Hey Princess

Home, For A Little While

A/N This chapter is sort of based around a few of my favorite Clexa moments so yeah. The "What is? Love?" scene and the scene where Clarke confronts Lexa and basically walks her up against the table. Prepare your fangirl hearts, this chapter will make up for pancakes.

Lexa POV

I glance down and see yet another Clarke message. It's the shortest and angriest yet.

Christ, Clarke. Don't you know how hard it is for me to not text you back? Please just wait two more hours.

I wish I could text her back. The softer, more emotional side of me can feel her stress and anger and wants to fix it. But that side of me can never have power over my actions. It's weakness. A weakness that is growing stronger every day due to the blue-eyed distraction that has somehow wriggled her way into my life. I tell myself to pull it together but all I can do is imagine that day if Aden had decided to walk in five seconds later than he did. Everything would've been different and we wouldn't have been able to go back. But this way we can. I can set boundaries, limits, rules, anything to keep my mind away from the irresistible tension between us.

Two excruciating hours later

I've cleaned every corner of my room. It's so spotless it's practically shining. I've organized and reorganized all the junk that was hiding underneath my bed. I've lit and relit every single candle. I've groomed myself so much that every part of my body feels raw. With nothing else to do, I just sit and fidget on the bed. Finally, the doorbell rings. I sprint down the stairs, gather my breath so it doesn't seem like I sprinted to see her, and pull open the door. There's Clarke, a frown creasing her breathtaking features. I allow her to enter and lead her up to my bedroom before speaking.

"So... about Friday," I start awkwardly.

"Yeah," she agrees.

"I think we both know what was going to happen," I say, crossing the room so the tension is slightly bearable. Clarke nods in response, so I keep going.

"But I think it would've been a mistake. I'm sort of glad Aden walked in when he did so we didn't do anything we could regret later." The lies burn my mouth like I'm spitting acid. Clarke's face falls and it hurts worse than anything. I keep telling myself that this is good, this is the right thing to do, but how can it be right when it makes me feel so wrong? It's going against every natural instinct I have. Meanwhile, Clarke's crestfallen face has hardened into a look of steel-like determination.

"What is your problem with emotion? Every single time we get close you instantly pull away," she says, angrier than I expected.

"I don't... We aren't getting close," I stutter.

"This isn't close?" she questions, walking towards me until she's directly in front me.

"Are you telling me you don't feel anything when I'm this close to you?" she breathes.

My breath catches in my throat. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go.

"It's... It's weakness," I whisper, yet again vulnerable in the beautiful blonde's presence.

"What is? Love?" she asks, pausing but never stepping back. Whoever steps back will lose the dominance of the situation and we're both determined to win. My eyes flit down to her lips for a brief second before immediately flashing back to her piercing stare. She notices my slip up and I can see the sense of victory in her eyes. She takes another step forward and I finally have to take one back. But she doesn't let it end there.

"Are you trying to tell me you didn't feel something when our eyes first met, and your glare hardened to combat the emotions my gaze was making you feel? Are you trying to tell me you felt nothing when I spilled my entire bag, and you came in twice to help me? Are you trying to pretend, even now when I'm so close I can see your lip quivering with desire, that you feel nothing? You're an awful liar, Lexa," she says. By this point, my back has slammed up against the desk and I can go no further. Clarke, mere inches from my face, finally stops moving but keeps her closeness.

"Clarke, I can't," I try to say convincingly, but my frequent glances at her lips aren't helping my case.

"You can't or you won't?" she replies, more seductively than her previous statements. The tone of her voice causes butterflies to take flight in my stomach.

"I-" I begin, but my words are swallowed as Clarke presses her soft lips against mine. It's more amazing than I've imagined. I mean... not that I've imagined it or anything. She tastes sweet but in a rebellious way, like a cookie stolen from the top shelf while a parent's back is turned. My blood is pumping and I can't organize my thoughts. I press my lips harder to hers, relishing in any contact I can get. Cool and collected Lexa has left the building. I take my hand and place it on her cheek, feeling her heated skin and feeling sort of proud that I'm affecting her as much as she is affecting me. The butterflies in my stomach just took a field trip and are slowly moving down my body, making me shiver. Clarke takes both hands and tangles them in my hair, pulling me closer. My free hand wraps around her waist, slipping slightly under the hem of the shirt. This feels right, it feels like home. And that thought scares some sense into me.

I immediately pull my head away, panting slightly. Both of my hands jolt away from her body as if she's delivering an electric current to them. Her hands stay tangled in my hair. I need to get away from her before the tension grabs me again.

"I think- I think you should go," I say.

"Is that what you think or is that what you want, Lexa?"

Please don't go.

"I want you to go," I say emotionlessly.

"Fine. Then don't bother walking me to class. And don't bother calling me Princess. Don't bother with the flirts that obviously don't mean anything to you. Because it means something to me, and it hurts. Goodbye," she says, sounding hurt as she walks out of the room.

Just watch her go, Woods. It's the same as with mom, dad, and Costia. You're better off without her in your life.

Then why does it hurt so bad? another voice pipes up.

Because you let yourself go to deep.

Well if I'm already in deep, I might as well go deeper.

Don't do it, Lexa, you'll hate yourself for this mistake.

I ignore the warnings. Somehow the softer side of me won this argument. I sprint out the steps and open the door to see Clarke walking down the walkway. I run over to her and grab her arm. She looks up at me, shocked.

"Life would really, really suck if I didn't get to call you princess every day," I say and bend down to meet her lips. Instantly the feeling of home surrounds me again, but this time it's not met with resistance. I sink into it as I wrap my arms around her back. She reaches up and rests her hands on the back of my neck. I smile into the kiss. She pulls back slightly.

"So what does this mean?"

"It means we are two incredibly hot girls making out in my front yard, probably putting on a great show for my pervy neighbor," I smirk.

"Lexa, serious answer," she sighs.

"I can't be what you want me to be right now," I say sadly, "Can't we just do this for now?"

"For a little while," she concedes.

"For a little while," I agree contentedly. I lean down again and recapture her lips, reveling in this peaceful moment that probably won't last long but for right now can last a lifetime.