When Lexa was asked to drive Aden to his friend's house, she expected to be greeted by a 16-year-old. What she definitely didn't expect was an absolute goddess paying no mind to what's around her, dancing to whatever song was playing, and washing a kitchen counter. Not at all did she expect to be so mesmerized by that goddess just minding her own business. But that's because never did she see someone who could look so jaw-dropping without even trying.
All she was wearing were some casual sweats and a hoodie with her hair up in a messy bun, but God did it look good. The sight alone was enough to force any other thought out of Lexa's head and replace it with heart-churning lust. And as if that wasn't enough, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the girl's hips swinging ever so seductively to the rhythm of the beat.
Watching her was like listening to a siren- no matter how hard she tried, Lexa just couldn't help but fall into a helpless trance of adoration. Everything about the woman in front of her was maddeningly perfect in every way.
Not once in her life did Lexa question whether such a thing as perfect actually existed. And yet right in front of her was the definition of perfect herself.
Lexa swore she could feel her heart giving up on her and that she would die right then.
...
But then the realization hit.
That was Clarke.
She was staring at Clarke.
She was standing right outside of Clarke's apartment- completely on accident and most definitely uninvited. After a year of avoiding her, she unknowingly ended up right at her doorstep completely underdressed, unprepared, and looking like an absolute fool.
And she was staring.
Lexa was most definitely staring- and anyone could tell.
She froze. Her heart raced at the speed of light, and her face turned all sorts of red. Her breaths broke apart in her throat, refusing any air to reach her lungs. Her pockets were drenched in sweat escaping her palms. Everything around her started to spin.
How did she end up here?
How was Clarke here?
What was she supposed to say? Would Clarke get embarrassed? Would she yell at her for staring? ...Did she notice her staring? 'Please no.'
...Why couldn't she stop staring? Why was her heart beating so much? Why was she completely frozen? Why did it have to be Clarke? How was it Clarke? How was she so much more intertwined in her life than Lexa ever knew? Did she know? How didn't Lexa know? How did Aden know her and never said anything? ... How did Aden know her? If Aden was visiting a friend, and they live here, does that- Did Clarke have a child? Did she have a kid this whole time? If she has a kid-
...
Was she even single?
Lexa's chest crushed in on her.
Was she even single?
Was Lexa crushing on someone taken this whole time? Had she completely misinterpreted everything? Did she really allow herself to fall for someone in a healthy, stable relationship who wanted nothing to do with her? Did she really allow her fragile heart to be immediately crushed because of a stupid hookup?
Would someone in a relationship still be doing hookups?
Was their meet tomorrow even supposed to be a hookup? Was she really so stupid to be reading everything so wrong? Did she really tell her sister that she fell in love when it was so obvious she stood no chance?
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Hook(er) Up - A Clexa Fic
FanfictionLexa lived a stressful but put together life. At 29 years old she was already running one of the largest companies in the US, spending her days focused on work and never having time for anything else. No one could have guessed she fell for a hooker.
