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Lexa just poured herself tea when a knock on the door startled her. She looked at her watch and saw that it was indeed too early for visitors or deliveries. Frowning, she walked over and peered through the window curtains. A sight she hadn’t seen in years greeted her. There Clarke was, looking like time passed her over. She bit her lip deciding what to do when Clarke lifted her hand again to knock. Worried about the noise, Lexa opened the door in one swift motion.
“Hi,” Clarke greeted as she stood anxiously outside the door but still appreciative of the figure that Lexa cut. She, dressed in a black tank top, raccoon pajama bottoms, hair tied in a messy ponytail, still looked good even with mascara running slightly around her eyes. She remembered that Lexa used to forget to take off her makeup when she was too tired.
“Hey,” Lexa greeted back, puzzled with the intrusion.
“Am I interrupting?” Clarke asked as she looked over Lexa’s shoulders to see if there was anyone else inside.
“Depends.”
“I’m getting married,” Clarke announced suddenly, her voice lacking the excitement one expects when they hear this type of news.
“Congratulations.” Lexa said without betraying any emotions, not that she knew what she was feeling at the moment. “Are you inviting me to the wedding?”
“Ha ha, very funny,” Clarke answered as she entered the apartment without waiting for an invitation. “I need to do something.”
“Is this some sort of twelve steps because if you are here to apolo ---,” Lexa did not get to complete her sentence as Clarke suddenly latched on to her and started kissing her. For a second, Lexa forgot about their shared history, lost in the kiss that felt like no time had passed between them. She was about to place her arms around Clarke’s waist to pull her closer when a sound of a car honking outside brought her back to reality. “What the hell, Clarke,” Lexa said as she pushed her away.
Clarke didn’t seem to be disturbed by the push. But she seemed preoccupied as her fingers stroke her lips that were just a few seconds earlier joined with Lexa’s. She then shook her head and looked straight at Lexa. “Oh God, this is a problem.” Then without another word, she left.
Lexa went to the door and watched as Clarke got in her car and pulled away, tires screeching. She was still standing there, watching the dust settle when the door to the bedroom opened.
“Morning,” a blonde haired girl greeted as she padded into the living room wearing only a shirt. “I heard a noise. Did someone came in?”
“Nothing to worry about,” Lexa answered as she closed the front door and smiled at the blonde whose name she couldn’t remember. She didn’t worry about it, she knew she wouldn’t see her after today. The blonde was just one of those girls.