Tenerife Sea
You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
The way it falls on the side of your neck
Down your shoulders and back
We are surrounded by all of these lies
And people who talk too much
You got the kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us
It was a beautiful Sunday with only a little too much wind for any liking. Clarke couldn't believe how it nice it was out considering it was the middle of December.
The only thing that was on her mind was the woman standing on the deck. Her breathe was taken away from the woman in the dress.
It caught her by surprise when Lexa showed up in the light blue sundress but it had been her favorite look yet. The loose brunette hair fell down her shoulders to go along with her new carefree attitude.
After yesterday's date Lexa had taken the rest of the days Clarke was here off so that they could spend some time. Not wanting to do anything extravagant or intrude on her weekend she asked Lexa to do what she normally does on Sunday while she tagged along.
To no surprise Lexa had drove them to a dock of boats where, as you can guess, her boat floated.
“I thought we were going to do something more laid back Lexa.”
“You asked me to do what I do normally so I follow orders.”
“So you just go for a boat ride casually?”
“You ask too many questions Clarke.” Grunting the blonde followed her onto the boat.
It surprised her that the boat wasn't as big as she imagined. Despite its length there was only two seats and wood floor at the rear with a metal bar wrapped around. They sat quietly enjoying the breeze and smashing waves against the boat.
So much time was spent in the crazy whirlwind of life. Surrounded by people none ever taking the time to look at her the way the woman driving the boat did.
Lexa had drove them out, far away from any visual on civilization. The boat had come to stop and floated while Clarke moved to sit at the rear feet dangling in water.
With Lexa fixing something up Clarke took in the breeze of the sea. It was a smell she hated as a child but grown to love. The water itself had no smell but what was inside. Smells of sea creatures that is infused by the heavy smell of salt mixed with water from the spray which the wind ushers.
Rarely was she able to be at peace but the soft rocking was as if she were a child in a cradle. No worries or stress consumed her body. The only problem was she began to shiver not having worn the right clothes.
Lexa had already beat her to it as she came from behind and wrapped a blanket around the shivering Clarke before sitting down next to her.
“Thank you.”
“What are you thinking about Clarke?”
In honesty her mind was rambling with all different thoughts but one kept coming back.
“Pain.” Her own life had been well but of the recent years it seemed to be the only thing she had known.
Putting up a front was incredibly easy. Even trying to fake it until you make it motto was in use for her. At the the end of the day though nothing could remove the dull ache that rested inside.
“I’ll let you know one day if it ever goes away.”
“What if it doesn't?”
“Then maybe it was never meant to hurt only you have chosen to perceive it that way.”
“I'm not sure I understand.” Lexa looked over to Clarke who snuggled herself into the blanket like a burrito. A cute burrito, if that were a thing.
“Take your father's death. If that pain never subsides then maybe it was only you that perceived it that way.”
“Lexa he died.” She emphasized the death part as that were enough evidence in itself.
“His death wasn't meant to hurt you but allow you to further yourself in life. If he were still around who knows if you would be the same woman today.”
Clarke took in the information always knowing Lexa had some sort of wisdom hiding up her sleeve. Being a business woman was definitely a wrong career move her but she seems content so far.
Lexa turned around to grab two rods in which she handed one to Clarke.
“Fishing?”
“Practice connection.” Clarke examined the rod as if she were unsure what to do with it.
“Can you not fish?”
“I can. Just some old memories attached to it.”
Nodding her head Lexa threw it in as Clarke followed suit. She relaxed a little to lean back against the wall only Lexa remain in her spot.
“Sit up.” Lexa commanded pulling on her rod.
“Another lesson?”
“You close up your heart because you're afraid. Entrust it with someone who cares.”
“Who?”
“Mother nature. Connect with the water instead of letting your heart remain closed off.”
Clarke crossed her arms in disbelief. Lexa had proposed connecting with the water would help her get more fishes. That was absurd as fishing was just based on luck.
“I'm sensing you want a bet.” Lexa glanced to her side to see the smirk of a false victory on the blonde.
‘Very much so.”
