Lexa woke up from the roar of a car engine. Slowly she pushed herself up, checking what time it was. The sound had to come from Jesse's car, without a doubt. Filled with curiosity, she made her way over to the window, wrapping herself in a blanket, casually peaking behind the blinds. Her eyes followed him stepping inside his car, his friends getting in as well.

She sighed, as she had hoped his friends would've been gone by now. The entire night she had been quietly watching his house, waiting for his friends to disappear so she could finish where she and Jesse had stopped. But after a while she gave up, realizing his friends weren't going to disappear anytime soon.

She was unsure if she was jealous, or worried. Now Jesse was finally home, she had imagined spending a lot more time with him, but his friends quickly destroyed that dream. Lexa understood he had his own friends, but she wondered if they were really his friends at all. Had they ever visited Jesse in the hospital? She didn't recall seeing them. The marijuana worried her as well. Who knew what they would bring with them. Marijuana was fine, but what if they would give him that new blue meth that was circling around. Jesse was finally on the right track of getting clean, he needed to stay on that track and right now his friends were seriously in the way.

Waiting for him to return, Lexa turned to her writing, but after an hour she was struggling with the words. Her mind kept drifting away to Jesse, to her and Jesse. Her feelings for him were clear. She was starting to care for him even more than she should. But feelings couldn't be stopped.

She also remembered the bag of money stashed under his bed. Lexa always considered herself to be a pretty good detective, but did she want to know about it? Maybe she was blowing this thing out of proportion, and besides, it wasn't her business.

Her heart started to flutter slightly when she heard a car engine again. Figuring it would be strange if she ran out on his driveway the second he arrived, she decided to wait for a few minutes. To pass the time Lexa made sure her hair was perfect as she suddenly felt nervous. In the time Jesse was away, she decided on confronting him about his friends. There was no guarantee he was going to understand where she was coming from, but she had to tell him his friends were not his friends at all.

After what seemed like an hour, she made her way over to his door, not bothering to put on a jacket. The door opened soon enough, and she was glad to see Jesse was happy to see her.

"Hey!" he smiled, embracing her in a slightly awkward hug.

"Hey," she greeted back. "Can I come in?"

Jesse nodded, stepping aside so she could enter.

The house wasn't as clean as it was when she left yesterday. The ashtray was full with cigarettes and joints, chips had spilled all over the floor, but she decided to ignore it.

"You had a fun night yesterday?" she asked, sitting down on the couch, noticing a burn mark in the fabric.

"Yeah, it was awesome," Jesse replied, sitting down next to her, his leg touching hers.

His hand moved next to her, his fingertips softly touching her, catching her attention. Lexa turned her head to the side, his head moving closer to her. It was as if they had returned to the exact same place they were the night before, except this time, Lexa had to get something of her chest before she was going through with this.

"Jesse," she breathed softly, his lips only inches from hers. "I need to ask you something first."

He moved backwards, slightly surprised by her actions. "Yeah, sure," he said, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Besides pot, did you do any other drugs, yesterday?" Lexa asked quietly.

She needed to know this before she went through with anything. A relationship with an addict was a hard one, and if she was not ready for that she didn't want to get Jesse's hopes up. Lexa was still trying to stand on her own feet in Albuquerque, she wasn't sure if she could handle more stress, fear and worries.

The silence that followed wasn't the answer she was hoping for.

"Please tell me you didn't…"

But silence followed again. Jesse looked at his feet, as if he was ashamed of what he had done.

Lexa ran her fingers through her hair, softly sighing. She should've know. She should've known it right from the start. How naïve had she been? Of course Jesse was going to turn to drugs again, why had she been so stupid to think otherwise? One little trip to the hospital wasn't going to change things.

"I'm sorry," Jesse finally said. His eyes met hers again.

"I can't do this." Lexa rose from the couch. "I can't do this if you're not sober. How am I supposed to take care of you, when I can hardly take care of myself? I'm not ready to deal with this, Jesse."

