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Things had changed since that night, well, actually after breakfast. Lexa was actually very nice and sweet and a really caring person – and Clarke’s heart just seemed to melt when she first saw the other girl smile at her. She wasn’t like how she was on the pitch; she was a lot…softer, and gentler, just nicer really. And Lexa noticed the same thing about Clarke, she wasn’t a different person out of the game though; but she was different in some aspects. She was definitely as intense almost all the time but…in a more fun way though, in a way that made Lexa smile and laugh instead of roll her eyes and glare at her.
Their teams had no idea though, no one did other than the two of them. It seemed like the entire teams had a tense relationship with each other. And well, Clarke and Lexa figured it was the best thing to keep their relationship under wraps for at least a while. It had been six months now, they were happy with each other, something neither of them had expected given their relationship on the grass. They still had to put on a show though when they were playing, and for the most part, everyone seemed to buy it. There had been a few games against each other and after the first one, the referee had commented on how this game was quite tame compared to their previous ones. So the two of them had made an effort to make sure they gave the referees a hard time much like before they had gotten together.
It had taken them a while to get together though, Clarke has seemed to call Lexa after her next game, asking if she was free. And well…that became a thing with them – that also included breakfast in the morning and soft smiles with cute conversations. So it wasn’t more than about a month before they realized they actually liked each other’s company. So here they were now, off season, Clarke and Lexa at a little café about a block away from Lexa’s apartment having breakfast. Okay maybe it was brunch considering how late it was.
“How have we not gotten caught yet?” Clarke wondered, looking at Lexa, asking about how their friends or teams didn’t know about them yet. “I mean…we’re kinda always out in the open.”
Lexa nodded at that, “I mean, I don’t think anyone would suspect anything though,” She answered, “We couldn’t stand each other Clarke.” She reminded her. “I could breathe in your direction and you’d be like fight me I dare you.”
“Shut up.”
“No, I wouldn’t even have to do it really.” Lexa continued regardless, “You could think I breathed in your direction, and you’d be throwing fists.”
“I’ve never done that.” Clarke told her defensively, pulling her hand away from Lexa’s before jokingly swatting it away. “I’ve never physically done anything like that.” She argued. “I haven’t physically hurt you.” She told her before a playful smirk came on her face. “I mean…only when you wanted me to.” Clarke shrugged, “Like last night.”
Lexa only clenched her jaws, lowering her eyes as she tried to hide the redness creeping up her cheeks at the mention of last night. “Clarke,” She finally spoke, bringing her head up this time to look at her. “You broke my nose one time.” She reminded her girlfriend.
“That does not count.” Clarke scoffed. “That was an accident.” She argued, trying to defend herself. “You were in my way and I was trying to get the ball.”
“So you elbowed me in the face and got a red card.” Lexa reminded her of how that had ended.
“Which was unfair.” Clarke rolled her eyes, “It was an accident.”
“You see this?” Lexa pointed to a small bump on the bridge of her nose, just barely visible. “This is because of you.” She told her, exaggerating every word. “My perfect nose, all messed up because of you.”
Clarke laughed at her this time, “Stop being such a baby,” She rolled her eyes, standing up before leaning over the table to gently and playfully kissing the tip of her nose. “It’s still perfect, you dork.”
They were going inside for half time, Clarke’s team had a friendly match against Lexa’s and they seemed to have been putting up a good front. The teams had just come inside for half time when Clarke found herself walking past the very small and very empty common room that was open to both the teams. She wasn’t expecting to go inside, just walk past it to get to where she wanted. But she found herself being pulled inside by a strong, familiar hand. The other girl didn’t say anything, only pulled her into the room and pushed her up against the wall right next to the door. She was standing only a couple of inches away from Clarke, her looking straight into her eyes with a small playful smile.
“Hi,” Lexa whispered almost, her hand still holding her arm with Clarke’s back against the wall.
“What are you doing?” Clarke asked her, a small laugh bubbling out of her despite the adrenaline still pumping through her veins.
“I wanted to see you,” Lexa answered breathlessly; she was sweaty and breathless, a few wisps of hair sticking to her forehead. Clarke could tell she was still very much high on the adrenaline; they’d only been on half time for about five minutes now.
“You’ve seen me for the past forty five minutes.” Clarke reminded her.
“That was on the field.” Lexa shrugged, “It doesn’t count.” She added, smiling this time as she leaned in a little closer, wanting to kiss her. “How are you so calm?” She asked her girlfriend, a little surprised. “I can still feel my heart pounding.”
“It’s starting to beat faster to be honest,” Clarke told her, her voice low and breathy, “Its a little exciting,” She leaned in closer to Lexa, noticing the slight switch in Lexa’s upper lip because of how badly she wanted to kiss her. “The fear of getting caught,” She added, “Anyone could walk in on us, any moment now.” Clarke continued, doing her best to hold off from Lexa because as exciting as it was, it was also very much a threat, they didn’t want to be caught.
“I’m gonna kiss you now,” Lexa told her, not really sure herself why she was doing this, there was too much at risk. Literally anyone could walk in on them right now.
“Yeah?” Clarke questioned, pulling away just by a fraction of an inch to tease Lexa.
But before either of them could do anything, someone very loudly stepped inside the room, “Hey Griffi-” Before the other player could say anything, she froze, taking in the site of her team mate pinned against the wall by her arch nemesis – for a lack of better word. “Are you two honestly still fighting over that foul?” Octavia asked them with an unamused look on her face. “Get off of her,” This time she looked at Lexa, almost sounding a little threatening. “If you hurt her, I swear to go-”
“No, no,” Lexa stopped her immediately, stepping away from Clarke at once. “Nothing like that, I promise.”
“O, chill.” Clarke responded, she could see the almost scared look on Lexa’s face. The implications of physically hurting another player while off the pitch are…not great. “It’s fine.”
“Well, we need you back in there.” Octavia told her, “Captain usually needs to talk to their team and strategize for the second half.”
“Right, right.” Clarke nodded. “Let’s go.” She didn’t get the chance to say bye to Lexa, only followed Octavia out of the room and into the locker room that was assigned to their team. Neither her nor Lexa was sure how Octavia didn’t realize what was actually happening – did they seem like they hated each other so much that she thought they were in a physical fight? That was…kind of funny really.
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Octavia seemed to go the entire day without asking Clarke about Lexa, she didn’t seem to suspect anything. She didn’t even mention it to anyone else on the team, Clarke was pleasantly surprised – Octavia was…usually a lot smarter than that. She was actually the first one to jump on any kind of relationship, even when there was nothing there. And given how Lexa and Clarke had been together for a good few months now, Clarke had no idea how her teammate and best friend still didn’t know about them. For crying out loud, they were roommates.
Okay she spoke too soon, it was a little past eleven now, and given how they were only an hour out of town for the game, both her and Octavia were back home now. Clarke was in bed, smiling at the phone in her hand as Lexa talked to her through the headphones when her door burst open.
“What happened to privacy-” Clarke couldn’t even finish asking her roommate when Octavia practically yelled out.
“You and Woods weren’t fighting!”