We Do Terrible Things for the Ones We Love

 Clarke is fine until she sits down at her desk and the last twenty minutes comes flashing back in brilliant hues. It shakes her, how easily it was for Lexa to manipulate her into this whole situation. Though on one hand she felt for Lexa, how terrible it must be to have something so close and yet just out of reach, but on the other, she just had a feeling this would all end badly.

The work day passed as usual, she ran errands, filed paper work, got coffee and lunch and even had time to help Octavia find the records she needed to hand into the corporate office. “See, these pinks ones always go to the higher ups.” Clarke comments, smiling at the younger woman.

“See, they don’t tell you that when they train you, they just say that some go to corporate and that your supervisor will let you know which ones.” Octavia huffs, organizing the stack of papers by dates. “And we all know how helpful our supervisor is…”

Clarke glances over her shoulder toward Mr. Blake’s office, sniggering. “O, he’s your brother.” She smiles, nudging the brunette’s shoulder.

“Doesn’t mean he’s good at his job.” She replies, shaking her head as she pins the papers together, sliding them into a manila envelope. “Besides, he only got this job because our mom blew the reginal manager.” Octavia mumbles, only loud enough for Clarke to here.

“Oh, stop.” Clarke chides, slinging an arm around the girl’s shoulders. “Why don’t you forget about your family for a little while and come out and have drinks with me and some friends? I have someone who wants to meet you.”

Octavia cocks a brow at her friend, but before she can inquire about who it is that Clarke plans on setting her up with, Lexa leans against the wall of the cubicle, a smirk on her face. “Oh, hey boss.” She says instead, offering a slight smile.

“Octavia, Clarke.” Lexa smirks slightly, arms crossed over her chest. “What are you two planning in here? It can’t be good if you’re both involved.” She teases, eyes darting between the women.

“Clarke invited me out for drinks with her and her friends and apparently she’s going to try and set me up with someone.” Octavia replies, smile growing wider at the look on Clarke’s face. “You should come with us.”

The blonde was at a loss for words, never thinking Octavia would ever invite their boss out to the local bar with them. “Yeah, y-you should come.” She manages to spit out, internally cursing at the look Lexa was currently giving her.

“I would love to come out and have drinks with my fiancé and her friends.” The brunette says coolly, smirking as Clarke’s jaw drops open.  “It will give me a chance to get to know them all before the wedding.”

Clarke blinked a few times, before clearing her throat. “Lexa, darling.” She nearly growls the word as moves to squeeze the brunette’s arm hard. “I thought we were going to wait to tell people.” Her eyes narrow at her boss, who just continues to smirk.

“Oh my god, you two?” Octavia asks, her brows raised at her two friends. “You two? A couple?” She starts to chuckle, but the sound dies off at the look the two give her. “You’re not joking, are you?”

“Why would I ever joke about being engaged to this beautiful woman?” Lexa asks, moving to put an arm around Clarke’s shoulders, pulling the blonde into her side. “We’ve kept our relationship quiet, didn’t want people to think I would give Clarke special treatment.”

Clarke’s teeth grind together as she nods, leaning into Lexa without thinking, enjoying the comforting warmth that radiates through the brunette’s suit jacket. “Exactly, so back on track, let’s meet up at Mount Weather around eight?”

Octavia nodded, biting her lip. “Yeah, alright.” She agreed before glancing at the clock. “I need to go clock out, so if you’ll excuse me.” She nodded toward the exit of her cubical which the two were currently blocking.

“Right, right, sorry.” Clarke murmurs, shoving Lexa out of the way, stepping out of the way herself. “See you later, O.” She smiles, watching the younger girl walk away.

Clarke sighs softly, turning her attention back to her smug looking boss, eyes narrowed. “Just for that you’re buying me a ring to show off.” She huffs before turning on her heel, to head back to her own work space.

Lexa smirked, watching her walk away before shoving off of the wall. “This should be fun at least.” She chuckled, though her heart pounded in her chest. She hadn’t really meant to spill it all out in front of Octavia, but the idea to get it out had come and she had acted on it without much thought. She could tell Clarke was upset, but she would deal with that later.

