Clexa fluff part 2, the dates.

Here you have not only one but two Clexa dates! I guess my muse was in a good mood since this chapter turned out longer than usual. Either way I can only hope you continue to enjoy my fic and keep me company during this fantasy journey :D

From the start, Lexa knew she wanted this date to be simple; just her and Clarke in a pleasant place where they would be free of any tension, talking like two people wanting something more than a friendship and not just catching up. Earlier this morning, when Indra brought her breakfast she took the opportunity to ask the woman a favor, which she reluctantly agreed.

Now, already dressed in her best pants and jacket -ones her mother made especially for her-Lexa waits for Indra to deliver the items she requested. Fortunately she didn't have to wait long.

"You got everything?" Lexa asks excitedly, opening the door wide.

"Yes I guess so." Indra places the basket on the desk and watches impassively as Lexa inspects the contents.

With a big smile on her face, Lexa turns to Indra and without any warning she embraces her.

The woman rolls her eyes holding Lexa with one arm. "I'm too old for this." She mumbles begrudgingly.

"Thank you so much Indra," Lexa expresses with immense gratitude.

"Yeah, yeah," Indra lets out dismissively. Feeling awkward with the whole situation she excuses herself. "So um, I'll leave you to it," reaching for the door knob she warns "don't keep her too long we have things to work on."

"Oh sure, no problem." Lexa assures conscious of Clarke's responsibilities. "And thanks again."

Indra grunts trying to appear uninterested. Once she is on the other side of the door though, she smiles to herself, content to see Lexa and Clarke happy for once.

…

Lexa planned to pick up Clarke at the tower herself, believing it would be more appropriate but Clarke objected, saying it was best if she waited for her; so here she was, Lexa outside the dorm anxiously expecting Clarke's arrival.

Clarke arrives ten minutes later. She finds it odd to see Lexa at the entrance of the dormitory instead of at her room and carrying a basket.

"Hey!" Lexa waves approaching the blonde.

"Hey um…" Clarke greets looking down at the object in Lexa's hand. "What's that?"

"Something I arranged for our date" Lexa announces mischievously.

"Oh!" Clarke exclaims momentarily surprised. She knows they are going on a date, but the mention of the actual word brings butterflies to her stomach. "Um; let me…" She attempts to reach out for the basket but Lexa moves it away from her.

"Uh uh!" Lexa chastises, "I'm taking this with me."

"But your arm and ribs" Clarke reasons. "It looks kinda heavy; I can…"

"I'm OK Clarke," Lexa sighs irritated. "I invited you on this date, but you wouldn't even let me meet you at the tower!" She complains. "At least let me have this moment to feel I'm actually in charge here."

Clarke wants to argue because she's concerned for Lexa's well-being, but she has to admit that Lexa has a good point. "Fine," she agrees unconvinced "but if it starts hurting or you feel tired…"

"I'll tell you, I promise" Lexa compromises.

"Good." With the new agreement Clarke proceeds with the reason why they are both here. "So where are we going?"

Putting aside the little impasse, Lexa returns to her teasing mood. "This way," she signals the path to be taken with her head.

Clarke follows eagerly.

…

During a good twenty minute walk, where more than once Clarke tried in vain to convince Lexa to let her carry the basket, they finally arrived at their destination.

It was in the dense part of the forest; where the trees and heavy vegetation barely allowed a person to pass.

"And, here we are" Lexa announces joyfully, stopping in the middle of it all.

"Um," Clarke looks around, curiously and a little skeptical "are we staying here?"

That's when Lexa offers a broad smile. "No, more like here." She shoves over some plants near a particularly large tree and instantly a stairway can be seen.

Clarke observes how Lexa passes the bushes and starts walking down the stairway. She has no other choice but to do the same. Clarke doesn't have to take too many steps down to notice what is behind the mystery of Lexa's spot. "Oh wow," she can't help expel at the vision in front of her eyes.

A small lake surrounded by beautiful plants and colorful flowers, some of them glowing bioluminescence.

The vision brings a mixture of emotions and memories to Clarke's mind, threatening to ruin her optimistic mood. 'That's in the past; live the here and now, with her' a voice deep inside seems to be telling her, and Clarke chooses to listen to it. "This is beautiful," she says loud enough for Lexa to hear.

