It was warm but the air was humid and the sound of New York City traffic hummed in Clarke’s ears.
She was glad that she chose to wear a light tank top and a skirt rather than the jeans she had planned on wearing originally. One arm was thrown over Octavia’s shoulder and her head was already buzzing from the many drinks Raven handed to her at the bar they had just left.
They were walking to a club that she had forgotten the name of, Octavia had told her as they left the bar but it was completely lost on her now. She ran a hand through her hair as she sighed.
“So…my mom is being a dick, again,” she told them.
She didn’t want to ruin their evening but she also wanted to get this off her chest and she knew her friends would understand.
“What’s she doing this time?” Raven asked, her voice was slightly slurred but it was still laced with worry.
“It’s my granddads 90th birthday next week and I may have told her I have a girlfriend that I’m bringing with me.”
“Why the hell would you do that?!” Octavia exclaimed a little too loudly.
“Because she was getting up my ass about not dating in months and I just blurt it out. I didn’t mean too but by now she’s probably told the whole family about it. So if I don’t show up without one I’m basically screwed,” Clarke sighed.
“Damn,” Raven whistled.
“Yeah,” Clarke agreed, “My mom wants me to come up a week early as well.” Clarke looked at her friends hopefully, “Either of you want to be my fake girlfriend for a week?”
Clarke knew it was a long shot and to her friends credit they still both looked apologetic.
“I’m sorry I can’t,” Raven said, “You know how work is, they’d never let me have time off on such short notice.”
“I can’t either, if it was just the weekend I would but I’ve got classes to teach,” Octavia reminded.
“Yeah I understand, thanks anyway. I’ll figure something out,” Clarke said hopefully. To pick up the mood Clarke switched the conversation, “So O, tell my why you didn’t tell me and Raven about your mystery gym guy?” she asked teasingly.
Octavia smacked Clarke in the shoulder, “How did you find out about him?!”
“Ouch! Don’t hit me! Hit Raven, she’s the one who stole your phone.”
“Clarke! Way to sell me out,” Raven exclaimed.
“His name is Lincoln.”
“What’s he like?” Raven asked curiously.
“Guys he’s so sweet,” Octavia gushed, Clarke and Raven immediately made gagging noises, “See! This is why I didn’t tell you guys.”
“Sorry,” Clarke said quickly, “Sorry, we’ll stop. Right Raven?”
“Right,” she nodded, “You got his number, right?”
Octavia scoffed, “Of course.”
“Good, I’ve trained you well.”
“Please, if anything I’ve trained you,” she retorted. “…And we may be meeting him tonight.”
Raven burst out laughing, “Oh my god O.”
“You’re such a lovesick puppy.”
“I am not.”
“Please, you’re eyes are practically sparkling,” Clarke teased.
“Shut up you guys,” she grumbled, “Anyway, we’re meeting him at this bar with his friend, although I don’t know who they are.”
“Ooh a mystery man,” Raven said wiggling her eyebrows.
“Or woman.” Clarke added.
As they rounded another corner, Raven grumbled, “Jesus how far away is this club?”
“Raven we’ve been walking for like ten minutes,” Octavia reminded.
“Ten minutes too many.”
“Relax,” she said with a roll of her eyes, “We’re almost there, I think.”
“Do you know what this club is like?” Raven asked.
Octavia shrugged, “Lincoln said it was good.”
“Great,” she rolled her eyes, “So it might suck.”
It turns out it didn’t suck.
In fact it was the complete opposite. The word ‘Grounders’ was written in big bright letters above the entrance and two large bulky guys with wide shoulders guarded the door. A line of people stood waiting outside, it was so long that it even began to curl around the corner of the building.
But apparently Lincoln was good friends with the owner, so they went straight to the front of the line. One of the bouncers checked a clipboard before nodding them through. They ignored the glares from the people waiting in line and walked through the door.
Inside was packed with people, most of who were dancing to the beat of a deep bass. It shook the floor and the walls; Clarke could feel it in her bones. It was loud, but it made her feel alive.
The three girls wound their way to the bar, it took a while but soon they each had a drink and two shots. They downed the shots immediately then grabbed their drinks and headed towards a neon sign that read ‘NO WORKING DURING DRINKING HOURS’ where Octavia had said Lincoln would be waiting.
As they walked Clarke gulped down her drink and by the time they reached the sign, it was gone. She placed her glass down on a random table. Octavia hugged a tall man with a charming smile and so Clarke assumed it was the Lincoln that she had been speaking about.
Octavia had been right; he was hot.
“I’m going to find a bathroom!” Clarke shouted to Raven who nodded back to her.
The bathroom was easy enough to find, a glow in the dark arrow pointing the direction. She struggled with the stall door and almost fell out when it suddenly opened.
It was only when she was washing her hands, she noticed a girl staring at her.
The first thing she realised was the girl was insanely attractive, with full lips, wide eyes and hair pulled back tied in various intricate plaits. She was dressed in tight black jeans and an army green sleeveless shirt that showed off her arms and tribal tattoo’s nicely.
It was only after a few moments of shamelessly checking her out did Clarke notice the amused smirk on her lips.
“You alright?” the girl asked.
“I’m good,” Clarke replied, she looked away slightly embarrassed for staring, “So, do you normally hang around in bathrooms at bars?” she asked as she dried her hands.
“Not normally no,” she shook her head, “Do you normally check out girls in bathrooms?”
“Sometimes,” Clarke responded teasingly. “Why’d you start hanging out in bathrooms today?”
The girl shrugged, “I saw a pretty girl stumble out of a stall, thought I’d check to see if she was alright.”
Clarke was flattered and impressed at how smoothly the girl spoke but instead of letting either of those emotions show she felt her lips curl into a smirk.
“I’m assuming you also don’t normally hit on girls in bathrooms too?”
“Who said I was hitting on you?”
Clarke quirked an eyebrow “Weren’t you?”
“No, I was. I just never said it.”
Clarke barked out a laugh, “That was kind of lame.”
“I know it was,” she grinned, “I’m Lexa.”
“Clarke,” she supplied.
“So Clarke, do you want to get a drink with me?”
Clarke grimaced as she woke, the sun shining straight into her eyes. She felt dirty from old sweat coating her skin and her mouth felt dry, like she had sucked on a piece of cotton all night. She rolled over only to be greeted by a face full of hair.
She suddenly became aware of someone was hugging her waist gently, their breath now hitting her cheek.
It was only when she realised it was Lexa sleeping peacefully next to her did she relax, the night suddenly flooded back to her. The drinking, the dancing, the kissing, more drinking.
They had stumbled out of the club clutching at each other. Clarke wasn’t sure how they got back to her apartment but she was almost certain that they ran.
It had been a good night, a great night even. At the very least it was eventful.
Clarke gazed down at the woman next to her.
Clarke knew she was being a little bit creepy, but she couldn’t help it. She had known Lexa was beautiful last night but it never fully clicked just how beautiful she was until now.
