Hello Clarke
“Yes? Can I help you?”
Those words rang through Lexa’s ears as she continued to stare at the blonde in front of her. All words seemed to leave her mouth as those blue eyes squinted slightly in her direction. It wasn’t until the woman let out a little cough that Lexa remembered her reason for coming up in the first place.
“Um..yes. Actually I was wondering if you could keep the noise down a little. I can hear you pacing through my ceiling.”
Lexa’s throat seemed to go dry as she saw those blue eyes widen slightly in understanding. She also couldn’t help but notice the blush that ran from the woman’s neck and up to her cheeks. The blonde let out a quick melodic laugh and slightly bobbed her head up and down before looking back up towards Lexa.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize anyone could actually hear me. Saying it out loud sounds kind of weird but pacing really helps me concentrate on my paintings.” Once those words left her mouth Lexa finally took in the paint covered scrubs and hands that rested on the edge of the door.
“Oh. It’s fine, but maybe not at almost three in the morning when people are trying to sleep. You do walk rather loud.”
Lexa dipped her head down and let out a quick laugh before looking back up to the blonde who now looked at her with an amused and curious look in her eyes. Lexa took the time to study the blonde once more. Her slightly tanned skin only seemed to make the color of her eyes shine brighter, if it were possible. Her lips formed a dazzling smile and Lexa wondered what they would feel like against hers.
“Whoa Lexa. You don't even know the woman’s name yet and you’re already thinking about kissing her?!”
Before Lexa could continue her inner self shaming she looked back towards the blonde only to realize she must have asked a question if the way she was looking at her was anything to go by.
“I’m sorry. Did you ask me something?” Those blue eyes held a bit of humor in them as the woman let out another laugh.
“I said, my names Clarke Griffin. And you are?”
“Sorry. My name is Lexa. Lexa Woods.”
“Well Lexa, I’m sorry my pacing has caused you to loose some sleep. I’ll try to do my pacing before 2 a.m. as to not keep you from your beauty sleep. Not that you need it.”
Lexa couldn’t help the flash of electricity that shot through her body when a smirk appeared over Clarke’s lips. She quickly looked down and around before she let her thoughts get the best of her. After a minute Clarke quickly cleared her throat and that was when Lexa peered back up at her through her long lashes. Lexa took did another once over of Clarke before speaking.
“Well, I’m sorry to have interrupted you in the middle of painting. I just hope we can forget this mess and be good neighbors?” Lexa was shocked to find that she actually hoped that the blonde would forgive and forget and want to become friends, maybe even something more.
“Dammit. You’ve only just met her. Get a grip Woods.” Clarke let out a long sigh before looking Lexa in the eyes once again.
“No need to apologize. I’m sorry for waking you. I know it is crazy to be painting so late at night, but it is one of the only times I feel inspired. And yes, we can just forget this night and hopefully be civil neighbors. I don’t think it'll look good to the landlord if someone keeps banging on my door in the middle of the night telling me to quiet down.”
“Glad to hear it. But please, don’t stop painting on my account. I only ask the noise to stop. Working undercover for a long period of time with barley any time to sleep soundly can take its toll on some people.” Clarke’s head took a quick tilt to the side and Lexa could see her eyes scan over her pajama clad body.
“Undercover? Does that mean you’re a police officer?”
“I’m a detective actually. I’ve been undercover for about a month now. Just finished the job tonight.”
Lexa saw a wide smile take hold of Clarke’s lips and then it turned into a soft smirk, her eyes darkening to a deep blue that could rival the ocean.
“It’s nice to know that a detective lives right below me. I could always use some damsel in distress saving. Anyways, I think it’s best if I went ahead and called it a night. It was nice meeting you detective, and I’m sorry once again for the noise. Goodnight Lexa.”
“Goodnight Clarke.”
Those were the only words that could slip through Lexa’s lips as Clarke gently shut her door. Lexa couldn’t help but replay Clarke’s words over and over in her head. Did she really just flirt with her or was Lexa losing it? Before she could go any further into the thought process Lexa took a quick turn and made a bee line for the stairs and back to her apartment. After removing her slippers and once again climbing into her bed, Lexa couldn’t help the image of Clarke standing in her doorway smirking at her that floated around in her mind. What Lexa once thought was going to be a dreamless sleep turned out to be filled with dreams of a certain blonde hair, blue eyed beauty.