First date
Lexa threw another pair of sweatpants on the bed, sighing. “Why do I have so much soccer clothes?” she asked exasperatedly.
Anya raised her eyebrow, not taking her eyes off the magazine she was reading. “Are you serious?”
The two were in Lexa’s designated bedroom at their grandparent’s house, where the cousins were going over Lexa’s wardrobe (more like Lexa was freaking out, and Anya was trying to patiently calm her down). Anya had gone back to Seattle with Lexa from Portland, both to help her cousin prepare for her date and to visit her grandparents.
“Can you please help me choose what to wear?” Lexa asked, standing up again. She went over to her dresser and threw a few pairs of jeans on the bed, before standing in front of them. “Blue, black or grey?”
“Grey jeans, white shirt, leather jacket,” Anya answered, finally looking up from her article. “You look good in that. Clarke won’t know what hit her.”
“Are you sure?” Lexa asked, pulling out one of her looser white shirts.
Anya nodded, sitting up. “Look Lex, there’s no reason to be nervous. You’re gonna be fine.”
Lexa bit her bottom lip, fidgeting with the outfit now lying in front of her on the bed. “What if she wants—”
“—to hold hands? My hands are perpetually clammy. I don’t want her to think I have gross sweaty hands!” Clarke exclaimed, waving her hands in the air. She paced in front of her closet, pausing to pull another shirt out and adding it to the potential outfit pile on the end of her bed.
Octavia rolled her eyes from where she was sitting against the headboard, spinning a soccer ball on her finger and Raven just continued to fiddle with the wires in her hands. “Ew, can you be a surgeon with clammy hands?” she asked, not looking up from whatever she was building.
Clarke stopped pacing long enough to glare at her best friend. “Yes, Raven, I can be a surgeon with clammy hands. Focus please. I’m sort of freaking out.”
“Look, all you have to do is look for the signal,” Octavia said, standing up and throwing the ball into the air before juggling it with her foot.
“Wait, what’s—”
“—the signal? There are signals?” Lexa asked, rummaging through her closet in an attempt to find her leather jacket. She knew it was in there somewhere.
“Yeah, signals,” Anya said, rolling her eyes. “Like, if she brushes her fingers against yours. Then you know she wants you to hold her hand.”
Lexa sighed, plopping down next to Anya. “Ok, so there’s a signal for hand holding. Anything else?”
“Lexa, you’re acting as if you’ve never gone on a date before,” Anya scolded. “You’re going to be fine. Clarke already likes you.”
“It’s just…we’re only home for another week, and then we’re off to Orlando for the next victory tour game,” Lexa said, lying on the bed next to Anya. “This might be our only shot at a first date for awhile, and I don’t want—”
“—to screw it up,” Clarke said, plopping down on the bed next to Raven, watching Octavia continue to juggle the soccer ball. She sighed heavily, and Octavia kicked the ball up a little higher, catching it on her back before letting it hit the ground again.
“Why are you so nervous? You never get thisnervous before a date,” Octavia said, kicking the ball up again and catching it on her foot this time.
“I really like her,” Clarke said, quietly. She sighed again, leaning against Raven’s shoulder. “And I sort of feel like…I’m out of my league here. Like, she’s Lexa Woods.”
“Ok, why would you think that?” Raven asked, putting down the wires in her hands and looking at Clarke. “You aren’t—”
“—out of anybody’s league,” Anya scoffed.
“She’s just…so pretty and smart and funny, and she smells nice all the time,” Lexa rambled, turning so she was lying on her stomach, face buried in her pillow. “I’ve got butterflies in my stomach every time I’m around her.”
Anya just smiled, before tapping Lexa on the head until her cousin turned to look at her. “It’s going to be fine, Lex. Actually, it’s going to be more than fine—you’re going to have a great time!” She slapped Lexa on the back, prompting her cousin to sit up. When she did, Anya put her hands on the other girl’s shoulders, nodding her head. “You are Lexa Woods. You are an Olympic gold medalist and World Cup champion. You can do this! Don’t—”
“—put so much pressure on yourself, babe,” Raven said, patting Clarke on the leg before bringing her attention back to the wires in her hands.