“You’re staring at me,” Lexa murmured, her lips barely moved and her voice was raspy from sleep.
Clarke jumped at the sound and felt her cheeks tinge pink at being caught, “Sorry.”
Lexa moaned as she sat up, she rubbed her eyes sleepily and Clarke didn’t think she’s ever seen something so sexy and adorable at the same time.
“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Lexa asked, once she had opened her eyes again.
Clarke looked away, “Sorry.”
“You keep saying that.”
“I know, so-“
“Don’t say it,” Lexa said teasingly.
“Right of course,” Clarke mumbled, “Also, good morning.”
“It is a good morning,” Lexa agreed, a lazy smile spread over her lips and it didn’t take much brainpower for Clarke to guess where her mind went too.
Lexa rolled out of Clarke’s bed and she started picking up her clothes from the floor.
“I have to tell you, I’m not usually one to sleep over,” Lexa said with a dry laugh.
“You did last night,” she stated obviously.
Lexa shrugged, “Your bed is really comfortable,” she said, earning a quiet chuckle from Clarke.
The blonde sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist. She noticed Lexa’s eyes immediately go to her now exposed torso, but she didn’t bother covering herself back up.
They already slept together; there wasn’t much to be shy about.
“Like what you see?” Clarke teased.
“Yes.” Lexa stated bluntly. Clarke’s eyes widened ever so slightly, well she hadn’t expected that answer, maybe more flirting, but not that.
Then Lexa strode towards her, their lips connected before Clarke could fully realise what was happening. She was immediately lost in the kiss. Her eyes fluttered shut and she found her hands sneaking up Lexa’s shirt.
They only stopped when a loud grumble sounded between them. Clarke pulled back from Lexa, smiling at the now bashful looking woman.
“Was that your stomach?” she asked, grinning.
“Unfortunately I can’t offer you food because I don’t have any,” Clarke told her, “But I just so happen to live above a café, if you’re interested?”
Lexa looked at her hesitantly, “I don’t usually…do that.”
“You also said you don’t sleepover but you did,” she shrugged, “What’s breaking another ‘rule’ gonna do?”
Lexa hesitated for another moment before finally nodding, “Alright Clarke, breakfast actually sounds nice.”
Clarke grinned, “Great,” she threw the covers off of herself and walked over to the joining bathroom. She paused outside the door, “I’m going to shower really quickly and then we can go.”
“Is it too much to ask for a shower as well?” Lexa asked, “I’m almost certain you spilt beer in my hair last night.”
Clarke chuckled, “Sure. That definitely sounds like something I would do,” she said, “In fact,” she eyes Lexa up and down slowly, purposefully, “Why don’t you join me?”
Instead of answering, Lexa lifted her shirt over her head and slipped past Clarke into the bathroom.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Unsurprisingly, their shower lasted a little longer than anticipated.
But soon enough they were sat across from each other in a booth at the little café below Clarke’s apartment. Both of their hair was still damp and Lexa was wearing one of Clarke’s shirt, once they were clean Lexa couldn’t stand the smell of her own shirt anymore.
Clarke was eating a bagel with cream cheese and Lexa eating yoghurt with muesli and fruit because apparently she was into healthy eating.
“So I have to ask,” Clarke began seriously.
Lexa’s chewing slowed as she eyed her curiously, “Yes?”
“Does that actually taste good?”
Lexa laughed, “Yes it does Clarke.”
“It looks gross.”
“It’s just fruit and yoghurt.” Lexa dug out a spoonful of her breakfast and held it out in front of her, “Try it.”
Clarke’s nose scrunched up in distaste, “No thanks.”
Lexa just shrugged, “Your loss,” she said before she ate the yoghurt herself. “So,” Lexa started, after she had swallowed her bite, “What do you do Clarke?” she asked.
“I story board for an animation studio,” Clarke told her.
Lexa’s eyebrows rose up her forehead, “Wow, that’s amazing.”
“You think?” Clarke asked.
She was proud of the work she did but at the same time she always felt embarrassed to tell people what she did. She blamed her mother’s constant belittling of her career choice for that.
“I definitely do,” Lexa nodded sincerely, “Have you story boarded for anything I may have seen?”
“Did you see Spacewalker?” Clarke asked.
She doubted Lexa did, it was a film aimed at children about a woman going into space and meeting different aliens and creatures from different plants. So she was surprised when Lexa nodded.
“I did,” she admitted, “If you ever tell anyone this I’ll have to kill you, but I loved that movie. I have it on Blu-ray.” she chuckled.
“I was part of the team that storyboarded for that,” Clarke clarified.
Clarke couldn’t help but smile as Lexa did the same; it was kind of infectious, “I kind of feel like I’m meeting a celebrity.”
That really made Clarke laugh, “Shut up, I’m far from it.”
Lexa shrugged as she tried to control her grin, but it was difficult when Clarke was smiling like she was, “Still, that’s fantastic.”
Clarke cleared her throat, “And what do you do?” she asked curiously.
“I own Grounders,” Lexa shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“No way,” Clarke said surprised.
“You don’t believe me?” Lexa asked arching an eyebrow.
Clarke shook her head, “No, no, I do. I’m just surprised, I have kind of always just assumed that no one actually owns a clubs and they just pop up randomly,” she joked, earning a laugh from Lexa.
“As awesome as that would be, that isn’t what happens,” she said with a shake of her head.
“My friend Octavia was meeting up with a guy called Lincoln,” Lexa nodded, because she was supposed to meet Lincoln’s date’s friends that night, but she had gotten a little side tracked with Clarke. “She told me he was good friends with the owner but I didn’t realise that was you,” she said more seriously.
Lexa spread her arms out over dramatically, “Well here I am.” Clarke rolled her eyes.
“Grounders is pretty popular, you’ve done a great job with it,” Clarke praised.
“Thanks,” Lexa said proudly, “It’s my pride and joy.”
“Understandably,” Clarke agreed.
Lexa picked up her cup only to find that it was empty, after a quick glance at Clarke’s cup she found she had also finished hers.
“More coffee?” she asked.
Clarke nodded, “Yes please,” she reached into her pocket to grab some money.
“Don’t worry,” Lexa shook her head, “It’s on me.”
Lexa stood up, her chair scraping along the wooden floor loudly. Clarke found herself watching Lexa as she went over to wait behind the only person ordering anything.
She averted her gaze before Lexa caught her staring yet again.
As she sat there, her mind drifted back to what she had told her mother. She needed a date. And suddenly the most ridiculous idea popped into her head. It was so incredibly insane that she didn’t even know why she was contemplating the idea.
But then a few moments later Lexa was placing a fresh cup of coffee in front of her and sliding back into the booth, before Clarke could stop herself the words were out of her mouth.
“Can you pretend to be my girlfriend?”
Clarke was sure if Lexa had been drinking, coffee would now be splattered all over her shirt.