"It is" Lexa confirms admiring the view, "this was my private hiding place whenever I needed to find myself, to think and make important decisions." She loses herself a few seconds in her own recollections but quickly continues. "I was glad to find it intact after all these years." Lexa turns to Clarke with a sweet grin, "now I want to share it with you. I want to make this place a happy hidden spot, fill it with good memories and positivity; our happy hidden spot." She emphasizes the last sentence assertively.

It makes Clarke very happy to be part of this fresh beginning in Lexa's new life; in being a key factor in these new good memories Lexa is talking about; something she could have never imagined happening. Sometimes it still strikes her as surreal or a dream to be in this situation, in front of the woman she loved and lost so fast and easy. She had been thinking about it since the rumors started, then when she saw her in person she still resisted in believing in it, but after countless nights of processing and finally accepting it, Clarke simply stopped wondering if it's real or not and decided to just let herself go. She's not scared anymore, she wants to live this, to jump off the cliff and claim what destiny is screaming for her to take; Lexa will be hers and this time for good. They are taking the first step here; all she has to do now is to follow Lexa's lead.

"I would love that." The words sound more like a promise on Clarke's lips.

And Lexa gets the message. "Shall we begin?" With that, Lexa extends her hand and takes Clarke to the edge of the lake to officially start the date.

...

Now sitting comfortably on a blanket near the shore, they eat the various snacks and fruits Lexa brought, among laughter and casual conversation.

"Did you date a lot back in the ark?" Lexa question's with genuine interest.

"Not really." Clarke shrugs, "I mean they were not serious dates or anything, just an excuse to go around the ark and make out I guess," she completes with a chuckle.

"Right." Lexa thinks for a second before asking her next query "and… is this a serious date?" One of her brows lifts in a playful manner.

"Um" Clarke's cheeks suddenly become a rosy complexion at the question. "Yeah that-that would be accurate yeah," then feeling completely at ease in Lexa's company, she confesses "my first serious date to be exact."

The confession really amazes Lexa; it is something she wasn't expecting at all. It is really nice to know that despite being older and more experienced than her, she still can be part of some of Clarke's firsts.

Because of Lexa's lack of reply, Clarke fills the void, "and you? Have you dated a lot?"

That works into bringing Lexa back to the talk. "No." The answer is immediate "when I was the commander I really didn't have the time or well Titus wouldn't let me," she admits with some resentment. "I kind of broke some of his rules by seeing Costia; we had a couple of dates or so but after she…" Lexa can't finish the sentence. "I didn't feel like doing that anymore," she ends looking down.

Clarke takes her hand and is about to say something reassuring, but Lexa starts speaking again.

"Well, that is until I met you," she opens up in return for Clarke's admission, "since that moment I begun to consider it again."

It's Clarke's turn to be amazed "Really?" When Lexa nods, she can't help being curious and wants to know more details and to change the mood, "and what did you have in mind back then?"

Lexa is the one blushing now, "oh I don't know… taking you around Polis, showing you my favorite places, have you trying our food... something like that," she finishes playing with Clarke's fingers.

"Sounds nice." Clarke refrains from teasing, finding flustered Lexa too adorable.

Then, in an attempt to move the focus of the conversation onto her, Lexa continues with her questioning, "And what do sky people do on a serious date?"

"Oh." Clarke stops momentarily to consider this one, "currently we don't have many options, it would have been just like a grounder date, but back in the day one of the options was dinner and dancing."

"Dinner and dancing?" Of course Lexa knows what dinner and dancing means but she can't imagine both of them together in the conceptual sense of a couple's date.

Clarke opens her mouth to explain but decides against it; instead a smirk adorns her face. "I'll show you."

"Huh?"

"If you really wanna know how a sky person used to date, then you'll have to experience it for yourself," Clarke states nonchalantly.

"Uh so you're asking me on a second date?" Lexa needs confirmation on what she thinks Clarke is implying.

"That's right!" Clarke confirms confidently. "It will have to be on a weekend, as it is customary; I will let you know later of the exact day, after clearing away some things."

"OK." Lexa can't hide her excitement as she laces her fingers with Clarke's.

"OK."

They remain in contented silence; admiring they joined fingers. Suddenly both look at each other at the same time sensing a deep connection. It seems like the right moment, it feels like a good moment; but neither of them can make the last move to kiss the other.

And those same occasions were repeated throughout the rest of their date; while standing near the shoreline, while admiring a flower or when they bumped into each other while climbing their way back up the stairway.

