Clexa One-Shots

"She Knew"

Clarke was boiling with rage, and a kind of fear she hadn't ever known. She hadn't wanted to sleep with the guy, she was drunk. Too drunk to possibly know what she was doing. And here was her best friend, judgmental Lexa, telling her current girlfriend about it. Well, ex-girlfriend as of this morning thanks to fucking Lexa.

Clarke didn't bother with the front door. She knew it would be locked and she didn't want to bother with knocking. She wanted to barge in and be loud. She was angry; she wanted Lexa to know it. So she hopped Lexa's pathetic excuse for a fence and went for the sliding glass door that she never locked, even though Clarke had often informed her she should. Especially when Clarke was on the verge of a murderous rampage.

She somehow managed to slam it open, it sliding and hitting the wall attached at the end. The entire door shook, and Lexa jumped about ten feet in the air when she laid her pretty green eyes on the red faced Clarke storming into her living room that was openly, and annoyingly in Clarke's opinion, connected to the kitchen. Lexa instantly knew why Clarke was there, the guilty expression that crossed her pretty light features confirmed it. So Clarke wasn't going to stall anymore.

"What the fuck Lexa?" She let out in a sharp twist, her voice and octave too high for Lexa's ears. Lexa visibly winced at the sound, but this pulled no sympathy from Clarke. In fact, all it did was make Clarke a little angrier. As if she had the right to be scared and give her puppy dog looks right now!

"Alright, let me explain..." Lexa went to say, but Clarke was having none of it. She made this obnoxious sound in the back of her throat, interrupting Lexa immediately. She did this stance, half leaning on one foot, popping a hip out, placing a hand on it.

"Oh please, explain to me why MY best friend is telling MY girlfriend about a fucking mistake that I made. Tell me why MY best friend isn't acting like my fucking best friend!" Clarke's voice got louder and louder the more she spoke. Lexa winced to every single word. And by the time Clarke had finished Lexa was staring at her with squinted eyes and a cringing figure.

"She needed to know. Something needed to change, she... She doesn't even treat you righ..."

"Oh please!" Clarke shouted, interrupting her. "Not this again!" Clarke shoved both hands through her own blonde locks as she moved into the split kitchen area. She wanted to be closer, to have more of an effect. It obviously worked, but the air in the room was sizzling with something else as Lexa stared at her. That normal buzz of electricity in the air, or that's how Clarke normally described it to herself. As if she was reading one of those cheap romance novels.

Lexa was so good at infuriating her, but somehow that turned her on. It pissed her off; she couldn't control the feeling that always developed between them. It was something that had pissed her girlfriend off as well. She was always jealous around Lexa, always snappy and possessive. Clarke knew why, but she's always ignored it. This feeling with Lexa, it was dangerous, she stayed away from it for a reason.

"This isn't about what's good for me is it. Why don't you just be honest Lexa?" Clarke had never confronted Lexa about her feelings, though her girlfriend had been very open about how she believed Lexa feels for Clarke. In front of the both of them, on many occasions. It caused a lot of awkward encounters. Not that her girlfriend ever cared. She was kind of a bitch that way.

"Wha... what are you talking about?" Lexa was nervous now, her green eyes shaping her fear as Clarke took another step closer to her. Clarke was pissed, she wanted nothing more than to strangle Lexa and make love to her at the same time. It was a confusing thought, one that made everything much worse, including her anger. Her impulsion to grab Lexa and fuck her senseless was stronger than it ever had been, but she wanted Lexa to tell her.