“No I’m sorry, that was insane, ignore what I just said,” she dismissed.
Lexa eyed her curiously, “You can’t just ask me to pretend to be your girlfriend then not explain further. That’s not necessarily the most normal conversation starter.”
Clarke drummed her fingers on the table in front of her nervously, “It’s stupid.”
Lexa shrugged, “Try me.”
“Fine,” Clarke sighed, “I guess I kind of owe you for springing that one you.”
A smirk appeared on Lexa’s lips, “Kinda yeah.”
“It’s my grandfathers birthday next weekend and there’s this huge party for him, which is lasting like a week because he’s 90 years old,” Clarke told her. “It’s at my grandparents house in Alaska, and my mother being the delightful woman she is was nagging at me for being single. So I told her that I actually had a girlfriend and she took that as me bringing her with me.”
Lexa sensed the sarcasm when Clarke spoke about her mother; she used the same tone when she spoke of her own.
Instead she said, “And that’s why you need someone to pretend to be your girlfriend.”
“Basically, yeah.” Clarke nodded.
“And you think that person should be me?”
“The idea came into my head when you were buying coffee and I’m going to blame the fact that I’m probably still a little drunk right now, but I didn’t really think about what I said before I asked you.” Clarke said with a humourless laugh. “You probably think I’m a creep now.”
“No, maybe a little crazy but not a creep,” she teased.
“Gee thanks,” Clarke grinned; glad she hadn’t scared Lexa away.
Lexa pursed her lips, “I’ll do it.”
Clarke blinked, “I’m sorry?”
“I’ll do it, I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend.”
“Oh my god, seriously?”
“Yes Clarke,” she said amusedly, “How many times do I have to say I’ll do it?”
“Thank you so much Lexa!” Clarke exclaimed. Several people turned their way after her outburst and she mouthed sorry to them. “I’m kind of curious, why are you agreeing to this?”
“In all honesty I have no idea,” Lexa shrugged, “But it could be fun I guess. Plus I’ve always wanted to go to Alaska and here’s my chance.”
“You won’t even have to book a flight,” Clarke assured her.
“I can pay for my own ticket Clarke.”
“My grandparents have already bought them,” she told her, “Don’t worry about it, seriously. Even if they weren’t, I would pay for yours anyway. It’s the least that I could do.”
“If you’re sure,” Lexa nodded.
“We’ll probably have to talk about this more and I’ll give you the details of the flight,” Clarke thought for a moment, “Are we actually going to do this?”
“I appears so.”
“We’re going to have to get to know each other.” Lexa nodded in agreement. If they were going to make their fake relationship believable they were definitely going to have to know more than just what they do for a living. “I have time now,” Clarke suggested, “If you’re not sick of me.”
“Well considering I own I nightclub I definitely have time now too,” she joked, “Alright, where do we start?”
“Your last name would be a good place,” Clarke proposed.
Lexa grinned at the playful tone in Clarke’s voice, “It’s Woods.”
“So you had a one night stand with Lexa, and now she’s going to pretend to be your girlfriend?” Raven repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.
She was sat at the kitchen table in Raven and Octavia’s apartment, Raven sat across from her munching on an apple and Octavia leaned against the kitchen counter.
“Yeah that’s about it,” she nodded.
“Holy shit I hate you,” Raven stated.
“What why?” Clarke asked incredulously.
“Because Lexa is fucking hot that’s why.” Octavia supplied. Clarke couldn’t deny that.
“We saw you dancing with her Clarke. And we would have been annoyed that you ditched us for her if she wasn’t so good looking.” Raven stated, Octavia nodded in agreement.
“What about Lincoln?”
Octavia waved her hand dismissively, “We’re not talking about Lincoln, we’re talking about how insanely hot your new girlfriend is!”
“Fake girlfriend,” she corrected.
“Like that matters,” Raven scoffed.
“You guys are making a bigger deal out of this than you need to be.”
“We’re really not,” Octavia retorted and Raven nodded her head in agreement.
“You know she owns Grounders right?”
“Yeah we spoke about it at breakfast yesterday,” Clarke said.
“You guys had breakfast?!” Octavia exclaimed.
“Woah, what’s with the excitement?” Clarke asked, “Yeah we had breakfast, that’s when I asked her if she could pretend to be my girlfriend.”
“Holy shit I thought this was just some drunken promise that you were blackmailing her to keep or something,” Raven laughed.
Clarke glared at her friend, “I wouldn’t do that.”
Octavia moved to sit at the table with them, she pulled out a chair before taking a seat. She leaned her elbows on the table and leaned forwards slightly, “I was talking with Lincoln and he said she doesn’t really date anyone.”
“It wasn’t a date.”
“Still,” Octavia grinned, “She totally likes you Clarke.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“Enough to sleep with you,” Raven added. Again, Clarke couldn’t deny that.
“And she agreed to go to Alaska with you for a week to pretend to be your girlfriend. No one would do that unless there were a little bit of feelings involved.”
Clarke stood up, “Look, we shouldn’t be digging so deep into this. We slept together, yes, but now she’s just doing me a favour-”
“A favour in exchange for sex,” Raven interrupted. Octavia high fived her and Clarke groaned loudly.
“You are both impossible.”
Grounders didn’t seem nearly as impressive when it wasn’t full of people, the music was playing and the lights weren’t flashing. At least not to most people anyway, but Lexa thought it was perfect.
She built the place basically from scratch almost all by herself; she figured she had a right to feel proud about it. Especially now, that it was starting to become quite popular.
Lexa actually found it comforting just standing behind the bar or sitting on the small stage during the day, which is what she was doing now. She sat with her feet hanging over the edge of the stage, swinging them back and forth.
Even though Lincoln didn’t work for Lexa he was standing behind the bar, wiping down the already clean surface. She knew he liked to pretend he was a bartender. It was actually quite adorable.
Lexa’s mind kept drifting back to yesterday, and breakfast with Clarke Griffin. She had been surprisingly comfortable in the other girls company, normally it took Lexa a while to get used to someone new but with Clarke it had been different. She felt like she could joke around, laugh and just talk, things she usually only felt comfortable doing with Lincoln.
It was that fact that made Lexa agree to go with Clarke. On the outside she may seem like an impulsive person, but really she was a planner, an organiser. She thought every aspect of a situation out before going in. But when Clarke had asked her to pretend to be her girlfriend she had found herself agreeing before she did any of that.
Some part of her wanted to take it back now, the prospect of being in unfamiliar territory with a practical strangers family for an entire was hugely off putting.
But on the other hand she couldn’t help but want to go. She would never admit to anyone, she barely managed to admit it to herself, but Clarke interested her, in a way that she hasn’t been in a long time.
“So you’re actually going to Alaska with Octavia’s friend?” he asked suddenly.
“How did you know about that?” Lexa asked.
“Octavia told me.”
“So you two are becoming something serious then?” she asked.
