Is There Somewhere?

Shameless - The Weekend

A/N: Oh man, oh man, oh man. I couldn't stop writing after updating the last chapter. Honestly, I was writing like a crazy person. This chapter was the one I thought of first. Inspired by Shameless, I knew it was going to be smutty so here you are.

PS: I imagine Clarke kissing Lexa just as the bass drops in the song. So while they're talking, the song is starting and then when everything starts going down BOOM, bass drop. Okay, yeah, I'm a dork. Enjoy and let me know what you think! I always love reading comments and responding!

PPS: Check out my beta RhydianKnight. She just got a Wattpad account and that woman can write some really fucking good Clexa. So go on over and give her some love. 

~TGF

B/N: Holy shit, gus! Prepare yourselves for a doozy of an update. Get some ice. That's all I'm saying. ~RK

(10) Shameless – The Weekend

Clarke stood there, staring at the dark, sleek door in front of her. The notches and scratches in the wood were much more interesting than what most likely laid beyond them. She didn't know how long she had been there, standing in the hallway and questioning whether or not she should knock.

Her head ached but her chest ached more. She felt worse than she had at her apartment but still, here she was. She knew Lexa would be just on the other side and they were both a mess. She didn't have anywhere else to go, everyone else was so wrapped up in Raven—like she should be—that her dad wouldn't be at the forefront of their minds. If she went to her friends, they would want her to talk because they knew her better than she knew herself sometimes.

But with Lexa, there wouldn't be any of that talking, not if she shut herself down enough. Lexa wouldn't know about Clarke's dad or how torn up she was about his death. No, Lexa was simple and easy and that was what she needed.

Instead of thinking about it any further, Clarke brought her hand up and knocked firmly before she crossed her arms over her chest and licked at her lips nervously, bouncing on her toes as she waited.

The door swung open and Lexa revealed herself. The brunette was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and the same shirt from the night before, more rumpled albeit. Her hair was strung up into a messy bun and her eyes...well, her eyes were puffy and red. Her lips looked chapped and swollen as if she had been biting at them for hours on end.

"You look like a mess," Clarke blurted out.

Jade eyes rolled as Lexa placed a hand on her hip, the other rested against the door. "Did you come here to make me feel worse?" The comment was meant to be biting, but her voice was raspy and weak from lack of sleep and excessive crying.

"No," Clarke licked her lips, in all honesty she thought Lexa somehow managed to look just as beautiful as ever like this.

"Then what are you doing here?"

The artist opened her mouth to reply but then shut it when she didn't have a response. She glanced away, staring into the darkness of Lexa's apartment. She licked her lips again and squeezed her arms tighter around her as tears pricked her eyes. "I—" she paused before clearing her throat and blinking several times, "I needed to be somewhere else."

"Why?"

"Why have you been crying?" Clarke quirked an eyebrow and stepped forward, close enough to lean against the doorway, but still far enough away that she wasn't invading Lexa's space.