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Present Day – The Terrible Idea
“Psst.”
Lexa looked around the TV room.
“Psst.”
This time she let out a sigh. When Raven Reyes had called her that morning, Lexa had been surprised to say the least. Despite dating each others best friends for months, they had never actually spent any time alone together.
“Psst.”
She was already starting to see why.
“Psst.”
“Raven.”
“That sounded angry.”
“It was.”
With more agility than Lexa would ever have expected, Raven sprung up from behind the sofa.
“Lexa.” Raven smiled, slowly shuffling around the couch. “This is weird right?” She asked, and Lexa cocked her head. “Yeah, this is totally weird. The only words I've ever said to you are 'sorry my girlfriend attacked your girlfriend.'”
Lexa thought for a moment. “You once apologised for your room mate attacking my room mate.”
“Semantics, and I've given up apologising for Clarke, girl's a hot mess.”
Lexa didn't smile.
“Right,” Raven continued, “anyway, I've summoned you here for a reason.” Lexa cocked her head again. “I've asked you here for a reason?”
Lexa nodded.
“Our girlfriends don't get on.” The other woman pointed out.
Lexa nodded again. Because yes, the fact Anya and Clarke were trying to kill each other every other day had not escaped her attention. “And what do you propose?” She asked.
Raven pulled a scrunched up flyer out of her pocket and held it out. It was quite possibly the worst thing Lexa had ever seen. She couldn't help it. She whimpered. Whether it was the thought of Clarke and Anya left alone for a weekend, or the the fact she wouldn't see Clarke for two days, she wasn't sure.
“Two days?” Lexa asked.
“Yep, two days of adult supervised trust exercises... And laser tag.”
Lexa let out another whimper, and Raven looked at her like she had grown another head. “Leave them alone with guns?” Her voice sounded small.
“Fake guns.”
“They'll find a way...”
“So, anyway, I've already booked it and they leave on Friday.” Immediately, Raven's hands flew out in front of her face. “Don't hit me, I'm disabled.”
“I'm not going to hit you.”
Raven dropped her hands. “Oh, cool.”
“Clarke can handle the discipline of the top floor.”
“Would it be inappropriate to make a discipline joke?” Lexa cocked her head again. “Totally inappropriate, forget I even mentioned it.”
Looking over the flyer once more, Lexa felt her shoulders slump. “When do you plan on telling them?”
The smile Raven gave her was decidedly uneasy. “Well, I was thinking that maybe you could tell them.”
Lexa quickly shook her head. There was a very real possibility that Clarke might kill her if Lexa even suggested the idea of her spending time alone with Anya. “This was your idea.”
“Look, despite what popular opinion might dictate, I am not a strong independent woman.” Raven outright lied. And Lexa knew it was a lie. Not even a little white lie either, it was a dirty big lie.
“On the first day here you shouted at Bellamy, and I quote, 'Bellamy, you floppy haired, man child, I am a strong independent woman who does not need you to carry her bags.'”
“That was...” Raven paused, shifting uncomfortably. “Different?”
“Oh, and how so?” Lexa challenged.
“I'd already had sex with Bellamy, wasn't interested in doing it again. I do plan on having lots more sex with Anya.”
A feeling of absolute horror washed over Lexa. “Cancel it.” She demanded.
“Look if either of them end up killing the other, neither of us will be having sex.”
Lexa believed in Clarke fully. “I'll get arrested, so Clarke and I can be together.”
“So damn dramatic.” Raven muttered. “You love Clarke right?”
“Yes.”
Lexa had loved Clarke from the moment she saw her.
The First Day – Two Lovers Meet
“Anya, is it too soon to tell her I love her?” Lexa sighed, her head pushing back into the pillow of her friends bed.
“You met her ten minutes ago, and by met I mean she just gave you second degree burns.” Anya rebuked, her hands still dabbing cream over the bright red skin of Lexa's stomach. “How did you not make a noise?”
“Was I not screaming? I thought I was screaming.” There was a possibility she was too distracted by the guilty blue eyes that were looking down at her. The coffee scorching Lexa's skin from the cup in the girls hands really had hurt. Internally Lexa had definitely been screaming. Loudly.
She was glad she hadn't screamed though. It would have completely ruined the visage of control Lexa was trying to exude. Stoic and in control. That was the image Lexa Woods wanted to portray. Strong, reliable, capable of providing food and shelter for herself, the blonde and all the pets and children they were going to have once they were married.
Lexa wondered what the blonde's favourite colour was. She almost started squirming at the thought of it being green, just like her own eyes.
“Stop squirming.” Anya reprimanded, tapping her fingers on the raw skin.
If it was green, then Lexa could match it to the colour scheme of their wedding.
Candles would be important for the big day too. Lexa hoped the other girl liked them as much as she did. Maybe that's how she would ask for her hand in marriage. She could put the ring in a candle. Lexa gasped, it would be perfect.
“Why are you gasping? I'm not even touching you.”
The most important part of the wedding would of course be the vows. Oh the things Lexa could say about-
Her plan had a problem. Her vows could never be perfect. There was a glaring obstacle. One that she had to over come immediately. How could her vows even be close to perfect if she didn't know her future wife's name?
Lexa sat bolt upright, sending Anya sprawling back onto the floor.
“I must find out her name. Anya, capture someone from the top floor.”
Some Days Later – Lexa's Despair
“She hates me.” Lexa wasn't sulking, nor was she whining.
Lexa was grieving.
“Oh for the love of God.” Anya sighed, her head falling onto the desk in front of her. “She clearly doesn't hate you.”
“I saw her glaring at me from her dorm window again. Do you think she's still upset about Jeepers?”