“Stakes?”
“Winner picks what we do tomorrow?”
The girls shook on it just as Clarke was able to bring in her line that was being tugged. Smiling profusely she picked the fish up and removed the hook.
“Are we throwing back in?”
“No.”
“You eat these?”
“No. I give them to the local market.”
“Let me guess, for free.”
“They need it much more than me Clarke.”
There it was the compassion that consumed Lexa Woods. Every bone in her body was seemingly designed to put the world before her. Its was one of the many things that was making the woman in her eyes more beautiful inside and out.
After an hour Clarke was winning as she showed off her bucket in an arrogant manner.
“Don't worry Lexa, I'll keep us alive during a zombie apocalypse.”
“That requires you to fight them off.”
“I can totally do that.” Clarke scoffed while scouting closer until her skin was brushing against hers.
She may be brining in the food but she has seen the way Lexa fought and it was probably good to have. “But I'll keep you around just in case.”
“Who says I'm going to save you?”
“Because I’m the breadwinner here and you need me.” She had wailed the fish in sarcasm in front of her face in which Lexa tried to dodge.
“Clarke.”
“Come on Lexa, you said you gotta feel the nature. Admire my victory fish.”
Both their rods rested against the rail awaiting for their bait to be taken. Lexa tried to swat the fish away but Clarke was persistent. Causing Lexa to become advantageous as she gripped Clarke's wrist which let the fish drop.
“Is this why they call you the Commander?” Clarke took a large gulp visible to the green eyes that rapidly became dark.
With bodies touching and faces just inches from the other the atmosphere increased with tensions. It was taking their strengths not to let their bodies cave in to the desires only Lexa wasn't so sure she could wait anymore.
“I want to kiss you again.” Lexa had whispered.
Despite witty comments the two constantly threw at each other neither could really come up with one. Only one thing on their mind and that was thirst of lust yearning inside them.
Clarke took initiation this time letting her lips crash against hers. The feeling of adoration for the girl in her arms that could make her feel as if her body was in a constant state of bliss, filled inside.
This was something she was more than excited to get used to.
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Sweat was dripping in her eye in which she could not remove as her shirt was already smoking wet. Flies kept biting and her muscles were becoming sore. This was the last thing she wanted to do.
“We less than a mile left Clarke.”
“I am never listening to you again when you say something is fun.” Clarke was heavy breathing with her hands rested on her knees.
“It's a beautiful day.”
“For lounging on the beach or a walk in a park not a twenty mile hike!”
Lexa walked back down to where Clarke was waiting. She handed her a bottle of water which she chugged down. The hiking could have been much more bearable if it were not for the Miami heat.
“You lost the bet.”
“The first and last time that will be.” Lexa shook her head with a smile as they finished the trail at Tropical Park.
Clarke had been winning up until the last hour when Lexa just gained a plethora of fishes. In Clarke's eyes with complete luck but Lexa went on a whole rant of connection and patience with earth.
Clarke suggested she write a book with all that knowledge in her head. It could be a bestseller with the way she had already spoken. Her thirst for knowledge was only for her benefit she didn't really care to share that private part with others.
Lexa chose to hike as she had been missing her daily workout due to time with Clarke. It was pleasantly wonderful for the business woman to have someone beside her side to things she had done so long in solitude.
She plopped down at the edge of the trail. Heat rose from the cement causing her body to burn up. It was her last concern though as she couldn't catch her breathe.
“Working out releases endorphins.”
“I don't feel any happier Lexa.” The brunette fell on the ground to help the girl sit up.
To her enjoyment and Clarke's surprised she kissed her softly cupping her face with one hand.
“Better?”
“Much.” Clarke hummed against her lips as she pulled away with a smile.
“Perspiration is good too.”
“And what does that do for me?” Clarke arched a brow unaware of Lexa's quipped remark.
“Nothing for you. I just get to watch you all hot and sweaty.” Lexa added with a wink as she began to move towards the town car awaiting them.
Clarke really had to pick up her game.