Octavia nodded her head in agreement, eyes still on the soccer ball she was juggling. “I mean, the worst that can happen is you have a horrible time, and—”
“—then we’d have to see each other around camp all the time, and it’ll just be so awkward and then our teammates would have to pretend like they didn’t know that I screwed anything up,” Lexa groaned, covering her face with her hands.
“Except you’re not going to mess anything up,” Anya said, removing her cousin’s hands from her face. She gave her a nudge, prompting her to stand up. She grabbed Lexa’s phone and dropped it in the girl’s hand. “Why don’t you text Clarke saying that you’re looking forward to tonight? That’ll let her know that you’re thinking about her.” She paused, watching Lexa’s fingers hover over the keyboard before rolling her eyes again, snatching the phone out of the other girl’s hand. She quickly typed out a message and hit send, ignoring Lexa’s cries of protest. “There. Now go shower, get dressed, and go pick up your girl. You’re—”
“—going to have a great time,” Octavia reassured her best friend, placing her hands on Clarke’s shoulders. “You’ve got this, Griffin. Just go have fun!”
“Fun, right,” Clarke said, rolling her shoulders back. Her phone beeped, signaling that she got a new message. She reached across Raven, who simply held her arms up with her new contraption in her hands, grabbing her phone and reading the new message. She grinned, biting her bottom lip slightly at Lexa’s new text.
Lexa Woods: I’m really looking forward to tonight. See you soon, pretty girl ☺
“Whoa, pretty girl?” Raven asked, reading the message from next to Clarke. “There’s no way that was the Commander. That was dropped way too casually and smooth.” She snatched the phone from Clarke’s hand, much to the doctor’s protests, and quickly typed out a message before hitting send.
“Raven!” Clarke exclaimed, swiping the phone back. “What did you send?” She read the message out loud to a curious Octavia. “Can’t—”
“—wait, gorgeous,” Anya read out loud. “Nice. See? Nothing to worry about.” She dropped Lexa’s phone on her bed before giving her cousin another nudge. “Go. Shower. I’m serious. You smell like you just worked out.”
“I did just work out,” Lexa grumbled as she made her way towards the bathroom. But she still had a smile on her face at the thought of seeing Clarke soon. Her excitement was currently overpowering any nervousness she felt, and truthfully, she couldn’t wait to be in the presence of the blonde doctor again.
* *
Lexa took a deep breath, her cousin’s advice rattling around in her head.
”Just be yourself, Lexa, and the rest will fall into place.
Smoothing down her jacket, Lexa held the bouquet of flowers in her hand tightly before reaching out and ringing the doorbell. She furrowed her eyebrows as she heard scuffling on the other side of the door, and several voices shouting over one another. Lexa hesitantly took a small step back as the door swung open abruptly.
“Commander! And you brought flowers!” Raven said, leaning against the doorway. She scanned Lexa up and down, before whistling. “And you look good.”
Lexa chuckled nervously, fidgeting with the bouquet in her hand. “Hello, Raven,” she said, giving a small wave.
She saw Raven about to say something, before seemingly changing her mind. The other girl smiled at Lexa—not with the smirk usually found on Raven’s face—but a genuine smile, one that Lexa was becoming more accustomed to as she spent more time with her. “Relax, Commander. You’re gonna be fine,” she said, taking a step away from the doorway and gesturing for Lexa to come in.
Lexa cleared her throat slightly, stepping through the doorway. “How could you tell?”
“You’re fidgeting,” Octavia said, emerging from the kitchen with a soccer ball tucked under her arm. She threw the ball into the air towards Lexa, whose reflexes kicked in and she caught the ball on the top of her foot, juggling it a few times. Octavia and Raven smirked at each other before turning their attention back to the juggling soccer player. “You never fidget, even when you’re nervous,” she continued.
Lexa felt her shoulders relax as she lightly juggled the ball before catching it on her foot once more and tapping it back in Octavia’s direction, who caught it and tucked the ball under her arm once more. Lexa grinned, feeling the tightness in her muscles gone, and she felt as loose as she normally does before a big game.
“Thanks guys,” Lexa said, smiling at the two. Her chest felt a little lighter at the thought that Octavia and Raven saw she was nervous and decided to help her relax, not just because she was going on a date with their best friend, but also because they genuinely cared about her. “Is Clarke ready?”
