Chapter 3
Clarke was so nervous for tonight's date; she started getting ready for it around 3:00. First she started off with a nice long bath, and took her time shaving her legs, arm pits, everything. When she was done with the bath, she sat on her bed with just her towel cutting her nails and toenails. Then she picked out what she was going to wear for tonight, but didn't put it on yet; instead she puts on just a t-shirt and sweatpants. She goes in the bathroom to blow-dry her hair and then cult it. She brushes her teeth and then starts on her makeup. Since Clarke still had some time, she decides to paint her nails a color that matched the dress she was planning on wearing. She watches some TV while they dried. Her phone vibrated because she received a text and she was surprised to see that it was Lexa.
Lexa Woods: Wait, you're not allergic to anything, right?
Clarke Griffin: Nope I can eat everything.
Lexa Woods: You better, I've been cooking for hours now.
Clarke Griffin: I'm very impressed.
Lexa Woods: Wait until you taste it....
Clarke Griffin: I'm not sure if that's supposed to make me feel better or not
Lexa Woods: ;)
Clarke quickly changes into her dress and checks the time. It was 5:20 now, and she checks herself in the mirror. She looked ready to go, but whether she felt ready was a whole another story.
Clarke parks her car in front of Lexa’s house. The house was nice and small and the front lawn was perfectly kempt and had beautiful rose bushes. The blonde walks up, and is definitely starting to feel a lot of nerves setting in. She rings the doorbell and Lexa opens the door a few seconds later.
“Clarke,” Lexa smiles sweetly. “Come in, please.”
Clarke was about to make some witty remark, but the smell of food sent her a reminder of how hungry she was. “Whatever you’re making smells amazing.”
“Thank you,” Lexa walks to her dining room. “You can set your coat wherever. Food is almost ready, so you can take a seat,” and she disappears to her kitchen.
Lexa’s house was beautiful and homey; one could hardly tell that there was a 4-year-old living here, if it wasn’t for all the pictures hung on the wall. The vast majority of the photographs were of Anya, from when she was born up until now. Many photos had an older couple, which Clarke was guessing to be Lexa’s parents. And then there were some pictures of Lexa. She was with Anya in most of them, and there was one that seemed to be her and three of her friends. Clarke wonders if she still keeps in contact with them. Something Clarke was not seeing was Anya’s father; not that she’d know what to look for, but the were no pictures of a man other than Lexa’s dad anywhere.
Lexa comes in the dining room with two empty glasses of wine, and a bottle of wine, “You like wine?”
“Oh, god, yes,” Clarke walks over to take a glass from the brunette. Lexa pours wine for both of them and they clink their glasses before taking a sip. “Mmm,” Clarke hums tasting the wine.
“Mhm,” Lexa nods and sets her glass down. “Be right back.”
Clarke sits down swirling the red liquid around. It was soft and fruity, and Clarke takes another sip. Lexa comes back in with two plates and sets one down in front of the blonde and the other in front of herself.
“It’s pasta cavatappi with pesto, mozzarella and ricotta cheese blend, tomatoes, grilled chicken… and other things,” Lexa explains. “And also garlic bread.”
“Wow, it looks so good,” She looks at Lexa who just sat down. “Where’s Anya, by the way?”
“She’s with my parents. She’s spending the night so I don’t have to worry about picking her up after this,” Lexa takes a bite of the pasta.
Clarke does the same, “Oh, my god,” she couldn’t stop herself from talking with a mouthful.
“Better than I thought, honestly.”
After a few minutes all that was heard was the quiet chewing and forks clinking against the ceramic plates. Clarke was starving and there was something about Lexa today that is making her feel more at ease. Or maybe it was the wine? She’s already drunk a whole glass, but she can’t be this weak with alcohol. Either way, she wanted to talk to Lexa, but didn’t feel as nervous anymore.
“Those are beautiful pictures of Anya,” Clarke points at a frame that held eight pictures of just Anya.
“Oh thank you,” She turns to look at them. “Yeah, she’s such a cutie.”
