Clexa One-Shots

"Desperately In Love With You"

"Why are offices parties always so lame, and why do we always attend?" Lexa's eyes were watching each one of our co-workers. She looked her normal sexy self, something I obviously noticed along with the rest of the guys in the office. She refused to look festive, how she could hate Christmas was something that I never thought made much sense. But she stuck to her passion on the matter.

She was dressed in a tight black dress, but it was frilly material, and was cut up the thigh so plenty of skin was showing. Plenty of skin I couldn't keep my gay eyes off of. Her hair was down, but pulled back a little at the top. Brown curls were everywhere, but maintained, and it looked so damn good. She had red lipstick on, and an interesting smoky eyed look that wasn't quite a smoky eyed look. She leaned back against the wall behind us, bringing the red cup to her lips just to crinkle her cute little nose when she tasted the flavorless punch.

"Because it's a requirement that we bond with our coworkers." I answer, being done with my examination of her body. Well for now anyway. I was the opposite of Lexa. I loved Christmas, and I easily dressed the part. I had let my blonde locks down in my face but it wasn't crazy. I wore a Christmassy dress that didn't have enough material for how cold it was outside. I even wore a Santa hat on my head, which Lexa had eyed with hate throughout the night, and even when we left the apartment.

"I live in the apartment next to you; I think that's bonding enough." Lexa suddenly wrinkled her nose cutely again which had me furrowing my eyebrows together at her as she turned her head slightly to meet my blue pupils. "Warn me next time when you bring Niylah home." She then looked away, that look of distaste still played strongly on her pretty features and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me.

"Jealous?" I teased playfully, knowing that wouldn't be true at all. Everyone in the office knew Lexa was gay, but she had a specified taste, and she made it clear when we had first met that I wasn't it.

"Please, I didn't hear you moaning. So she couldn't have been that good." Lexa brought her cup back to her lips just to crinkle her nose again. I only smiled at her.

"One day you'll admit how much you want in my bed." She ignored my comment, the only acknowledgement being the roll of her green eyes.

She then focuses her attention across from her on one of the office guys, Jasper, doing some kind of trick that was probably supposed to be impressive and funny, but honestly it just looked embarrassing. It made Lexa huff in annoyance and finally push off the wall we had been standing at for nearly thirty minutes of the party.

"Come dance with me." She intertwined our hands pretty quickly, which shot that normal wave of electricity from her touch through my arm and through my body. I only smiled at the contact and allowed her to tug me onto what the office had designated as the dance floor. Some remix Christmas song was playing, and I was sure I hadn't heard it before, but really I couldn't care less about the music. All I could focus on was her body against mine, how warm she was, how nice it was when she decided to let me touch her. I liked the way she danced, like nothing else mattered but the way she moved and I had to be there with her so she could do it. She couldn't dance alone, and I was more than willing to always assist her.

She was absolutely perfect.

And I was desperately in love with her.

And I was sure she knew it.

But that didn't mean anything when she didn't reciprocate those feelings. Not that I had ever tried anything on her. I had always avoided such a thing, the only reason she knew besides the way I acted around her, was because I had admitted it. I was wasted at the time, of course, but who's not honest when they are drunk? And I know she remembers, but chooses to ignore it. I let her, of course, because Lexa Woods doesn't fall in love and that's okay.