Eight o’clock comes around sooner than Clarke would have liked, but still she shows up at the bar, dressed for a good time. She smooths the sky blue fabric of her dress, shivering despite the fair weather.

“Here.” A voice says softly, before a soft, silk lined blazer is draped across her shoulders. “Can’t have you catching a cold.” Lexa murmurs, her lips brushing against Clarke’s ear.

The blonde shivers once more, resisting the urge to lean into the warm body that is only a few inches from her own. “Y-you don’t have to do that.” Clarke finally manages to say, daring to look into those pale green eyes that seem to stare into her soul.

“I know, but I wanted to.” Lexa replies, pressing a kiss to the tip of the blonde’s nose, a slight smile on her face. “I brought you something.” She says, pulling a small box out of her pocket.

“Oh my gosh, did you actually go out and buy a ring?” Clarke asks, her eyes wide with shock as she looks down at the little velvet box. “I didn’t think you actually would, I mean I was only half serious when I said that.”

The brunette shrugs slightly, opening the box and presenting the ring to the blonde. It was silver, the band seemingly braided around the base of a decent sized sapphire. “Only the best for you.” Lexa winks, sliding the ring onto Clarke’s finger.

Clarke flushes red, opening her mouth, only to be cut off by a pair of strong arms wrapping around her. “What’s up Griffin, my main chica?” The tanned woman chuckles, squeezing the blonde tightly, unaware that she was interrupting a moment.

“Rae, you’re squishing me.” The blonde murmurs, though her arms slide around the older girl, a smile on her lips. “But it’s good to see you again.”

Raven pulls away from her friend, arm slung around Clarke’s shoulder, bunching up the fabric of Lexa’s jacket. “And who is this fine looking lady?” She asks, smirking slightly, looking over Lexa’s tall frame with appreciative eyes.

Clarke clears her throat, glancing between Raven and Lexa, trying to judge their emotions, but can pick up nothing more than curiosity for the moment. “Raven, this is Lexa, my fiancé…Lexa, this is Raven, my ex and my best friend.”

The blonde can sense the change in the atmosphere in an instant, both girls standing a little taller, Lexa’s eyes narrowing ever so slightly at the other girl. “It’s nice to meet you, Raven.” Lexa says, her voice cool as she extends a hand out to Clarke’s friend.

Raven takes Lexa’s in her own, firmly, shaking once with a smile full of charm that just looked so natural on the woman. “You as well.” She replies before taking her hand back, pulling away from Clarke. “Now, where is this girl you were raving about last night?”

Clarke shook her head, glancing over at Lexa before speaking. “Oh, Octavia should be soon.” She responds, running a hand through her hair with a slight smile. “She’s really excited to meet you.” Clarke lies.

Raven rolls her eyes at her friend, smirking. “You’re a shit liar, Griffin.” She chuckles, mock punching the blonde in the arm. “I bet you just told her to meet you here and that you had someone you wanted her to see, right?”

The blonde snorted, arms crossing over her chest as she glared at her friend. “I did no such thing.” She huffed, her lip poking out slightly.

Lexa chuckled softly them, seeming to slip into her usual work persona, complete with a charming smile. “I mean, she’s not lying.” She smirks, an arm going around Clarke’s waist. “She just invited Octavia to have drinks with her and her friends so.”

Raven’s brow furrows slightly, a grin spreading across her face. “Ooh, Griffin found a lady who calls out her bullshit, I like it!” She giggles, shaking her head at the pseudo couple. “I think you and I will get along just fine, Lex.”

Lexa frowned slightly at the nickname, but let it pass as she spotted Octavia walking toward them. “O, over here!” She yells over the music that’s started thrumming through the door, waving a strong arm through the air.

Octavia’s head snaps up, a smile on her lips as she waves back, quickening her pace until she’s standing beside the group, giving Lexa a one armed hug. “Octavia, this is Raven, she’s Clarke’s friend.” Lexa introduces them, putting her free arm around the small girl’s shoulders. “Raven, this is Octavia, my best receptionist on the team, she’s nothing like her slacker brother.”

