Hook(er) Up - A Clexa Fic

Chapter 37- "I like you too."

"I'm sorry- wait what?!"

Clarke felt her stomach drop.

...

'Fuck.' She shouldn't have said anything. Why did she say anything!? How else was Lexa supposed to react? Of course, this was going to end horribly. 

What was she thinking?!!

Blue eyes traveled up from the table to meet green, dragging a tentative look along with them. Shaking hands quickly followed, flailing up and staying in the air, inches away from covering her face again.

"I'm- I'm sorry- I didn't- I, I-" 

Lexa gave her a confused and distressed stare.

"I mean, I do I just-"  Clarke felt herself growing weak from the silence. She couldn't look Lexa in the eyes- she feared the cold look they would have. She feared her reaction. The denial. The confusion. The anger.

Her face grew red and warm. Her lungs felt like they were shrinking. Her eyes tried all they could to stop a pool of tears, but in the end, her hands were doing all the work. 

All while the other girl watched in complete silence.

"I'm- I'm sorry" was all she could croak before she couldn't take it anymore and rushed out of her seat.

'To the kitchen. Or the bathroom. Or just out of the house. As far away as possible. Anywhere but here!' Her heart beat faster than ever before as adrenaline pumped through her blood. Everything was fuzzy and she couldn't tell if it was from her headache or the tears. She had to get out. She had to escape.

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...

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She didn't make it far.

A stiff hand wrapped around her wrist stopped her. 

Green eyes staring into her own froze her in place.

"Are... you serious?"

Every bone in her body told her not to. Every inch of her begged to stay silent. Every part of her mind told her to run away. Just deny that any of this happened.

But the look of emerald eyes was a siren call she couldn't resist. It was impossible to lie to such a face.

"...Yes, I-"

...

Soft, warm lips melted into her own.

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At first, all Clarke could process was utter shock and confusion. Her eyes were wide open and her face red as a beet. Because how was this happening? She was so sure-

'Oh My God. It was happening.'

Lexa was fucking kissing her. Lexa made a move. She heard her confession and she kissed her. 

She liked her. 

She liked her?! 

SHE LIKED HER!!

SHE ACTUALLY LIKED HER!!!

HOW?!!

...

Clarke shut her eyes and tried to enjoy the sweet taste of Lexa on her lips- because, God, did she taste good- but she couldn't stop grinning. She tried so hard to kiss her back, but her smile was too wide. Because this was actually happening. Because Lexa was actually kissing her as more than a hooker-

Lips pulled away from her at incredible speed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be - I should've asked first but I just- I didn't think this was real. That you would- you could ever... And I got excited-" Lexa studdered over her words as her face turned a rosy pink.