Even now in front of Lexa's room door, with blue and green irises interlocked. They both want to, they really want to lean in and taste each other's lips but somehow they just simply won't take the first step.

Clearing her throat to get back to reality, Clarke makes her farewells. "So… I really had fun on our date." She remarks naughtily, repeating the words Lexa used the previous day.

Lexa sniggers but doesn't tease back, "me too," she makes sure to stare into Clarke's eyes, despite how the blonde avoids hers.

"I probably won't be able to come tomorrow for lunch, I have a meeting with some ambassadors and also I want to organize my activities to have an entire day cleared for our date," Clarke explains showing longing in her features.

"Of course." Lexa accepts the explanation with no hint of annoyance, showing in its place some expectation, "you have to tell me when our date will be."

"Yeah I will, don't you worry about it," Clark assures and before losing her courage she leans into Lexa's cheek and plants a short kiss, again imitating Lexa's actions the previous afternoon. "Take care." With that she turns away and leaves like a frightened girl who just did something forbidden.

Lexa follows Clarke with her eyes until she disappears behind a wall. She leans on the door frame, smiling stupidly until someone pulls at her arm.

"Inside! you're gonna tell me everything!" Esiry forces Lexa inside the room finding no resistance in doing so.

…

Very late that night and after taking a hot shower, Clarke enters her bedroom ready to revise some work before going to sleep. She has to make a conscious effort to concentrate though, since thoughts of Lexa won't stop popping into her mind, bringing a sly grin to her lips.

The communication system starts beeping.

Clarke sobers up immediately. The only person who could be calling at this time would be her mother, but she is sure Abby is not currently in Arkadia; which means it may be an emergency. She hurries to answer, a bit concerned; waiting for the image to clear on the monitor.

"Sup commander!"

"Raven." Clarke sighs with relief, noticing the smiling face of her friend. "You kinda scared me you know?" She admonishes.

"Sorry, I was just waiting for everybody to be asleep" Raven explains.

"Right." Clarke responds but then something else comes into her mind. Even though she's still very mad at the woman, Clarke needs to know. "How's Octavia?"

Raven exhales, assuming a serious expression. "Better. Not better-better but she's holding up."

"Good." Clarke looks down in thought.

"And you? How are you?"

Raven's question comes with more than just concern; Clarke can tell "I'm doing fine." She gets a little tense when she realizes Raven is observing her weirdly. "And how's everything at the Ark?" She tries to divert the attention.

"Hmm," completely ignoring the query, Raven comments with fake confusion, "I notice you are a bit different, I don't know maybe… radiant?"

"Radiant?" Clarke chuckles nervously. "I've been sleeping well and things are not that bad around here; so maybe that's it."

"No," Raven dismisses. "I think it's something else…" she makes an intriguing pause, then completes her sentence with a brow lifted "or someone else?"

The last sentence threatens to break her usual stern attitude –especially because that 'someone' is brought back again into her head. "I don't know what you are talking about." Clarke's voice comes out deep and firm.

Raven snorts "you're smiling," she teases.

"I'm not smiling!" Clarke exclaims frustrated.

"You are; with your eyes."

At that Clarke opens her mouth but words fail her, she can't find a way to refute the statement.

Having her exactly where she wanted, Raven delivers the final blow. "Are you sure your new found radiance has nothing to do with a certain previous commander now turned into a reincarnated teenager?" She doesn't bother to hide the knowing smirk from her face.

"Wha…" Clarke is blown away by the question. She stares at the screen with eyes bugging out with incredulity "She-she told you?"

"Of course she told me, I'm her best friend!" Raven lets out almost offended.

Clarke shakes her head confused "and… you believed her?"

Raven scoffs "please Clarke; after the reapers, night bloods, the chip, being possessed by Alie and the freaking city of light nothing can really surprise me."

She may not be surprised, but Clarke certainly is. "I'm sorry I just…" Clarke chuckles "this whole thing makes no sense to me yet and it is hard to believe that you…"

"I know," Raven offers "it's fucking crazy huh?"

Clarke only nods astonished.

Taking pity on the state of her friend, Raven speaks. "Look Clarke I called you because I was worried about you, OK. I can't begin to imagine how this thing is fucking with your mind or how you must be feeling. We don't have to talk about this now, but I wanna let you know that you can talk to me about it; I'm here for you."