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You look so beautiful in this light
Your silhouette over me
The way it brings out the blue in your eyes
Is the Tenerife Sea
“I think you can put professional lazy bum on your résumé.”
Waking up from her haze, Clarke instantly felt her mouth drop at the sight staring in front of her. So shocked, she had to remove her sunglasses to make sure she really was awake. She had shamelessly fallen asleep on the beach of Miami on her last day. The only reason still being here was because of the girl standing in front of her.
The throbbing between her legs embarrassingly increased when she saw Lexa but not just any Lexa, a very very wet Lexa. The green eyed girl was wearing a black bikini having just come out of the water from, as one can guess, from surfing. The surfboard was dug into the sand next to her as she smiled with the radiating hot sun shining from behind her.
“I like speechless Griffin.” Clarke threw her head back into the sand letting a loud groan and a ‘fuck you’ after resting on her elbows.
This was some sort of twisted fantasy she was having right now. She hadn't had a release in a very long time not even from herself. Lexa was only making it worse with a perfect six pack plastered to her body. The woman could not physically be more perfect.
Her wet brunette hair fell to the right side of her body opposite of the one leaning against the surfboard. Clarke might as well have been looking at a model from a swimsuit magazine. She hadn't really been thinking of fucking but the sudden thought had consumed her mind.
Lexa sat next to her letting the water shake off her. It caused Clarke to lay on her stomach with a loud grunt to avoid eye contact and the water.
Checking the sand Lexa noticed the sketchpad laid out on the side. Since Clarke wasn't paying attention to it she picked it up. It was herself.
Without really knowing Lexa had become the only thing on Clarke's mind. She scanned the drawing of herself in the water. Lexa casually sat on the surfboard watching the sun rise from out of the ocean.
It was in complete black and white but it was easy to imagine the colors that were meant to go there. Unfortunately she had forgotten how good Clarke's drawings were. It re-sparked an idea she had been toying with and couldn't wait to show Clarke now.
Carefully putting it down she admired the blonde for a few moments. It had been by far the best week of her life. Nothing on her mind with the exception of the girl. She had tried things she never done before and found a new flirtatious side of herself.
When Clarke had took off her sunglasses she had no idea how her blue eyes reminded her of the peace she once knew. A few years ago she laid in the beaches of Tenerife, an island in Spain. The ocean was something she admired respecting its beauty and the dangers it held as she floated void free of gravity.
The way the sun shone off the golden sand reflecting into the tranquility of the waves. No words could capture its essence yet only a few words could portray its beauty, just like the woman who laid before her.
Clarke was Tenerife. She was a beauty of wonders but lethal taking no prisoners. Staring into the blue eyes they put her on cloud nine highlight by the brightness of the blonde hair.
Lexa, enjoying the squirming of Clarke, ran a finger down Clarke's spine. To the benefit of Lexa and frustration of Clarke she wore a bikini as well allowing the touch to be against her bare skin.
“Lexa.” Clarke drew out trying to avoid the moan caught in her throat.
“So the bum does speak.”
“The bum is not home.” Lexa began to draw patterns on her shoulder as her other arm dangled over her knees. If it were up to her she could remain here all day with Clarke.
“Can I leave a message?”
“At the beep.” Clarke made a beeping noise after a few seconds signaling she could go.
Lexa got risky letting the coquettish side of her out. Carefully she jumped over Clarke so that her body hovered hers except it did not touch. With hands on either side of her she took a cautious breathe in Clarke's ear freezing up her entire body.
“Tell Ms.Griffin that not only she is the most beautiful women in the world,” Clarke smiled at the way Lexa could make the butterflies move inside her just by kissing her shoulder. “but that I also cancelled her flight to New York.”
The smile was wiped off her face in revelation. Lexa quickly jumped off knowing Clarke was going to turn around and scream at her.
As if on cue, “You did what?” Clarke sat looking up to Lexa whose arm were crossed.
“You make it sound like it’s bad thing.”
“Lexa, Octavia and I need to get back to New York.”
It had been almost a week since their first date which meant the girls needed to get back home.
