your hand in mine (clexa)

Chapter 5

This is really not what Clarke's been expecting when she decided to drop by Lexa's apartment, unannounced. She's wearing a matching lingerie set, for fuck's sake. The one she bought specifically for the occasion, no less.

So her surprise at having found another hot blonde in Lexa's apartment when she's come there with one purpose in mind is completely justified, in her opinion.

It's not like they are dating, so technically this isn't cheating. It's not like Clarke has any feelings at all. Well, she does have pride, and she's not going to lie - if Lexa's two-timing her, it does sting a little bit. Not to mention it messes her plan up quite a bit.

All those thoughts fly through her head in a second as she stands at Lexa's door, gaping at a tall blonde woman frowning back at her. She's all sharp gaze and sharp cheekbones, and when it's clear she isn't going to acknowledge Clarke in any way other than judgmentally studying her, Clarke clears her throat and speaks.

"Is, uh, is Lexa home?"

The woman's confused frown turns into a scowl. "You must be Clarke." Well. This is taking hospitality to a whole new level - one far below the usual socially acceptable standard.

"That's me," Clarke tries not to stutter. She's not easily scared, usually. But this woman has quite an intimidating presence. Now that Clarke gets a closer look at her, gets past her first assumption, she can see she doesn't look like she's just been fooling around. in fact, she looks impeccable, dressed in a manner similar to Lexa herself. Her stance resembles Lexa's, too: tall and proud, if a bit sleeker. Just a touch more predatory.

So Lexa's not cheating -- not seeing other people, Clarke corrects herself. Who is this woman, then? An associate? Do business associates frequent each other's apartments?

"Anya."

Oh.

Oh, so this is -- oh. This is only the most important person in Lexa's life, as Finn once put it. Anya Chand. Lexa's advisor and business partner.

And, judging by her glare, not a fan of Clarke's. "Lexa," she replies in kind, not taking her eyes off Clarke. "I was merely making the acquaintance of Miss Griffin."

Clarke has to bite her tongue to hold a jab she really, really wants to make. But something tells her that pissing Anya off is a poor decision. She needs to ask Finn about her later. But now, she shifts her gaze from Anya to Lexa and feels a small smile tug at the corner of her lips when blue meets vibrant green. "Hey."

Lexa's voice softens, so subtly Clarke almost misses it. "Hello, Clarke. Is everything okay?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Clarke contemplates whether pushing past Anya and entering the room would be wise. In the end, her stubbornness wins. She edges past Anya, slightly brushing her shoulder with her own as she walks in to give Lexa a soft kiss on the cheek. "I wanted to see you," she says quietly, watching Lexa's eyes soften with a smile that doesn't quite reach her lips. "I'm sorry if this isn't a good time. Wanted to surprise you."

"You did," Lexa lets her know, that barely-there smile still dancing across her lips like a fading shadow. "Thank you."

"A weird thing to be thankful for."

"Not quite how I see it."

"Then Miss Griffin and I are more alike than I thought." Right. Anya. Still very present and very much not a fan of Clarke. What has Lexa been telling her to have her this angry with her seconds after meeting her - barely?