He grinned but shook his head, “Don’t go trying to change the conversation. And yes I think we could be, we’ve only known each other for a week, so we’ll see,” he said a soft smile on in his lips and it made Lexa happy that her best friend has met someone he already liked so much, “But anyway, back to you. How did that even happen?”
“We went to breakfast and she kind of just sprung it on me,” Lexa shrugged.
“Wait. You went to breakfast. With a girl you slept with.”
Lexa shifted uncomfortably, “Yeah…so?”
“You never do that. You’re usually gone before they even wake up.” He shrugged, “And now you’re going away with the same girl…you must really like her,” he mused.
Lexa’s eyes hardened and her back stiffened, “I don’t.”
He sighed loudly, “You don’t have to turn to stone on me,” he said, he walked out from behind the bar and came to sit next to Lexa on the stage. “You’re allowed to have feelings.” When Lexa didn’t say anything he continued, “And maybe I am wrong and you don’t like her but it’s not like you to do any of this. You only just met the girl.”
“You know I’ve always wanted to go to Alaska,” Lexa finally said.
“Like I said there’s nothing wrong with having feelings Lexa.”
The idea of dating used to feel wrong to even think about, over time she became indifferent to it, more not being interested that opposing it. I hadn’t been until yesterday morning with Clarke that she even let herself consider dating again.
“It’s been four years Lex,” Lincoln said softly.
“I know,” she replied, just as quiet.
“Costia would want you to move on.”
“It’s just…it’s hard.” Lexa’s voice cracked at the end. She leaned her head on Lincoln’s shoulder and he rested his cheek on the top of her head.
“Maybe this is a sign,” he said, “Costia would have thought so.”
Lexa laughed fondly, “You know I don’t believe in all that crap.”
“She did,” Lincoln reminded, even though he didn’t have too. “Still, just think about it.”
The scariest thing was, when Lexa thought about dating Clarke it made her heart race and a smile threatened to appear.
She hadn’t felt emotions like this in so long.
And she didn’t know what to do with them.
Lexa stood outside the airport dressed in a pair of loose black drop trousers, a sleeveless light purple shirt and a pair of sunglasses were propped on her head. She had a duffel bag sitting at her feet; she had placed it there after waiting for ten minutes with no sign of Clarke.
The two had sent a few text messages to each other over the past week, mostly about what to bring and the timings. A few were random questions about the other, as they tried to get to know each other just that bit more before their grand charade began.
She had just pulled out her phone to text Clarke when she spotted the girl climb out of a taxi that had pulled up across the street. She ran across the road, wheeling a red suitcase behind her.
“Sorry I’m late,” she was the first thing she said, “My alarm didn’t go off when I set it for, so I woke up a little late,” she excused.
Lexa nodded, “It’s fine Clarke.”
“Let’s go check in.”
Check in went smoothly, but Lexa got called up at security. She had rolled her eyes pretending to be annoyed at Clarke when she teased her and said maybe it was all the metal in her ears that set the machine off.
But soon they were sitting in the airports Starbucks sipping coffee. It was incredibly early, so Lexa drank her drink gratefully. She needed the caffeine.
“You know I like your earrings, right?” Clarke said randomly.
“Huh?” It took Lexa a moment to catch on to what she was talking about, “Oh, thank you,” she said quietly.
“I was just teasing you earlier.”
“Ok good, I just wanted to make sure.”
“It’s fine, really. It wouldn’t matter anyway, I get a lot of people commenting on it. Mostly mothers at the grocery store,” she shrugged.
“I’ve always wanted to get a few more piercings,” Clarke mused, “Maybe a nose piercing.” Lexa smirked at the thought, Clarke glared at her, “You don’t think I’d get them?”
“I’m sorry,” Lexa laughed, “I just can’t imagine it.” Clarke huffed and crossed her arms, “I’m sorry,” she said again, “If you wanted them, why didn’t you get them?”
“My mother always disagreed with them,” Clarke admitted, which only made Lexa laugh more. Eventually Clarke cracked a grin when she noticed the teasing glint in Lexa’s eye and she knew the girl wasn’t just making fun of her.
“Not the rebellious type, then.”
Clarke shook her head, “The most rebellious thing I did was go to art school rather than med school like she wanted.”
Lexa’s eyes widened slightly, impressed, “That’s big Clarke, you should be proud that you stood up for yourself. Now look where you are.”
“Unfortunately, she doesn’t see being a story board artist as very successful.” Clarke sighed. “While we’re on my mother, I should warn you about her.”
Lexa turned more serious, “Ok,” she nodded.
“She can be very…patronising sometimes,” Clarke said, “And there’s a huge possibility she’ll judge you for having tattoo’s, piercings and owning a club.”
Lexa chuckled dryly, “So she’s going to hate me then.”
“Well she may not hate you…”
“You’re not selling yourself very well Clarke,” Lexa chuckled.
Clarke shrugged, “I know, I thought it would only be fair to let you know exactly what you’d be agreeing too.”
“How noble,” Lexa teased. Then her expression became more serious and she asked, “Is that why you wanted me to come with you to this?” Lexa was genuinely curious. “To rebel against your mom?”
Clarke shook her head quickly, “No of course not. In all honesty I was desperate,” she admitted, “And we had…fun, right?”
Lexa smirked, “I think it’s safe to say we definitely had fun.”
Clarke cleared her throat as she felt her cheeks heat up, “Right.”
“I know we just met but I didn’t take you for one to be embarrassed about sex,” Lexa said, she spoke so casually that Clarke almost choked on her sip of coffee.
“I’m not embarrassed,” Clarke told her, and it was true.
“I mean especially after I had my head between your-“
“Lexa!” she exclaimed, cutting her off. She glanced around but luckily the café was mostly empty.
“I thought you weren’t embarrassed?”
“We’re in public,” she hissed.
“Fair enough,” Lexa chuckled. “So is there anyone else I need to worry about apart from your mother?"
Clarke thought for a moment, “I think you’re alright. Oh! I do have this aunt that smells like old cats.”
Lexa scrunched up her nose, “How…pleasant.”
“Other than that you should be reasonably ok,” Clarke nodded.
“Reasonably?” Lexa asked, that didn’t sound very promising.
“Well you know,” Clarke shrugged, “We’re probably going to get a ton of questions about our relationship and what we’re both doing for a living. Keep in mind I haven’t been to see the family in a few years now.”
“And exactly now many people are going to be there?”
“I’m not sure, I have quite a big family. Plus family friends.” Clarke told her as she tried to remember what her mother had said, “When we get there, there’s going to be this whole gathering thing where you can meet everyone.”
“Great,” Lexa said, her voice tense.
Clarke’s eyes softened with concern, “Lexa if you want to back out of this you still have time.” Clarke rested a hand on top of Lexa’s and squeezed and oddly enough it actually calmed her heart a little, “I understand if this is too much to ask.”
“No,” Lexa said firmly, “I told you I’d do this and I will follow through. I don’t go back on my word.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Don’t worry, after the today it’s just going to be my grandparents, my parents and us.”