“I’m ready,” said a voice echoing down the staircase. Lexa looked up and her breathe hitched at the sight of Clarke, who was now walking down the stairs. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans and knee high boots, with a light blue shirt underneath a red sweater. Lexa took in Clarke’s appearance—this girl was so beautiful. Once her eyes met those bright blue ones, she couldn’t look away. “And you’re early,” Clarke continued, but she was smiling as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She paused before giving a look to both Raven and Octavia, and the three were locked in some sort of staring contest until Octavia and Raven both sighed and made their way out of the room.
“Have fun!” “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
Lexa chuckled as Clarke rolled her eyes, and their eyes locked once more. Lexa remembered the flowers in her hand, and held them up, offering them to the other girl.
“These are for you,” Lexa breathed out. “You look really beautiful, Clarke.”
Clarke smiled, taking the offered flowers. Lexa noticed the light blush on Clarke’s cheeks, and she did a mental fist pump.
“You look great too,” Clarke said, and Lexa just shrugged, making the doctor laugh. “Let me just put these in some water, and then we can go.”
Lexa nodded, and Clarke hesitated for a second before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around the soccer player, giving her a hug. Lexa barely had time to put her arms around Clarke before the other girl stepped back again, and she watched with a smile on her face as Clarke left the room and disappeared into the other room. She heard some more whispering, seemingly from Octavia and Raven who were also in the other room before Clarke stumbled back into view.
“Well, O and Raven are taking care of the flowers. You ready?” Clarke asked, grabbing her purse from the coffee table. Lexa nodded and followed the other girl out the doorway, walking a little faster to beat Clarke to the passenger door. She reached for the handle and opened the door, holding it open. Lexa smiled at the girl, and she felt her face heat up as Clarke leaned over and gave the soccer player a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks,” Clarke said softly, before sliding into the seat.
Lexa closed the door, and then she couldn’t help it.
She did a mini fist pump, but froze when her eyes connected with Octavia and Raven’s, who were watching from the window with a smirk on their faces.
She quickly walked over to the driver’s side, and got in, putting on her seatbelt.
“So, still not telling me where we’re going?” Clarke asked, as Lexa started the car.
“Nope,” Lexa responded, grinning. She pulled out of the driveway, and maneuvered down the street, but the closer they got to the restaurant, the more her nerves were starting to creep up on her.
What if Clarke hates the restaurant?
That’s stupid, who hates Italian?
Well what if she had some traumatic experience with pasta in her childhood and she can’t stand it?
Ok, now THAT is stupid.
What if you spill the water all over the table?
Give yourself some credit, you’re a professional athlete for gods sake.
You tripped over the floor the last time you were with her.
Shut up, that was a one-time thing.
“Lexa?” Clarke asked, interrupting Lexa’s internal freak out. “Are you ok?”
Lexa stopped the car at the stop sign at the end of the road, noticing that she had a death grip on the steering wheel, her knuckles turning a shade lighter. She took a deep breath, and turned slightly towards Clarke. Blue eyes shined back at her, and a soft smile was on the other girl’s face. That smile—it did something to Lexa, and suddenly she didn’t feel unsure anymore.
In fact, she felt inspired.
A smile of her own grew on her face as she looked at Clarke, and the other girl raised her eyebrow in response. “What?” Clarke asked.
“Do you want to do something else?”
“Something…else?” Clarke asked, blinking.
Lexa nodded her head, the smile still on her face. “Something fun?”
The other girl’s face conveyed confusion, but before Lexa’s nerves returned and she took it back, Clarke blurted out, “Let’s go for it.”
Lexa felt like her face might split with the beaming smile that took over, but it was a freeing feeling, especially when Clarke’s grin matched her own. She reached out, fiddling with the radio before finding the station she wanted, and cranked up the volume. She looked over at Clarke and wiggled her eyebrows, and the other girl let out a laugh that Lexa swore was her new favorite sound in the world. She watched as Clarke bopped her head along to the song blasting out of the stereo, and turned back to the road, letting her hands relax their grip on the wheel as she took off once more.
* *
“Can I get two bulgogi sandwiches with everything, and two waters please?”
Clarke started to take her wallet out, but was stopped by Lexa’s hand on top of hers.
