The long distance thing
@LexaWoods: On my way to KC! Can’t wait to get back with my team! #FCKC #letsdothisthing #threepeat #workhardplayhard
@ClarkeGriffin: @LexaWoods good luck in KC, darling! I miss you! #didyoulikehowisaiddarling #fordramaticeffect
@LexaWoods: @ClarkeGriffin we’ll always have Seattle.
@ClarkeGriffin: @LexaWoods did you just Casablanca me? You’re such a dork. #mygirlfriendladiesandgents
@RavenReyes: @ClarkeGriffin @LexaWoods didn’t Bogart say that right before they broke up?
@LexaWoods: @RavenReyes @ClarkeGriffin shut up Reyes.
@ClarkeGriffin: @RavenReyes @LexaWoods don’t make fun of her Raven. I thought it was romantic.
@RavenReyes: @ClarkeGriffin @LexaWoods #CommanderHeartEyes #Clexa
@LexaWoods: @RavenReyes @ClarkeGriffin #Clexa is not a thing. Clarke, make her stop!
@OctaviaBlake: @LexaWoods @RavenReyes @ClarkeGriffin oh are we talking about #Clexa?
@AnyaWoods1: @OctaviaBlake @LexaWoods @RavenReyes @ClarkeGriffin did someone mention #Clexa?
@RavenReyes: @AnyaWoods1 @OctaviaBlake I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
@LexaWoods: @RavenReyes @AnyaWoods1 @OctaviaBlake I hate you all. And don’t use Casablanca after I used it as a romantic gesture for my girlfriend.
@AnyaWoods1: @LexaWoods @RavenReyes @ClarkeGriffin @OctaviaBlake #CommanderHeartEyes
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*You have (1) new Instagram notification*
ClarkeGriffin: Missing this one! Sending good luck your way for your first game of the season @LexaWoods! I’ll be cheering for you from DC!
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Beeeep“Hey, this is Lexa. I’m probably playing soccer right now. Leave a message and I’ll call back when I get a chance.”Beeeep
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*You have (1) missed call*
*You have (1) new voicemail*
“Hey babe, I watched your game at the bar across the street from the hospital! Me and a bunch of other surgeons went over there and Raven rigged it so we could hook your game up to one of the big screens they’ve got in there. A brace babe?!!! You’re so amazing! And awesome! And badass! And amazing! Did I say that already? Sorry, I may be a tiny bit tipsy. Wells and Monroe bought shots for us in celebration of your win. And then I took a shot for every goal you scored. Two goals babe! I miss you like crazy! Have a good night’s sleep, babe. You earned it. Talk to you soon!”
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To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Nona broke the coffee table again
Hi Clarke,
I miss you like crazy.
So as you probably guessed from the subject title, Nona broke the coffee table again. Apparently she’s already earned herself a blue belt. Did you know that your mom and Aurora and Kane had dinner with my grandparents last weekend? And Nona broke the table showing Kane how to flip someone.
Guess who volunteered to be flipped.
Kane is fine though, apparently. He was more excited than anything that Nona was able to flip him.
I miss you like crazy.
Did I already say that? Well that’s ok, because I miss you twice that much and then some.
The team is looking really good, and I’m counting down the days we travel to DC to play the Spirit. Also, I sent you an FCKC jersey in the mail because for SOME REASON it seems like you only own Spirit stuff. I threw in a beanie and scarf too now that your favorite player is on FCKC.
(Did my sarcasm translate ok through this email? It’s certainly harder to convey through a written message.)
I miss you like crazy, Clarke.
Talk to you soon,
Lexa
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To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: To make sure you don’t die of starvation
Hey babe,
I attached a few recipes of some simple pasta dishes for you to try out. I think these would be good to bring to that team barbecue this weekend. I know you said you were just going to buy some potato salad at the store, but pasta isn’t that hard and it’ll be good practice for when you have to cook for yourself. You know, for a professional athlete you eat an alarming amount of takeout and fast food.
Oh, wow.
I can actually imagine your cocky grin as you lift your shirt and say, “I think I’m good.”
Stupid, cocky, beautiful, wonderful girlfriend.
Don’t deny it, that’s what would totally have happened if we were having this conversation in person. But if we were together I would have offered to show you how to cook these recipes, and then you and I would have spent the day in the kitchen, and your comment would have led to kitchen sex and overcooked pasta noodles.
