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Clarke smiles despite the pain. She loves the sight of Lexa taking care of her. This is the first time anyone’s cared for her this much. With her mom being a doctor, she was always selected by default to care for Clarkes injuries but that never went without Abby lecturing her and making her feel like shit over the accident, and Finn, well, he was Finn. He didn’t do too much to help her no matter the stage of their relationship.
Lexa made sure Clarke would rest her ankle and didn’t let her walk on it. She proved to Clarke that she was paying more attention to the doctor than she was when she reminded Clarke to take the ice off after 25 minutes because she was supposed to do it on and off. Lexa wrapped Clarke’s foot to make sure she didn’t move it a lot and Clarke was really sad knowing she’d have to leave soon. She didn’t realize how much she liked being cared for without the judgement.
“You’re great.” Clarke says as she smiles down at Lexa.
“I’m okay.” The girl replies with a chuckle and a quick shrug.
“No, I mean it. You’ve been helping me, a practical stranger. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I don’t know what I’m gonna do when I have to leave.”
“You don’t have to leave.” Lexa says, immediately feeling her cheeks start to burn.
“And you’re just the sweetest,” Clarke continues, “I would love to but I’m sure I’m just being a burden on you and your family, especially now.” she gestures to her foot.
“Sounds fake for both of those.” Lexa replies as she finishes wrapping Clarkes foot. “You’re fun and my family likes you. I think even my mom is starting to come around. Stay a little longer? For me?”
Clarke can’t help the smile that comes on her face. “Okay, I’ll stay longer… Only if you admit you’re cute.” She tries not to laugh at Lexa’s face. During their few days together shes seen the jokingly exaggerated ‘are you kidding me’ face and it’s still funny. “Go on.” Clarke giggles. “Say, I’m cute.”
“You’re cute.” Lexa replies, knowing that’s not what Clarke wanted.
The blonde rolls her eyes. “Try again.”
“You're-”
“I’m-” Clarke cuts her off.
“You’re-” Lexa tries again and lets a laugh slip.
“Oh, you think this is funny?” Clarke questions with a smile. “I’ll just go.” She says as she starts to get up. She knows she’s not going anywhere but she has to at least pretend she's going to go. Lexa laughs again but gives in. They’re face to face now that Clarke is sitting up.
“Okay, okay. I’m cute.” Lexa’s eyes can’t help but look down at Clarke’s lips. I could kiss her. I could do it, right now. Their eyes meet again and she wonders if Clarke saw. She did and Lexa’s glad because it’s then that Clarke decided to take the risk.
Their lips connected in a kiss so sweet, innocent and uninfluenced by Lexa’s family eye. It happens again, and again. Lexa follows Clarke’s lead when she feels her laying back and she follows. They only stop kissing enough for Lexa to make sure she doesn’t hurt Clarke’s leg and then she’s on top of her.
Clarke nearly whimpers at the feeling of Lexa on top of her, the feel of her lips against her own and the gentle caress of a hand on her side is just so much. How is it possible to get this worked up over a little making out? Clarke lets their lips disconnect and Lexa’s mouth attached to her neck. Oh, that’s good. Clarke’s fingers thread through Lexa’s thick hair, keeping the girl their as she left kisses, bites and licks of different variations. She’s so gonna leave a mark. Clarke gives her a little bit more room to work with because a big part of her wants Lexa to leave one. Octavia’s never gonna let me live this down.
Lexa’s lips move once again, back to Clarke’s lips, when she feels the blondes hands snake up the back of her shirt. The feeling of Clarke’s dull fingernails against her back makes her head foggy and her lips make her dizzy. Lexa realizes that kissing Clarke makes her feel like she does when shes drunk. Warm, tingly and a little dizzy, all the best parts of drinking without the hangover sickness.
A knock on the door interrupts them and Lexa pulls away too fast, letting her leg bump against Clarkes, making the girl hiss out in pain. “I’m so sorry!” Lexa says, worried about Clarke. Another knock comes at the door, followed by Anya on the other side saying to “open up lovebirds.”
“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Clarke says and Lexa moves to open the door.
“Everyone’s decent right? Done fucking?” Anya says as she enters the room. Lexa rolls her eyes.
“There’s been no fucking, Anya. Now what do you want?” Lexa asks.