“Nope, this one’s on me,” Lexa said, smiling.
Clarke just shook her head, still wrapping her head around the enigma that was Lexa Woods. The two sang along to the radio all the way to their destination, which turned out to be a food truck that was parked near a small shopping center. Clarke was surprised that Lexa hadn’t taken her to a restaurant—but it was a pleasant one, and the food smelled phenomenal while they waited for their order to be ready. Once their food was up, Lexa grabbed the bag and walked back over to Clarke, smile still on her face. Clarke had seen that smile before—it’s the one Lexa has on her face when she’s with her best friends, or with her honorary nieces, and she feels her heart beat a little faster when that smile is directed at her.
Lexa walked next to Clarke, the bag of food in one hand while her other one brushed slightly against Clarke’s as they headed to their next destination—a bench that was sitting underneath a tree, away from the crowds of people.
Wait, was that the signal? Clarke asked herself.
Just reach out and gently grab her hand, you can do it, her head said, coaxing her to reach her hand out slightly.
Ah-ha! Clarke’s mind shouted, but she immediately frowned when she missed and had only hooked Lexa’s pinky with her own.
Oh great, now we’re just holding pinkies? What the hell was that, Clarke?
But she didn’t have too long to internally berate herself, because in that moment she felt Lexa slide her palm fully into her own, lacing their fingers together. She turned her head to look at the other girl, and that smile that was quickly becoming Clarke’s favorite thing to see was directed at her once more.
As they approached the bench, Clarke felt Lexa give her hand a light squeeze before releasing it.
“So, do you come to this food truck often?” Clarke asked as Lexa handed her a sandwich and water.
Lexa nodded her head, grinning. “This is my grandpa’s favorite secret spot,” she said.
“Secret?” Clarke asked, unwrapping her food and taking a bite. “Oh my god, this is so good!”
Lexa just laughed, taking a bite of her own sandwich before answering. “Secret because he’s not supposed to be eating this kind of food but he comes every weekend on his way back from the farmer’s market,” she answered. “And my Nona doesn’t know.”
Clarke giggled in response, shaking her head. “I doubt there’s not much your grandma doesn’t know.”
Lexa sighed fondly, leaning back against the bench. “You got that right. Sometimes I think she has eyes in the back of her head,” she said. She leaned closer to Clarke, lowering her voice. “Honestly, Anya, Lincoln and I have this theory that she used to work for the CIA.”
Clarke wasn’t expecting that, and burst out laughing once more. “What?” she giggled.
Lexa nodded her head, keeping a serious expression on her face. “I’m talking spy kids style. No joke,” she said, taking a sip of her water. “When I was little, I was convinced that the day would come when I got a call from the OSS, telling me that my grandma needed me, and I would straight up be living the plot of Spy Kids.”
Clarke threw her head back, laughing. She could tell Lexa was pleased with herself—she had a grin on her face that Clarke just knew was because she had made the doctor laugh so heartily.
“I’m still not entirely convinced that I won’t get the call someday,” Lexa said, leaning back against the bench and taking another bite of her food.
Clarke just chuckled, taking a sip of her water. “I would never have thought that about my grandparents,” she said. “My grandma is a quilting, knitting, likes to make pillowcases and blankets, kind of grandma. And my grandpa mostly spends his time gardening.”
“That sounds really lovely,” Lexa said, smiling.
Clarke nodded her head in agreement. “Yeah, it is. My grandma sends me a lot of sweaters that she’s knitted for me. And she sends me an email after she mails them, but she doesn’t really know how to use the computer so I end up getting an email full of all caps locked words. So it feels like she’s yelling everything.”
It was Lexa’s turn to chuckle, imagining Clarke opening up an email from her grandma yelling at her about the new tomatoes her grandpa had planted in the garden.
Clarke grinned, happy to see that the smile on Lexa’s face had yet to disappear, and it stayed their all through their dinner in the park. The two talked more about their families, and their hobbies, and even at one point about the likelihood of surviving the zombie apocalypse should it ever happen (Lexa would last longer than Clarke because Clarke doesn’t know any hand-to-hand combat, so as soon as she ran out of bullets she would be toast, Clarke had argued, much to Lexa’s amusement). Clarke found it immensely easy to talk to Lexa, and the longer they sat there, on that bench in the park, talking about both everything and nothing at all, the more Clarke found herself gravitating towards the other girl, wanting to just simply be in the presence of Lexa.