Lexa felt herself relax at that news, “That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Except for my mother,” Clarke joked and Lexa laughed.
“She can’t be as bad as her daughter,” Lexa teased and Clarke gasped in mock offense.
“You’re going to regret those words Lexa Woods,” Clarke teased.
“I’m sure I will.”
Lexa watched as Clarke turned nervous, she rubbed the back of her neck, and Lexa wondered what she had suddenly thought of. When Clarke said nothing for a few minutes, Lexa prompted her.
“Sorry,” she shook her head, “It just suddenly dawned on me that we’re going to have to pretend to be a couple.”
“It just dawned on you, did it?” Lexa smirked.
Clarke rolled her eyes, “No, you know what I mean. We’re going to have to convince people we’re dating, we can’t just show up together.”
“Seriously, you’re just realising this?”
Clarke shrugged, “I guess I was more focused on the fact that I still hadn’t found someone to bring and then I was to excited that you agreed to do this for me. Not to mention the mental preparation it takes for me to see my mother.”
Lexa chuckled, “Alright, alright.”
“So…do we need to set up any rules or anything? About what we’re both comfortable with?”
“I’m perfectly fine, with anything you want to do.” Lexa told her.
“Hugging?” Lexa nodded, “Hand holding?” Again Lexa nodded, “And…kissing?”
“I think that will all be acceptable,” Lexa said smoothly.
Clarke felt her heart rate speed up, but she chose to ignore it.
The flight had been half an hour late but eventually they boarded. The rest of the flight went relatively smoothly except for some rough turbulence. Clarke had quickly learned that Lexa did not do well during a rough flight.
At first Lexa had been fine, but as soon as the plane began to shake she felt herself starting to shake too, her hands went clammy and her face went pale. Clarke had noticed immediately and completely ignored all Lexa’s words assuring she was fine.
Clarke spent the remaining of the turbulence gripping Lexa’s hand comfortingly, despite Lexa telling her that she shouldn’t bother and she was probably just making her hand gross and sweaty.
Clarke distracted her by telling her stories from her work and how animation works and when they got bored of that topic they moved on to talking about hobbies.
In actuality Clarke did most of the talking. Even though Clarke’s thumb rubbing soothingly over Lexa’s had did calm her some she was still too tense to do much talking. But Clarke did manage to weasel out that Lexa was an avid knitter, something she had been surprised about.
The rest of the flight Clarke explained more about her family, trying to help Lexa become more familiar with them and Lexa had her repeat her parents and grandparents names several times just so she wouldn’t forget.
Not soon enough they felt the place begin its descent, Lexa let out a sigh of relief when the wheels touched down on the tarmac runway.
“You could have told me that you’re afraid of flying,” Clarke told Lexa.
“I’m not afraid of flying,” Lexa denied uselessly.
Clarke just gave her an amused smile, she nodded her head, “Sure you’re not.”
“Whatever Clarke, just don’t tell anyone,” she said firmly, but her voice held a hint of embarrassment, Clarke had to hold back a smile.
“Well as your fake girlfriend I guess I have to do as you ask,” Clarke teased.
Lexa couldn’t help but wonder it would be like if the word ‘fake’ wasn’t in that sentence.
They departed their plane, then walked to baggage claim. It didn’t take very long for Clarke’s bag to come around the conveyer belt and Lexa already had hers, she had it as her carry on.
The line at the rental car place was ridiculously long, so Clarke convinced Lexa to play chess on her phone until they reached the front of the queue. Lexa was never really one for board games, even if it was on a screen, but as she watched Clarke bite her lip in concentration, she figured it couldn’t be so bad.
The car they rented was a jeep that had a roof you could take down; of course Clarke insisted that they did just that before they set off. Lexa had tried to argue, saying that the wind was annoying but eventually Clarke wore her down, promising her that the sun felt amazing when you drove.
And apart from the wind, which Lexa hated, she knew she was going to have to spend at least an hour later untangling her hair later; she actually enjoyed their drive.
What she hadn’t expected was to pull up at the docks. Lexa glanced over at Clarke confusedly as she put the car in park. She cut the engine and climbed out the car, she only paused when she noticed Lexa’s expression.
“What?” Clarke asked.
“Why are we here? I thought we were going to your house?”
“Oh,” Clarke nodded, “Man I’m sorry, I completely forgot to tell you that we have to go on a boat to get there.”
“Seriously?” she asked incredulously, “How come?”
Clarke nodded, “Yeah. There are no roads leading to the house, it’s on the other side of this lake,” she gestured to the water.
“You’re not afraid of boats or anything? There’s life jackets if you can’t swim.”
Lexa shook her head, “It’s fine, I’m quite a strong swimmer,” she assured.
“Ok, awesome.” Clarke grinned, “What are we waiting for then?”
They grabbed their bags from the back and Lexa followed Clarke down one of the docks, to a speedboat. They tossed their bags into it before climbing in themselves. Clarke took a seat behind the steering wheel and Lexa sat next to her.
“You seem much more… excited than before,” Lexa noted.
Clarke paused as she was about to turn the key, she let her had drop and she leaned back in her seat for a moment, “Yeah I guess I am.” She realised.
“I’m glad you’re more enthusiastic about this whole trip.”
“I haven’t been here in so long, it’s kind of nice to be back. The only thing I’m not looking forward to is my mother, but seeing everyone else should be really fun.” Clarke said, “Plus you’re here,” she added. That caught Lexa of guard and Clarke blushed when she realised what she had said, “I mean because with you there my mom will hopefully be more civil.”
Lexa just nodded so Clarke started up the speedboat, then not a moment later they were speeding out onto the large lake.
“I thought you said your mother was horrible and patronising!” Lexa called.
“She is! Don’t worry!” Lexa could even hear her sarcastic laugh over the sound of rushing wind, “She’s just got this whole perfect wife thing going on! Most of her judging will be silent! Hopefully!”
That surprisingly made Lexa relax slightly, she could deal with silent judging, “That’s ok then!”
“I swear not all my family is crazy! My dad is great, I think he’ll like you!” Clarke assured.
They exchanged a few more words during the rest of the ride, but mostly Clarke just focused on driving and Lexa watched the view, it was difficult to talk anyway over the wind.
They wound around the lake, where it curved to the right and suddenly a large house came into view. Lexa felt her jaw physically drop. The house was absolutely huge, it even had it’s own boathouse and Lexa was almost certain she spotted part of a tennis court.
“Holy shit!” Lexa exclaimed making Clarke laugh, “Thanks for the warning,” she said as Clarke began to slow the boat down.
“I’m not gonna lie, I wanted to see your reaction,” she grinned cheekily.
“Well I am definitely… surprised.”
“…Have you ever heard of a band called Dropship?” Clarke asked suddenly, Lexa arched an eyebrow.
“Yeah? They were that really famous band in the 1940’s,” she recalled, she was actually quite a big fan of their music, she even had it played at Grounders on occasion.
