A Little Trouble
“Lexa,” Clarke let out a whispered breath of the woman’s name as the brunette walked right up to her.
“Clarke. It’s good to see you again.”
Clarke felt as though someone had sucker punched her in the face. Standing before her was her downstairs neighbor in a gorgeous black dress that showed off her curves in all the right places, and Clarke could also see the tattoo that occupied her right bicep. She glanced up at Lexa’s face only to get lost in the sight of her luscious lips painted a deep blood red. Clarke could hear Lexa chuckle a little as she came out of her thoughts.
“See something you like Clarke?” When Clarke heard those words she could feel her cheeks grow warm with a blush before inhaling deeply and avoiding eye contact with woman. She heard a light giggle and looked up to see Lexa with an amused expression.
“I’m joking Clarke. It’s nice to see you here tonight. Out with a date?”
“Oh…um. No, I’m actually here with some friends. They’re sitting right over there,” Clarke turned to point behind her at friends that were all sitting around the table sipping drinks and laughing. Clarke turned back to Lexa to see a confused look come over the brunettes face.
“Bellamy, Lincoln, Raven, and Octavia? You know them?”
“Yeah. Raven, Octavia, and I met in high school and have been friends ever since. About two years ago I met Bellamy and Lincoln through Octav— wait, how do you know them?” As Clarke and Lexa continued to talk they slowly made their way over to stand in front of the bar before ordering some drinks.
“I met everyone after I became a detective and was partnered with Bellamy. Lincoln and Raven were also part of my unit but I more or less got to know them through Bellamy. Now that I’m thinking about it I remember one night when we were out after Raven was a little more than tipsy saying about a blonde friend who was too busy with work to have a good time. I’m not sure how many blonde friends she has but seeing as to how you’re the first blonde I’ve seen since then she must have been speaking about you.”
“Guilty. I’ve been way over worked these past few years at the hospital to even think about going out as much as I used to. Sure, I’ve been to some lunches and dinner here and there but I just barely have the energy to come out so late anymore.”
“Hospital, huh? I remember you wearing scrubs last night. Are you a nurse?”
Clarke dropped her head down and chuckled a little at the memory about last night and how embarrassed she had been about making such noise and keeping her neighbor awake. She stopped mid giggle to look back up at the questioning woman.
“No, I’m a doctor actually. I mostly work in the ER but I’ll do an occasional surgery on days when were short staffed. You’d be surprised how fast I can go from listening to someone’s heartbeat through a stethoscope to holding someone’s liver in my hands.”
“I couldn’t do it. The thought of holding someone’s life in my hands, like literally in my hands, makes me sweat.”
“Well you are a detective. You don’t have to be a doctor to hold another person’s life in your hands. I mean I’m sure you’ve stopped someone from shooting another person right? Or at least something along those lines.” Clarke could see that Lexa looked taken aback for a minute as she thought over her words.
“Well, I had never really thought of it like that. I guess that in the heat of the moment with things like that I’m all too focused on stopping the criminals from doing harm to anyone.”
“There you go. You’ve held someone’s life in your hands then. I mean of course it’s not they’re actual source of life, like someone’s heart, but you’ve still saved lives.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Both women continued to talk for a few more minutes before Anya came walking up between them and ordering a drink from the bartender. After taking the drink she turned around to learn against the counter and look at both Clarke and Lexa.
“Lexa, aren’t you going to introduce me to this lovely lady who seems to have captured you’re attention so much that you forgot your poor sister,” Clarke watched as Lexa rolled her eyes before giving the dirty blonde haired girl a mock glare.
“Clarke this is my annoying older sister Anya, who can’t help but to bud into people’s business. If she’s bothering you just tell me now and I’ll send her packing back to where she came from.” Clarke laughed as she watched Anya feigned a look of hurt and put her hand to her chest.
“Dear sister, how you wound me so with your harsh words,” Anya turned towards Clarke before extending her hand in greeting,“Don’t listen to her. I’m not as nearly as annoying she is. Trust me.”