When they finished with their meal, Lexa gathered the trash and threw it away before coming back and standing in front of Clarke, rocking back and forth on her heels as she looked at the doctor.
“What?” Clarke asked.
“Ready for the fun part?” Lexa asked excitedly, hands in her pocket and her eyes shining.
“I thought this was the fun part?”
Lexa offered her hand to Clarke, and the doctor took it without hesitation, lacing their fingers together again. “We’re going to the fun part right now,” Lexa answered, grinning as they took off in the direction of the car.
When they reached the car, Lexa opened the door for Clarke once more, bowing exaggeratedly and sweeping her arm in front of her. It made Clarke laugh, but she felt those butterflies in her stomach again at the small gesture.
God, Lexa was such a dork.
And Clarke was totally into it.
Lexa got in the car, starting it up and turning the radio up again, grinning at Clarke as she rolled the windows down, the stereo blasting out music.
Clarke had never felt so comfortable on a first date—she wasn’t worried about saying something wrong, or doing something wrong—instead, she felt excited to learn more about Lexa and to share more about herself in return. And as they drove to their next destination, Clarke had the urge to reach out and hold Lexa’s hand again—and so she did, earning another smile from the soccer player.
* *
They end up at the beach.
Lexa felt at ease as she stepped out of the car, and had no time (or reason) to second guess her choice of foregoing the restaurant for a food truck and a walk on the beach when Clarke smiled at her from across the hood of the car, before the blonde doctor turned towards the water, blue eyes shimmering just like the ripples in the waves.
So far, following her gut has led to a slight impromptu picnic in the park, some great food, and taking Clarke to the place that held some of her favorite childhood memories. Feeling confident in her decision to go with her gut, she walked around the car and slipped her hand in Clarke’s for the third time that night, smiling as their fingers intertwined. Lexa led the other girl closer to the water before they walked along the sand, just beyond the reach of the water.
“This place is beautiful,” Clarke said, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over them.
Lexa felt Clarke give her hand a squeeze, and she smiled, walking a little closer to the other girl.
“My parents used to take me here when I was little,” she said. “Before my family moved, we used to live a couple minutes from my grandparents, and we had dinner with them every Sunday.”
“That sounds really nice,” Clarke said, and Lexa turned her head slightly to see the other girl already smiling at her.
“It was,” Lexa continued, nodding her head. “And after dinner we used to come here, and my dad and I would kick a soccer ball around.” She laughed, shaking her head. “He’s horrible at soccer, but he would always play with me when I asked.”
“I bet you were a cute kid,” Clarke said, grinning. “A mischievous one.”
Lexa raised her eyebrow, looking at Clarke. “What makes you think I was mischievous?”
Clarke just shrugged, bumping Lexa lightly with her shoulder. “I bet you were the kid who broke the lamp kicking the soccer ball in the house even though your mom told you not to, and then you got away with it anyways.”
Lexa laughed lightly. “I can neither confirm nor deny that,” she replied. She paused, before continuing. “Although Lincoln may or may not hold a grudge to this day about a certain vase being broken and blamed on him, despite the fact that he was outside at the time the incident occurred.”
There it was—Clarke’s laugh again. If Lexa was being honest, she was legitimately proud of herself for getting Clarke to laugh as much as she did tonight. Her biggest fear about this date is that she would be too serious, too stoic—the more she thought about being herself, just Lexa, the more she became anxious about it. But ever since she decided to ditch the traditional sit down dinner for their first date, she had felt freer. Spontaneity was not something she indulged in often, but with Clarke—the other girl seemed to spark something in Lexa, something she used to have but had buried deep inside after her first heartbreak, and never looked back.
It wasn’t the best kind of evening, where the weather was warm and the water was calm—in fact, the wind was blowing, and it was cold, and the waves were crashing into the shore before rolling back into itself, the action repeating over and over again. The sky was a mixture of pink and grey, and in any other moment, Lexa might have stopped to take a picture at the view.
But she didn’t—in fact, Lexa didn’t even notice the sky.