Technically they had kidnapped Jeepers. But technically, Lexa had also let him go without asking for any of the ransom demands Anya was making.
“His name was Jasper. Was literally the only thing you took from the conversation? Her name?” Anya muttered from the desk.
Clarke. Her name was Clarke. Clarke Griffin. Soon to be Clarke Woods. Or maybe Lexa was soon to be Lexa Griffin.
“No.” Lexa denied vehemently.
She had also learnt that Clarke Griffin, soon to be Woods, was a certified bisexual. A bisexual with no current boyfriend or girlfriend.
The only problem was, Clarke Griffin, soon to be Woods, hated her and it was all Anya's fault. For some reason, despite Lexa's pleas, Anya had taken to tormenting the girl whilst pretending it was all done under the “Commander's” instruction.
“It's all your fault.” Lexa pouted.
Anya sat upright again, twisting on her chair to look at Lexa. “Excuse me?”
“Stop being mean to Clarke. I command it.”
“You command it?” Lexa could hear the growl in Anya's voice.
Lexa had seen a lot of expressions on Anya's face during their lifelong friendship. She remembered the complete unrestrained joy she had seen when Anya had pet a horse for the first time. She remembered the harrowing expression of fear she had seen when Anya thought a gust of wind had blown a young willowy Lexa away. She had seen Anya angry plenty of times too.
She had just never seen Anya this angry before.
“You don't command me, Alexandria Woods.” Anya growled.
It was at this point Lexa should have backed down and asked Anya to nicely leave Clarke alone again. It was a shame that Lexa never backed down from anything.
“I'm leader of this floor.” Lexa jutted out her chin, defiance was the key. “Yes I do.”
If Lexa was less of a person, she might have quivered at the war cry Anya let out.
Some More Days Later – Lexa's Further Despair
She and Anya had of course made up. After all, how could Clarke ever be with Lexa if she was at war with her best friend?
“Spin the bottle!”
Those words were going to end her. To celebrate the fact their hockey team had just crushed team Nia, the ground floor were having a party. A party Lexa “The Commander” Woods had opened up to the top floor too.
Clarke and her friend were walking towards her and Lexa felt her heart seize. She was not nervous. She had merely developed some form of heart murmur when in the presence of one Clarke Griffin, soon to be Woods.
“O, no one is going to dare you to kiss Lincoln.” Clarke muttered to the girl that was walking beside her.
“Yeah, well I think we all know who you want to kiss. She's been staring at you-”
“Octavia, shut up!”
Lexa cursed herself, she had been so caught up in watching Clarke, she hadn't scoped the room for competition. She scowled around the room looking for the woman who dared to stare at Clarke.
“Come on heart eyes,” Anya grabbed onto Lexa's arm, pulling her towards the clumsy circle that was forming. “Spin the bottle is starting.”
“Someone's been staring at Clarke. There is an enemy amongst us.” Lexa whispered, trying to discreetly glare at every woman who wasn't Clarke Griffin, soon to be Woods.
Anya sighed and once again pulled at Lexa's arm until they were both sat on the floor. “You know, you get pretty amped up for a geology student.”
Spin the bottle was... Spin the bottle. Kissing, stripping and spending time in the closet at the side of the room. No one had kissed Clarke though. Lexa had made sure of it. Every time they tried, she had taken another swig out of the bottle of sambuca she had acquired from Anya and stared the competitor right in the eyes without flinching as she drank.
It was disgusting. And now Lexa was very drunk. Probably. She didn't want to stand up and find out.
With her head spinning at approximately the same speed as the bottle, Lexa watched it spin. All the way around until it stopped. Until it stopped right on Clarke Griffin, soon to be Woods.
Raven cackled, her face starting to turn a worrying shade of red before she replied. “I dare you to kiss Lexa.”
This time, Lexa wasn't above admitting she was nervous. It felt like she was going to be sick. Her heart condition was playing up again too. The sickness in her stomach was starting to bubble aggressively. Clarke was blinking at her in surprise, her blue eyes seemingly glowing. The evening had taken an unexpected turn, and despite her heart condition, Lexa was going to kiss Clarke. She straightened her back and prepared herself by trying to look as completely unaffected by Raven's dare as possible.
A smile tugged at Clarke's lips. That was when it hit Lexa. It wasn't just nerves that were making her insides twist. She didn't just feel sick.
She was going to be sick.
Before Clarke could even start moving, Lexa was bolting for the bathroom. Helplessly, she retched into the toilet, the evenings sambuca betraying her.
“This is disgusting.” Anya tutted as she brushed back the hair that was dangling dangerously close to the bowl.
“The stars are in her eyes.” Lexa muttered miserably before sliding down to the floor.
“Please go back to being sick, this is even more disgusting.”
“I think she fell from the sky, she's an angel.” Lexa's voice was slurring. Most definitely.
Anya's face was starting to blur, it had never done that when Lexa was sober. “Are you going to pass out?” The blurry face asked her.
“I'm going to marry her.”
But, yes. Lexa Woods, possibly soon to be Lexa Griffin, was about to pass out.
Present Day – The Terrible Idea Continues To Be Terrible
Raven was still standing in front of her, her eyebrow cocked high. “You just took a long ass trip down memory lane, didn't you?”
“I would like to marry Clarke.” Lexa declared.
“Are you asking for my blessing? Or-”
“I would like to do that outside of prison.” She interrupted.
“So you're in?”
“Yes.” Looking away from Raven, Lexa looked out the window and held her hand to her chest. “I've made this decision with my head, not my heart.”
“Okay, Lextra, just yes would have sufficed. Wait, are you lighting a candle?”
Yes, she was. Cinnamon and apple. A classic scent.