Love Hate Relationship

Chapter 50

She was suffering from short term memory loss. Evidently, she needed to add that to the list of things that happen to her when she was around this woman. She couldn't recall anything before the kiss. She made a mental note to never perform surgery when Lexa was near, she'd be sure to cut out a wrong body part or two.

"Maybe if we kiss again, it'll jog your memory," Lexa teased.

"Nice try," Clarke said. She was back on solid ground now. "That worked once, and it's not gonna work again. I'll remember in a minute...Oh! I remember. Do Maya and Raven talk?"

"Uh, maybe? Yeah, I think they do, actually."

"Ah ha! I knew it," Clarke said with a little fist pump.

"What?" Lexa asked.

"Don't you see? The cat is out the bag. Or kitten."

"What are you talking about?"

Clarke began pacing the small room. "Abstruse? Abstruse? What the heck is that?"

Lexa shrugged, "I don't even know what that means."

"Exactly!" Clarke pointed at her. "Nobody does. It has word of the day written all over it." She twirled her pointing finger in a big circle for emphasis. "She's been talking to Raven. And I bet Raven told her we kissed. Damn it. I knew it, I knew she knew."

"What are you talking about?"

"The bathroom, Maya insisting you take me to a bathroom."

"What does Maya...oooh." The light went on in Lexa's brain. "So, you think Raven told her to get us into a bathroom."

"Well, obviously." Clarke's hands were on her hips, wondering what the heck took her so long to catch on. Her phone buzzed. She rolled her eyes, sensing who it was from. She took a quick look down, and then showed it to Lexa. It was a gif of an antelope, or something, eating a bowl of popcorn.

Lexa started chuckling. "That's kinda funny."

"What?"

"That picture. And getting us to a bathroom. You have to admit that's a good one. And it worked."

Clarke just stared at her, trying not to enjoy the joke. She just spent three long days dealing with her guilt, and just when she thought she wouldn't let it happen again, here she was. In a bathroom, recovering from another mind-blowing kiss.

"We trashed those other bathrooms, didn't we?" Lexa said smiling, remembering the golf bathroom that they vandalized.

"It's not funny." Clarke fought back a smile as she remembered the way that table rolled right under the stall door.

"It's funny, c'mon Clarke. It's totally funny."

Blue eyes stared back at her, and Lexa swore she saw a glimmer of mirth. "Should we?" Lexa said suggestively.

"What?" Clarke looked incredulous. "We're not kissing again. Once is enough."

"C'mon, that was barely a kiss. And we'll tidy up afterwards this time." She took a quick glance around. "It's a lot smaller in here than the other ones, so maybe we won't bang into as many things," Lexa said, now wiggling her eyebrows, in full blown flirt mode.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Ah, maybe?" Lexa was not kidding. She needed more of Clarke, the kiss had been sweet, but too short. God, how did this happen? When did she start to need? Although, looking at Clarke now, she didn't seem to be a willing participant at this time, so her needs would have to wait. "Yes, I was kidding." Lexa said that to save face.