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Some Raven–related stuff will be mentioned soon :) [in about 2–3 chapters].

"What do you mean you slept with her?! … Clarke!" Octavia was shocked but excited at the same time. She knew Clarke wasn't one for a one night stand or to jump right into something and yet she'd had sex with Lexa after just one week.

"It just– I don't know. I kind of... needed her, I mean I told her about Raven and then I–"

"What? You told her about Raven? And what do you mean you needed her? Was she just there and you needed someone or did you actually need Lexa?" Octavia didn't know what to think of this situation, at all.

"No, I needed Lexa. I... shit I don't know, it just... happened."

"And you haven't heard from her since then?"

"She said she'd be there for me but I said I needed time to figure out what's happening and... well yeah I haven't called or texted her yet."

"Jesus, Clarke... you can't just have sex with a person, especially not with someone like Lexa, who I think by the way is super special and I haven't even really met her, and then not call her!"

Clarke knew Octavia was right. They were having lunch and Clarke had accidentally mentioned her night with Lexa a few days ago.

She was on her way back home later, when she stopped and pulled out her phone. She typed in a message but hesitated for a moment before she hit send.

Clarke (6:33pm): Can we talk? Preferably somewhere private? Your place maybe? x

She pocketed her phone, went home and took a long shower. She was confused. She fell for Lexa, she told her about Raven, she let her touch her and... well, she missed her. Clarke took her guitar and strummed some chords and without realizing, she played the song that she had played a few days ago.

"I should've called you on the phone

But I was scared to let you know,

I need you, by my side..."

Lexa (8:59pm): Of course. I'm on my way home, I could pick you up in 20 minutes.

Lexa opened the door to her loft and motioned for Clarke to step in first. Clarke couldn't help but love all the little things the brunette did that made her feel appreciated, special and wanted. Lexa treated her like no one had treated her before, she was polite, caring and kind of old fashioned, holding doors for Clarke and everything. The blonde loved it.

The loft's design was elegant but simple. There was a bookshelf separating the living room area and the kitchen from what seemed to be Lexa's work space. Several instruments, amps and recording equipment surrounded a desk that had a lot of folders and sheets of paper on it, a somewhat organized chaos. The stairs on the right side led to an open second floor which appeared to only have a bed and an armchair on it, plus a door that the blonde assumed was a bathroom. Clarke didn't know why she was surprised, she didn't know what she had expected, but actually that whole place was so lexa.

"Would you like a coffee?" Lexa asked from the kitchen area.

"Got something stronger?" Lexa smirked and nodded, pointing towards a shelf next to Clarke that held at least 20 different bottles of alcohol. Clarke went for whiskey and poured one for Lexa as well.

"Lexa, I'm sorry about that night. I shouldn't have... done what I did, it wasn't fair to you, I think, and maybe it wasn't fair to me either. I don't know if we should talk about it, I've never had a one night stand before."

Lexa remained silent for a moment. "Was it a one night stand for you?" she finally asked.

"I... no." Clarke slowly shook her had, looking down at her hands, afraid to see the brunette's reaction.

"It wasn't one for me, either, you know."

"Then what does it mean for... us?" Clarke asked, her hands trying to express what she meant by gesturing between the two of them.

"We could have a second date? There are still things you should know about me and I'm sure I don't know everything about you already, either." Lexa offered, smiling at Clarke, who returned the smile and nodded.

"Sounds good. Oh shit, it's 11 already, I should go and let you sleep. Is there a subway station nearby?" Clarke had never really been to this part of Manhattan, it was a wealthy one and she didn't really know where she was, at all.

"You can stay here if you want, I'll sleep on the couch, you can have the bed." Lexa offered and secretly Clarke was thankful; she realized she was too tired and would probably fall asleep on the subway.

"Thanks but you don't have to stay on the couch, as far as I can tell your bed is big enough for two."

Lexa had given Clarke some clothes and a tooth brush and let her shower and get ready for bed, first.

Clarke turned off the water and stepped out the shower, only to realize that she had forgotten the clothes outside. She hesitated for a moment, since she had only a towel wrapped around her but figured that it was okay, since Lexa had seen her much more vulnerable and naked than that. She opened the door, her eyes landing on Lexa's back. The brunette, standing on the other side of the room changing for the night, quickly pulled her shirt down but not fast enough and Clarke saw the scars.