"I know, and I'm not asking you to take care of me. I just couldn't resist it, I guess."

"I gotta go," Lexa said hastily. "I'm sorry."

She wondered if she was being egotistical, but she couldn't decide if she was or wasn't. The fact was, she had dealt with addiction before and had seen all that it did. How it destroyed people. Jesse might needed her help, but could she give him that?

Lexa's father had been an addict. The times she had seen her mother struggling with it had stayed with her forever. Getting clean was relatively easy, staying clean was another story. But like she cared for her father, she cared for Jesse. Was it her duty to help him?

Her own feelings confused her. Should she do what her mother would've done?

The sound of her doorbell disrupted her thoughts. Lexa lifted her arm to check her watch. It had been over a couple of hours since she returned from Jesse's place. She hadn't even noticed the time moving so fast.

The doorbell rang again. "Okay, okay," she muttered. "I'm coming." She wrapped herself in a hoodie as she made her way to the front door.

She gasped when she saw Jesse standing in her doorway. He was the last person she would have expected right now, especially considering the way she had left him. In his right hand he had a bouquet of flowers. They looked hand picked.

"Jesse," she breathed, not sure what the say.

"Look," Jesse started, taking a step forward closer to her. "I'm sorry for the – …"

"Shh," Lexa said, placing her finger on his lips. She didn't need to hear it because she knew he meant it.

Suddenly it came to her. She had been egotistical. This wasn't about her, this was about them. Together they could get through it, they could help each other. Jesse's drug of choice might be meth, but her drug of choice was him.

She pulled him closer to her by the edge of his shirt, his body now pressing against hers. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and before she was able to think this through, she kissed him. Lexa felt Jesse reacting to her. His hands wrapped around her waist while he didn't let go of the flowers. His lips felt soft against hers and Lexa could feel her heart almost leaping out of her chest.

This was what she wanted. This was what she had waited for. Right this moment was perfect. She didn't care one bit that the whole neighborhood could see them. This moment was about them.

"Thank you for the flowers," Lexa breathed, breaking off the kiss.

"You're welcome," Jesse replied with a smile before leaning forward again to kiss her.

Lexa couldn't stop herself anymore. She knew they both wanted this. There was no point in denying it. Softly she pulled Jesse inside the house, turning around in the process so she could close the door behind her with her foot.

Jesse took the lead and pushed her gently against the drawer, placing the flowers behind her so his hands were free.

Lexa placed one hand in his neck while pushing his beanie from his head with her other, letting it fall to the floor. She had always loved the look of his hair, always wanting to run her fingers through them. Who'd ever thought she'd get to do what she wanted.

"Bedroom is upstairs," Lexa whispered, before quickly returning his kiss.

How they made it up the stairs without both falling down was a miracle. Lexa managed to get her shoes off on the way, kicking them down, while Jesse took his shirt off. Once they reached the top, Lexa took his hand and guided him to her bedroom.

Lexa made a mental note to make her bed more regularly when she spotted her room, hoping Jesse wouldn't mind the clutter. It was ironic how she cleaned his house but she had a hard time keeping her own bedroom clean and organized.

Her hands cupped his cheek as she deepened the kiss. Jesse pressed his body against hers again before pushing her onto the bed. He rested his next to her body to make sure he wouldn't hurt her.

"I have waited so long for this," Jesse said, as he unbuttoned his pants to take them off.

Lexa smiled. "Me too," she admitted. Even though this moment was all she had ever wanted for the two of them, the fact that Jesse was a drug addict didn't disappear from her mind. However she told herself she would steer him onto the right path. She could help him the way she helped him before.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jesse said, his hands on the edge of her shirt, ready to take them off.

Lexa nodded. "Yes," she replied. "Yes, I am."

A/N: So sorry for the wait! School has been taking up all of my time :( Please let me know what you think and if you want me to continue.