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but,” Clarke suddenly didn’t know how to phrase the question. “no dad? Not that one needs a dad. Or I mean- It’s okay if she doesn’t- Uh, I mean…” Never mind, her nerves where back and with full force.
Lexa giggles a little, “It’s okay. There’s no dad. Anya never knew him. I barely knew him. It was a one-night thing… But I don’t regret it, because I got Anya,” Lexa doesn’t meet Clarke’s eyes when she smiles.
“Hey,” Clarke reaches for Lexa’s hand. She didn’t know what to say, but she was happy that Lexa was so positive about that. “She’s an amazing gift.”
“Yeah,” Lexa nods. “Anyway, what type of movies do you like? We can watch one after this if you’d like.”
Clarke retreats her hand to take her glass of wine. “Any really, except horror. I need to be in the mood for them, and I’m not feeling it tonight,” she sips her wine.
“Noted,” Lexa also took her glass. “We’ll just scroll through Netflix or something.”
When dinner finished, Lexa told Clarke to take a seat in the living room while she cleared the table. Clarke walked around the living room just looking at everything. There were pictures, drawings, and a bookcase full of books.
“I brought you more wine,” Lexa announces when she came in.
“Thank you,” Clarke stands close to her to grab the glass.
Although Clarke had said that she wasn’t in the mood for a horror movie, now she was feeling like she wasn’t in the mood for any movie. With the wine clouding her fear, she wanted Lexa, so she went in for a kiss.
When they separate from that sudden but soft kiss, Lexa whispers ever so softly, “Wow.” It was so quiet, that Clarke thought that she might actually have imagined it.
Lexa leans in for another kiss, her lips so soft and willing. Clarke’s other hand found itself snaking around Lexa’s waist to pull her closer, but she might’ve done it a bit to fast because a little bit of wine dripped from Lexa’s glass, splashing on Clarke’s other arm and then on the floor.
“Oh, crap, I’m so sorry,” Clarke immediately says.
“No, no, it wasn’t your fault,” Lexa sets down her glass on the coffee table and Clarke does the same.
“It’s red wine. Fuck, I-”
“Clarke, honestly, it’s fine,” Lexa grabs Clarke’s. “I know how to get these stains off. It’ll come off, don’t worry.”
“I’m sorry, though,” Clarke chuckles. “Man, I suck at dates.” She slaps her forehead laughing.
“You suck? I’m such a loser I completely forgot I was holding the wine when we kissed,” a slight blush creeps on both girl’s faces. “Just leave it, I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
They both took a seat on the couch, rather close to each other. Clarke leans on Lexa as the starts Netflix up on the TV. The brunette puts her arm around Clarke, and she curls up closer to Lexa. They finally decide on a Christmas special, even though it was the middle of spring, because they didn’t really care what was on. A few minutes into the movie, Clarke starts playing with Lexa’s other hand. The blonde looks up at the movie and didn’t understand what was going on anymore; she was too busy studying the other’s fingers.
With the little bit of courage she had in her, Clarke lifts up her head to meet Lexa’s gaze.
“You have beautiful eyes,” Lexa whispers.
Clarke answers with a kiss. Her hand lifted up to Lexa’s neck to deepen the kiss. They stay like that for a moment, but then Lexa shifts so she didn’t have to crane her neck so much, but Clarke pushes her back and moves herself so she’s straddling the brunette’s legs. Lexa’s hands land atop her thighs, unmoving at first, but then they moved down towards her knees toward the hem of Clarke’s dress. Then she slowly inched upwards, pushing the dress with her fingers.
The slowness was driving Clarke crazy already. Her hands slide down from Lexa’s hair to her chest. Clarke wanted Lexa to know that she wanted her. Without any announcement, Lexa grabs Clarke tightly by the waist and stands up. Clarke squeals in surprise but then crossed her legs behind Lexa so that she wouldn’t fall. They continue on kissing as Lexa walks. The blonde was only half paying attention to where Lexa was taking them, but she knew it was the bedroom.