They had explored much of the city getting to know the other better. Still Lexa had refused to hold Clarke's hand in public. At first she assumed she had a pet peeve but Lexa refused to show any affection while other people were around.
She would only kiss the girl in complete privacy. The kisses were softer than the first one. Every time Clarke tried to deepen it Lexa would pull away.
Octavia suggested she hadn't been intimate in a while so she probably wanted to take things slow. Raven thought Clarke was just a bad kisser despite Octavia vouching for her. In which Raven still tried to figure out how she knew.
“I just changed your form of transportation.”
“To?”
“My private jet.” Lexa whispered afraid Clarke was going to attack her.
As guessed, Clarke jumped up as Lexa started to back away with hands up in defense.
“Lexa.”
“I thought we had an understanding. I'm going to protect you.”
“You don't have to do it twenty-four seven.” Lexa rolled her eyes pulling Clarke closer to her.
“Okay well that and I get to spend more time with you today as the jet only leaves when I say so.”
“Do you plan to imprison me here?” Lexa toyed with their first entwined fingers. That thought had shamelessly crossed her mind. Not wanting to let her go so soon.
While Clarke noticed she wouldn’t show certain affection it was mostly due to when people were around. Luckily no one was around which meant she could be as affectionate she wanted.
“Who's to say you can’t stay here with me? You don’t have to go back Clarke.” Leaning forward Clarke captured the brunette’s lips taking advantage of the absence of people.
“Is that a yes?”
“Come back to New York with me.” Lexa sighed knowing this was going to be difficult. Neither wanted to try long distance but Lexa needed to be in Miami for a while and Clarke’s home was in New York.
“Let’s go in the water.” Lexa pulled them towards the water grabbing her surfboard in which they both easily slipped into keeping their fingers locked. The topic had been avoided all week. It was too perfect of a week to disrupt it with thoughts of anything outside their bubble. It was time though a choice had to be made.
Lexa had remained in New York for a while because of new transactions going on, however, her headquarters were in Miami. It meant she was expected to be here which made this weekend ending harder.
“Lexa.” The brunette sat on her board as Clarke shredded the water holding onto the surfboard.
“I can buy you a home here.”
“Money can’t solve every problem.”
“It could solve this one.” Clarke let go of her hand beginning to the the backstroke through the waves.
Ideally it would be great to move down here especially enjoying the heat as much as she was now but it wasn’t realistic. Clarke feared the conversation of the building though. Although Octavia had told her to keep it out of her mind until things settled down between the two, she had bills to pay.
Money only grew on trees for people like Lexa. It had become a part of her to fix any issues she had in the past. That wasn’t the case for Clarke. She had to always worry about money and where her next meal was coming from.
“What are we going to do Clarke? This vacation or whatever it is has to come to an end sometime.”
“Let’s runaway and never comeback.” Jokingly she arched an eyebrow in a mix of hope.
“And if I get sick of you?”
“Then you're fucked.” Clarke stopped swimming making her way back to Lexa. The girl shredded the water letting the cool waves splash against her hot skin from the sun.
“In all seriousness, we take this day by day Lexa.”
“Even if this means long distance?”
“Whatever it means to try this out.” Clarke hoped she would be rewarded with a kiss from her knowledge. Except Lexa had something else in mind splashing the girl with water.
Clarke gasped in disbelief as Lexa began to swam away. “What was that for?”
“Just practicing for when I get sick of you.”
Clarke went under the water while Lexa called out her name unable to find where the blonde went. It was too late though when she realized what Clarke was doing.
The blonde had snuck under the surfboard and flipped over to put Lexa diving into the water. A loud audible gasp came from her emerging out of the water in which Clarke could not stop laughing. As she pushed the blonde hair out of her face, Lexa cleared the water of her eyes and made her way to Clarke.
Clarke had suspected she would come for revenge but then was caught off guard when Lexa wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her. To no surprise it wasn't a deep kiss as she pulled away denying Clarke's tongue attempt.
“What was that for?”
“I just wanted to make sure this was all real.”
“Us?”
“I know you are going to go back to New York and I won't be able to stop that but I hoped that maybe if I could stop you from going I wouldn't have to wake up.”