(Close your mouth, Lexa. We are not a codfish.)
Talk to you soon, sweetheart.
Ugh. Yeah. I know. I heard it as I typed it. I already hate myself enough for the both of us.
- Clarke
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Lexa Woods10m ago
I know you’re working, but something happened.
Lexa Woods10m ago
Something horrible, Clarke.
Lexa Woods9m ago
Devastating.
Lexa Woods9m ago
Heart wrenching.
Lexa Woods9m ago
Brace yourself, Clarke.
Lexa Woods8m ago
Are you ready?
Lexa Woods7m ago
I dropped my iPod in my ice bath during recovery this morning.
Lexa Woods7m ago
Over 2,000+ songs.
Lexa Woods6m ago
I’ve had that iPod since college.
Lexa Woods7m ago
That’s 8 years, Clarke.
Lexa Woods5m ago
Let’s have a moment of silence for my fallen friend.
Lexa Woods4m ago
I can hear you laughing from here, Clarke. Stop laughing.
Lexa Woods4m ago
Stop laughing! This is serious.
Lexa Woods4m ago
2,000+ songs, Clarke!
Lexa Woods4m ago
8 years!
Lexa Woods3m ago
You should probably call me, later. I’m still kind of in shock.
Lexa Woods2m ago
Hearing your voice will make me feel better, I’m sure.
Lexa Woods2m ago
I’m gonna go to Costco now and see if I can buy a new iPod.
Lexa Woodsnow
And I’m not talking some iPod touch shit. I’m talking a classic iPod video.
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Dear Lexa,
I’m sitting in an on-call room right now, and I’m supposed to be sleeping. Wells is lying in the cot above me. I promised him I would get some sleep but I’m spending my time writing this letter to you, instead. We’re sort of killing this long distance thing, don’t you think?
I still miss you though.
Nothing can replace seeing you in person. But my heart skips a beat when I get a new notification on my phone and see your name on my screen.
How’s the final year of residency going? Actually, really, really well. It helps that I’ve finally locked down a specialty. Dr. Carter—she’s my attending—is the head orthopedic surgeon. She’s kind of stoic, and doesn’t show much emotion. But she’s amazing, and she’s showing me some great stuff. I feel prepared for my boards.
Jaha has been hinting about making me an offer here at Ark Memorial for my post-residency plans, but I haven’t really been thinking about it. I don’t think I can focus on that until I’m done with my boards and I know that I passed.
I treated a teenager the other day—she tore her ACL and her MCL in her right knee during a soccer game. They wheeled her into the ER, and she had her full soccer kit on, cleats and all. Her teammates camped out in the waiting room until they could see her.
When I told her she needed surgery, she was absolutely devastated. I mean, full on sobbing, and my heart cracked a little as she told me that she was being looked at by colleges to play soccer. I know I’m not supposed to promise anything, but this wasn’t like the case I told you about last week when we had to treat all those car crash victims.
(I’m fine, Lexa. I promise. Don’t worry about me, babe. Just knowing you’re there for me to talk to helps, seriously.)
I told this girl that she was going to play soccer again. And then I performed her surgery, and it all went perfectly, and I just know—I saw the fire in her eyes, babe. It reminded me of the look in Octavia’s when we were growing up, and she wanted to prove herself. Wanted to commit to this game that you both love so much. Wanted to prove she was worthy of the game’s love in return.
This girl is going to play soccer again.
I also might have mentioned you’re my girlfriend and promised to get her an autograph. Yes, I name dropped, ok? But she so looks up to you, babe. And it just made me fall even more for you, Lexa. You’re such a great role model for these girls, these young children who want to make something of themselves. When they see how hard you’ve worked, and how hard you continue to work—all that you’ve accomplished, it’s all been something you have earned.
I’m so proud of you.
Ok, I really should try to get some sleep. I’ve still got another 6 hours before I can go home. I hope Raven will make me waffles when I get back.
Missing you like crazy,
Clarke
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Beeeep“Hi, you’ve reached Clarke Griffin. I’m not available right now, but if you leave your name and number I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks!Beeeep
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*You have (2) missed call*
*You have (1) new voicemail
“Hey, it’s me. Just thought I’d call in between training sessions. You’re probably doing rounds right now, or charting, or saving someone’s life—you know, all that important stuff you smart doctor people do. Make sure you carve out some time to get some food. I mean it, Clarke. Don’t make me call Raven and Octavia to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. Also, I got the letter you sent me. Gotta admit, when you told me you wanted to send letter I thought it was pointless since, you know. Cell phones. But I couldn’t stop smiling while I was reading your letter. I sent you one back, so I hope you get it soon…I miss you, Clarke. Also, my teammates have been calling me Commander Heart Eyes. And they’ve been teasing me about Clexa. So kindly slap Raven in the back of the head for me, ok? I can’t believe that is actually a thing now. Have a great day, Clarke. I miss you. Bye.”
