Chapter 43
Lexa rolled over and stretched, as she arched her back she felt soft hands slide across her abdomen and a warm mouth attach itself to her hip. She grinned as her hand moved forward and her fingers became intertwined in Clarke’s long blonde locks, relaxing into each of the kisses that were being dropped against her skin.
She hadn’t planned on spending the night with Clarke, at least, not like this. But all it took was that small kiss from Clarke and her body was burning. It was kind of funny, how easily her body reacted to that. She knew, even before Clarke stepped away, that she wanted to spend the night with her, that she wanted her. But then, Clarke was performing, the sound of her voice was soothing, but the movement of her body, the expressions on her face, everything about her just kept working her up even more. By the time the set was over, Lexa couldn’t get to her fast enough. She needed to touch her, to taste her – she just needed her and thankfully, Clarke was totally receptive to her gutsy advance.
Though she did call her possessive. Shit. Maybe she had gone a little too far? But then again, here they were, so maybe not.
Clarke moved suddenly, straddling her lap and Lexa whimpered slightly at the feeling of her against her skin. “Hi,” she managed to get out.
“Good morning,” Clarke smiled down at her, before moving to drop more kisses on to her neck.
Lexa tilted her head, allowing herself to get lost in the feeling.
Clarke’s teeth grazed against her lightly, causing her hips to buck slightly and Clarke giggled against her neck.
“You think that’s funny?” Lexa asked quickly.
“I think it’s cute,” Clarke replied as her lips continued to move against Lexa’s skin.
“Hmm,” Lexa hummed as she moved her hands to Clarke’s hips.
“So, you were pretty hot last night,” Clarke whispered softly.
Lexa blushed slightly, but didn’t say anything.
“I mean the way you just,” Clarke shivered, “came in and took…” she rolled her hips forward slightly, causing her breath to catch.
“Fuck,” Lexa’s breathed as she sat up, wrapping her arms around Clarke’s back and running her mouth up the length of her neck.
As she pushed her body up, Clarke let out a light gasp and arched her back. “Yes, please,” she whined before claiming Lexa’s lips again.
Yeah. It was far too early to get out of bed anyway.
A couple of hours later Lexa was sitting with her back against the headboard, just watching Clarke sleep. This was something that had long since become a favorite pastime, she could do it forever. She loved everything about it. From the sound of Clarke breathing, to the way she murmured, and the way that her brow would always furrow and her nose would crinkle. It was, without a doubt, the most adorable thing ever.
Lexa grinned before quietly climbing about of the bed and slipping into some clothes. Coffee. That’s what they needed.
“Hey,” Lexa greeted her sister as she entered the kitchen.
“Morning,” Anya said as she glanced up. “Damn! I didn’t realize that you brought a vampire home.”
“Not a vampire,” Lexa chuckled lightly. “Just Clarke.”
“Clarke did that?” Anya’s eyes went wide. “Hot damn, she’s…”
Lexa shot her a warning glare. “Careful,” she grinned before pulling two mugs out of the cabinet.
“Lex!” Anya laughed. “It’s like a damn claiming bite.”
“It is not.” Lexa chuckled again. “She just got a little, overzealous.”
“Yeah, so I heard.” Anya rolled her eyes. “So, sex on Valentine’s Day, anything I should know?”
“No,” Lexa answered without looking at her.
“God, you two are killing me,” Anya groaned as she dropped her head into her hands.
“Meaning what?” Lexa asked as she filled both of the mugs.
“Meaning that you need to cut the crap and get together already,” Anya replied bluntly.
Lexa turned and looked at her. “Stop.” Fuck. Here we go again.
Just then Raven came limping into the kitchen wearing Anya’s robe. “Morning,” she yawned.
Lexa’s eyebrows shot up at she turned and looked at Anya. “Anything I should know?”
“Shut up,” Anya growled as she glared at her. “Stop avoiding the issue.”
“What’s the issue?” Raven asked as she sat down.
“Nothing,” Lexa answered immediately.
“That Lexa and Clarke need to stop dancing around and actually deal with whatever’s between them,” Anya said as she crossed her arms.
“Agree.” Raven said simply with a stretch.
“Anya,” Lexa began.
“Lex, you just spent the most romantic night of the year, sleeping with the woman that you so totally love,” Anya cut her off and pointed down the hall. “Obviously, there’s more than just friendship there.”
Raven’s eyes went wide. “Wait, what?”
“Of course I love her,” Lexa fired back. “She’s my best friend.”
“How can you be so smart, and still so dumb?” Anya questioned rhetorically.
Lexa shot a quickly glance towards Raven. Anya needed to stop. She needed to stop talking, right now. This could fuck up everything between her and Clarke.
Lexa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Anya, enough,” she said quietly, but firmly.
“You and Clarke spent the night together?” Raven asked, her voice seemed odd.
“What are you so afraid of?” Anya interjected quickly.
