Hook(er) Up - A Clexa Fic

Chapter 39- Perfect

The sound of the second-hand shifting over every moment echoed throughout the silent room, taunting her to look up. The gentle breeze blowing from the window, every few minutes or so, sent chills down her spine, reminding her of what's to come- as if the constant ticking of the clock didn't do a good enough job on its own. As if her leg wasn't already nervously bouncing up and down with it, impatiently waiting for the rest of her body to quit focusing on the stack of papers before her and follow along with it instead.

She couldn't resist.

Her head pulled to look at the clock before her. Again.

6:05 PM.

25 more minutes before she could leave. 25 more minutes, and then she would pick up her suit from the tailor and pick up Clarke Griffin. 25 more minutes. Then she could think about making everything perfect. Then she could think about the smile Clarke would have once they would arrive at the restaurant. How pleased she would be knowing she set reservations for one of the nicest restaurants around- the luck that they had tables free at such short notice. How they'd have a lovely dinner date and then she could drive her home and drop her off at her doorstep. Maybe get a kiss. Then she could think about how perfect today was going to be.

How perfect she was going to make it.

She needed to.

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Lexa's foot started twitching more and more, and soon she found her hand matching the rhythm, tapping her pen against the desk.

Her heart started banging against her ribs to the beat of the clock. 

Her palms began to sweat so much the pen was slipping out of her hand.

Her mouth grew dry.

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Never was Lexa Woods this nervous for anything.

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She had to make this perfect.

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*Ding*

Her phone illuminated the desk as a notification glowed on the screen.

A message from Clarke Griffin.

Hey, I'm just txting to say I'm back from work. Just give me a bit and I'll be ready! :)
How fancy am I supposed to dress?

Lexa looked at the phone thinking about what to reply, but before she could, a new message flashed.

Nvm. I forgot you're still at work. 
I'll just dress up like you haven't already seen me naked on many occasions

A red tint flooded her cheeks. It was like no time had passed. Clarke was still messing with her on any occasion she could.

Dress however you wish, Clarke

You're so descriptive, ty. 

Lexa let out a small chuckle at Clarke's sarcasm.

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Today was going to be perfect.

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6:30 PM.

It was finally 6:30. She could finally rush out. And she definitely did. Or at least she tried to.

She managed to quickly clean up and sort the last of her papers, hiding everything in the appropriate drawers as a problem for next time- that didn't happen often- and dump the last of her stuff into her briefcase. She scavaged through her pockets to find her keys and rung them around her middle finger as to spare no time getting to her car. She couldn't. She'd need that time to calm down.