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@LexaWoods: On the way to DC with the team! FCKC vs. Spirit this Saturday night! Can’t wait to see you all there!
@ClarkeGriffin: @LexaWoods ☺
@LexaWoods: @ClarkeGriffin see you soon, gorgeous.
@RavenReyes: @LexaWoods @ClarkeGriffin what about me?!??
@LexaWoods: @RavenReyes @ClarkeGriffin see you soon, butthead.
@RavenReyes: @LexaWoods @ClarkeGriffin Commander! Such language. You kiss your grandma with that mouth?
@LexaWoods: @RavenReyes @ClarkeGriffin Claaaarke! Make her stop.
@ClarkeGriffin: @LexaWoods @RavenReyes both of you cut it out or neither of you are getting any fish tacos this weekend.
@RavenReyes: @LexaWoods @ClarkeGriffin not fair! She started it!
@LexaWoods: @RavenReyes @ClarkeGriffin I did not! Raven did!
@OctaviaBlake: @RavenReyes @LexaWoods @ClarkeGriffin ahh, classic she said-she said. Guess that means more tacos for me.
@ClarkeGriffin: @OctaviaBlake @RavenReyes @LexaWoods …why do I put up with you all?
@RavenReyes: @LexaWoods @ClarkeGriffin @OctaviaBlake because 15 years ago of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, you walked into ours...
@LexaWoods: @RavenReyes @ClarkeGriffin @OctaviaBlake stop quoting Bogart to my girlfriend!
@OctaviaBlake: @RavenReyes @LexaWoods @ClarkeGriffin #Clexa
@ClarkeGriffin: @OctaviaBlake @RavenReyes @LexaWoods …sigh…
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*You have (2) missed call*
Clarke Griffin2hrs ago
Hey babe, thought I’d give you a quick call before I head into surgery. I’ve got this one and then another one, and then (barring any emergencies) I’m off for the night!
Clarke Griffin2hrs ago
Can’t wait to see you! Woooo! Game day!
Clarke Griffin2hrs ago
On a completely unrelated note, how mad would you be if I wore my Octavia Blake Spirit jersey to the game tonight?
Clarke Griffin2hrs ago
Just kidding!
Clarke Griffin2hrs ago
…not really though. See you soon, babe! ☺
Raven Reyes10m ago
Ok, Wells just texted me. Griff just got out of surgery and she has about an hour before her next one. Now is good.
Raven Reyes10m ago
This isn’t doing anything to discourage the whole Commander Heart Eyes thing, btw.
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“Can I help you?”
Lexa looked up from where she had been looking at her phone screen, replying to Raven’s message. A handsome man was smiling at her, lab coat on and a stethoscope around his neck.
Lexa cleared her throat, pocketing her phone. “Yes, I’m looking for Dr. Griffin?” she asked, fiddling with the box of chocolates in her other hand.
“May I ask what for?” he asked kindly.
“Oh, I’m…umm, I’m her girlfriend?” Lexa said, though it sounded more like a question. She didn’t know why she was so nervous—Lexa had been nothing but excited since she saw that her team was scheduled to play the Washington Spirit in early April. She and Clarke had been apart for a little over a month, and Lexa couldn’t wait to see Clarke again—to have the doctor in her arms once more.
She watched as the doctor’s eyes widened, a large grin spreading across his face.
“You must be Lexa!” he exclaimed, laughing and pulling her into a hug once she nodded her head yes.
Flustered, Lexa awkwardly patted the man on his back before he released her.
“Sorry! Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “That was weird. I shouldn’t have hugged you without asking. I’m just so excited to meet you. Clarke has been talking about you nonstop since she got back to the hospital.” He held his hand out, offering it to Lexa. “I’m Wells. Cardio resident. And Clarke’s friend.”
