A/N: This update took a while, right? I've been bitten by that terrible fanfic author problem of getting a girlfriend. I'm still writing though, but things may take a little longer to post :D

"I just don't see why it's anyone's business what it looks like, they've all seen the damn x-rays. Why does it even matter?"

Before the night had begun, Lexa had made a plan. A good plan. A plan that meant successfully spending the evening with Clarke Griffin and not making a complete fool of herself should have been assured. A plan that would show Clarke just how respectable she could be when she wasn't staring at her breasts.

Then Clarke Griffin went and showed her that damn selfie.

Lexa knew she could have avoided the whole situation. Logically, she knew she could have darted her eyes away and only pretended to have seen the picture. She could have just hummed along with the conversation and let Clarke continue without ever knowing.

Lexa was quickly learning logic didn't come into play all that much when Clarke Griffin was involved.

In the distorted reflection of the elevator doors, Lexa watched Clarke shuffle beside her and pull at the wet material of her dress. Really, she was lucky Clarke had decided to wear black that evening. Other than the noticeable wet patch making the dress cling to her stomach, the juice was almost invisible. Lexa shifted uncomfortably, the elevator was feeling increasingly smaller and she wished it would just hurry up and arrive at her floor.

"You're pretty high up." Clarke commented suddenly.

Lexa swallowed. "Top floor, it has a view of the whole city."

"Balcony?"

"Yes."

Clarke hummed low in her throat. "Well, after spilling your drink over me, you owe me a tour."

The request had Lexa's head snapping to the side. "A tour?"

Blue eyes looked up at her in confusion. "Of your room?"

Lexa's eyes widened. She had no idea how the thought hadn't quite sunk in before. She was taking Clarke to her room. Her hotel room. Her hotel room with a beautifully carved king sized bed in the middle of it.

Taking Clarke up to her room had not been part of her first date plan.

The bell of the elevator dinged abruptly, signalling their arrival at the top floor.

"Of course. I would love to." Lexa answered, praying Clarke hadn't heard the slight shake to her voice.

Silently, Clarke followed her down the corridor and it was only the light swishing of her dress that told Lexa she was even following her at all. Following her. To her room. Lexa was glad Clarke was behind her, because she was sure the expression on her face was a pained one.

Pulling her key card from her clutch, Lexa opened the door. "I apologise for the mess."

"Two dresses on the bed hardly counts as a mess, Lexa." Clarke pointed towards the gently swaying floor length curtains that ran along the far side of the room. "The balcony?"

Lexa had forgotten to close the doors before leaving for the party, her mind preoccupied with the photo of Clarke, Anya had sent to her. "Yes."

Without waiting for her, Clarke pushed through the fluttered curtains and onto the balcony outside.

With Clarke out the room, Lexa quickly checked her make-up. The bruise was barely visible under the layers of carefully applied concealer. It had been the most horrifically embarrassing moment in her adult life, and Lexa couldn't wait for the reminder to finally disappear completely. Satisfied that it was still hidden, Lexa stepped out into the cool night air.

"It's a beautiful view." Clarke commented when Lexa stopped beside her.

Lexa tried her best to keep her eyes trained on the city in front of them and not the indescribably beautiful woman beside her. "Yes."

"Kinda puts everything in perspective." Lexa looked at the blonde curiously, but Clarke didn't look away from the view. "Makes me feel small."

"Well, you're not exactly tall, Clarke."

A snort of laughter came from beside her, and she could see Clarke shaking her head. "I was trying to be serious you know."

"I'm sorry." Clearing her throat, Lexa looked up at the darkness about them. "I prefer being away from the city. You can't see the stars from here."

Clarke hummed before looking up into the inky blackness too. "When I was a kid, my dad used to take me camping in the middle of- well, in the middle of God knows where. He used to teach me about the stars."

It was the second time Clarke had brought her father up that evening. "You were close with your father?"

"Yeah." Clarke sighed heavily. "I like to think we still are."

Lexa knew her own parents loved her, but she would never describe her relationship with them as a close one. Even when she was a child there was always a new nanny or a new teacher who she felt closer to. She was their legacy. The child who was going to carry on the line of their success. They were proud of her, yet, the almost nightly calls and weekly visits had dried up the moment they found out she would never play again. It wasn't her fault, and her parents didn't blame her for becoming injured. It was just that they had nothing to say to each other any more.

"I'm glad you asked me on this date, Lexa."

"Even though I spilt juice over your dress?"

Clarke chuckled lightly before scrapping her hand back through her hair. "Yeah, maybe we could have skipped that part. It was nice to take a break from the party though."

A light breeze blew across them and Lexa caught sight of the way Clarke shivered. "Your dress is still wet." She pointed out. "Let me dry it for you."