Not until Clarke turned to her, the other girl’s eyes a lighter shade of blue than Lexa had ever seen before, and the pink and grey of the sky framed her blonde hair, making her the most beautiful view Lexa had ever seen.
“What?” Clarke asked, and Lexa realized she was staring at the other girl, lost in what was rapidly becoming her new favorite color.
Lexa shook her head slightly, in an attempt to bring herself back to the moment. “You’re so beautiful,” she said quietly. Lexa didn’t feel any embarrassment when she said what she was thinking out loud—because it was absolutely true. Clarke was beautiful, and Lexa felt the overwhelming urge to let Clarke know.
And then the view changed again, because suddenly Clarke was leaning closer, and Lexa didn’t even have time to be nervous before Clarke’s lips met her own.
The kiss was soft.
It was tender.
It was gentle (and later, Lexa would think back on the kiss and realize it was the best first kiss she had ever had, because it was with Clarke, this blonde doctor that had come into her life and taken her feelings by surprise but allowed her to open her heart back up at the possibility of love and hope and so much she wouldn’t realize until much later, and it was soft and meaningful and absolutely right for the moment).
Clarke kissed her lightly, and only for a few seconds, before leaning back—but only far enough so that Lexa could brush her nose against Clarke’s—and then Lexa was leaning in this time, kissing Clarke equally as softly.
The kiss remained gentle, until Lexa felt Clarke’s hand on the back of her neck, and the other cupping her cheek, and she felt the other girl’s lips move a bit more urgently against her own.
Lexa responded in kind, her lips molding to Clarke’s, her hands moving to wrap around Clarke’s waist and pull the other girl closer. She felt Clarke pull back slowly, and she opened her eyes, green meeting blue as the two stood there, both grinning with only an inch or two between them.
This time it was Lexa who leaned in, and Clarke met her halfway, their lips coming together once more. Lexa felt Clarke’s tongue lick her bottom lip tentatively, almost shy-like, and she opened her mouth, letting the other girl in. That seemed to encourage Clarke, and Lexa felt the other girl’s tongue explore her mouth before tangling with her own. Lexa felt like the kiss lasted forever, and yet it was all too soon when she was forced to pull away due to lack of oxygen. She felt Clarke rest her forehead against her own, the other girl’s breath against her mouth.
Lexa was unaware of anything else around them—honestly, the only thought she had was that she had to kiss Clarke again, soon, right this moment. She leaned in again and captured Clarke’s lips with her own; this time she put her tongue into Clarke’s mouth, taking her turn to map out the other girl’s mouth. Lexa’s lips molded with Clarke’s easily, almost like they had been kissing each other forever. She felt Clarke capture her bottom lip between her own, before pulling away, a breathless giggle escaping the other girl’s mouth.
Lexa opened her eyes and met Clarke’s bright blue ones, shining as she looked at Lexa.
“Wow,” Lexa said quietly, before clearing her throat. “I mean—wow.”
Clarke giggled again, shaking her head as she wrapped her arms around Lexa’s neck.. “You’re so smooth,” she said.
“I got you to kiss me, didn’t I?” Lexa asked, wiggling her eyebrows and tightening her hold on the other girl. She grinned, brushing her nose against Clarke’s before leaning in and giving the other girl another soft kiss, much like the first one they had shared only moments ago.
“Oh please, you were falling all over yourself when we first met,” Clarke said, chuckling when Lexa pulled away. “Not very coordinated for a professional athlete.”
“Excuse me, the Commander is the epitome of a professional athlete,” Lexa said, grinning. “That whole dorky thing was all a part of my elaborate plan to get you to fall for me.”
“Oh, the Commander’s got moves, huh?” Clarke teased, taking a few steps back.
“Mockery is not the product of a strong mind, Clarke,” Lexa responded, trying to keep a straight face, but the slight twitch of her mouth gave her away.
Clarke just laughed, taking another few steps away and quirking her eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eyes. Lexa took a step as Clarke took another, their eyes locked onto one another’s before Clarke suddenly turned and ran, Lexa following just as quickly. Lexa could hear Clarke’s laughter echoing in front of them, and she couldn’t help but let her own happy laughter escape as she chased the other girl down the beach.
