Note: Just to inspire you a little (not that any of you would need that; I know that Clexa fans can have a very... precise imagination), you can google "Eliza Taylor TCA" and, well, we all know what Alycia looks like in a suit. ;)

Friday, October 21

Clarke looked stunning. She was wearing a lose black silky shirt, a knee–length black skirt with light sun–like pattern and classy black high heels. She had her hair tied back in a casual messy bun with a few lose strands hanging out. She was standing at the entrance of the gallery, greeting every guest, personally, her smile never fading. Every once in a while she would take nip of her champagne and look around the gallery to make sure that everyone was having a good time.

Lexa adored her. She just couldn't keep her eyes off the blonde. She was incredibly proud of her girlfriend, of everything she had accomplished, and twenty minutes into the exhibition, she could already tell that it was going to be a huge success, so when Clarke's eyes met hers, she raised her glass and nodded appreciatively and couldn't help but also send a small wink to the blonde.

She was standing next to the group of Octavia and Lincoln, Raven, and Bellamy and Echo but hadn't spoken a lot with them yet, not wanting to bother the friends much. She nodded at Abby when the woman entered the gallery.

"She looks so gorgeous and so so happy! I don't know why I ever thought that a medical career would be right for her. Seeing her here," Abby gestured around the gallery, "explains a lot. I've never understood her love for art but now... it makes sense, don't you think?"

"Very much so. With all due respect though, Abby, you should tell her. I'm sure it would make your daughter happy to hear these things from you. It's one of the reasons why she... keeps her distance with you and your husband."

Abby sighed. She knew that Lexa was right, but it was difficult for her to admit it to her daughter. Yet. She was thankful for the distraction, when a small boy approached Lexa and hugged her. She smiled when Lexa kneeled down beside him to readjust his tie.

"You're too handsome for your own good, buddy! Be careful, I might kidnap you!" She laughed, kissed his cheek and got back up.

"Abby, this is my son Aden. Aden, this is Abby, Clarke's mom."

"It's very nice to meet you, Aden!"

"Pleasure's all mine!" Aden politely replied and Abby raised an eyebrow. "That boy has some good manners, Lexa!"

They were silenced by clinking glass and turned around to look at Clarke, who was standing on the other side of the room, all eyes on her.

"I would like to thank everyone for coming. My name is Clarke Griffin and I'm the person responsible tonight. We're proud to exhibit such a variety of art pieces. I'm sorry to inform you though that two of the artists cannot be here tonight to answer potential questions, but if there is anything you'd like to know, I'll be happy to be of help.

I would also like to thank the team behind the curtain and of course everyone who kept me sane during the planning." The crowd laughed. "Thank you for making this possible." She raised her glass towards her boss but also smiled at her girlfriend for a moment while she waited for the applause to fade out again.

"I hope you have a pleasant evening and if you need anything – You know now what I look like, I promise I won't run away. Thank you."

Lexa jumped back to reality when the audience broke into applause again and Clarke's friends cheered and whistled next to her.

"Oh God gimme that bottle!" Clarke said exhaustedly when she finally approached her friends. She had been talking to all and sundry, answering questions about paintings, the gallery, her art and upcoming projects. It was more exhausting than she had imagined but she loved every second of it. This was what she wanted to do. This was her passion.

"You were amazing. And you still are. And you look stunning today. And I'm proud of you." Lexa pulled her into her arms and waited for Clarke to make the next step, not sure whether it was appropriate for them to kiss at such an event. But Clarke obviously thought it was, because it took her less than a second to throw her arms around the brunette's neck and pull her into a deep kiss.

They only let go of each other when they heard Abby clear her throat.

"I'm... sorry to disturb the two of you, I just wanted to tell you how... proud I am of you. Oh and Finn told me to make sure you know how sorry he is that he couldn't make it but he couldn't switch shifts." Clarke nodded. "Well, I hope you– two enjoy the rest of the night, I mean I'm sure you will" Abby blushed when she realized the ambiguity, "I'm gonna go now. Long day, long week. Bye folks, bye Lexa, and say Hi to Aden from me, it was really nice to meet him, he's a great boy. Bye sweetheart!" She hugged all of them and left.

Lexa dropped Aden off at his grandparents around ten but she went back to the exhibition. When she arrived at the venue, she lit a cigarette outside, her eyes following the blonde inside wherever she was going. She couldn't stop taking in the sight of a smiling Clarke and the sparkle in the blonde's eyes. Seeing her that happy warmed and hurt her heart at the same time. She knew that this was what Clarke wanted to do for the rest of her life... and she knew that it would be a much shorter time than they would have thought. Suddenly, she felt anger boil up inside of her. Clarke deserved better than that. If she could, she would give her life to give Clarke the chance to live her dreams. She would do anything for her, Clarke deserved everything and she hated herself for not being able to give that to her.

"I'm not going to ask what's wrong with you Lexa, because I know, but Clarke's not gonna take it easy on you if she sees your hand, I promise you that!" Raven said calmly. Lexa hadn't seen or heard her approaching. And now that she was brought back to reality, she also felt the pain in her hand and looked down. Her knuckles where bruised and bleeding and she realized that she had thrown her fist into the wall in front of her.

"You two are quite the impulsive couple, I'll give you that. But now do something about your hand. You don't want Clarke to freak out on her big day."