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The shifting of the bed beneath her and the movement of the warm naked body she was wrapped around woke Lexa up from the light dozing she had fallen into.
Lexa shifted slightly herself, briefly tightening her arms around the beautiful woman she had found herself seeing more and more lately. She dropped a soft kiss on the back of her neck and nuzzled into her for a moment, before loosening her grasp. The woman turned around and gave Lexa a soft kiss. Her blue eyes opened, and she gave Lexa a small smile before slipping out of the bed and rummaging around Lexa’s bedroom in search of her underwear.
Lexa flopped back onto her back and stretched her arms and legs as far out as they could go, before relaxing back in the bed. Lexa propped herself up on one elbow and watched as the beautiful blonde moved around her penthouse.
Clarke Griffin was the Head RN at Arkadia Hospital, despite being one semester away from being a doctor. They met through mutual friends; Octavia Blake was coworkers with Lexa’s best and oldest friend, Anya. They had all went out for drinks one night 4 months ago and since then Clarke has found her way into Lexa’s bed almost every weekend. And on a rare occasion or two, a weekday. Every other weekend she’d stay the night, but other than that she usually left at around 10pm at the latest.
With anyone else it wouldn’t be a problem, hell it’d be the be quite the opposite, but with Clarke…
She liked Clarke… a lot. She was a down to earth, funny, kind woman who Lexa got along great with. To put it plainly, Lexa wanted more with Clarke, but she wasn’t sure if Clarke wanted the same thing. There would be times when it seemed like she wanted more, where she would look like she didn’t want to leave, but she did every time and Lexa was really starting to question where this was going.
A loud sigh brought her out of her thoughts. It would seem she had found her panties, black lace, but was still looking for the matching bra, walking from the living room back into the bedroom scouring the floor.
“Are you going to just sit there and ogle me, or could you help me find my bra.” Her voice was husky with an edge of teasing to it. She stood with her back against the open door, her hands on her hips, making no effort to cover her chest. A slight smirk on her face.
Lexa sat up and propped herself up on the headboard, bringing her hands behind her head, “Mmm, I don’t know. I’m really liking this view.”
“Come on Lex,” she had a teasing pout on her face. “Help me out, I have to go.” The pout turned slightly more genuine.
Lexa pulled the covers off herself and slid out of the bed. She was fully naked, and she relished the quick up and down look Clarke gave her as she strode confidently up to the blonde. She stopped directly in front of her and put her hands on either side of the blonde.
Leaning down to whisper in her ear, “You could always stay the night, I wouldn’t mind.”
Clarke’s hand came to rest on Lexa’s waist and her head tilted up as she laid a few kisses on Lexa’s jaw. “I wish I could.”
Lexa leaned back to look at her face, to Clarke’s credit she did look like she wished she could stay. Lexa pursed her lips, then reached up without looking and snagged Clarke’s bra from where it was hanging on the top of the door.
Handing it to her, Lexa said, “How about dinner then? Tomorrow night, 6 pm? You said you were off, right?”
Clarke took her bra and pulled it over her head before moving away from Lexa to grab her pants. Lexa turned and followed her movements, watching as Clarke bit her lip looking pensive while pulling up her jeans.
“I’m sorry Lex,” she said finally, “I can’t tomorrow.”
Lexa looked down at the carpet, it’s not as if she didn’t expect Clarke to say no. It wasn’t like they were dating, what they had was like a standing booty call, without the call. In fact, they would only call to cancel or move it to another day, on the weekend. No weekdays.
Still, Lexa felt a little disappointed.
As she was staring down at the carpet, she didn’t see Clarke come up to her, but she didn’t startle when her hands came back to Lexa’s hips and one hand moved up to caress her abs.
She looked up and Clarke said, “But, maybe we can have dinner next Friday? If that’s ok with you?”
Now that shocked Lexa, “Wha- yeah of course. I know the perfect place; you’re going to love it.”
Clarke’s smile made goosebumps break out over Lexa’s body, “Great, it’s a date. So, I’ll see you next week.”
Lexa blinked, with all her thought processing, she hadn’t even noticed when Clarke put on her shirt and shoes. She stood up quickly, “Let me walk you down,” she moved around Clarke, ignoring her protests as she quickly grabbed some sweats and a sweater.
She was dressed and walking Clarke down to the lobby of the building in under 2 minutes. They didn’t say much as they rode the elevator down or when they were waiting for Clarke’s Uber, but before Clarke could get in the car, Lexa finally worked up the courage to ask the question she’d been dreading.
“Before you go, I really need to know. I won’t be mad at the answer…” she took a deep breath as Clarke looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “You’re not married, are you?” Clarke’s other eyebrow came up, and she dropped the hand that was reaching for the car door. She held up a single finger to the driver asking him to wait a moment and pulled Lexa away from the car a bit.
“What makes you think that?” Her voice wasn’t defensive, just inquisitive.
Lexa sighed, “Well, we only really meet on Friday’s, sometimes Saturday’s and you never really spend the night. I mean I know that our relationship is more of a booty call type of thing, but I feel like I want it to be more. And you always seem like you want it to be more too, but you always hold back. I can’t really think of a good reason why you would. I guess, that’s just what I concluded. I don’t know…” Lexa took a breath and looked at Clarke, who looked like she was holding back a smile.
“You’re cute when you ramble.” And yep, she was not holding back that smile.
“Clarke,” Lexa tried in the most serious voice she could muster with butterflies erupting from her stomach with that smile.
“I’m sorry,” she did not sound sorry whatsoever. Her expression turned a bit more serious, “I’m not married Lexa. I am divorced though.”
Lexa let out a breath that she didn’t realize she had been holding, “Ok, that’s good. Would hate to be a homewrecker.”
“Well, you’re not.” Clarke said with that same smile. She started to reach for the car door, but Lexa darted to it first and opened it like the gentlewoman she is. “Thank you.”
Lexa closed the door and the window rolled down, “Are you going to tell me why?”
“I’ll tell you on our date next week. It’s nothing bad, I promise.” With that the Uber drive started to drive away, “Goodnight Lexa.”
“Goodnight,” Lexa stared as the car pulled out into traffic and disappeared around the corner a minute later.
She had a date with Clarke Griffin.