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Clarke paced back and forth, acutely aware of the dark bags that sat below her eyes as she pulled off her scrubs and changed into her big white sweater and jeans. She slipped out of the stall and took a good look in the mirror. It looked all wrong. The sweater didn’t slip off her right shoulder like it usually did, which made it look baggy and unflattering on Clarke’s body. The jeans made Clarke’s thighs look too big.
“Oooh, first date?” Octavia grinned, coming up behind Clarke. The sweater and pair of jeans had been Clarke’s staple first-date outfit for the past three years, not that she had been doing a lot of dating in the past two and a half years, but she had gotten a lot of use out of it since Finn. Clarke sighed, looking at the reflection of the two.
“Not exactly.” Clarke grimaced. It was technically a date; at least Clarke thought it might be a date. But even if the dinner was a date, it wasn’t really a first. They had history, five years of history. It wasn’t like it wasn’t new though, they had been apart for three years.
Octavia raised an eyebrow. “How not exactly,” her eyes grew wide, realization probably setting in, “Wait, that Lexa girl? Wow, Dr. Clarke, dating your patients.” Octavia smirked.
“Maybe, and she was never my patient. Well there was that one time.” Clarke trailed off.
“Clarke,” Raven groaned, “Stop pacing.” Clarke didn’t. “Your girlfriend will be here soon, and then the people will come, and everyone will adore your art and your pretty little face.” Raven sighed, twisting and putting her feet up on the chair next to her own.
“Raven,” Clarke scoffed, pushing Raven’s legs off and brushing off the armrest. Raven had to readjust her brace, and Clarke almost felt sorry. Almost.
“Now what’s the trouble maker doing?” The door shut behind Lexa. “Hey Babe.” Lexa pulled Clarke into a hug before giving her a sweet kiss.
“Hey Lexa,” Raven laughed. “Your girlfriend is panicking and taking it out on me.” She whined, a smirk on her face.
“Aw, Clarke, be nice.” She grinned, but pulled Clarke in closely and whispered, “Do you want me to help you de-stress?” She purred, the suggestion evident in her voice. Clarke shivered.
Clarke forced a cough before speaking; she didn’t need her voice to come out higher than usual. “As much I would like to uh, take you up on that offer,” Clarke would rather not admit how much her body wanted to take Lexa up on here offer. “There will be people here soon.” She caught a knowing smirk from Raven.
“People!” Raven cheered, pointing to the couple that had just walked in. Clarke stood stunned; people actually came. People actually came to see the artwork of some twenty-year-old nobody, applying to med school.
“Go talk to them.” Lexa nudged the stunned blonde. Clarke chocked back words.
“Um, hello?” The one of the men approached.
“Hi.” Clarke managed to say. Later Lexa had said it was endearing, but Clarke wasn’t so sure.
“Are you the artist?” He asked. Clarke nodded, thoughts not really getting from one neurotransmitter to the other one. “Nice, well my frat bro and I are interested of the one of the hot naked chick.” She hadn’t realized it at the time, but both Lexa and Raven testified to the fact that both of the guys were drunk.
Lexa rested her hand on the small of Clarke’s back, hoping her girlfriend would say something soon.
“Wait, are you two gay?” The other said approaching them from the other side of them. Lexa whirled around, figuring some homophobic remark would follow.
“Excuse me?” She asked, her voice suddenly razor sharp.
“It’s just uh, I’ve always wanted to have a threesome.” The second frat boy muttered nervously. Clarke smiled; her girlfriend was pretty amazing.
“Get out.” Lexa said, though Clarke noticed her tone softened. She flung her hand toward the door.
“Fuck.” She swore under her breath, and Clarke’s brain seemed to restart.
“Lex?” Sheepishly Lexa pulled her hand in front of her. She had whacked a glass pitcher and there was now glass shards embedded in her hand.
“Ow?” Lexa said as if it was a question. She had an unholy high pain tolerance.
“C’mere babe, I’ll fix it.” Clarke smiled, holding Lexa’s hand softly in her own.
“Wait what?” Octavia grinned, “Clarke Griffin isn’t that against the rules or whatever of all doctors.” Clarke laughed.
“You’re thinking of the Hippocratic oath, and I think the whole patients don’t date doctors just stems from good moral conduct. I was her doctor, if you can even call it that once when I was the featured artist at a gallery. She hit some glass by accident and I pulled it out of her hand.” Clarke explained, unbeknownst to her, a smile started to spread across her face.
“Whatever. Your hair is all wrong.” Clarke sighed; her hair was not all wrong. She didn’t see what was wrong with the bun resting above her head. Without asking, Octavia pulled Clarke’s hair down and brushed it out with her hand. Octavia grabbed two strands of Clarke’s hair and twisted them. “Do you have a-?” Clarke handed Octavia a clip. Octavia smiled, clipping the strands in a v. She ‘hmmed’ before deciding that she had finished. “Much more you.” Clarke’s phone beeped.
Do you need or want me to pick you up?
Frankie’s at eight right?
Clarke smiled, making Octavia huffed playfully. “Picking the girlfriend over me?” She sighed, shooting a grin.
If the hospital is on your way, sure, if not, I’ll see you at 8
I’ll be there in ten.
“She’s not my girlfriend, and she was just asking me if I needed a ride.” Clarke smiled, pushing Octavia playfully, before she turned to gather all of her stuff and heading down to meet her date.