Clarke snorted out a laugh before taking Anya’s hand in hers,“It’s nice to meet you, Anya. And I’m sure your both as equally annoying.”
Clarke watched as a smirk played over the older girl’s lips as she looked her up and down. She could also hear the distinct sound of Lexa almost snorting out her drink and laughing at her words.
“I like you. You’ve got some balls on you kid.”
“Oh, my names Clarke by the way. And thanks. Can’t be a doctor without having some kind of resilience to playful banter.”
“And you’re a doctor too? Well this ones a keeper Lexa. Don’t let her slip through your fingers. One wrong move and she’s gone. It was nice meeting you Clarke but I’m actually going to go find myself a little play thing for tonight.” Clarke’s eyes widen at the woman’s words as she walked away to leave her and a blushing Lexa behind at the bar.
Lexa shook her head before looking back up at the blonde,“Please ignore her. She’s been trying to, in her words,’get me a girl for the last century.’ If I were you I wouldn’t believe a word she says about me until you’ve confirmed it with me.”
“Sure you’re not just saying that so you can have a chance to deny any and all embarrassing stories she may tell me in the future?”
“Not at all. One time when I was dating this girl during my first year of being a detective Anya told her that I shot a man in his genitals just for looking at me wrong. After that I never heard from her again. I knew Anya didn’t like her very much so I figured that was the only possible reason for her telling her something like that. She’s very infamous for budding into my relationships and causing trouble, whether it be from making up stories to straight up telling me she doesn’t like the person I’m dating.”
Clarke let out a full blown laugh at Lexa’s story, not believing that Anya could do such a thing to her sister. She and Lexa continued to talk about Anya’s crazy antics before Octavia pulled both girls out onto the dance floor and stopped next to the rest of their friends. Raven and Anya were both jumping to the music together while Octavia and Lincoln both moved to the rhythm in each other’s arms and Clarke could also see Bellamy dancing with a girl she didn’t recognize. Before Clarke could look around for a dance partner she felt a hand rest on her upper arm and turned to see Lexa smiling out her with a questioning look.
“Would you like to dance with me Clarke?” Clarke gave Lexa a large smile before nodding her head and turning to fully face Lexa before putting her hand in the brunette’s.
“I’d love to.”
As both women found a comfortable rhythm their bodies got closer and closer to one another and before long Clarke had turned around in Lexa’s hold to push her backside into Lexa’s lean hips. She felt herself smile as she felt Lexa’s hands come to rest on her hips and help move her to the beat of the fast pace song. Before both women knew it they were getting lost in the feeling of each others bodies, not caring if anyone happened to stare at them.
Second Floor V.I.P Loft Section
Along the railing in the Grounder’s V.I.P Loft stood a large muscular man with short, cropped black hair looking out over the crowded dance floor. The man took a couple glances at some grinding couples before his eyes feel on a specific curly haired brunette. Pulling out his phone he opened up his photo files to confirm what he already to be true. After looking back to make sure the woman had not moved he turned around to look at a dusty brown haired man sitting on the velvet couch surrounded by scantily clad women and sipping some scotch whiskey.
“Hey boss. I think you better have a look at this.”
The man, not bothering to ask what it was about, casually pushed the women off him to walk over to the other man who handed him his phone and looking at the photo on the bright screen. His eyes held a predatory gleam as he recalled the need for a picture of the brunette.
“Where is she?” The black haired man quickly leaned back onto the rail before pointing in the direction of the woman, who currently was grinding with an unfamiliar blonde.
“Just who I’m looking for and I didn’t even have to work to find her. My, my, she looks mighty cozy with that lovely blonde down there. I want all the details of the blonde, starting from who is to what her relationship is with our little friend down there. I’m going to make sure the little bitch pays for what she did to my business.” After hearing a firm ‘yes sir’ from his, as he liked to call them, employee the man turned back around and walked back over to where he had placed his glass of whisky before picking it up and smirking into the glass as he took a large gulp. Things were going to go very bad for the brunette before she even knew what was happening.