Lexa’s eyes lit up with recognition as she reached out and shook his hand. “Wells! Yeah, Clarke has told me all about you,” she said, finally connecting the dots. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Wells gave her a smile, eyeing the chocolates in her hand. “Chocolate? Good idea. Clarke will need the sugar boost before her next surgery,” he said. “If you follow me, I can take you to where she’s supposed to be napping but will really be on her phone looking through photos of you. Lately she’s been forcing all the nurses to swoon over them with her.”
Lexa felt her cheeks warm as Wells chuckled again before gesturing for her to follow him down the hall. They passed what looked to be the nurse’s station and a few rooms, people calling out a hello to Wells as they passed as he offered them all a wave in return.
“Sorry I didn’t recognize you right away. I guess the hair down confused me. We all went to the bar across the street to watch your season opener against the Dash,” he said as they continued down the hall. “Those were some awesome goals! I don’t think that bar has ever seen doctors cheering that loudly before.”
Lexa laughed, remembering Clarke’s voicemail from that night and the excitement in her girlfriend’s voice when she had called back later, the two talking on the phone for a few hours before Clarke finally went to bed.
“Thanks,” she said, shaking her head. “Doctors gone wild, huh?”
“Well, I don’t think it started that way,” Wells admitted, grinning. “But then Raven bought us a round of shots, and then there was another, and you know how those things go.”
He stopped in front of a room labeled ORTHO. Wells gestured to the door, taking a step back. “She should be in there,” he said. “It was really nice meeting you, Lexa. Good luck in your game tonight!”
“Thank you,” she replied, shaking his hand again before he continued on his way.
Lexa looked at the door, taking a deep breath. She raised her hand, hesitating for only a second before knocking on the door twice.
“Just a minute!” she heard Clarke’s voice ring out.
Lexa smiled, and suddenly she couldn’t wait any longer—grabbing the handle, she pushed down and forward, the door swinging open.
“I said—”
Clarke’s voice caught in her throat, her words dying abruptly as she took in the girl in front of her.
“Lexa!” Clarke exclaimed, eyes wide with shock before a grin erupted onto her face.
Taking the few steps between them, Clarke launched herself in the other girl’s arms.
“Clarke,” Lexa exhaled, burying her face in her girlfriend’s neck.
The two stood there for what seemed like hours but was really only seconds, just basking in the presence of one another.
“I missed you,” she heard Clarke murmur in her ear.
“I missed you,” Lexa replied, pulling back slightly and grinning.
She stared into her favorite pair of blue eyes—the ones that pictures and video calls didn’t do justice—the ones she missed so much over the last month. Lexa smiled as Clarke brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, and then she was kissing her.
Lexa kissed Clarke without reservation—it had been too long since she felt Clarke’s lips against her own. She deepened the kiss, lost in the sensation of Clarke—touching her, surrounding her, enveloping her—Lexa had missed Clarke so much. She felt Clarke’s tongue slip into her mouth, and she barely had the presence of mind to kick the open door behind her as it slammed shut.
And then Lexa was sliding her hands down, gripping the back of Clarke’s thighs before hoisting her up. Clarke let out a startled yelp, wrapping her legs around the soccer player’s waist. Lexa peered up at the blonde doctor, who was grinning at her, hands coming up to cup the soccer player’s cheeks.
“I forgot how strong you are,” Clarke teased, before closing the gap between their mouths once more.
“It’s all in the legs,” Lexa murmured against Clarke’s mouth, grinning as she felt her girlfriend chuckle, Clarke’s breath hot on her face.
Lexa wiggled her eyebrows, smirking at her girlfriend. Letting out a real laugh now, Clarke dropped a few quick kisses onto Lexa’s lips, before peppering kisses all over her girlfriend’s face. She hopped down, dropping her hands to Lexa’s waist and spinning them around. She backed the soccer player up until Lexa’s legs connected with the small cot in the room, pushing her girlfriend so she was flopped down on the bed.
“Want to see what else on-call rooms are for?” Clarke asked, smirking down at Lexa.
She straddled Lexa’s hips, leaning down slowly until their faces were only a few inches apart.
Lexa couldn’t help the soft smile that crept on her face, and her hands found their way just above the blue scrub pants Clarke was wearing, caressing the skin there.
“I really did miss you, Clarke,” Lexa said softly, eyes shining.
Clarke cupped Lexa’s cheek, rubbing her thumb against it.
“Me too, babe,” Clarke replied, before closing the gap once more, kissing her girlfriend softly. The two of them were soon lost in the sensation of each other, spending the next half hour making up for the time they were apart.
