight but they're cute as fuck so they'll get over it super soon. Clarke, my drink. Where is it?"
"O, relax. Here." Clarke said and handed the glass to her friend.
"Ohhh no you're having a shot with me first. Anything. That Tequila bottle actually just winked at me!" Clarke sighed and poured two tequila shots for Octavia and herself before downing it, and then shot a small apologetic look to Lexa who, in return, just smirked.
"Clarke, another one. Soooo Lincoln, he– ohhhh my God how was your date?!" Octavia suddenly asked.
"It– um. It wasn't really a... I mean we just had a coffee and we... it was nice?" It was more a question than an answer and Octavia narrowed her eyes. Lexa looked down and then turned her face away to hide her laugh, which Clarke absolutely noticed.
"Clarke, more details! What does he do, what's he like, job, age, name, and oh did you kiss? Is he a good kisser? Did you enjoy it? C'monnn tell me everything!"
Lexa looked back at Clarke and raised an eyebrow.
"He... well, she, I mean– yeah."
"Yeah what, Clarke? Job, age, kiss?" Octavia grew impatient.
"I don't know actually."
"What you mean you don't know? Weren't you there during the date?"
"It wasn't a– look, can we talk about this tomorrow? Please?" Clarke begged, feeling more than uncomfortable about the situation. Octavia shot Clarke a glare and opened her mouth to start a long speech of protest–
"Well Clarke's a good kisser actually, and I think she enjoyed it, if that answers your question." Lexa said calmly, clearly enjoying the shocked faces that stared at her.
"Well, I didn't see that coming." Octavia confessed after she realized what was happening and mouthed a Oh my God she's hot! at Clarke. "Well I actually, have to, like, do something. You know that thing that I uh, you know Clarke. See ya later. Nice to meet you uh... what was your name?"
"Lexa"
"Nice to meet you, Lexa." Octavia said, gave Clarke another look and left the bar.
"So it took you a date and a kiss and the whole story of my life to tell me your name and you answer O, just like that?" Clarke laughed.
"Would you prefer to just have gotten my name, without the date and the kiss?" Lexa smirked back.
That got Clarke. She didn't know how to answer, at least she didn't trust her brain and words. Of course she enjoyed the date and especially the kiss, and it was all worth it, she wouldn't want to miss any of this but she was way too shy to admit that. If she was being honest, she wanted the kiss to happen again, she wanted to feel Lexa's lips on hers again, she wanted to hold her close and she had the feeling that Lexa was thinking similarly but Clarke couldn't make the first move, especially not after she freaked out the other day.
"Hot blonde bartender, would you mind helping us out with your service?" a man shouted at Clarke from the other end of the bar. He was clearly drunk and his request definitely left some space for interpretation. Clarke decided to play it cool and just prepared him and his friends another round of shots and beers. Lexa had assured her that she didn't want to distract Clarke from her work since she saw how busy the night actually was getting.
Her shift ended and when Clarke made her way to the bathroom, she suddenly felt a hand on her wrist and before she knew what was happening, she felt a body pressed into her back, pushing her against the wall. She shivered when she felt Lexa's breath on her neck and their cheeks slightly touching.
Lexa's left hand was holding Clarke's against the wall and her right hand was on Clarke's hip. Clarke closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing but it didn't happen.
"Come with me." Lexa breathed into Clarke's ear.