Hook(er) Up - A Clexa Fic

Chapter 55- Like you

She watched blue eyes lose focus, growing heavy and tired- the last bit of Clarke fighting to stay awake. "Shh, it's okay. You can sleep, Clarke." Lexa whispered, brushing through the girl's scalp with her fingers.

It's been two hours of silence and hugging since... everything. Still, she couldn't put to words everything she was thinking. Everything that Clarke had said.

And right now- Lexa looked at the angel sleeping against her- it was probably for the better.

...

But she still couldn't sleep.

Because she didn't know what she was expecting, but definitely not that. Because it must really take a demon to abuse someone as special as Clarke. And she couldn't even begin to imagine how much it was for Clarke. How bad dealing with everything must have been. How hard it was to talk about. That she even trusted her enough to talk to, to begin with.

She would have never guessed, based on how Clarke acted and presented herself, that any of that ever happened to her. Hell, Clarke was always so calm and collected, nurturing and optimistic. 'It must take such a strong will to deal with that and keep living with your life.'

And here she was, barely living her own life. God, Clarke was everything she was not. She was everything. And she deserved everything. Yet the universe treated her like a bitch.

'And her ex sure as hell did too.' Lexa couldn't help but clench her first at the thought of him laying a finger on her.

She watched the gentle face pressed against her, looking so tired and calm in her sleep. The way the tiniest smile formed on pink lips. The way golden locks fell in front of her button nose, and she wouldn't care or notice. How hands wrapped around Lexa as if she was a big stuffed teddy bear. How she looked so peaceful and perfect.

"God, I don't know how I deserve you, but I'm gonna give you my everything."

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She didn't know when she finally fell asleep, but morning rays of sun definitely bothered her more than usual. Because it was so much harder to get out of bed when there was an angel sleeping, holding you.

Regardless, 9 o'clock was already far later than she'd ever woken up, and her stomach was begging for her to go eat. So, she squirmed out of Clarke's grasp, replacing herself with a pillow before changing and making her way to the kitchen.

Lexa redied pancakes for two, a pleasant twist to her usual morning routine, before sitting down alone with her plate and phone. For a moment she stared out her window, watching birds pass by in the sun, and simply watched the world slowly wake up- or as slow as the city would be.

It was strange. Most of her office stayed home over weekends, but she had yet to do so herself until today. And... she really thought she'd hate it more. But for once, staying home seemed like the better choice.

...

Speaking of staying, she should probably mention to Anya that she wasn't going to work. 

... Or update Madi on why her mom was missing.

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...

A head peeked out of the bedroom showing two flushed cheeks. "Hey."

'Shit.' She probably should've left out some clothes for Clarke.

"Good morning." Lexa immediately got out of her seat.

"I'm sorry for falling asleep." The girl spoke timidly.

"No worries, Clarke. Frankly, I'd much rather you did than worry about you leaving after midnight." She hurried over to Clarke. "Here, let me get you something to wear. Do you want to take a shower?"

"Thanks. And yes, please."

She scavenged her closet, handing Clarke arguably too many options before continuing with a gentle smile (and trying her damn hardest not to stare at the morning beauty), "I uh, I made some pancakes for you if you want. If not, I can totally get you something else-"

Before she could finish, she felt a head press against her shoulder as Clarke spoke in a soft whisper, "Pancakes are perfect. Thank you. You're the best."

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...

She still couldn't figure out the air in the room.

Saying nothing about yesterday seemed rude, but so did mentioning it if Clarke didn't want to talk about it anymore. And after how drained she seemed that night, it wouldn't be that surprising if she didn't.

Instead, she stayed quiet as Clarke ate her pancakes.

...

"Thanks. And sorry... again." the girl interrupted the silence.

There was that 'sorry' again.

She didn't do absolutely anything wrong and she was apologizing again.

For what?

For opening up to her and trusting her? For being upset after everything she's been through? For staying over after Lexa invited her?

"Clarke, you don't need to apologize for anything."

"I'm- I was just a lot."

"That's okay. You're dealing with a lot."

"You shouldn't have had to deal with it. With me. I- I swear I didn't mean to cry so much-"

"Clarke," The girl looked up from her food as Lexa leaned over to give her a kiss on the forehead. An 'it's okay'. An 'it's okay for you to cry to me'. "There is no 'deal with'. I simply want to."

Clarke gave a sarcastic, doubted scoff. " Because all you look forward to is me crying into your shirt for a night straight."

"Not at all." She hummed, placing a strand of blonde behind Clarke's ear, "But I do look forward to getting to know you. And by that, I mean all of you. Not just 'happy Clarke'." She couldn't help but add, "Because I like you. All of you."

The girl let out a gentle chuckle with the slight smile that pried at her lips. "I invade your house, steal your clothes and eat your food, and you flirt with me?"

"Only enough to get you to like me back." Lexa teased.

"God, that I already do." Clarke plopped her head against her shoulder.

Of course, that made Lexa smile.