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Lexa clacked away busily on her keyboard while Costia walked out of their shared bedroom in nothing but a band tee. She plopped herself on the desk beside Lexa's laptop and crossed then uncrossed her legs to get the brunette's attention. Lexa's emerald orbs traveled the expanse of exposed alabaster skin before once more focusing on the task at hand.
"No," was all Lexa said.
Costia then hopped off the desk and set herself in Lexa's lap, kissing her neck.
Lexa sighed half in pleasure and half in annoyance, "Cos... I need to have this report ready for Kane by tomorrow."
Costia pulled back to look into forest green eyes seriously. "I'll tell Marcus there was an emergency."
"And if he finds out that "emergency" was not in fact an emergancy?" Lexa raised her right eyebrow at the girl in her lap.
"He won't," Costia whispered in Lexa's ear, sending a shiver down the latter's spine.
Lexa pushed her laptop to the side to prevent an accident before connecting her lips with the other girl's.
Knock knock knock
Lexa detached her lips to face the door. She moved to get up but the girl in her lap wouldn't let her.
"Ignore it," Costia turned Lexa's head back towards her with a finger under her chin.
Knock knock knock
"Could be important," Lexa said before lifting Costia up and placing her back down in the chair she was just sitting in.
Lexa placed a sweet kiss on Costia's lips. "Be right back," she smiled.
The brunette swung the door open but looked back at Costia once more, not noticing the blonde at her doorstep.
"Hi."
That familiar voice hit her like a freight train. She swiveled her head around, hoping against hope that it wasn't (was) her...
"I broke up with Bellamy," the voice spoke again.
"Clarke..." Lexa breathed. "What are you doing here?"
Then she remembered the half-naked girl in her apartment, and closed the door behind her.
"Let's not do this here," Lexa said before walking down the hallway with the blonde in tow.
The brunette kept walking until they were both on the streetside pavement.
"Is this far enough? Your girlfriend still might hear us from here," Clarke joked. "She's lovely, by the way."
Lexa spun around and stared at the blonde for a minute.
"What are you doing here?" Lexa repeated.
"I broke up with Bellamy."
"Yes," the brunette sighed, "You said that already."
"I want to be with you." Lexa chuckled darkly, "Funny."
She sighed before saying, "I imagined this exact situation everyday since you left. Not a single day went by where I didn't think about you."
"But I can't be with you..."
"I- I can't be with someone that walks out at the first sign of trouble. I need someone reliable."
It was Clarke's turn to laugh then. "First sign?"
"I'm sorry, I know I put you through a lot, but my mom just died, Clarke. I'm sorry I didn't bring you breakfast in bed."
"No, Lexa, you had your time to mourn. Trust me, I know all about that." Clarke's father died when she was eighteen.
"But there came a time when your mourning just turned to moping. And here you were, pushing me, Indra, and Anya- people who actually care about you- away over a woman who never cared to spend a single minute outside of your birth to get to know you."
"I tried everything, Lex. Until I couldn't take it anymore..."
Lexa whispered, "Her death didn't break me as much as you did."
"You left me when I needed you the most; packed everything, and left without a word."
Clarke sobbed.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry... I know there's nothing I can do or say to justify my actions but," the blonde wiped her eyes with her sleeve , "Being with Bellamy showed me that the time we had together- albeit short- was the only time I truly felt loved."
Clarke took a step towards the brunette tentatively, afraid she might scare the other girl off. She slowly reached up to cup Lexa's face. "I love you, Lexa."
Lexa peered into the blonde's now-reddened eyes. "How will I know you won't leave? You've done it once. You could do it again."
Clarke sighed, "What can I do? To make it up to you." She searched the brunette's eyes beseechingly.
"I love you, Clarke. But how can I forget?" Lexa had an impeccable memory. She could eerily recall conversations from decades prior. It was a 'superpower' that was highly useful; sometimes joyous, sometimes painful. Clarke knew little of what happened to Lexa post-breakup. As far as she knew, Lexa could very well have fallen off the face of the earth. She'd overhead Anya's whispered worries about Lexa, but nothing more. From what she could tell, the brunette was definitely changed. No longer light-hearted and carefree, was she.
Lexa sighed, "Clarke, you were miserable. So was I. I love you... and sometimes that means letting go."
"Goodbye, Clarke." Lexa kissed Clarke fully on the lips before stalking off, tears flowing freely from viridescent orbs.
She could vaguely hear the blonde call out for her. But so focused, was she on replaying the events that just transpired, that she didn't notice the rapidly approaching cement truck. Before she knew it, her body was flung across the quiet TonDC street.