Octavia (7:49am): Griff u owe me a story! xoxo

Clarke (8:11am): Anything, if you bring the breakfast and coffee. x

Octavia (8:12am): on my way!

"Whaaat was happening yesterday?! You totally let me make a fool of myself in front of your hot girlfriend! Ugh seriously Clarke, you could've said something! How long and what and why and– no, that's my coffee. Here, that's yours. And did you kiss or what? Tell me everything!" Octavia blabbered as she walked into Clarke's kitchen.

"She's not my–"

"Oh my God you like her!"

"Seriously O, I didn't even get to start the story." Octavia grinned but didn't say anything else, so Clarke told Octavia everything from the first cigarette to their latest kiss.

"Gaaayyy. No really Clarke, she sounds nice and all and looks super hot, obviously! But you gotta admit she's kinda creepy, too. Shows up, has you whipped after two minutes and doesn't tell you anything about–"

"She told me everything last night, O." Clarke interrupted her friend.

"Yeah but I mean not everything everything, right? You said you think she didn't tell you everything about her relationship status."

"Maybe she's just hurt from a breakup and still kinda loves her ex?" Clarke offered, more for herself than for Octavia.

"Yeah and maybe she's not as single as you think."

"She wouldn't lie to me, O."

"Oh and you know that after... how long have you two known each other? Four days?"

Clarke didn't know how to respond. She believed Lexa, she trusted her. But maybe Octavia was right and Lexa indeed seemed like she was hiding something from her. At least for a short moment last night, she had the same thought as Octavia but shook it off because she really wanted Lexa to tell her the truth and, well, be single. She sighed.

"Look Griff, just get to know her better. Oh and don't sleep with her until you've seen her apartment! Just an advice." Octavia grinned at the thought of what she was referring to. Clarke narrowed her eyes and was about to snap something back, when she felt her phone vibrate.

Lexa (9:02am): Hello stranger. Figured it would be fair if you had my number, too. Fancy a coffee later? Or a glass of wine, since you don't work tonight as you said? Lexa.

Clarke smiled at the message, long enough for Octavia to get curious, so she stole Clarke's phone.

"Octavia, give it back! God, Octavia! I swear if you– what are you doing? O!"

Clarke (9:06am): Wine sounds good! 8:30pm my place?

"Ugh really? I don't know if that's a good idea, I mean you said yourself that getting to know her and seeing her apartment before sleeping with her would be–"

"Clarke!"

"What!"

"Before sleeping with her? Are you at that point already?"

"Huh I never said–" Clarke looked at Octavia and realized what she had said several seconds ago, "Oh shit."

Clarke (7:37pm): O, I'm screwed. I don't know what to wear! Help me! X

Clarke (7:39pm): Octavia! Answer!

Clarke (7:44pm):FIRE! DEATH! SPIDER!

Octavia (7:52pm): whoops sry c, lincoln's here and... u know ;) just go naked, I mean ur soulmate would like that better anyway, right? haha xoxo

Clarke (7:54pm): Not helping, O.

Octavia (7:56pm): k send me a pic of ur current outfit.

Clarke sighed. She was wearing white skinny jeans and a light blue top.

Octavia (8:01pm): u know what girl? u actually look hot, I wouldn't change at all. lincoln says the same. u know how much I love that sporty look on u, u look amazing. good luck and have fun :P xoxo

Clarke was still unsure but trusted Octavia's judgement. She went to the bathroom, applied some light make up and decided to wear her hair open. She chose a playlist of acoustic songs and lit some candles. Shit, she mumbled when she realized it was way too much romance but just as she was about to blow out the candles again, she heard a soft knock at her door. Double shit! she cursed again and could at least switch the lights back on on her way to the door. When she opened it, she instantly forgot how to breathe. The brunette in front her wore black skinny jeans, black boots that were actually quite elegant, a tight black t–shirt, her hair was open, loosely hanging over her right shoulder and her green eyes... God, that dark smokey–eye make up got Clarke to search for something to hold onto, just in case her legs would fail her.

"Uh.. you wanna come? I mean– shit. Come in? I mean... Hey!" Clarke's face was now a deep shade of red. Two seconds into the evening and she had already embarrassed herself. Lexa raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Hey". She walked past the blonde, while Clarke closed her eyes and breathed out slowly after Lexa's scent reached her. It was intoxicating.

Lexa stood in the open kitchen that was connected to the living room, looking around.

"You want a sight seeing tour or something? There's not much to see really but–"

"I'd love that."

"Okay well, this" Clarke opened the first door, "is my... I don't even know what it's called. My hobby room or something." Lexa nodded and looked at the paintings and drawings on the walls and the guitar that leaned against a desk.

"Those paintings are incredible, Clarke."

"Thanks", the blonde replied but felt slightly uncomfortable. She knew that Lexa hadn't said it because it would be polite, but because she really thought they were incredible. Clarke knew that Lexa wasn't one to say things to please people.

"Okay um, this is the bathroom and this is my bedroom." Clarke blushed a little but was sure Lexa didn't notice. She went back to the kitchen area, grabbed two glasses and opened the wine bottle.

"And this?" Clarke stopped in her motions. She didn't need to turn around to know what Lexa meant. "This is just a spare room." She offered but her voice cracked.

"Are you okay?" Lexa sounded slightly worried and Clarke nodded, but didn't say anything, not trusting her voice.

"Yeah, I... it's nothing. Finn will move in there soon, so...", she said quickly, trying to not let the tears come up and held up the bottle. "Would you like a glass?"

The brunette nodded and made her way to Clarke who was now pouring wine, when she realized the blonde was shaking. She laid her hand on the blonde's to stop her, took the bottle and put it back on the counter. Clarke looked at her, blinked once, which released a tear that she had been trying to hold.

When she felt Lexa pull her into her arms, holding her tightly but gently, Clarke let go...