It truly had been an epic week of adventures for the two. Lexa's mind was completely off work solely on Clarke. She too got to explore Miami now in more enjoyable way.
One day they were in Villa Vizcaya exploring the Renaissance engraved into the home through architecture and gardening while the next was hiking through Tropical Park.
Neither saw those days as dates though. They found themselves in a phase of just trying to absorb the other person's presence and enjoying their company. It had been a weeks worth of adventure rather than exploration in their romantic lives.
“Just because we have to go back to reality doesn't mean we have to let go of this.”
“What are we then?”
“Well uh we are definitely more than friends,”
“But not girlfriends yet.” Lexa finished for her in understanding.
“Right.” It was a moment of silence between the two as they tried to sort out their feelings. The week had been filled with perfection but was that all just an illusion. After all neither could forget that when they first met they wanted to rip each other's throat out.
It was easy to pretend things never happened but it doesn't change the fact that it did. The fear that stood was how things would change once they were back in reality.
“So day by day?” Clarke suggested as the best answer she could give.
“Day by day.”
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“Ai laik leksa en yu laik?”
“Ai laik klark kom New York. Clarke drew out letting a yawn escape her mouth.
“Rid op.”
“I don't want to go to sleep.”
“In Trigedasleng.” Lexa commanded making sure she spoke in it as often as she could.
“Ai nou gaf in kom gyon au kom rid op.” Lexa had been teaching Clarke after much antagonizing from the blonde.
This was Clarke's way of saying she was ready to take a step into her world. Whether Lexa liked it or not she was going to find a way in.
Lexa watched through the camera as she lay on the side with her blonde hair sprawled over the pillow. The room was dark with only the light of the computer screen to shine on her face.
Clarke had begun to doze in and out of sleep, being way past anyone's bed time. With Lexa being away and having a few moments to speak, Clarke woke up to take full advantage of.
“You learn fast Clarke.”
“Ai don os ticha.” (I have the best teacher)
“Sucking up to the teacher isn't going to help you.
“Seintaim taim ai biyo yu laik mokskwoma.” (Even if I say you are a worm)
“You just told me I looked like a worm.”
“Fuck. I meant meizen. (Beautiful) I'm just off my game right now.”
Clarke shut her eyes a little longer this time. It was inevitable she was going to fall asleep.
“Go to bed Clarke we can talk later.”
“Stay on the line with me?” Clarke mumbled through her sleepy state. Lexa nodded her head flipping another page of the book she was reading
“Goodnight, Clarke.”
“Reshop, Heda.” It was the last thing she said before she dozed into a peaceful sleep. A sleep she desperately needed and an image Lexa was getting used to.
Two weeks had gone by since Clarke had last seen Lexa face to face. Day by day was proving a lot more difficult than expected. Lincoln had joined the two back to New York where he returned to a job here to Octavia’s delight.
Lincoln and Octavia were becoming attached at the hip. Clarke and Raven began to bet on who would be the first to ask to move in. If Octavia was not sleeping at his place then they were here. Which lead to a very perky Octavia due to mindblowing sex she constantly bragged about.
Lincoln and Octavia tried kicking Clarke out of the apartment to go stop moping and enjoy the Christmas spirit. She attempted to bask in the atmosphere but in honesty she wasn't in the mood.
After much pining around the first few days Clarke got a job as a waitress waiting to hear back from other possible employers. It wasn't ideal but it was enough to pay for bills. Gratefully her two best friends were there to help cover additional cost.
Raven was back to work enjoying more and more time with her new found friend, Cado. He proved to be a big help around the house for Raven. At work he was patient and calm protecting his owner at all cost. Her therapy sessions were a big help as she was now a year clean.
As for Lexa and Clarke, they had talked on the phone as much as possible, just as last night through the computer screen, but it wasn't nearly enough. Woods Inc was facing a lot of financial troubles. Which meant Lexa was flying all over the world from Barcelona to Tokyo to Vancouver. The brunette was everywhere in which she had no time for anything.
