i need you so much closer

the drop ship bar had never ever been this loud or busy. lexa would know. she was there almost every weekend. she hated her job, her daily routine, and her only relief was saturday nights at the bar. so she was pretty fucking annoyed when there was a crowd when she showed up. she rolled her eyes, and leaned her head forward trying to see what everyone was so interested in. she saw a flash of blonde hair and pearly teeth that made her stomach flip. that was - that couldn't be. there was no way. was that...?

when the girls head turned after downing another shot lexa was damn sure.

that was clarke griffin.

the clarke griffin that used to fawn over lexa in highschool. the girl that memorized lexa's schedule so she could follow her around like a lost puppy, and bought her a dozen roses every valentines day. lexa was a senior when clarke was a freshmen and the blond girl would have done absolutely anything for the older girl. lexa left for new york the month before clarke was going to be a senior, and the blond girl cried for hours to lexa about how much she would miss her. lexa wasn't surprised when a bouquet of flowers sent to her on valentines day signed "you deserve the world, lexa. I hope you're doing well. -clarke"  and for the first time - lexa actually felt a genuine connection with the younger girl. usually she just thought of clarke as some sort of annoying little sister, but the note tugged at her heart, and she would never admit it in a million years but she still had the note tucked away in the top drawer of her dresser. she had expected clarke to call, or text but that was the last time she had ever heard from clarke griffin.

and now, here they were, four years later staring at each other from across the bar. clarke smirked and raised an eyebrow at lexa making her cheeks flush. the clarke lexa knew was way too innocent and shy for this type of behavior. lexa gulped down the rest of her drink and walked towards the blonde girl.

"clarke griffin," she smiled, sitting down on the stool next to her, "how the hell have you been?"

the was a moment where clarke tensed but barely long enough for lexa to notice. her eyebrows were thicker, and her jawline was more prominent. her usual wild hair was cut short and it was straight and she had some light make up on her face. she looked older, but something about her was off.

"i wanna hear about you," clarke said, stepping towards lexa, "hows new york been treating you?"

"better now that you're here," lexa said, flirting with the younger girl making her smirk. lexa expected the blonde girl to flush, or at least giggle like old times, but instead she leaned forward and whispered in the brunettes ear "what do you say we get out of here, hm?"

lexa tried to ignore the way clarkes hand burned into lexas skin, and the way her face was getting hot by thinking about her and clarke going back to her apartment. but then she backed away, because the old clarke was not this ballsy. she barely spoke to lexa before unless it was when she was giving her various paintings she had done of her. clarkes eyebrows furrowed and lexa shook her head fom her thoughts. i'm not the same person i was four years ago, either.

"i thought you'd never ask," lexa said, and clarke smirked.

--

two hours later lexa was watching clarke put her clothes back on while she still lie naked beneath the blankets on the bed. as soon as the got to the apartment clarke was all over lexa. gripping her shoulders, and squeezing her back, and pulling her hair trying to get her as close as possible. she kept sighing as if it wasn't working but lexa quickly shut her up by making her moan. clarkes moans were soft and small and she kept biting her lip as if she didn't want to let them out. lexa couldn't shake the suspicion that someone else's name was on her lips. right when they were done clarke shot up and started breathing heavily as she started putting her clothes back on. clarke had finished buttoning up her shirt when lexa came up from behind her and kissed her shoulder gently.