Before Lexa could move away from the railing, Clarke's hand reached out to stop her. The touch felt like it was burning the skin of her wrist.

"Lexa." Gulping, Lexa looked into Clarke's heavy lidded blue eyes. "Did you really bring me here to dry my dress?"

Her eyes darted over Clarke's face."Yes."

"And is that really what you want?" Lexa gulped again, her eyes dipping down to Clarke's lips.

"Yes." Her voice cracked around the word and Lexa knew the expression on her face would be giving away her true feelings.

Despite what she knew was an obvious longing on her face, Clarke still retreated her hand from her wrist. Lexa blinked in surprise. "Okay," Clarke smiled at her reassuringly. "Lead the way."

The hair dryer was still where she had left it in the morning and Lexa subtly directed Clarke until she was within reach of it. There was no easy way to do it. No discreet way to dry Clarke's dress without asking her to take it off all together.

Lexa's mouth went dry at the thought. There was colouring outside the lines of her plan, and there was setting her plan on fire completely.

Grimacing, Lexa knelt down in front of Clarke and tried to stop her throat from bobbing too visibly at the position they were in. She was kneeling in front of the woman she had found herself overwhelmingly attracted to, but still, at least she wasn't naked-

Lexa dropped the hair dryer.

Clarke looked down at her questioningly. "You okay down there?"

Picking up the hair dryer once more, Lexa indicated to Clarke's body. "I need to touch you."

A single brow arched in response.

"Your dress." Lexa quickly clarified.

"I kinda figured you would be."

At Clarke's consent, Lexa flicked on the switch. Immediately the warmth of the hair dryer fanned over the front of Clarke's dress, and using her hand, Lexa held the material as straight as she could. It was almost impossible not to think about the toned stomach lying just beneath the thin fabric. Not when she could feel the warmth of it, and most definitely not when she could feel the slight twitching of Clarke's muscles as she moved her palm over them.

The hair dryer was still blowing on the dress, but Lexa couldn't help her attention drifting to the feel of Clarke's body. There was so much power coiled there. The muscles flexed underneath her hand again and Lexa had to make a conscious effort not to drop the hair dryer on the floor again when Clarke hips rolled into the touch. It was as her hand made a pass over her hip that Clarke's hand suddenly came down to cover her own, stilling her movements. Looking up, Lexa spotted the red flush on Clarke's chest and she wondered how much of it was from the heat of the hair dryer, and how much was from the feel of her unconsciously wandering hand.

Smirking, Lexa cocked her head slightly. "Too hot?"

Clarke opened her mouth a couple of times before merely nodding.

"Here." Lexa brushed her hands down the front of Clarke's dress again, humming in her throat at the sight of Clarke's blush growing even deeper. "It's still a little damp."

"Yeah, a little." Clarke replied through almost gritted teeth.

Lexa moved her hand and let her thumb brush over the arch of Clarke's hip again. It was a new situation for Lexa. It was usually her trying to keep her composure together, not Clarke.

Giving Clarke all the time she needed to step away if she wanted, Lexa brought her other hand up to rest on Clarke's hip. It seemed to Lexa that Clarke had made it her mission to fluster her, and now she was going to return the favour. "Sorry for getting you wet."

It didn't have quite the effect she was expecting.

Suddenly Lexa found herself being tugged upright, her feet scrambling for purchase as Clarke's strong arms practically lifted her from the floor. She was glad for the painkillers swimming through her system, because her knee would have given more than the subtle twinge it did without them.

Frantic blue eyes were suddenly right in front of her and Lexa floundered for what to say. She hadn't planned quiet this far ahead yet.

"Hi." Clarke whispered.

Lexa was frozen to the spot completely. This part hadn't been in her original plan. They were meant to kiss at the end of the night. Just once, softly, before Lexa saw Clarke off to her own hotel. This wasn't meant to be happening. Not now, and most definitely not in her hotel room.

The plan was one spark away from being ruined completely.

Lexa couldn't help herself from glancing down at Clarke's lips though. They looked so soft up close. All it would take was for her to lean forwards and capture them with her own.

"So..." Clarke visible swallowed. "You wanna make out?"

If it had been any other time, Lexa might have commented on Clarke's sudden inability to string together a teasing sentence. Right now though, with Clarke's breath brushing over her lips, it was the only confirmation Lexa needed to make her move.

Lexa jolted forwards and practically crashed her lips into Clarke's. It was the complete opposite of the slow and gentle kiss she had wanted to give her at the end of the evening, but Lexa couldn't find it in herself to care. Especially not when Clarke was meeting her kiss with the same ferocity.

