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Lexa took a deep breath and knocked on the front door of Clarke’s house. She could do it today; she could tell Clarke that she’s gay. She knew Clarke wasn’t homophobic, they’d been friends for ten years. But there was still that tinge of nervous doubt, which she refused to pinpoint on her on-going crush on Clarke.
Suddenly, the door flung open and Lexa found herself being pulled inside by Clarke.
“You know you can just open the door, Lex. It’s always open when you’re coming round,” Clarke’s smile gave her butterflies.
“That’s not very safe, Clarke,” Lexa frowned.
Clarke just shrugged and made her way up to her bedroom.
“So I thought we could watch The Blair Witch Project. It’s on Netflix and I’ve never seen it but I’m too scared to watch it on my own,” Clarke said as she sat on her bed. The same spot where they shared their first kiss, Lexa noticed.
“Sure,” Lexa sat next to her.
An hour into the movie, Clarke was curled into Lexa’s side absolutely petrified. Her blonde head was burrowed into the crook of Lexa’s shoulder, looking at the screen every so often and then turning back into Lexa whenever something made her jump. Lexa, on the other hand, kept her eyes straight ahead on the screen. Her space was Clarke’s space; she sat perfectly still, save for when the movie made her jump.
Clarke’s TV was placed on top of her drawers at the end of the bed, meaning that they could lean up against the headboard and have a perfect view. By the time the movie was done, Clarke got up on her knees to switch her TV off, but Lexa sat still with her back curved against the wooden frame.
Clarke turned back to her and smiled, noticing the other girl’s stiffness and odd silence.
“What, movie too scary for you?” She joked.
Lexa just shook her head, avoiding looking into the blonde’s twinkling eyes.
“Lexa? Is everything okay?” Clarke asked tentatively as she carefully made her way across the bed to sit next to Lexa.
“I have to tell you something,” she said, voice just higher than a whisper.
“Okay…” Clarke said patiently. “You can tell me anything,” she added with a soft smile, gently putting her hand over Lexa’s, which had fallen lifeless by her side.
Lexa’s eyes flickered to Clarke’s and saw nothing but patience, curiosity and love behind them. She took a shaky breath and focused her gaze on where their hands met.
“I think I’m gay,” Lexa said, her words coated in vulnerability.
“Oh,” Clarke breathed out as she searched her brain for a proper answer.
Lexa took Clarke’s lack of response as something other than positive and immediately back tracked.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said anything I know. I can go if you want. We can forget this ever happened-“ she said quickly as she pulled her hand away from Clarke’s and made to get up.
“Lexa…” Clarke said, grabbing the brunette’s hand and pulling her into a protective embrace. “It’s okay.”
Emerald eyes met cerulean and Lexa’s heart sped up. “It is?” She asked.
“Yes. You’re still Lexa. It might shape who you are a little, but I still love you,” Clarke told her with nothing but honesty in her voice.
“I love you,” Lexa breathed out and relaxed into Clarke’s grasp.
“Have you told anyone else?” Clarke asked.
“No, just you. I don’t know if I’m ready for anyone else to know right now, it’s kind of a big deal to me,” Lexa explained.
“Okay. Well whenever you’re ready, if you ever want to, I’ll be right here,” Clarke promised with a squeeze.
“Thank you,” Lexa squeezed back.
"Thank you for telling me," Clarke said before she loosened her grip on the girl just enough to look down to her with a grin. “So, any cute girls catch your eye recently?”
Lexa let out a hearty laugh and buried her face into Clarke’s neck, enveloping her senses in nothing but Clarke. You, she wanted to confess. Always you.