Detective Lexa Comes Knocking
1:30 a.m. - Friday, January 13, 2017 - Clarke’s Apartment
The sound of a key sliding into a lock filled the quiet and dark apartment before Clarke hastily pushed herself into her living room. Dropping her purse to the ground with a huff she flicked on the light switch that resided right next to her front door. Light flooded the blonde’s apartment as she walked into her kitchen to pull open her fridge and grab a bottle of water and taking a long swig of the cold liquid.
Clarke turned around to face her kitchen island before placing her water down and picking up her mail that she had completely forgotten in her haste to get to work. Once done going through her usual letters of bills and junk mail she walked down her hallway and into her bedroom. Clarke did a quick once over of the decent sized room before her eyes landed on the large easel that was housed in the corner near her closet. Sitting on the wooden stand was a large canvas who’s no-longer-white surface swirled with different shades of blues. Clarke quickly made her way across the room before stopping in front of the easel where she proceeded to stare at the paint covered canvas.
Clarke placed her hands on her hips before reaching over into one of the jars that rested on the table next to the easel to pull out an angled painting brush. She then reached for the tube of black acrylic paint that was strewn along the top of the table like the other tubes and bottles of paint. After grabbing the parallel palette off the edge of the table, Clarke squeezed the paint tube to allow the black substance to rest on the white plastic. Dipping her paint brush into the acrylic she hesitantly brought the brush to up to the canvas only to let it hover mere centimeters from the cotton fabric.
After what seemed like decades Clarke swiftly dropped her brush and palette back onto the table before turning around and pacing around the space in front of her bed. She placed her hands on her forehead before pushing her hands through her blonde locks and letting out a deep sigh.
“I’ve been working on this damn painting for almost two weeks now and all I’ve finished is the background. What the hell is wrong with me?”
Clarke continued to pace not noticing that her steps got heavier each time her foot met the hard wood. She continued her constant pace while trying to conjure the image that she so desperately had been trying to paint the past couple of weeks. After deciding that she could no longer stand to look at the canvas that still rested on her easel, she made her way over to her art supply covered table. She stretched over the top of the table to try and reach the blank canvas that rested against the wall behind the large piece of wood.
Before Clarke’s fingers could grasp it a knock from her front door startled her and she ended up falling atop the table and knocking down her brush filled jar. Millions of glass shards scattered across her floor and Clarke was suddenly very glad she had yet to remove her shoes. Pushing herself off the table, she quickly looked down at the brushes and glass that littered her floor.
“Shit.” That was the only word Clarke could let out as she made her way out her bedroom and out into her living room to find out who was knocking at her door at such an unusual hour. She pushed a little hair out of her face, realizing that her hands had also become covered in paint, before opening her door.
Clarke looked up and froze as a pair of the most deep and alluring green eyes stared their way into her own ocean blue eyes. In front of her stood the most gorgeous woman that Clarke had ever had the pleasure to lay her eyes upon. Messy wet locks of brown hair hung over the woman’s right shoulder leaving slight wet marks on her shirt and the tanned skin of her legs seemed to pop from the black sleeping shorts that she currently donned. Clarke quickly stopped her inner self from concocting the image of what those legs would look like wrapped around her hips and looked back up into those amazingly green eyes.
“Yes? Can I help you?”
Clarke could tell the brunette was having trouble forming words with the way her mouth hung open slightly and her throat tightly clenched as if searching for water. Clarke squinted her eyes in concentration as she tried to form some reason as to why the woman was at her door at such an early hour. After realizing that the brunette had still yet to speak, she did a little cough in hopes to pull the girl out of her daze. Green eyes widen slightly before the woman cleared her throat and looked Clarke back in the eyes.
“Um..yes. Actually I was wondering if you could keep the noise down a little. I can hear you pacing through my ceiling.”
When those words reached Clarke’s ears her eyes widened and she could feel the blush that creeped up her neck and onto her cheeks. Clarke couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up and out her mouth as she finally came to understand that she was the reason brunette was knocking on her door at such an hour. She bobbed her head before looking back up into those beautiful green eyes.
“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.” Clarke could see the woman’s eyes travel to her paint covered hands and scrubs before looking back at her.
“Oh. It’s fine, but maybe not at almost three in the morning when people are trying to sleep. You do walk rather loud.”
The brunette let her head fall down little before letting out a laugh that sent shivers running down Clarke’s back. Clarke looked at the brunette with a mixture of amusement and curiosity as she waited for her to meet eyes with her once again. What she didn’t expect was for the woman’s eyes to take the time to travel up her frame before stopping to linger on her lips. Clarke could tell she was having an inner conversation with herself and tried to bring her out of it with a simple question.
“My names Clarke Griffin. And you are?”
When she didn’t answer Clarke raised her eyebrows slightly and looking at her through her eyelashes with a questioning facial expression. The brunette seemed to finally leave her thoughts behind as she blinked rapidly and looked back at Clarke.
“I’m sorry. Did you ask me something?” Clarke felt her amusement reach her eyes as she let out another laugh and repeated her question.
“I said, my name is 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.”
Clarke felt confident with doing a little flirting after having caught Lexa slowly checking her out. Though she was a little worried that she had made her uncomfortable as she noticed her dropped her gaze and looked around at everything but her. Clarke could feel her throat get a little tight and cleared it before it could get any worse. That seemed to catch Lexa’s attention as she looked up at Clarke through her long black lashes. Her green eyes took another quick scan of Clarke’s body before any words left her mouth.
“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?” Clarke could have sworn she saw an almost hopeful look pass through those green eyes when Lexa spoke those words, and she suddenly found herself hoping that maybe they could be something more than neighbors.
“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.”
“Undercover? A police officer maybe? Damn, that’s hot.”Clarke tilted her head to the side before letting her eyes wonder up and down Lexa’s body once more.
“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.”
“A detective, even better. I would totally be okay with having her arrest me one day.” Clarke couldn’t help the large smile that broke out over her lips. As her thoughts got the better of her she quickly formed a soft smirk before feeling her eyes glaze over with lust.
“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.”
Once Clarke had fully shut the door she leaned against the wooden fixture and let out a breath she didn’t even know she had been holding. When Lexa had spoken her name all she could feel was a flash of heat make its way into her body and make her feel as if she were on fire. Clarke raised her hand and fanned herself before pushing off the door and heading back towards her room and into the connecting bathroom. She jumped into the shower and quickly turned the cold water all the way on in order to cool down her overheated body. After making sure that all the paint was gone from her body she walked back into her room to throw on an oversized t-shirt and some flannel pajama pants. Clarke quickly made her way over to her bed after turning out the lights and wrapped herself in her sheets before letting her mind fall into dreams of a green eyed detective swooping her off her feet.