Clexa One-Shots

"I Think She Likes Girls"

Clarke had been dating Lexa's brother for two months. Exactly two and Lexa was sure that she's spent more time with her then her brother has. To be fair, Lexa had most of her general studies classes with Clarke, and they had similar majors, making their classes rather close together. If it wasn't for her brother, she would have met the blonde eventually, living so close together and having so many classes together; Lexa figured they were fated to be friends.

Apparently Clarke and Lexa's brother Matthew had been talking for a while before they took anything to the next level. Apparently Clarke was old fashioned and she liked to take things slow. Lexa, having spent so much time with Clarke now, realizes that maybe Clarke just doesn't like her brother that much, or guys in general. She's seen the girl on the dance floor, heard her comments when a pretty girl would appear on the television. Clarke came off as reserved, but she was actually rather forward when it came to that kind of thing. It surprised Lexa, in a way she didn't care to admit.

Lexa liked Clarke. Actually she was sure she liked Clarke more than Matthew did, which was a fact she tried hard to hide. She wasn't very good at it when the blonde was around, but at any other point she could appear indifferent to the idea of being the person that Clarke was actually with. She fought those feelings as hard as possible, but she couldn't help it when she was around her.

Clarke was devious and beautiful. She'd touch the skin on Lexa's waist to get her attention rather than tapping her on the shoulder. She'd kiss Lexa's neck as a goodbye rather than her cheek. She'd press her lips to Lexa's ear to whisper something flirtatious to her rather than tease her out loud with a joke, and she always let her voice drop into that seductive sweet tone Lexa had begun to hear too much of rather than keeping it humorous.

Clarke had hips that made Lexa stare, and a chest that looked even better. She had eyes like the sky and a smirk like the stars and Lexa was falling in love with her. She knew it was bad, she knew she shouldn't, couldn't, but she still was. Because even though it shouldn't be, falling in love with Clarke is the easiest thing she's ever done.

Clarke never touched Matthew the way she touched Lexa. Clarke never looked at Matthew the way she looked at Lexa. Clarke never whispered flirty things into his ear, never held his hand when she was scared of the movie, never lingered too long for a hug, never stayed up too late talking to him on the phone, never said that she loved the way his eyes looked in the morning when he was just waking up, never went to him when she cried, never told him her hopes and her dreams, never looked at him when she needed someone to look too.

But she did all of this with Lexa. That's when Lexa decided it wasn't her imagination anymore. When Clarke was spending more time in her apartment then she was with her brother, when Clarke skipped going to the cabin for the weekend with her "boyfriend" to stay in with Lexa and binge watch Grey's Anatomy until they hated it, when Clarke laid her head in her lap and stared at her until Lexa couldn't ignore it anymore and looked down to meet her gaze, when Clarke leaned forward and kissed her for the first time and told her how beautiful she was.

Lexa decided it wasn't her imagination anymore and she pulled away. She avoided Clarke for a whole week, didn't answer her messages, was always out when Clarke would come over, would stare at the door when she knocked, would run in the other direction when Clarke spotted her. She avoided her successfully for a week until the morning Matthew told her that Clarke would be joining them for thanksgiving at their home and Lexa knew she couldn't ignore her anymore. So when Clarke knocked on the door again and shouted, "This is it Lexa. I don't know what's going on with you; I don't want to stop trying. But this is the last time. I can't do this anymore." Lexa flung the door to her apartment open to a red faced, angry Clarke whose eyes filled with tears once they connected with hers.