Hook(er) Up - A Clexa Fic

Chapter 40- Date

"Can I drive?"

She knew how out of place her comment was. She knew how little sense it made. She knew how small the odds were that Lexa would simply trust her behind the wheel of her super-expensive car- especially considering Clarke told her how little she actually drove. But maybe she would allow it. Maybe Lexa would assume she just didn't want her to be crying and driving- which, to be fair, wouldn't be completely off.

Lexa stared back at her, puzzled. "I- what?"

"Can I drive?" she repeated. "I promise I'm not a bad driver."

She didn't explain herself any further. And Lexa probably wanted her to, but she agreed regardless. 

Of course, she did.

She was Lexa.

Lexa, who was an absolute angel. An absolute angel that reserved them seats at one of the fanciest and expensive restaurants in hopes of setting up the perfect date and impressing her, just to be fucked over by the traffic. A helpless angel, who now looked so defeated, blaming herself for no reason because she probably put too much pressure on herself to make it perfect.

If only she realized that Clarke couldn't care less about how fancy a place was- that the fact that she got to ride a car listening to music and chatting with her already made it perfect. The fact that Lexa so willingly let her drive now, just because it would make her happy, made it even more perfect. Because it was Lexa, it was perfect.

And Clarke was going to make her see that.

...

She adjusted herself in the seat and then quickly turned off the radio and replaced the silence with her playlist, handing her phone over to Lexa. "Choose whatever you like."

Lexa accepted the phone but innocently shook her head. "It's okay."

The way she looked more comfortable in Lexa's car than Lexa herself caused made her chuckle.

'So adorably submissive' she shook her head.

...

She almost forgot how much she loved driving at night.

The glistening streets reflecting the neon lights and gentle lamps worked as some sort of hypnotizing spell. Something about driving with no traffic, with the wind brushing against your face felt so relieving. The way the dark tones worked to relax your eyes against the sharp contrast of lights and colors. The way the sky gave the moon an empowering glow against the darkness surrounding it. The way the temperature got just chilly enough to keep you awake. And being able to blast lively music while the rest of the world got ready to sleep. It all felt so refreshing. Everything about driving at night was just perfect. It was a feeling no poem, no song, and no painting could ever do justice. Something about it felt so special.

Something about sharing that with someone made it even more special.

...

"Clarke, I think you're going the wrong way."

"Hm?"

" Your house is in the opposite direction."

"I... want to quickly stop by Raven's house to get something first." 

It wasn't a lie. Not really. Lexa just didn't have to know the whole truth. 

Not yet, at least.

...

It sounded like an ass move- borrowing your date's car to pick up something from a friend they barely know, right after a failed attempt at a date- so of course, Clarke felt the ping of guilt when she got out of the car.