Octavia blushes slightly, offering Raven a hand. “Don’t let her fool you, I have to have Clarke help me with filing, so really I just take calls and occasionally get coffee, I’m not the best by any means.”

Raven takes the offered hand gently, shaking it once with a warm smile on her face. “Now, I highly doubt that.” She murmurs, her dark eyes twinkling in the low light. “But since we’ve all been introduced and I doubt Miller and Monty will be showing up before ten, why don’t we all go in?”

Clarke agrees by dragging them all through the door, pausing only so that everyone can show their IDs. She moves them all to a booth close to the dance floor, the bass pulsing through the air. “Who wants to dance?” The blonde asks, leaning against the table, looking at them all expectantly.

“I need a little alcohol in me before I go anywhere near the dancefloor.” Raven admits, sliding into the booth, brows raised at her friend. “But you already knew that.”

Octavia nods along with Raven, scooting in until she’s sitting next to the other woman, a slight smile on her face. It’s Lexa who stays standing, a smirk on her lips as she offers Clarke her arm, slipping her blazer off of the younger woman’s shoulders.

Clarke blushes slightly, gaze flickering between Lexa and her friends before taking the woman’s arm, walking with her to the dance floor. “Do you even know how to dance?” She asks over the pounding bass.

Lexa has to fight the urge to roll her eyes and instead settles on tugging Clarke’s hips until they were pressed together, moving their bodies in time with the beat that thudded through them. Fire when the strobe hits you, you bet you're looking for something new, whoa, oh, oh I feel the heat with you starin' off across the room. I dare you play your cards, boy.

Clarke bites her lip when Lexa grinds their hips together in time with the stuttering bass of the song, sliding a hand into chocolate locks, the other gripping the front of her boss’s crisp button up. “I guess I shouldn’t have underestimated you…”

Lexa smirks at her, emerald eyes twinkling in the low light, full of something Clarke can’t quite make out. “I would say I told you so, but since I didn’t actually say anything, I suppose I’ll keep it to myself.” She chuckles, dipping her head to brush soft lips against the blonde’s ear. “But I’m sure you’ll come to realize that underestimating me in any sort of way, won’t work out for you.”

Clarke shivers at the warm breath against her skin, tightening the grip on Lexa’s hair, tugging at the strands gently. “Yes ma’am.” She replies, reveling in the soft sound that starts in the back of the brunette’s throat at the statement. “Oh, does someone like that?” She asks before she can stop herself.

Lexa swallows hard, thankful that the blonde isn’t able to see the blush that crawls up her neck and into her cheeks. “I plead the fifth.” She manages to say finally, grazing her lips against Clarke’s neck in an attempt to seem like she was still in control.

The blonde chuckles softly, scraping her nails against Lexa’s scalp as she pulls the woman closer. “That’s not the answer I wanted.” She murmurs into the brunette’s ear, goosebumps erupting along her arms.

The taller woman shudders slightly, digging her fingers into Clarke’s hips. “Too bad.” She replies, pulling away just enough to look into her sapphire eyes.

It’s Clarke’s turn to smirk before she pulls away from Lexa’s grip, determination flashing in her eyes. “I guess I’ll just go and drink then.” She winks before making her way back to their friends, leaving a slack jawed Lexa staring after her.

The brunette stood there for a moment, blinking after her pseudo girlfriend, shaking her head a bit before finally following after her, mumbling to herself until she reached the table, finding that someone had ordered her a drink. “Cabernet?” She asks, settling into her seat next to Octavia.

“Yeah, I remember you ordering a bottle when we scored that big publishing deal back in November.” Octavia answered, sipping on a violently pink drink.

Lexa nodded, picking up the wine, glancing over at Clarke who seemed a seemed a little put out as she turned to engage Raven in conversation. The brunette rolled her eyes before leaning over to whisper in Octavia’s ear. “So, how do you like your set up?”

The younger girl blushes slightly, taking a sip of her drink before clearing her throat. “She’s very…intriguing.” She murmurs back, eyes on the Latina across from her. “I’m kind of glad I came.”

The editor chuckles lowly, shaking her head. “I’m sure she’ll be glad you came too.” She teases, earning a slap to the arm from her young friend. “What? Just because I’m your boss, means I can’t make jokes?”