“I'm not afraid.” Lexa replied sternly. “It's just, it’s... it's not like that.”
“It is like that.” Anya insisted. “She loves you, you love her. The only thing that you two are lacking is the damn title. So, if you’re not afraid, what is it?”
“Enough.” Lexa spat loudly. “God. Just, stop.”
Picking up the two mugs of coffee Lexa quickly made her way out of the kitchen and back down the hallway. Pausing in front of her door, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. With everything that she had going on right now, that was the last thing that she needed.
Everything between her and Clarke was fine. Someday, when they were more settled into their lives, who knows, maybe there could be more – if Clarke even wanted more or came to want more. But right now, they both had too much going on, too much that they were trying to accomplish and what they had worked for them. Everyone needed to just back off. Fuck. They knew what they were doing.
Taking another deep breath, Lexa stepped into the room and grinned when her eyes fell on Clarke. She was lying on her side, with the sheet pulled all the way up to her eyes. When her eyes opened, they sparkled beautifully. “Hey,” her voice came out raspy and muffled.
“Hey,” Lexa smiled as he closed the door behind her. “I brought you coffee.”
“Thank you,” Clarke said as she sat up and took the mug. “Someone named Nia called you.”
Lexa's brow furrowed slightly. “You answered my phone?”
Clarke shook her head. “I grabbed it to make it shut up,” she explained, “and saw the name.”
“Oh,” Lexa replied as she picked up her phone. Looking at the screen, she found that Nia had left her a message.
– Lexa, Nia here. I have some great news. Give me a call as soon as you can. Bye now.
Lexa felt her eyebrows pop up slightly. Great news?
“Who’s Nia?” Clarke asked curiously.
Lexa looked up and her and noticed a sheepish looking smile cross Clarke’s face. "She’s a friend of mine,” she answered simply, “and the editor at one of the magazines that I write for.”
“Oh,” Clarke nodded as she set down her mug and pulled on one of Lexa’s large t-shirts.
Lexa and Nia had been friends for awhile and Nia would have loved to take her on board at the magazine, but there just wasn't a position for her. They’d had lunch a couple of weeks ago and discussed all of the articles that Lexa had been turning out. Nia wanted to put some together and send them out to some friends of hers, in the hopes of helping Lexa move forward with her career. Lexa happily agreed. Could this news have something to do with that? Lexa swallowed hard, feeling her heart rate spike a little.
“Would you mind?” She asked looking at Clarke as she held up her phone.
“No,” Clarke shook her head and sipped her coffee. “Go ahead.”
Lexa sat down in her chair and dialed Nia back.
“Hey Nia, what's up?” Lexa said when Nia answered.
“Lexa, I have fabulous news.” Nia responded happily.
“Okay?” Lexa waited.
“I heard back from a colleague of mine and she wants to work with you,” Nia explained, “All things considered, it's an amazing opportunity.”
Lexa felt her jaw drop slightly as her heart flipped. ”What?”
“Can you meet to discuss the details?” Nia asked.
“Of course.” Lexa nodded. She didn't even have to think about it.
A few minutes later when Lexa hung up the phone, she just sat, feeling slightly stunned.
“Are you alright?” Clarke's voice broke into her thoughts.
Lexa blinked and looked up. “I have to go meet Nia,” she answered as she got to her feet. “I think I’m about to be offered an actual job.”
Clarke smiled. “That’s awesome,” she told her as she slipped off of the bed and pulled her into a hug.
“Yeah,” Lexa said as she hugged her back. “Holy shit.”
They laughed for a moment.
Lexa already felt shocked and she didn't even know anything about the job yet. Suddenly a thought entered her head and she looked at Clarke. “You don't mind if I go?”
Clarke smiled again. “You're too sweet,” she answered warmly. “Go. I’ll ask Anya to drive me home.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Lexa said with a grin. “She needs to take Raven home anyway.”
Clarke eyes went wide. “Raven spent the night?” She laughed.
Lexa nodded. “Apparently,” she grinned
“That little shit,” Clarke grinned back at her as she started to get dressed.
Late that night Lexa was sitting at her kitchen table, lost deep in thought. Her meeting with Nia had been great, greater than she could have ever expected, but now she needed to process. Nia hadn't been lying when she called it an amazing opportunity, it definitely was, but it also required some serious thought.
Suddenly Anya sat down across from her. “You okay?” She asked, looking at her curiously.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” Lexa assured her. “Thanks for taking Clarke home, by the way.”
“Of course,” Anya nodded. “So, what's going on?”
“I got offered a job,” Lexa explained quietly. “Assistant Editor.”
Anya’s face lit up. “Lexa, that's incredible!”
Lexa nodded, but she couldn't stop her brow from furrowing slightly. It was incredible. It really, really was.
Anya eyed her for a moment. “Why do I feel like there's more to this story?” She questioned her knowingly.
Lexa looked up and as their eyes met, she sighed. “Isn't there always?”