(Not mine)
So you're the girl who posted the craigslist ad?" A note of doubt creeps into Octavia's voice as she glances over her coffee cup at the girl sitting across from her. She's gorgeous, seems a little bit more serious than Octavia normally likes, but it suits her.
"Yes. Is there a problem with that?" Something about the tone of her voice makes the girl - she'd introduced herself as Lexa - seem a little more dangerous than when she'd been sitting practically motionless moments before, and Octavia smiles.
"Nah, it just doesn't seem like you'd have trouble finding someone to actually be your date." Lexa's jaw clenches slightly and she places her own cup on the table very carefully.
"I don't want an actual date. It's not something that interests me, but unfortunately my parents don't buy that. So they said I needed to bring a date to my cousin's wedding, and I want to make them suffer for that. I thought I was relatively clear about that in the ad." Octavia's smile becomes far more genuine at that. If there's one thing she's good at, it's causing trouble.
"Oh, I'm very definitely down for that. You just didn't mention how pretty you were in your ad." Lexa clears her throat and Octavia thinks she sees a slight blush creep onto her cheeks as she reaches for a hasty sip of coffee.
"Well," Lexa clears her throat, "aside from that we're in agreement? You'll be my date to the wedding, you get free food and drink, and free reign to talk about whatever you want to around my exceptionally religious and straight-laced family."
"Sounds like a party. When and where should I meet you, and what level of inappropriate do you want my dress to be?" Lexa smiles at that, finally, and Octavia finds that her initial impression may have been wrong. Maybe Lexa just gives off a serious air, because the suggestion of "Do you own anything white?" doesn't strike Octavia as the sort of thing someone without a bit of a rebellious streak would do.
They exchange numbers and chat a fair bit leading up to the day, what had started as Lexa informing Octavia about which relatives where touchy on which topics gradually morphing into Octavia sending Lexa pictures of people on campus sleeping in public, and her piling stuff on top of them until they woke up.
Octavia doesn't wear white to the wedding, although the bright red dress with impossible cleavage is probably more risque than a conservative ivory piece would have been. She causes hell, crossing many things including "lighting a bouquet of flowers on fire" and "eating and entire tier of wedding cake" off of her bucket list. The best part of the night is Lexa's subtle encouragements and the time that she overhears Lexa saying "Well, you wanted me to bring a date, mother." to a very flustered looking woman.
Actually, that's a lie. The best part of the night is when Octavia throws her arm around Lexa's shoulders, and Lexa wraps her arm around her waist. From there it only gets better, to an outrageously passionate kiss in the middle of the dance floor that puts the happy couple to shame and leaves both parties panting.
It's after midnight when they leave and go back to Octavia's apartment, so she counts that as the best part of the next day.
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Fanfiction[Y/N] (your name) x Lexa Bellamy Clarke Octavia Monty Jasper Murphy (I can add whoever you want me to) (I take requests) Info i need: Your name: Age: Character you want: Describe what you want to happen: ________________ Tell me if you want me to sh...