The sincerity in Raven's words make Clarke feel at ease, "thank you Raven; I appreciate that." Clarke's lips quirk up involuntarily.

"It's nothing really," Raven shrugs. She contemplates her next words before telling Clarke, "You know, it's been quite a while since I've seen you smile like that"

Just then Clarke notices she's smiling. She laughs self-consciously.

"It's nice to see you like this Clarke; regardless of the reason. You deserve it."

It takes all Clarke's will power not to start crying at such a caring comment. She bites her lip to contain her emotions.

Raven knows how difficult it is for Clarke to show her emotional side now that she is the commander; she's conscious of this being a very rare moment and she is grateful she still maintains a special place in Clarke's heart to allow her to see her like this. "Just promise me something," she adds earning Clarke's full attention "promise me that you're gonna be careful but not too much; that you will enjoy every single minute you have with her and…" Raven gets closer to the camera "promise me that you are gonna be happy."

That is definitely something Clarke can compromise with. "I promise."

…

"Wow, that sounds so romantic" Esiry sighs staring up at the ceiling while laying next to Lexa on the bed.

"I know." Lexa can't erase the ear to ear grin from her face.

"Ugh, I can't believe I won't be here for your second date," Esiry laments.

"Why?"

"On Friday I will be with the Boat clan, you know my meeting with Luna."

"Oh the Nightblood training right; sorry." Lexa shows sympathy for her friend.

"It's OK," Esiry exhales resigned. Suddenly she turns to the side and faces Lexa, "promise me that you're going to let me know how it went, when I return; every single detail; write it down if you must!" The teen demands.

'Like if I'm going to forget it' Lexa thinks as she replies "I promise."

…

Clarke chose Saturday for their second date. She told Lexa she would pick her up after sunset; and Lexa dutifully prepared for it.

When the knock on the door finally comes, Lexa rushes to answer it.

"he…" The greeting gets stuck in Lexa's throat; the first thing her eyes land on is an enormous bouquet of flowers that cover Clarke's face entirely.

"Hey there." Clarke lowers the bouquet a bit so she can face the brunette. "For you," she hands the flowers to a very stunned Lexa.

"Oh wow Clarke." Lexa takes the bouquet carefully, admiring the diversity of colors, "they are beautiful" she utters amazed.

"You should put them in a vase before we go," Clarke advices with a delightful beam.

"Yeah of course." Lexa spins around and looks at the vase on her shelf, noticing how small it is. Her shoulders sag in disappointment.

"I think this will do."

Lexa turns to Clarke once again and takes in the large vase at Clarke's feet.

"This one already has water in it."

To say Lexa is impressed is an understatement, "you thought of everything" she says more to herself.

But Clarke heard her.

"Well, I'm the commander aren't I?" Clarke announces smugly. She then picks up the vase and helps Lexa with the bouquet.

Finally putting the vase in the perfect spot, Lexa gives the flowers one last sniff before facing Clarke. "Ready."

"Lets go." Clarke leads the way to the tower.

They walk side by side silently, stealing glances at each other; doing their best not to look like two lovestruck idiots.

…

The chosen location, a room in the tower usually reserved for guests that Clarke arranged to have prepared for the occasion.

"Here we are." Clarke opens the door carefully, making sure Lexa enters first.

Lexa scans the room and the decorations: flowers strategically placed, a single table near the balcony -which has the curtains opened-and a device that she has gotten to know as a speaker on a desk.

"I hope you're hungry." Clarke walks over to the table immediately offering a chair to Lexa.

"I-I am." Lexa stutters with a sudden nervousness she wasn't feeling before. She moves closer and sits down.

Clarke proceeds to uncover the plates on the table, which happen to contain Lexa's favorite food.

Lexa gasps, "how did you know?" She has to ask because among all the things they discussed before, favorite food was never a main topic.

"Well," Clarke explains as she pours drinks into their glasses, "lets just say some previous servants gave me a hand."

"Oh." It's all Lexa lets out; her mouth already watering in anticipation. She is momentarily distracted from the meal, observing Clarke lighting a single candle on the table and finally sitting down in front of her.

"Lets make a toast." Clarke lifts her glass and waits for Lexa to do the same. "For new beginnings!" She states with confidence.

"To us!" Lexa complements just as assertively.

They tip their glasses and sip the contents; each one with different expectations of what the night lays ahead.

…

"And when do you think I can continue my training?" Lexa questions before putting the last bite of food into her mouth.