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“You look hot in your scrubs,” Lexa commented, watching from the small bed as Clarke retied the strings on her pants before pulling on her top.
Clarke snorted, running her fingers through her hair before putting it back up in a bun. “You say the sweetest things to me, babe,” she said, grabbing her lab coat from the chair in the room and pulling it on over her scrubs.
Lexa laughed, sitting up and grabbing her own shirt, throwing it on before putting on her jacket and zipping it back up.
“So I’m gonna see you at the game later, right?” Lexa asked, reaching out and grabbing Clarke’s hands, pulling her closer so the doctor was standing in between Lexa’s legs.
Clarke smiled down at her girlfriend, running her fingers through her girlfriend’s hair. “Definitely,” Clarke replied, leaning down as Lexa lifted her chin up, meeting Clarke’s lips in a gentle kiss. Clarke pulled away after a moment, brushing her thumb against Lexa’s bottom lip. “I’ll be in the one in the Octavia Blake jersey,” she said, taking a few steps back and putting her stethoscope around her neck.
“Wha—Claaaarke,” Lexa whined.
Clarke just laughed before grabbing Lexa’s hand, pulling her up from the bed.
“Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Clarke said, opening the door and leading Lexa down the hall.
“Are you really going to be wearing a Spirit jersey tonight?” Lexa asked, following along behind her girlfriend. “Clarke? Seriously—Clarke?”
Clarke simply turned her head to look at Lexa over her shoulder, sending the soccer player a wink. She pulled Lexa into a room with a bunch of lockers, and Clarke quickly approached her own, spinning the lock’s combination and opening the locker door. She grabbed something and stuffed it into her lab coat pocket before pulling Lexa out of the locker room and further down the hall. The two stopped in front of a door, and Clarke turned to face her girlfriend.
“Ok, wait here until I tell you to come in,” Clarke said, before knocking on the door. They heard a faint, “Come in,” and Clarke opened the door, entering the room as Lexa stood patiently outside.
Lexa fiddled with her zipper, looking up and down the hall. The hospital was busy—and she felt a sense of pride swell in her chest when she thought about Clarke walking these very hallways, helping and healing people. It amazed Lexa how smart and intelligent her girlfriend is—how kind and thoughtful Clarke continued to be no matter what. If Lexa had a bad day, it meant she didn’t perform as well as she knew she was capable of, or she lost a game. If Clarke had a bad day, she could have lost a patient—a human life.
“Lexa,” Clarke said, stepping out of the room and interrupting Lexa’s train of thought.
“I am in awe of you,” Lexa said, voicing her thoughts out loud as she pulled her girlfriend in closer.
Clarke smiled, though there was a look of confusion on her face as she wondered what prompted Lexa’s statement. “Babe?”
“I just—your job, what you’re dedicating your life to,” Lexa said, wrapping her arms around Clarke’s waist. “You’re helping people, Clarke. Healing them. It just helps put things into perspective. What’s important, and all that.” She leaned forward, resting her forehead against Clarke’s. “It helps me remember that losing a game isn’t the end of the world.”
“Lexa, what you do is important,” Clarke said, shaking her head. She brought her hand up to rest against Lexa’s face, the soccer player leaning into the doctor’s touch. “Don’t diminish all that you’ve accomplished and all you’re going to accomplish. Your thing is just as important as my thing. And I’m in awe of you.” She smiled, taking a step back and linking their fingers together again. “Speaking of people in awe of you, I have someone I want you to meet.” Clarke pulled Lexa through the doorway, smiling at the teenage girl sitting on the bed, right leg in a full cast.
“Lexa, this is Spencer and her mom, Cassidy,” Clarke said, gesturing to the girl sitting in the bed, propped up with pillows and the woman sitting next to the bed. “Spencer, this is—”
“Holy shit,” the teenager interrupted Clarke, eyes widening. “Lexa Woods.”
Lexa chuckled as Clarke struggled to keep a straight face.
“Spence, language,” the teen’s mom said, though she too was struggling to not smile.
“You weren’t joking,” Spencer continued, ignoring her mom’s comment. “Holy shit. You’re actually dating Lexa Woods. Wha—Dr. G! This is so cool! Lexa Woods is in my room. Holy shit. Holy shit.”