That included the annual Trigedakru festival in which many had expected her attendance. Anya as per usual covered for the woman and took on her roles. To her dismay, Lexa could not fly to New York in time either for Christmas sending much apologies to Clarke.
“I just haven’t seen you in over two weeks.”
“I’m sorry Clarke.”
“No it’s okay I totally get it.”
“I’m going to make this up to you.”
“Lexa don't worry about it. I'll see you when I can.”
“My flight is about to take off I have to go.”
“Have a safe flight.”
“I'll see for New Year’s Clarke. Sleep well.”
Only New Year’s came and went with still no Lexa. The three roommates had decided on a small dinner party in their apartment but after Lexa’ s cancelation she wasn't as excited for it as she hoped.
She was face timing the girl right before the countdown began in Clarke’s timezone. All their close friends had gathered in their living room which allowed Clarke to sit outside on the steps of their apartment.
“Happy New Year’s Lexa.”
“You got ten more minutes right?”
“Yup.”
“I’m sorry I had to cancel again.”
“You work Lexa it’s not like you are trying to avoid me.” She saw the girl step away for a second to talk to someone before returning back to the call.
The brunette was getting prettier by the second. Everytime Clarke looked she couldn’t understand the beauty that radiated from her. There had to be some sort of different DNA in her system because she knew Lexa had not slept in days and looked as if she was about to walk down a runway.
“Lexa.”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For being you.” The heat rose instantly to her cheeks never really been complimented like that before. It took her by surprise.
“It’s okay to blush, Lexa.” Throwing her head back in laughter the business woman quickly tried to cover her face up.
Using the sleeve of her sweater Clarke tried to cover up her mouth from the cold night. “That cold in New York?”
“Freezing.”
“Once I get back we could-”
“Clarke! Get your ass up here the countdown is about to start.” Jasper had screamed from the window giving them the cue it was time to leave.
“I have to go.”
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”
“Of course, bye!”
“Bye.” Clarke shut her phone quickly running up the stairs to join her friends.
Clarke had to admit she was disappointed that Lexa hadn't showed. Despite not being an official couple, she had missed the girl and finally understood what she meant in Miami when she said she didn't want to wake up from her dream.
The extoic woman's company was becoming more of a need rather than a want to Clarke. She wanted to explore more of what they were because she knew there was something there. They were like two wires that every time they touched created spark and when held longer created fire. It was impossible to create fire though when Lexa was never around.
Gratefully Clarke had the morning shift that day which meant she bummed out for the rest of the afternoon and night. It was the third time that night she watched Home Alone as the clock struck twelve signaling a new day.
Clarke got up to make more popcorn and hot chocolate when she heard the bell ring. With Octavia at Lincoln's and Raven late at work it was only her at home. Assuming it was probably one of them who forgot their key she rang asking it who it was to make sure. On the other line a voice began to speak.
“Oh stormy, stormy world,” The voice breathlessly husked into the mic.
“The days you were not swirled
Around with mist and cloud,
Or wrapped as in a shroud,
And the sun’s brilliant ball
Was not in part or all
Obscured from mortal view—”
Taking another breath they spoke every word with perfect pronunciation keeping a steady rhythm to the poem.
“Were days so very few
I can but wonder whence
I get the lasting sense
Of so much warmth and light.
If my mistrust is right
It may be altogether
From one day’s perfect weather
When starting clear at dawn
The day went clearly on
To finish clearer at eve.
I verily believe
My fair impression may
Be all from that one day
No shadow crossed but ours,
As though the blazing flowers
We went from house to wood
For change of solitude.”
"Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length. Robert Frost.”
“You know Frost?”
“Come up.” Clarke buzzed the person below. With her apartment door open she waited until the elevator was on her floor.
“My father used to read me poems before bed.” Clarke explained looking at the person who walked out of the elevator.
“He was wise man.” She spoke before meeting halfway in the hallway.
The woman was exhausted. Her body didn't uphold its usual confidence with slouching shoulders. The bags under her eyes had its own bags.