"Not sure; I'll have to review that with the doctor," Clarke guarantees as she cleans her lips with a napkin.

"OK."

Clarke hesitates only for a second, when something she's been mulling over comes to her. "Hey um…" When she gets Lexa's attention she continues. "Why didn't you find me sooner?" She doesn't want to sound resentful or appear hurt, but she imagines Lexa can read the 'why you left me suffering for so long' look on her face.

Lexa puffs, her own face showing a clear 'where do I begin' on her features. She ultimately chooses the main reason. "If you had a hard time accepting me as I am now; I can't imagine how you would have taken it if I came to you when I was ten years old."

As painful as it was to endure that time alone, Clarke knew she has to accept the fact that what Lexa is telling her makes sense. "Yeah I guess you're right."

Completely wrapped up in the topic Lexa adds, "I really needed you to take me seriously you know. To see me as a grown up… as a woman." She glances at Clarke but quickly looks down blushing furiously.

Situations like this is when Clarke is thankful for all the strict training she went through at the hands of Indra, for now she's able to hold back the 'Oh, I do see you as a woman you don't have to worry about that' from leaving her mouth. "Hmm" it's the only sound she emits, taking her glass and sipping from it to avoid elaborating on the subject.

"Do you like it?" Lexa moves on with a query of her own.

"What?"

"I mean being the commander; do you like it?"

It is certainly an interesting question Clarke has pondered herself many times. "I do," she admits but expounds "it's been challenging, especially at the beginning."

"The rebels," Lexa complements.

"Yeah, the rebels," Clarke affirms "but even then I doubt it was as complicated as you had it back in the day. I'm glad we were able to rearrange things and create another type of civilization."

Lexa nods prompting Clarke to continue if she wanted too.

"But I gotta say, even in the worst of times, something good came out of it."

"Like what?" Lexa shows interest.

"Like the time I was escaping from the ones wanting to kill me, that was when I met Roda my personal servant. She's a lady from the desert clan." She enlightens. "She helped me and kept me hidden for a long while; protecting me only as a mother could." A kind expression appears on Clarke's face, "during that period of time we got to know each other well, telling our stories and all. She lost all of her family years ago and was living as a nomad, without a real reason to live, just surviving."

"That's really sad," Lexa comments knowing exactly how the woman must have felt.

"And well when I came back and things had settled down; I invited her to work for me and fortunately she accepted." Clarke ends in a positive note.

"It's nice to hear that you have people you can trust Clarke; that you're not alone here." Lexa expresses sincerely; having experienced herself how difficult it could be to find someone like that; especially when you are in such a high position.

"Yeah I'm very lucky."

The conversation flows naturally for a couple hours more, until Clarke makes a suggestion.

"Would you like to see the view from the balcony?" She stands up inviting the young brunette to do the same.

"Yes please!" Lexa accepts the invitation without hesitation.

They both move to the balcony, gladly feeling the coolness of the night breeze.

"Woah!" Lexa blurts out appreciating the sight. "I almost forgot how amazing it looks from here." She gets closer to the edge. "Polis looks enormous now; gorgeous."

"Yeah, gorgeous." Clarke whispers, not exactly talking about the city, but rather Lexa's face.

Lexa inhales contently. In the past, glancing at the city of Polis used to cause pressure in her chest from the weight of being the Commander, being responsible for the lives of her people and the uncertainty of not knowing if she would be able to keep them save, or if she would succeed in bringing them the peace they urgently needed. But now she's free from that duty, now she's just a girl living her own life with only one mission: to stay with Clarke. "Thank you," she murmurs turning to Clarke.

"For what?" Clarke is taken aback by the unexpected phrase.

"This," Lexa points down at the city. "You made this possible Clarke; you brought us peace, you made us grow, you saved us. Thank you," Lexa hopes her eyes can convey her gratitude.

Clarke gets closer to Lexa "No, thank you. You started this, I just finished it." She takes Lexa's hand, "you gave me the strength to continue; without the constant reminder of your words and work I wouldn't have been able to do it."

Lexa squeezes Clarke's hand in silent acknowledgment; like two leaders proud of their efforts and achievements.

Without having to say it out loud, both are grateful to be here together. They don't know how, they don't know why, but here they are ready to embark on the journey life denied them sixteen years ago; a second chance Clarke and Lexa are ready to take at any cost.

