Hook(er) Up - A Clexa Fic

Chapter 58- Suit

Maybe she was making her presence at the office a little too known.  She'd only been showing up for about a week, and the woman at the front desk has already been greeting her as if she'd been working here for the past year. And admittedly, she felt a bit guilty for wasting Lexa's time during her lunch break, but she always looked so tired and stressed beforehand. That lady really needed to let herself have a break. At least, she said she was nearing her deadlines so she wouldn't be too busy after this.

Clarke waltzed into the empty office holding another store-bought lunch for her girlfriend.

It's almost become a new routine: leave the hospital for her break, avoid her creepy ex that still tended to roam around near her, stop by the cafe for her own snack and to buy Lexa's, and stop in at her office, waiting for the girl to show. Sometimes Lexa was already in the office when she entered. Most of the time, Clarke ended up being the one waiting for her- which almost looked a bit silly considering, well, no one ever just walks into the CEO's office without permission, rhyme, or reason. 

Except for her.

She placed the paper bag next to the computer on the desk, getting a little too comfortable in Lexa's chair. She was a bit jealous, because wow, she'd take sitting in this heavens-made office chair over constantly running around the hospital any day. Clarke stared at the mess of files and pages stacked everywhere around the room: on the desk, in the cabinets, on shelves... 'Definitely wouldn't switch my work though.'

Business was never her thing. 'Unless fucking a businesswoman counted.' Then, business was totally her thing.

Namely, Lexa. 

Lexa looking all hot and serious. Lexa bossing everyone around and being in charge. Lexa looking all kissable with the confidence she walked around with. Lexa being so focused on her work. Lexa in a suit. 'God, repeat that last one again.'  Lexa in a suit.

God, she was so hot in a suit. She was so hot in anything. Or nothing. Honestly, Lexa could-

"Lexa!" Brown locks dragged behind a slender figure heading in at a swift pace.

'Lexa in a suit.' Clarke grinned, knowing she should probably calm her erotic thoughts.

Sharp eyes immediately softened, focusing on her. "Hello, Clarke." She walked towards the chair opposite her usual seat. "I see you've gotten comfortable."

"You've got a comfortable chair."

Lexa chuckled, sliding into her seat. 

She looked tired. Stressed. Whatever she was working on for the past week must've clearly taken a toll on her sleeping schedule.

"Lexa," Clarke handed her the bag, "when is the last time you had a break?"

"Last time you were here." She responded with a dopey, cocky look. Because technically she wasn't wrong. And technically that meant yesterday. Which meant, technically, she won whatever debate mom-Clarke was planning.

She was wrong.

"Lunch does not count." Clarke watched her with worried eyes. "Lex, have you been sleeping?"

She knew she was caring too much. She knew she was acting like a 'mom'. That Lexa didn't need that. Because Lexa was an adult and she could take care of herself. And she knew she was probably being a bit annoying constantly questioning her and checking on her each time she brought lunch.

But she couldn't help it. It was a habit that developed a long time ago. After her father passed.

She'd just become too afraid of losing things. Losing people. She was overprotective of Madi. She 'mommed' her friends all the time. Hell, she cared too much about Lexa when she was just a client, let alone after Lexa ended up having a stroke.