The bright green eyes she had been adjusted to were dark with fatigue. It was clear she had just jumped off the airport as her bag was still in her hand and she wore her usual business clothing.
“How long have you been up?”
“Clarke.” She only gave her a stern look demanding an answer.
“Three days maybe.” She shrugged unable to keep up with the timezone change. Jetlag was beyond explanation to what her body was feeling right now.
“Come to bed Lexa.” Lexa was about to argue but Clarke grabbed her hand pulling her into the house.
“Is anyone home?”
“No.”
“Good, because I've been waiting three weeks to do this.” Lexa spun the girl into her arms to give a firm kiss mixed with sorrow and desires. It neither hasty nor lustful but an apology without the words.
They rested their head against the other missing the feeling that came with every look, touch, and kiss.
“Let's get you to bed.”
“But I want to kiss you more.” Lexa pleaded against her lips. She felt her body regenerate on the touch of the woman.
“How long do I have you for?”
“The rest of the weekend.” There was no space between the two of them but the air between their breathes.
“We can kiss more after you shower and change.”
To Clarke's request, more of a demanded, Lexa showered and changed into a pair of Clarke's pajamas. Meanwhile Clarke quickly heated something up as she couldn't imagine how hungry she was.
“Pizza from Mia's Pizzeria.” Lexa spoke up adjusting the waistband on her pants as she entered the kitchen.
“Do you train your nose too?” Clarke turned placing the plate onto the counter.
“Just more aware than you are.”
“How so?”
“The box of pizza is right there.”
Clarke groaned in frustration. Lexa was trying to teach the girl to be more aware of her surroundings in which she was failing at.
They took the food to the couch and watched Home Alone that was still running. It was quite as they sat on opposite sides of the couch.
Lexa had finished her pizza and got up for another slice, having already three too many.
“Isn’t that too many pizzas, Lexa?” Clarke joked loving to put her on the edge.
Lexa picked up her shirt revealing a toned six pack. To her delight Clarke's mouth dropped as Lexa checked out her own abs.
“I think I can afford to.”
“That’s not real.”
“Touch them.” Clarke cautiously ran one finger down her abs to then trace every engraved muscle. Looking up to Lexa she held a stern unmoving expression seemingly unaffected.
“This doesn't bother you?”
“If you are asking if I enjoy this Clarke then you already know the answer.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
Clarke had waited all night to make a move. Initially she had just expected the woman to crash in bed but an hour had past with no signs of her moving.
So Clarke took advantage of trying to get any physical contact Lexa would allow, which only was the intertwining of their legs. This was the closest she had gotten to making Lexa squirm under her control.
Taking a careful gulp Lexa thought out her options. With choosing the wrong one she kissed the corner of Clarke's mouth and headed back into the kitchen.
Clarke stood up from the couch clearly not happy with the choice. “Seriously?”
“What?” Lexa picked up another pizza.
“Why do you keep doing that?”
“I don't understand.”
“Every time I try to be more affectionate with you, you pull away.”
“Not sure what you are talking about.” Lexa shrugged her shoulders putting the food into the microwave.
“Don't be stupid.”
“I make a one hundred thousand dollars an hour. I don't think I qualify as stupid.”
“Why won't you let this go further Lexa? I try to hold your hand, I try to deepen a kiss, I tried to cuddle with you before the movie started! Isn't that enough green signals for you?”
“I-” Lexa tried but was caught off as she was not done.
“I'm not asking you to clear this counter, throw me on it, and fuck me senseless.” Clarke paused as the image in her head took over with a lump in her throat. It was an overly satisfying thought that she had to take a second to gather herself.
“Okay yeah I'm not asking now maybe later but that's not the point. I want to be more intimate with you but you won't let me.”
Her eyes were filled with anger but Lexa couldn't help to laugh. Clarke had made her way to the kitchen by now completely confused. Lexa rarely smiled and to laugh without reason was beyond her.
The confusion only became worse when Lexa moved towards her and kissed her hard. Clarke didn't fight but pulled out in puzzlement.
“What's going on?”
“The longer the fall the harder it is to climb back up.” Lexa explained as if Clarke would suddenly understand.