The mood is starting to get very intense; Clarke can feel it; so she decides to change it with something a little more light. "Come with me." She pulls sweetly on Lexa's hand, bringing her back inside. Without letting go, she walks over to the speaker and presses a few buttons.

A second later, music surrounds the whole room.

"We had the dinner, now we have the dancing." With that Clarke places her hands on Lexa's hips and begins swaying them both to the soft melody of the music.

Lexa is unable to say anything; she's mesmerized by how wonderful everything is at the moment. She places her arms around Clarke's neck, letting the blonde take control over her body; at the same time, trying to follow the movements as best as she can.

The soft instrumental music plays along as the two move together, attempting to find a rhythm not only for their bodies but also their souls.

As the time passes Clarke feels more daring, testing some moves, even twirling Lexa around making her giggle.

A moment of existentialism strikes Clarke; making her wonder how is it that life stole all those years next to Lexa, making her miserable; but almost immediately realizing that it may not have been the right time, maybe things probably wouldn't have been the same, that she wouldn't be the same. 'This is the right time.' Her mind seems to be telling her 'life was preparing you for this moment. There's no war or imminent death to worry about, just you and her; that's the only thing you have to care about, you and her,' with that last thought Clarke focuses on enjoying the dance and the girl in her arms.

When weariness begins invading their bodies and after verifying the lateness of the evening, Clarke puts a stop to their fun.

"Oh Clarke, c'mon!" Lexa argues.

"It's getting late, you are still in recovery; if you really want to get back to your training any time soon, you need to take care of yourself."

As usual, Lexa has no argument against Clarke's assertion. She just pouts resigned and obediently gets ready to return to her room.

As they walk back to the dorm, Clarke itches to take hold of Lexa's hand, but she refrains in fear of drawing attention to themselves. 'Not yet.'

In a similar position they were in yesterday, under the threshold of Lexa's bedroom door, they prepare to say goodnight.

"So that was a sky people date huh?" Lexa starts flirtatiously playing with Clarke's jacket collar.

"You can say that." Clarke responds in kind, supporting one of her arms on the wall.

"And is there a chance we will have a repeat any time soon?" Lexa suggests without shyness.

"Maybe; if you behave," Clarke remarks self-assuredly.

Lexa chuckles enjoying this playful Clarke; but before they have to part ways she states "everything was perfect Clarke; the flowers, the date… you." She fixes her eyes on Clarke's.

"I," Clarke gulps forcing her mouth to expel what she has on her mind. "I can think of something that would make everything even more perfect." She bites her lip nervously, but doesn't dare to do anything else.

"Me too." Unable to hold back the tension anymore, Lexa pulls at Clarke's collar with both hands bringing her face close to hers and connecting their lips in a long awaited kiss.

Clarke knows she should be embarrassed about the tiny moan that escaped her lips at the contact but right now she couldn't care less.

Their lips move slowly at first, savoring everything they have to give; they probe, they taste, they tease. This is nothing like the unexpected kiss in the tower which was full of desperation and uncertainty; this kiss has desire, excitement, passion, love.

Liking it so much, Lexa deepens the kiss; smirking at the way Clarke moans again, eagerly responding to the force of it.

When Clarke feels her body reacting to the kiss in more than just joyfulness she pulls away reluctantly, leaning her forehead against Lexa's.

Lexa lets out a sigh catching her breath.

"Told you it would be perfect." Clarke murmurs; her breath still raging.

"Yeah." Lexa expels just as breathless.

A little more calm, Clarke finally detaches from Lexa's body, "we definitely will have a repeat" she promises, offering a sly grin.

"I can't wait" Lexa beams happily.

"I'll see you soon," Clarke says without taking her eyes off the brunette.

All Lexa can do is nod.

They both lean in at the same time, their lips joining again in a tenderer kiss.

With a final peck, Clarke moves away.

Lexa's hand caresses Clarke's cheek for a few seconds. "Take care," she tells Clarke as her farewell.

"I will," 'for you' having said that Clarke steps back giving Lexa a last yearning glance before departing.

Having already closed the door, Lexa leans against it; her body buzzing with delight. Her second date with Clarke turned out better than expected and she can hardly wait for the next one so she can see – and kiss- her favorite blonde. She looks at her bed with mischievousness in her eyes. Even though she really likes the girl, Lexa is relieved Esiry is not currently in the dorm, because what she's about to do, needs to be done now… and without any interruptions.