“Not at my expense.” Octavia giggles, shaking her head as she sets her drink down, trying to ignore the looks they were getting from their friends. “But it was funny, I will give you that.” She grins, shoving Lexa’s shoulder gently before turning back to their dates.

“What just happened?” Clarke asks, brows raised at the women. “Looks like Lexa was actually being funny.”

“I will have you know I am very funny when I want to be.” Lexa snorts, bumping her foot against Clarke’s ask she speaks. “It’s not my fault you’re usually too buried in a book to listen when I make jokes.” She smirks, thinking back to all the late night editing sessions they had shared where Lexa had tried to be friendly and promptly failed.

Clarke rolls her eyes, leaning her arms on the table, giving Lexa a good look at what she had to offer. “It’s not my fault my boss likes to keep me up all night.” She replied, smirking while Lexa actively kept her eyes focused on the blonde’s forehead.

“Ew, so did not need to know that’s what you two do when you stay at the office all night.” Octavia frowns, downing the rest of her drink in one gulp. “Gonna need more vodka to get that image out of my head.”

“I don’t know, Clarke’s usually not one for sex in any sort of public setting, Lexa must have the magic touch if she got her to get down and dirty in the office.” Raven chimes in, smirking at the pair. “Look at you two blushing like idiots.”

Clarke reacts first, slapping Raven’s chest hard enough to leave a faint red mark, before speaking. “Would you shush.” She huffs, crossing her arms as she glared at her friend.

“Knew you couldn’t keep your hands off me.” Raven teases, before reaching over to ruffle Clarke’s hair. “And I’m just messing with you, you know that’s about ninety-five percent of my communication skills consist of sarcasm and giving you shit.”

The blonde lets out a sigh, fixing her hair before waving down the server. “Can I have a whiskey sour please?” She asks, offering the girl a smile.

The server took down her drink order before asking if they needed anything else. “Another Panty Dropper for me.” Octavia pipes up, fiddling with her empty glass.

Raven and Lexa declined anymore alcohol and instead opted to watch their dates try and keep up with one another. “I don’t think this is going to end well for either of us.” Lexa says after watching both girls down their fifth drink each.

“That’s alright, you take your lover home and I’ll get Octavia back to her place when the time comes.” She replies, chuckling lowly at the two drunken girls. `

Lexa agrees, shaking her head at the two before checking her watch, they had only been at the club for an hour and yet both girls were damn near plastered. “Hey Clarke, why don’t we head home?” She asks, brows raised at the blonde.

Clarke lets out a laugh, finishing off her drink before responding. “You just wanna get me in bed.” She slurs, a dopey grin on her face. “The great Commander wants to bed me.” She giggles, slapping a hand on the table.

“Commander?” Raven asks, a smirk on her lips as her gaze flickering between the two women. “Where did that name come from?”

“It’s a nickname they came up with in the office.” Lexa replies, running a hand through her hair. “Because as most put it, I am a cold hearted bitch who takes no prisoners.” The brunette shrugs, eyes rolling slightly.

“It’s cause you rule the firm with an iron fist.” Octavia giggles, waving the server down for another drink. “Just today she fired Jasper cause he freaked out about no gettin’ published.” She grins, nudging Lexa gently.

“Damn, Clarke apparently has a type.” Raven chuckles, getting shoved by the blonde. “She likes strong women, I’m one of the few female bioengineers at my company, the best if I do say so myself.” She boasts, shrugging her shoulders as if it’s not a big deal.

It takes all Lexa has not to roll her eyes at the Latina, opting instead to smile approvingly. “Well done.” She says, turning her attention back to Clarke. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Clarke lets out an exaggerated sigh as she shoves herself out of the booth, stumbling in her heels. She would have hit the floor if it hadn’t been for the pair of strong arms that grabbed her around the middle. “I’ve got you.” Lexa’s warm voice murmurs into her ear, holding her steady.

The blonde shivers slightly, righting herself as she looks to Lexa, a slight smile on her face. “Thanks.” She replies, moving to wave to their friends, allowing the editor to lead her out of the club.