Clarke nodded, “My granddad was the lead singer for them and this is what decided to spend his small fortune on.”
“Your grandfather is Robert Griffin.”
“He’s the one.”
“You said that already,” Clarke chuckled.
“And I still mean it,” she retorted.
Clarke steered the boat into the boathouse, next to two other speedboats, similar to the one they were on.
They secured the boat in place and then Lexa climbed out, Clarke passed her the bags, then Lexa held her hand out to help her out. Clarke took it, even though she could manage perfectly fine on her own.
“My parents probably heard us drive up,” Clarke said, “Just a warning.”
Clarke noticed how tense Lexa’s voice sounded, “I would say you could still back out but it’s kind of a bit late now. Unless you know how to drive a speedboat?”
“I do not.” Lexa stated.
“Well then, let’s go.”
Lexa slung her bag over her shoulder and Clarke lifted the handle on her suitcase. They headed out the door and as they stepped outside Lexa felt Clarke’s hand slip into hers. She was surprised how nice it felt, she hadn’t really held someone’s hand properly like this, fingers intertwined and palms touching, in years
Lexa knew she must have been staring at their hands for a second too long because then Clarke said, “We’re girlfriends remember?”
“How could I forget?” she teased. “I apologise for being so tense,” Lexa said, “I’m not very good at meeting new people,” she admitted, “I think it’s one of the reasons why Lincoln was so surprised that I agreed to come with you.”
Clarke held her gaze for another moment, then she started walking again, tugging Lexa up the perfectly lain stone path, “Come on. Don’t want to keep the family waiting, sweetie,” she smirked.
“Of course honey.” Lexa shot back immediately.
“You know what Lexa?” Clarke began as they neared the backdoor.
“What?” she asked.
“This could actually be kind of fun.”
As soon as Lexa laid her eyes on Abby Griffin she quickly decided that the woman was the embodiment of everything she hates in a person. From her fake smile to the way her eyes immediately roamed over her body, silently judging every aspect of her.
Clarke had just opened the backdoor when a handsome looking man came around the corner, who Lexa assumed was Clarke’s father Jake. They had the same smile and eyes. Clarke let go of Lexa’s hand as he wrapped him in a warm hug that made a smile tug at Lexa’s lips.
Clarke’s mother had followed closely behind him. While her husband and daughter embraced she got a good look at Lexa. Lexa held her chin up higher under her stare. Jake stepped back Abby stepped in and pulled Clarke into her own hug but Lexa could sense a change in Clarke as she did so.
Finally the two parents turned to Lexa, Jake Griffin had a wide smile on his lips that was startlingly similar to Clarkes.
“Mom, Dad, this is Lexa my girlfriend,” she introduced.
“Mr and Mrs Griffin, its nice to finally meet you,” Lexa told them, putting on the politest voice she could muster.
She held her hand out to Jake first but he just used it to pull her into a hug, which she was surprised by, but she hugged back anyway.
“It’s a pleasure Lexa,” he said once had stepped back from the hug.
Abby simply nodded in her direction in acknowledgement and Lexa couldn’t help but wonder how two people so opposite of each other had found each other.
“Here, let me take your bags girls, I bet the journey here was exhausting,” Jake said. Lexa was stripped of her duffle ba before she could even blink.
“Thank you sir.” Lexa said, making Jake laugh loudly.
“Please just Jake is fine Lexa,” he told her, Lexa found herself already liking the man, “Alright, I’ll take these to your usual room Clarke and you can go introduce Lexa to everyone. Your grandfather is really excited to see you Clarke.”
As Lexa disappeared down a wide hallway, Abby led them down another one, “They’re all in the lounge area Clarke,” she said.
“Ok,” Clarke nodded.
“I’m going to check on the kitchen, you know how wait staff can be sometimes. Oh and Clarke dear, remember to smile.”
Abby disappeared through a door that Lexa assumed was the kitchen by the sounds coming from inside. They waited until the door was closed before both sighing simultaneously.
“I’m sorry about her,” Clarke muttered quietly as they walked down the hall, side by side.
“It’s alright. She’s actually not as bad as I was expecting.”
“Really?” Clarke asked unsurely.
Honestly she was worse than Lexa thought she would be, but Clarke didn’t have to know that. So instead of expressing her thoughts she nodded, “Yes.”
“Ok, that’s good,” she sighed, “The lounge is through this door,” Clarke gestured to the one they stopped in front of.
“So you said that your mother was the worst of it?”
“She is, I swear, everyone else is like my dad. Well actually maybe not as much as my dad, as you can tell he’s a really nice person.”
Lexa had to agree with that, “Ok,” she smiled confidently, “Let’s rock this bitch.”
Clarke had to cover her mouth to stop from laughing, “If you say so Lexa.”
This time it was Lexa who found Clarke’s hand first.
“We’re girlfriends, remember?” she said, mimicking Clarke’s earlier words.
Clarke smiled at the gesture, even though she knew Lexa was doing it for the act.
“How could I forget?”
The get-together went on a lot longer than either girl had anticipated and by the time it finished it was already 7 o’clock.
Clarke had been right when she said that Abby would tell everyone Clarke was bringing someone with her. Lexa wasn’t sure she had ever heard so many questions about her dating life in the space of three hours before.
She had met so many new faces and heard so many new names that she couldn’t even remember which name belonged to who, and usually she was good with those.
Clarke’s grandparents had been just as nice as Jake Griffin and even though Clarke hadn’t told her, it was obvious that Abby had married into this family. Lexa chatted with Robert about music as Clarke caught up with her grandmother, Claire. At some point Claire even insisted that Lexa call her Gran, like Clarke did.
It was actually one of Lexa’s most memorable conversations of the night.
During the get-together Clarke had been extra affectionate, slipping her arm around her waist, touching her arm, smiling at her tenderly, even pressing a kiss to her cheek on one occasion. Lexa returned the touches and the glances and a part of her wondered how much of it had actually been an act.
After everyone had left, Clarke showed Lexa the bedroom that they would be staying in for the week. She had tried to insist sleeping on the floor but Lexa assured her it would be alright. They both decided to live out of their bags for the week, neither wanted to unpack their belongings, agreeing that it was incredibly boring and a waste of time.
It was still early so Clarke had grabbed an unopened bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen. The two found themselves outside on the porch; they sat on a swinging bench with a blanket covering their legs. Their shoulders were brushed against each other, their thighs pressed against each others.
It was a strangely intimate gesture but neither girl complained about it.
“That wasn’t so bad was it?” Clarke asked.
“No,” Lexa admitted, “But my brain is fried,” she chuckled.
“You did great, I’m pretty sure we convinced everyone that we’re dating,” Clarke grinned.
“Me too,” Lexa agreed, “Your family is really welcoming, especially your grandparents and your father.”
“They really liked you too,” Clarke told her, “You could tell my granddad liked you because he showed you his record collection, he barely ever lets anyone touch that.”
