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Clarke wasn’t sure how they had convinced her to take the almost two hour train ride to Annapolis but apparently that’s where Octavia’s new boyfriend lived and she wanted to be close to him. Octavia could get her to almost anything. Well anything that didn’t actually have to do with emotions. Only Bellamy really knew how to work down Clarke’s emotional walls. Fortunately, Clarke had the same effect on Bellamy. Octavia had finally pulled her in with ‘You know he’ll behave better if you’re there Clarke’.
“She’s back, bitches.” Octavia squealed upon seeing Clarke, Raven, and Bellamy’s arrival. She threw her arms around Clarke and pulled her into a hug. Clarke could smell the alcohol that was radiating off of Octavia.
“She is. Thanks to you of course O.” Clarke grinned, but Octavia just snorted.
“Yeah okay Clarke. We all know emotions are Bell’s forte, but thanks for the flattery.” She grinned, before waltzing off to find Lincoln. “Grind a girl for me Clarke.” Octavia shouted before getting gobbled up into the crowd. Raven quickly followed somehow finding a beer without even stopping at the bar.
“You want to go Bell?” Clarke offered, at this point, Octavia wouldn’t notice if Bellamy left (though Clarke was sure she’d check back on her) and Bellamy actually did have term papers to grade. He looked at her, unsure of the sincerity of the offer. “Go man, those APUSH kids want their papers back. I’ll just hang at the bar all night.” Clarke motioned to where she’d probably be spending all of her time tonight.
“If you’re sure. At least the bartender is cute.” Bellamy wrapped Clarke in a big hug and gave her a peck on her temple.
“Bye Bell,” Clarke smiled. She appreciated Octavia’s ideas (Annapolis, Navy personnel, navy medics, bio talk with Clarke) but Clarke didn’t have the energy tonight. Besides, she hadn’t thought about biology for a couple years now. As much as she loved shoptalk with her mom, she didn’t feel like talking with anyone she’d seen so far. Maybe Octavia and Raven were right; maybe she just needed to have a fuck and flee. Clarke sighed, moseying over to the bar.
“Boyfriend left you?” The bartender smirked. Clarke had to admit, the girl’s smile was very nice.
“Older brother, sort of.” Clarke laughed, there were no good words to describe Bellamy. “Best friend maybe a better word.” Clarke sighed, looking for Octavia in the crowd. “I’m gonna be here a while I think, can I just get a coke?” The bartender smirked and raised her eyebrows.
“My, my, first your boyfriend slash brother slash best friend, messed up by the way, leaves you and now you’re going to be here a while. Sober none the less.” Clarke took in the entirety of the brunette. She had green eyes, very green eyes and was wearing just enough eyeliner to make her eyes pop. Her cheekbones weren’t extreme, but her cheeks were defined. Her hair was wavy, but Clarke wasn’t positive that the girl hadn’t altered her natural curve of her hair. All of the girl’s features were soft and Clarke’s heart started to beat just a little faster when the girl handed her soda to her and their hands brushed.
No, Clarke was not doing this. She was supposed to find a one night stand, not developing a crush on the bartender and Lincoln’s bar. “I’m Lexa by the way. If you’re spending more than an hour seated at my bar I have two conditions. First, I have to make you one drink, my choice, and second, I have to know your name.” The girl smiled and really she had to stop doing that.
“Clarke, and I suppose I have to give in because I’m responsible,” Clarke searched the crowded floor for Raven. “Uh that one.” Clarke pointed to the slightly inebriated girl dancing.
Again Lexa raised her eyebrow. “Ah, so I was wrong about tall hottie because he’s a dude.” Lexa paused, “Yeah, she’s kind of hot.” She shrugged; Clarke’s cheeks warmed, but she wasn’t sure why.
“Not really. Into guys and girls, just not Bellamy and Raven. Though Raven and I did sleep with the same guy… at the same time.” Clarke laughed. For a long time, the whole Finn thing hurt, but once she met Raven, it became more of a joke.
Lexa grunted, “Ouch. I’ll be back later to get you thank drink.” And with one last smile Lexa slid down to the other end of the bar. Clarke watched her work with the other customers. Clarke was totally not jealous that Lexa was being flirty with and touching the other customers, while she hadn’t given Clarke a second glance.
Clarke was left alone with her and her sober mind, a pen and a napkin. Clarke hadn’t realized her hand took the pen, nor did she realize whom she was drawing. She was so caught up in her impeccably detailed sketch.
“Want a kiss?” A silky smooth voice broke Clarke from her drawing. Clarke coughed on her drink, registering what, whom rather, she was drawing, the same person who had a chocolate kiss sticking out of her mouth. Stupid bartender.
“Just kidding. Here” She held out a small chocolate wrapped in foil. “No slobber guaranteed.” Lexa held out the chocolate, a smile sitting on her face. It was goofier than Clarke remembered. “Take it because if I remember right I owe you a drink.” Clarke just kept her eyes on Lexa as she maneuvered the bottles and glasses, pouring more than one portion of liquid into what Clarke guessed would be her glass. She unwrapped the kiss and popped it into her mouth. She slowly rolled it in her mouth. Bellamy and Octavia both liked to chew theirs, but Clarke could not get on board with that.
“So, if you hate it, lie to me.” Lexa grinned, setting her elbows on the table and then her head on her hands. Her green gaze rested on Clarke as she sipped her drink carefully. She was pleasantly surprised. Clarke was finicky to say the least when it came to her mixed drinks, but this worked.
“It’s not horrible.” Clarke couldn’t hold back her smile. The left over chocolate residue in her mouth tied in with the drink nicely.
“And the kiss,” Lexa smirked, as if she knew, what she had been doing by giving Clarke the kiss.
“Perfect.” Clarke smiled as she crunched the last remnant of chocolate. Lexa handed Clarke a chocolate, coming from behind the bar. Clarke turned around to face the other girl. Clarke popped it in her mouth, realizing Lexa still hadn’t actually looked away from her.
Clarke could almost see the contemplation in Lexa’s eyes. She should have expected it really. She should have seen it coming when Lexa leaned toward her. It was gentile, but early on, Lexa parted Clarke’s lips with her tongue. When Lexa pulled away, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She had stolen Clarke’s kiss.