May we meet again (Clexa)

Chapter 15

When they finally arrived at the Rehab center the tension in the car was so thick both women could barely breathe.

Clarke needed a release, something to untangle all the tension in her muscles, she wanted to scream till her lungs ached and her voice trembled, anything to make her forget about Lexa.

"You're more than my therapist." Clarke said, with much more confidence.

"I like you-"

"Stop," Niylah replied, "Don't make this harder than it should be."

"I like your smile and the way you care about other people, I like talking with you, I like kissing you and eating breakfast with you by my side and I even exercise now because of you and I wanted a drink so badly today and I know I could get it, but I don't want it, you make me not want it."

"I like you too, but as your therapist I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't ask this, Do you love her?"

"Are you asking as my therapist?" Clarke asked

"I'm not sure," Niylah confessed, "Do you?"

"Yes." Clarke answered honestly, if she had lied Niylah would have known and she didn't want to lie to her, "I still like you."

"Can I tell you something about me."

"I like it when you tell me about you,"

"I have a cat,"

Clarke turned her head to face Niylah, for the first time since they arrived.

"What's her or his name?"

"Mr Clown, but she's a she and she's my best friend." Niylah laid back on the car seat. "She makes me laugh and say crazy things, but I love her."

"She sounds like she's a great best friend," Clarke smiled.

"She most definitely is," Niylah replied, " I want to kiss you," She confessed after some time.

"Then kiss me," Clarke said simply.

"It's not that simple,"

"Just pretend that I'm not your patient and I haven't found out my dead girlfriend is alive and living with the man that I thought killed her."

"We'd make a great story," Niylah turned and finally met Clarke's eyes, she looked deep in them, searching for something, anything, but she too had no clue what she wanted to see.

Clarke loves Lexa, she knew that. It was the only thing bouncing around in her mind. Clarke loves Lexa and no matter what Clarke said, she knew she'd go back to her, she'd eventually go back and she'd be hurt and broken all over again.

"I'd be a best seller." Clarke chimed

"Josephine. G?" Niylah asked, "You saved me and now I'm saving you, what are the odds?"

"Somehow I think we would have met, in another universe you and I would have met."

Niylah unbuckled her seat belt and turned her whole body to face Clarke, she slightly moved forward, stopped just mid air, contemplating whether she should continue or not, but before she could make up her mind, Clarke had already pulled her close and connected their lips together.

Niylah would daydream of kissing Clarke , when she'd lay in bed and pretend that Clarke was right next to her. She was kissing her now, but the more she went on the more she felt like she should just stop, because Clarke liked her, but not in the way she wanted to be loved, she wanted someone who'd love her for her and have that be enough.

But she didn't pull back though, she moved her lips against Clarke's in urgency, trying to shut the part of her brain telling her it was all wrong.

They were breathing in the same air, lips fighting against one another, hands roaming unguarded and brains everywhere, but in the moment. The best way Clarke would describe it was they both need someone and whatever they have works.