Lexa felt oddly proud at that information, “I’m honoured.”
“I have to apologise for my mom,” Clarke bit her lip, “I know she was getting a bit judgy towards the end of the evening.”
“It’s alright, Lexa shrugged, “I’m used to difficult mothers.”
“You say that like you have first hand experience.”
“I do,” Lexa said. Normally, she kept quiet about her family life, but talking to Clarke was easy and maybe it was also the wine they were drinking but the words slipped out of her mouth, “My mom didn’t prove of my ‘lifestyle choice’ as she liked to put it. Then I didn’t go to college like she wanted and when I bought the space for Grounders that pushed her over the edge, we don’t necessarily speak anymore.”
Clarke frowned, “I’m sorry,” she placed a hand comfortingly on Lexa's knee.
“It is not something you need to apologise for Clarke. That’s just how it is,” Lexa spoke neutrally, “I’m actually much happier without her in my life, she’s not a burden over my shoulder anymore.”
“Clarke you do not have to feel sorry for me,” Lexa told her, “My mother may not have been very supportive but I had other people who looked after me,” Lexa thought of Anya and her mother Indra, they had been her neighbours growing up and practically her family, they still celebrated the holidays together, “You know, blood does not always been best.”
Clarke smiled at Lexa softly, “Well whoever they are, I'm glad they are in your life,” she said sincerely.
They sat outside until the bottle of wine was empty, sometimes they spoke but the majority of the time they sat in compatible silence.
Clarke found herself subconsciously staring at Lexa’s side profile, at her incredible jawline and how her eyes stared softly ahead of her at the lake. Lexa turned, catching her stare.
“Is there something you need Clarke?” Lexa asked, her voice so soft that Clarke barely heard it.
She shook her head, “No,” she said, “Sorry, you’re just really beautiful,” she hadn’t meant to say the words but they were out before she could stop them.
Lexa’s eyes darted down to her lips and Clarke leaned forwards. Lexa seemed to tense but she didn’t move away, so Clarke moved closer. Their lips had just touched when the back door swung open.
“Girls- oh I’m sorry,” Jake apologised quickly, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Lexa cleared her throat, she tossed the blanket off her legs and stood up, “Um no, it’s alright, you didn’t interrupt anything. Excuse me.” She slid past Jake and into the house.
“Is Lexa alright?” he asked worriedly.
Clarke nodded, even though she wasn’t so sure, “Yeah, she’s fine.”
Very much like the first time they woke up together, Lexa’s arms were wrapped loosely around Clarke’s waist, her breath hitting her neck.
Clearly Lexa was a cuddly sleeper.
Clarke didn’t know what happened last night with their almost-kiss. But she did know that Lexa obviously didn’t want to talk about it by the way she practically sprinted from the porch and how when Clarke walked into their bedroom Lexa was already in bed pretending to be asleep.
So Clarke carefully extracted herself from Lexa’s grip. She snatched a jumper from her suitcase and slipped out the door.
Lexa woke up not long after Clarke, she had felt the other girl get out of bed but had chosen to ignore it.
She threw off the covers and padded into the bathroom, stripping out of her shorts and shirt and jumping into the shower.
Warm water ran through her hair and down her back and as she began to wash her hair, she found her mind wandering back to the previous night.
Clarke had almost kissed her and she had almost let it happen.
It wasn’t like the night at Grounders, sure they had wine pumping through their systems but they hadn’t been drunk and Lexa knew exactly what was happening.
She had wanted Clarke to kiss her. And if Jake hadn’t interrupted them they probably would have.
Lexa thought of Costia, and her heart clenched in her chest and it was that feeling that made her glad that they had been interrupted.
She knew she couldn’t let that happen again.
With that thought in mind, Lexa finished rinsing out her hair and turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower, dried off and changed into a pair of ripped jeans and her favourite blue and white tie-dye shirt.
She knew she couldn’t avoid Clarke for the remainder of the trip but she could avoid the topic.
Lexa found Clarke in the kitchen eating breakfast with her mother in silence while the radio played quietly in the background.
Clarke smiled at her widely as she entered, “Morning Lexa.”
“Good morning,” she replied, “Morning Mrs Griffin.”
Abby smiled at her too, but she could tell it was forced, “You too Lexa.”
“There’s cereal in that cupboard and bowls in that one, or there’s toast if you’d prefer?” Clarke said.
“Cereal is fine,” Lexa began to move around the kitchen assembling her breakfast. She sat down next to Clarke, who was sat at the breakfast bar and grabbed a spoon that was already out.
She hadn’t known what to expect from Clarke but it she had expected…something. Not Clarke acting completely normal. Lexa wondered if Clarke regretted their almost-kiss as well.
She told herself that was good. It certainly made things easier. This was what she wanted.
“Girls,” Abby said, “I need you to go into town today.”
“Sure,” Clarke nodded as she took a bite of her cereal.
“Your grandmother needs her medication to be topped up and I can’t go myself. It should be a good chance to show Lexa around though.”
“It’s fine mom,” Clarke told her, “We’ll go around 2 ish.”
“Perfect.” Abby nodded, “I’ll see you girls later, I have to go get ready.”
Abby placed her bowl in the sink before disappearing out of the room and Lexa saw Clarke visibly hunch over.
“Are you alright Clarke?” Lexa asked.
“Yeah, it’s fine.” Clarke said and by the way she said ‘fine’ Lexa knew she wasn’t.
“Clarke if you want to talk ab-“
“I said it was fine,” Clarke snapped. Lexa recoiled at the volume and Clarke sighed, her gaze softened, “I’m sorry, that was out of line,” she said sincerely.
Simultaneously they took a bite of their respective cereals and for a few moments all they could hear was the crunching of Frosted Flakes.
“It just- before you walked in my mom was giving me the third degree.”
“Oh,” Lexa nodded in understanding.
“About you.” Clarke explained, “She doesn’t agree with your career choice. Don’t worry I defended you.”
“I wouldn’t take it personally, she wouldn’t settle for anything less than doctor or lawyer,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“Those are high standards,” Lexa noted.
“Yeah those were her standards though,” Clarke shrugged, “Since she married a doctor, she thought I could too. Apparently she doesn’t understand that the job a someone has doesn’t define them as a person. Unless you’re like a hit man or drug dealer or something,” Clarke joked.
Lexa chuckled softly, “Yes, unless you’re one of those.”
Clarke ate her last bite of cereal, “So, we have all day to kill, what do you want to do?”
“What do you suggest?”
She thought for a moment, “Have you ever golfed before?” Lexa shook her head making Clarke grin, “I have an idea.”
“Your grandparents have their own golf course at their house,” Lexa said in awe.
They stood at the tee of golf course; Clarke had a couple golf clubs in her hand, too lazy to carry the whole bag. A bucket of golf balls sat at her feet.