Clarke's hands tangled in her hair and a deep groan rumbled from her throat.

It was possibly the best sound Lexa had ever heard.

With renewed confidence, Lexa deepened the kiss and cupped the back of Clarke's head. Slowly, Lexa walked her backwards until she was pressed against the wall. Lexa's nose brushed against Clarke's as she changed the angle of the kiss and she could feel the smile on Clarke's lips as she pressed them together again.

The warmth of Clarke's body and the frantic caress of her lips enough to send Lexa's head spinning in the most pleasant of ways. Clarke's breasts were pressing up against her own, and it was taking everything for her not to trail her hands up Clarke's body to cup them. Through the hazy feeling of Clarke's teeth pulling at her bottom lip, Lexa realised the blonde's hand was travelling up her leg and pulling up the fabric of her dress in the process.

She couldn't control the flinch her whole body gave as the cool night air touched the skin.

Immediately, Clarke pulled away, her concerned blue eyes staring straight at her. "Are you okay?"

"I- Can- My dress-"

Despite her jumbled attempt to explain, Clarke immediately let go of the hem she had been pulling up. "I'm sorry."

Lexa shook her head, there was no way Clarke could have known. Since the accident the only people who had seen the scars that ran over her thigh and knee cap were her doctors and physiotherapists. She never let anyone else see the ugly, jagged tissue that stood out against her once smooth skin.

"It's fine-"

Clarke was already shaking her head. "I should have asked first-"

There was more to Clarke's sentence, probably further apologies, but Lexa didn't need to hear them. Bringing her hand up to pull Clarke back in again, Lexa softly pressed their lips back together. It was slower than before, their lips gently moving in complete synchronicity. It was as Lexa went to deepen the kiss once more that Clarke's hand pressed against her chest, stopping her advance.

"Lexa... I... There's something I need to tell you-"

"You two ready to leave the love cave?" Anya's voice suddenly called through the door. Lexa groaned and settled her head on the wall behind Clarke. There was still a chance Anya would just leave them- "Or each others love caves?"

Sighing in discontent, Lexa pulled her body away from Clarke's before quickly smoothing down her dress. She practically marched towards the door before flinging it open to glare at the other woman. Anya was leaning against the opposite wall, a glass of champagne held casually in her hand.

Lexa hoped her cheeks weren't as flushed as she feared. "Why are you here, Anya?"

Anya shrugged before taking a sip from her glass. "Clarke needs to give her speech in ten minutes." Looking over Lexa's shoulder, Anya waved into the room. "I wasn't sure you had it in you any more Commander. Well done."

Lexa tutted loudly and stepped into Anya's line of vision. "I just spilt my drink on Clarke's dress."

An expression of disbelief appeared on Anya's face. "What?"

"I spilt my drink on Clarke's dress, we were just drying it off." Lexa explained, grimacing at the memory of her earlier foolishness.

"No way-" Without any warning, Anya pushed straight past her and marched into her hotel room. "You- Lexa Commander Woods- are a walking gay disaster. Have you actually seen a pair of tits before?"

"Anya!" Lexa yelped, before quickly shutting the door behind her.

Anya swigged back the last of her drink. "You'll get there stud. You ready, Clarke?"

In her inebriated state, Anya had apparently missed the light rumple to Clarke hair and the slight skew to her dress.

"Yeah, I just need to pee." Clarke scurried into the bathroom, not sparing either of them another look before slamming the door harder than necessary.

"So, was she not ready?" Anya asked.

"Huh?"

"The Finn thing?" Anya commented as she placed her glass on the floor and laid back on Lexa's bed. "She was hung up on it last night."

Lexa froze her hands clutching too tightly around the hair dryer she was about to pack away. Finn Collins. Clarke's former coach and former lover.

Ignoring the way her heart clenched with unease at Finn's name, Lexa stood up and began wrapping the cable of the hair dryer back around its body. "No. We looked at the view from the balcony and I dried her dress."

Anya scoffed. "I thought lesbians were meant to be all about moving quickly. You should be going over baby names at this point."

Rolling her eyes, Lexa pushed Anya's discarded champagne flute back into her hand. "It's only the first date, Anya, and Clarke's bisexual. Now will you-"

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened, revealing a slightly more put together Clarke. "You two ready to go?"

Lexa creased her brow. "Are you okay, Clarke?"

"I'm fine."

If there was anything Lexa had learnt about that statement, it was that it usually meant the complete opposite. She wasn't going to push Clarke on it though, especially not with Anya sat on the bed sadly swirling her empty glass.

Anya didn't share the same sentiment. "That was a terrible lie, Griffin. You really need to work on that." Anya muttered as she rose to her feet again. "Come on love birds, it's speech time."