Lexa laughed again, and Clarke couldn’t help the smile that crept up on her face. “Spencer tore her ACL and her MCL, and—”
“Dr. G fixed me all up so I could get back on the field as soon as possible,” Spencer interrupted, a grin on her face.
“You know, I tore my ACL and MCL—”
“Right before your freshman year at UNC,” Spencer finished, and Lexa grinned.
“Yup, and I had to have surgery,” Lexa continued, nodding her head. “But I worked hard and got back to the pitch, and I’m certain you will too.”
“That’s what we’re hoping for,” Spencer’s mom said, grinning at her daughter.
“Oh!” Clarke exclaimed, pulling out a rolled up article of clothing from her lab pocket. “What’s this?” she asked, feigned surprise as she unrolled the piece and held it up to reveal a Lexa Woods USWNT jersey. “And this?” she asked again, pulling a sharpie from her pocket. “Huh, weird that I have both of these things just lying around,” Clarke continued, and Lexa just shook her head at her girlfriend’s antics.
“Give me the jersey, Dr. Griffin,” Lexa said playfully, grabbing the jersey and pen from her girlfriend. She walked over to the bed, laying the jersey on top of the sheets and signing her name.
“I’m sure you’re gonna be back before you know it,” Lexa said to the wide-eyed teen, picking up the jersey and walking to the side of Spencer’s bed. “Just work hard. You’ve got a long road ahead of you, and it’s gonna get tough. And that’s when the tough get tougher,” she continued, putting the jersey on Spencer’s lap. “You’re gonna find out what you’re made of.”
Spencer nodded her head frantically, hanging on to every word Lexa was saying. “Thank you,” the teen breathed out, picking up the jersey and staring at it reverently before looking back at Lexa. “I’ll work hard. I promise.”
“Good,” Lexa said, nodding her head.
“Thank you so much,” Spencer’s mom said, eyes shining with gratitude at the soccer player.
Lexa just smiled, nodding her head. She looked back at Clarke, who was giving Lexa a huge grin.
“Ok, I’ve got to scrub in for another surgery, but a nurse will be in to hand you the discharge papers,” Clarke said to Spencer’s mom. “Spence, I’ll see you soon,” she said to the teen, who had a full-blown smile on her face.
“Thank you Lexa! And thank you so much, Dr. G!” Spencer gushed. “You’re seriously the best.”
“Thank you,” Spencer’s mom said kindly, nodding to Clarke.
Lexa followed Clarke out of the room, and quickly found herself being kissed firmly on the mouth.
“See?” Clarke said when they broke apart, smiling at Lexa. “What you do is important.”
Lexa nodded her head, reaching down and intertwining their fingers. “How about I treat you to a quick coffee before I go?” she asked, giving Clarke’s hand a squeeze.
“I would love that,” Clarke hummed, leaning forward and giving Lexa a quick kiss on the cheek.
The doctor pulled the soccer player down the hallway once more, before turning back to look at her girlfriend.
“But no amount of caffeine bribery is gonna get me to leave my Blake jersey at home,” Clarke teased.
Lexa just shook her head, pulling Clarke closer and slinging her arm over the other girl’s shoulders. She dropped a kiss on the side of Clarke’s head, smiling into her girlfriend’s blonde hair.
“I adore you,” Lexa simply replied.
Clarke turned her head and just grinned, the two making their way to the cafeteria.
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“Yo Commander, your girlfriend is waving at you.”
Lexa whipped her head towards the stands where her teammate was pointing. She let out a snort when she spotted the blonde haired doctor, sitting in the stands next to Raven near midfield.
The two were decked out in Spirit jerseys, the number on the front signifying that they were, in fact, Octavia Blake jerseys. She squinted her eyes, feigning a pout at the smirk Clarke was giving her as the doctor pointed to the Spirit crest on her chest. But Lexa let out a laugh as she watched Clarke pull out a blue and white FCKC scarf and wrap it around her neck, before producing a matching beanie out of her bag and placing it on her head.
Lexa simply shook her head as Clarke mouthed, “You’re welcome”. Lexa gave an exaggerated bow, tipping an imaginary cap Clarke’s way as a sarcastic thank you. She watched Clarke laugh before she turned back to her warm up, continuing with her stretching.
She jogged to midfield and caught Octavia’s eye across the field. The younger player wiggled her eyebrows at Lexa, who very maturely stuck her tongue out at her friend and national team teammate.
“This is gonna be fun,” Lexa murmured to herself, smiling.