Clarke was surprisingly fast, but Lexa was a professional athlete, and caught up to the other girl quickly, wrapping her arms around Clarke’s waist from behind and picking her up, spinning the two of them around. Laughter filled the air, and Lexa put Clarke down when the giggling subsided only to be met with the other girl’s lips once more, pulling her closer as she felt Clarke’s hands wrap around her neck.
Lexa relaxed into the kiss, and she felt Clarke smile against her lips, before the other girl broke it with a grin. She opened her mouth to ask Clarke what she was smiling about, but abruptly closed her mouth and looked up when she felt something wet drop on her face. Lexa was surprised to see that it was starting to rain, the pink and grey skies they were walking along had changed to just grey, rainclouds forming above them. She looked back down to meet Clarke’s grinning face, and the other girl just laughed again before reaching down and lacing her fingers with Lexa’s before taking off down the beach, running in the direction they had come.
The skies suddenly seemed to open up, and the rain came down hard as the two ran back to the car, laughing and smiling the whole way. By the time Lexa opened the passenger door for Clarke and then got in the driver’s seat, they were both soaked, their clothes sticking to them.
“So I definitely didn’t see that rain coming,” Lexa said, reaching behind her and grabbing the blanket she kept in her back seat. She leaned over the middle console and wrapped the blanket around Clarke, pulling the ends together before gently moving strands of blonde hair stuck to the other girl’s cheek behind her ear.
“Well, you were pretty busy doing something else,” Clarke responded, grinning.
Lexa just laughed, before starting the car and cranking up the heater. “I guess that’s our cue to head home,” she said, smiling at the other girl.
Clarke just nodded her head, wrapping the blanket around herself a little tighter as Lexa pulled out of the space. On their way again, Lexa felt Clarke’s hand slip into her own, and she grinned, bringing the other girl’s hand up to her mouth and giving it a soft kiss. And that’s how they drove all the way back to Clarke’s house, with their hands intertwined, letting the music from the radio wash over them as the rain pelted against the car outside.
* *
“I had a wonderful time,” Clarke said, leaning against the pillar that held up the front porch hangover. Lexa had driven Clarke back and insisted on walking her to the door, and Clarke wasn’t about to argue—she was fully expecting a good night kiss.
“Yeah?” Lexa asked, grinning.
Clarke nodded slowly, reaching out and grabbing both of Lexa’s hands in her own before pulling the girl closer. Lexa closed the gap between them, smiling at Clarke as she leaned in before their lips met again in a soft kiss, one that Clarke reveled in. She sighed lightly as Lexa pulled back, before opening her eyes.
“I’ll call you later,” Lexa said, walking backwards slowly down the steps into the rain, standing on the pathway.
“Make sure you do,” Clarke responded, smiling.
Lexa just laughed, nodding her head before making her way down the pathway to her car. Clarke stayed under the overhead until she saw Lexa’s car disappear around the corner. She squealed—actually, legitimately, squealed as she thought about the kiss they had just shared—before turning around and unlocking the door, closing it shut and leaning her back against it.
“Clarke?” she heard, and she opened her eyes to meet the stares of Octavia and Raven, who were sitting on the couch, sharing a bowl of popcorn with the TV on.
“Why are you all wet?” “Was your date out in the rain?”
Clarke just laughed before pushing herself off the door, walking over and dropping a kiss on the top of Octavia and Raven’s head.
Raven and Octavia took in their best friend’s appearance, before looking at each other and having a silent conversation.
“We’re having a Harry Potter marathon,” Raven said finally.
“Go get out of those wet clothes and then come join us,” Octavia added.
Clarke nodded, smile still stretched across her face as she turned and walked up the stairs.
“But we expect to hear all about your date after Clarke!” she heard Raven yell up the stairs.
Clarke just chuckled, her phone buzzing as she reached the top landing.
Lexa Woods: I had a great time tonight Clarke. I’ll call you tomorrow? I can show you some more of the Commander’s smooth moves.
Lexa Woods: Ahh, immediate regret from referring to myself in the third person.
Lexa Woods: …please don’t say no to a second date.
Clarke grinned to herself, laughing before sending off a reply.
Lexa was such a dork.
Yeah, there would definitely be a second date.