“You were bothered by the idea of us.”
“Is it wrong to be attracted to the woman I'm seeing?”
“And you made this face, a really cute one.”
“I think you need to sleep Lexa.”
“Every time I look at you it seems like it’s never enough. I've fallen hard and that scares me. So forgive me Clarke if takes me a little longer as the last woman I loved died because of that.”
She pulled her closer before continuing the thoughts running in her mind. “I want this so bad Clarke, its overwhelming.”
“Stop waiting then, its yours if you want it.”
Lexa kissed her with no intentions of trying to take it further. It wasn't meant to be loving and accepting that she could be patient. The two had made it beyond the getting to know you stage.
Lexa could count all the times she had fallen for her a little more including the recent moment when the dirty thought ran through her mind.
It only made sense they wanted to go further. So Lexa filled that wish for her and caved into the hunger nestled at the bottom of her stomach.
She pushed her against the wall deepening the kiss to allow Clarke full access to her mouth. It earned an immediate moan of content and surprise not expecting the force.
The blonde made no hesitations to explore what she had been dying to do for so long. Naturally she wrapped her legs around Lexa who pick her up from her thighs.
“We should go to bed.” Clarke spoke as Lexa began to make her way down her neck.
“I can take the couch.” She grumbled against her skin as Clarke threw her head back to give her more access.
“Mmh shut up and go to the room.” Lexa did not argue more as she carried Clarke to her room. It allowed Clarke to return the favor as she made her down Lexa's neck.
The business woman couldn't help but knock them into a few walls as her head wasn't focused on direction. A low groan came from her throat when Clarke bit at a sensitive spot then running her tongue over.
Finally able to lay the girl down gently on the bed she was unable to keep her hands off her. Clarke’s nails scratched down her back needing her body closer.
Lexa pulled away to catch her breathe again. The blue eyes starred in excitement heavily breathing.
“Maybe we should slow it down.” There was an attempt at sanity from Lexa but they weren't sure if it was possible.
“Stay with me?” Lexa leaned down kissing her softly.
“Mmh let me use the bathroom first.” Quickly she got up and scurried away to come back as fast as she could.
The surprise had been one desperately needed. She had missed Lexa like crazy. It meant a lot that she had come straight from the airport to here but that didn't surprise her.
Ever since they got over that hump of Lexa being Heda, the business woman had been nothing but passionate and caring. No matter what it was Lexa constantly put her before anything else.
Today proved no different. Despite the stress her job was providing she had managed to come to Clarke first. Clarke knew she had to step up her game which meant Lexa was in for a real treat tomorrow.
“I might just give you all my clothing if you are going to look that good in it.” Lexa was leaning against the door frame in her sofie shorts and Chicago sweatshirt.
“This is definitely how I do not dress normally.”
“Please don't tell me you dress in a suit to bed or some formal gown.”
“Would that upset you Clarke?” Nodding her head Lexa moved towards the bed.
“Good. Then I do.”
“Geez you're cranky with no sleep.”
“Happens to the best of us.”
“I know I could change that but i think you need your sleep.” Clarke patted the spot next to her.
“Is this how you get people into bed?”
“Only the special ones.” Lexa crawled into bed surprising them both as she wrapped an arm around Clarke. Maybe it was a good thing she addressed the issue as Lexa cuddled into her chest.
It remained in silence as their breathing began to match each other finding a rhythm. Clarke had never been happier in that moment and she knew what she had to do.
“Lexa?”
“Mmh.”
“Would you be my girlfriend?”
“Thought you would never ask.” Lexa remained in her embrace unfazed by the question which made everything more perfect.
There was no question they had a rocky to start to their relationship. Nothing had been easy from the get go. The simple response just made everything right and more confident in her question.
“Reshop Heda.” Clarke kissed the top of her head softly as she stroked the long brunette hair.
Lexa was able to recount the moments she looked at Clarke and the world had just stopped. What she didn't know was that Clarke was finally looking and seeing what Lexa had already known.
Clarke was falling hard unaware of the hidden truths reality was holding.