“Your mom wants you. Our parents are leaving and she wants to say goodbye.” Anya tells her. Right, the party. “Lincoln and Octavia just got back from the store and we agreed to order the pizzas in an hour since it’ll be a big order it’ll probably take longer to get here.” Her cousin goes on.
“Gotcha, we’ll be out soon.” Lexa tells her and Anya leaves. The brunette turns to her pretend girlfriend.
“So…” Clarke says, trailing off.
“So... ” The brunette replies. What now.
“That was-”
“Weird?” Lexa says, remembering what Clarke said last time they kissed.
Clarke immediately regretted saying that when they first kissed. “No, amazing.”
That makes Lexa smile. “I told you I was a top.” They both laugh and Clarke throws a pillow at the girl.
“Shut up Miss, “I’m a top” and help me up.”
Lexa helps her to her foot and gives her the crutches she was given at the doctors. They’re pressed together for a second before they kiss again.
“You’re pretty good at that.” Clarke says.
“You’re better.” Lexa replies.
“And you’re too humble for your own good.”
Goodbyes are said to the parents and Lexa plops down on the couch with a sigh. “She’s so stressful.” she says referring to her mother.
“Yeah, well now it’s time to de-stress and have a good time.” Anya says as she plops down next to her.
The doorbell rings and everyone smiles.
“That must be the pizza.” Anya says as she hops up to answer the door. “So how much is it again?” she asks as she opens her wallet. She then frowns when she realizes that the man is empty handed.
“Hi, my name is Marcus. Can I talk to Clarke?”
And the sound of the blondes name, Lexa stands up, leaving the blonde at the couch as she goes to check whos at the door.
“Who’s asking for her?” Lexa asks and Anya lets her cousin take over.
“Ah, you must be Lexa. Abby said she met you.” The mention of Clarke’s mom caused her eyes to narrow. The sound of Clarke’s voice behind her shakes Lexa.
“Marcus? What are you doing here?” The blonde asks, a mixture of anger and confusion dance with each other.
“Can we just step out?” He asks as he notices the eyes of strangers behind him.
Clarke agrees just because she doesn’t want to risk Lexa’s cousins finding out more than they should about her and she certainly didn’t want anything about Finn to slip out in the heat of conversation. Lexa steps out with them.
“What are you doing here Marcus?” Clarke asks again. “Don’t tell me my mom sent you like a little errand boy?” She spits out. “We all know you were better at listening to her than my dad.”
“Listen Clarke, I was your dads best friend. It didn’t intentionally end up this way but-”
Clarke cuts him off. “I’m sure, “take care of Clarke and Abby wasn’t meant to be taken the way you took it. He wanted you to make sure we were okay. NOT , marry my mom and try to replace him as my dad.” Clarke goes off.
Marcus stands there and accepts the rage coming from the small blonde. This was her first time going off on him and he understood it. He understood that it had to happen to move past this. Eventually.
“And how did you even find me? What are you stalking me now? Did my mom hire someone?”
Marcus sighs as he wipes the stress from his face. “I’ll admit your mother and I followed you guys when you left the hospital but she did not send me. I wanted to try to come to you and tell you to give her a chance.”
“Give her a chance? Oh, that's rich.” Clarke curses herself for letting tears fall. “I wish she’d given me a chance for once. She didn’t give me a chance to do anything and if there was anything, no matter how big or small, she’d swoop right in to take over and then she’d ridicule me and then go on about how she saved me and how I’ll always need her for everything. As if I ever asked her for help.” At this point Clarke was wiping away tears every second. “I’m done with her Marcus. I was done with her the day my dad died. Hell, I was done before, it just wasn’t as bad.”
“Clarke, don’t say that. You don’t mean it.” Marcus tries to say but is once again cut off.
“Stop. You don’t know me. You never have. Now go.”
“Clarke.”
“Go!” she says through her teeth, anger all over her face.
Marcus finally turns to go. “I hope to see you soon Clarke. You’ll always be welcome with open arms by your mother and I” he says and gets into his car.
It isn’t until he’s driven off that Clarke turns to the silent Lexa and falls into her arms, sobbing.
The brunette rubs her back and eventually soothes her. “You’re okay, let it out.”
They’re outside for awhile. They moved to the swing on the porch as Clarke worked to calm down. It isn’t until the pizza man gets there that Clarke is okay enough to go inside.
“Ready for fun?” Lexa asks and Clarke smiles.9
“I’m so ready.”