“Yeah,” Clarke laughed, “It’s crazy I know, there are two holes, to get to the other one you have to walk through the woods.” She said pointing to a small path that led through the trees.
“Do you golf Clarke?”
“Not really no,” she shook her head, “But my granddad did force me to learn when I was a kid during the summer, so I know a few things, but it was never really my kind of thing.”
“So this is going to be interesting then,” Lexa chuckled.
Clarke went through the basics, showing her how to stand and how to hold the club correctly. Then Clarke placed a white golf ball in front of Lexa and told her to start.
She soon found out that Clarke seriously downplayed her skills as a golfer; she even got her ball onto the green with her first swing. Lexa on the other hand was struggling not to miss the ball.
“Fucking shit!” she exclaimed when she missed again.
“Hand eye coordination isn’t your thing huh?” Clarke teased.
“I have fantastic hand eye coordination thank you very much,” and usually she did, just not with golf apparently, “I would beat your ass at tennis,” Lexa assured.
Clarke chuckled, “Of course you would.”
“Don’t patronise me Clarke,” Lexa said lightly.
Clarke grinned at her and squeezed her arm. “Do you want some help?”
“I can do it,” she said determinedly, it took five more unsuccessful swings for Lexa to pout and look at Clarke who had taken to simply watching Lexa and was smiling amusedly, “Clarke,” she whined.
“I’ll help you, don’t worry,” she assured. “Ok, so I was watching you and every time you swing you start to stand up straight which is why you keep missing.”
“It’s that simple?”
“Most likely,” Clarke shrugged, “Also don’t grip so tight,” she added.
“Ok, looser grip and stay down, got it,” Lexa mumbled to herself.
Clarke stood back as Lexa got ready for her swing, she swung backwards and brought her club back down. The club hit the ball with a resounding clack and lexa would have been excited if she didn’t accidently let go of the club, it flew forwards, landing several metres in front of them.
Behind her Clarke was bent over from laughing.
“Don’t laugh at me Clarke, you told me to loosen my grip.”
“Not that loose!” she said through her laughter.
Lexa arched an eyebrow at the girl, making her attempt to hold back her laughter, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That’s not funny at all,” she lied.
“Just for that you can go and get my club for me,” Lexa said.
Clarke jogged over to the club, she picked it up and walked back with it to Lexa, as she handed it over she warned, “And use your hand to hold it,” she said in a purposefully patronising tone. Lexa smacked her shoulder, “Ouch! Bully,” she grumbled, rubbing her arm, “Ok, that was actually a pretty good hit until you let go of the club,” Clarke said, “Let’s try again.”
It took a while for Clarke to convince Lexa to start playing again but eventually she convinced her with the promise to eat some yoghurt with muesli in the future.
At one point, just for the hell of it Clarke stood behind Lexa and helped her swing, both girls laughing the entire time. Clarke claimed that they needed too 'to maintain their coupleness' and while Lexa hadn’t really understood how it did that, she had had fun.
Golf had all in all turned out to be very fun for both girls. The only tedious part came at the end.
“So now we have pick up all the balls,” Clarke announced.
Lexa’s jaw dropped, “Clarke there are like five hundred!”
“I don’t think there are nearly that many, at most a hundred,” she speculated.
“You know what I mean,” Lexa dismissed with a wave of her hand.
“Who did you think was going to pick them up?” Clarke asked with a laugh.
“I don’t know!” Lexa exclaimed, “A fancy robot golf ball picker upper, or something? Your grandparents have a golf course at their house. I don’t think that’s much of a stretch.”
Clarke laughed again, “Ok, fair point. But we still have to pick them up.”
The spent the next twenty minutes picking up golf balls and every once and a while Lexa would pelt one at Clarke. Soon they were all back in the bucket and Clarke gathered up the clubs.
“After lunch we’ll head out into town, okay?” Clarke said as they walked back to the house.
The town was small; quaint was the word Lexa would use to describe it. Most of the buildings were made of wood and the people there were the kind that all knew each other.
They found the pharmacy easily and got Claire’s medication in just over half an hour. Instead of heading back to the house straight away they decided to wander around for a little while.
“Did you grow up here?” Lexa asked curiously.
By the way several people had waved at Clarke or come up to say hello, Lexa assumed she had, to her surprise Clarke shook her head.
“No, I used to visit a lot more though with my parents. At least three times a year, in high school I would stay up here most of the summer, so I made a lot of friends.”
“They all seem to like you a lot.”
“In a place this small everyone kind of has to get along, but yeah most people are really nice.”
“I’m a city girl at heart,” Lexa told her, “But this place doesn’t seem like a bad place to spend your holidays.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, “But then during college I had to spend my college years I spent my summers interning and then I got my job, so not much time to visit.” Clarke explained, “Did you grow up in New York?” Clarke asked.
“Yeah, in Brooklyn. I moved to Manhattan when I finished high school.”
“Did you buy Grounders straight away?”
Lexa shook her head, “No, I knew I wanted to own a club one day but I didn’t have the money so I worked three jobs until I had enough to by the space," she told her carefully.
“Wow, three jobs,” Clarke said impressed.
“It was tough, but it was worth it.” Lexa told her.
They were just about to walk past a café when Clarke tugged them to a stop and asked if Lexa wanted to get coffee before they go back. Lexa agreed and they headed inside. They took a seat by the window; it wasn’t busy so a few minutes later a waiter appeared.
“Good morning what can I get for- wait Clarke?” he said, his voice filled with surprise.
“Yes? Oh my god Finn?!” Clarke jumped to her feet and wrapped her arms around the boys neck, “I barely recognised you!”
“Well you’ve hardly changed at all Princess.”
“You’re so tall now, you were still a baby last time I was here,” she teased.
“Hey, I just hadn’t had my growth spurt yet,” he defended with a grin.
Clarke reached up and ruffled Finn’s hair, making him duck away, “Hey watch it.” Lexa frowned at the action.
“I’m sorry, but you’re hair is so long.”
“Yeah I’ve been growing it out.” He said flicking his hair out of his face, Lexa scowled and resisted the urge to scoff. Like that wasn’t obvious.
“It looks really good,” Clarke said sincerely.
Lexa knew she had no right to feel jealous, but that didn’t stop her from standing up then, she wrapped and arm around Clarke’s waist protectively.
“Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”
Clarke gave her a strange look, but nevertheless said, “Oh I’m sorry, Finn this is Lexa, Lexa this is Finn.”
They shook hands, Lexa gripping his maybe a bit too tight, “Hi Lexa, it’s nice to meet you. Do you work with Clarke?” he asked.
“We’re dating actually,” Lexa told him with a glare, again Clarke looked at her strangely but she ignored it.
His eyes widened in surprise, “Oh! Oh that’s cool,” he cleared his throat, “Do you guys want anything to eat or drink?” he asked.
Lexa extracted her arm from around Clarke’s waist, “Actually, I don’t feel like having coffee anymore.”
And then Clarke watched as once again, Lexa ran away.