How would Lexa and Costia react if some hot chick ahem Luna? Hits on Clarke?
That ask about Luna hitting on Clarke was about Popular Lexa Nerd Clarke fic
I think I’ve had an ask like this before and I’ve mentioned being reluctant to write anything because of how people react to second person. However, I’ve just been given a full week leave from work (fully-paid) so I’ma do a thing.
Probably not what you meant when you asked for this but...
“Did you hear about your girlfriend?”
The question seems to come out of nowhere and Lexa tenses her jaw, not particularly in the mood to throw Costia across the computer lab when she’s so close to finishing this lesson. Detention isn’t exactly something that scares her; having to explain getting a detention to Clarke is a whole other story though and she breathes deeply in an attempt to stay calm.
“Costia, I’m going to suggest you think about your words before you say them. I know it’s a difficult concept for your tiny brain to understand but thinking before you speak is really important to a functioning society.”
“Yeah, and so is free speech,” Costia dismisses, her long hair drifting around her shoulders as she takes a seat next to Lexa. “Luna Murray is making moves on your girl. From what I’ve seen she’s kind of into it.”
The obsession Costia seems to have with Clarke is unnerving but Lexa ignores it, determined to not get into trouble this week because of one girl and her gaping mouth. Part of her misses Costia sometimes; a small part that longs from the friendship she once had with her at the start of high school. When she was actually relatable.
“Okay. Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you seem to have forgotten, in this desperate attempt at a relationship, that we’re friends Lexa,” she breathes softly and Lexa stops typing to stare at the screen in front of her, annoyance on her face palpable to anyone walking past. “I thought you should know. Your girl might be an utter mistake to humanity but she seems to be a target for anything sapphic. You might want to keep an eye on that.”
“Why? Do you want her or something?” Her jaw clicks at the end of her question but all it seems to do is make Costia chuckle to herself.
The girl puts her hands on the chair arms, lifting herself up, before she pauses and looks down for a long second. “Or something,” she says dryly. By the time Lexa reacts she’s gone.
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Images play in her head all day. Clarke talking to this Luna girl, a girl that Lexa doesn’t particularly know but, it seems, the entire school does. Stories range from her being an heiress to her being a model follow her around all day and Lexa racks her brain trying to work out how she doesn’t know this girl, how she’s managed to pass by her.
“She started last week,” Lincoln provides unhelpfully, the ball in his protein shake making an irritating clicking noise as he shakes it during lunch. “Don’t really know much about her. She’s awesome at art though; her realism sketches are beyond talented.”
Lexa hums and watches the room for a few minutes. One of the downfalls of being so insanely focused on Clarke is that her attention to detail has waned, she doesn’t know her people as well. “What does she look like?”
“Hot.”
“Octavia, chill,” Lincoln laughs but he doesn’t deny that which only annoys Lexa further. “She’s nice. Why are you asking?”
With timing as great as hers, Lexa isn’t surprised that Costia works her way into her line of view at the same time that Lincoln asks. There’s a smirk on her face but for the first time in a while it isn’t directed at Lexa though that doesn’t help her irritation.
“Ah,” Octavia hums at as Lexa turns to look at her she only looks smug. “Jealous Bitch of the West has reared her perma-dyed head then?”
“What?”
“Costia. She’s trying to get under your skin and it’s clearly working,” the girl explains, her words slow like Lexa is an idiot. “We all figured she’d be over you by now but you must be one hell of a lay.”
Green eyes narrow in annoyance but she doesn’t reply because there’s no point really. Clarke has mentioned a few times about Costia being jealous but the conversation never leads anywhere because there’s no point in in; Costia being jealous of their relationship puts zero strain on it so they give it zero attention.
Still.
Lexa can see how easy it is to be a jealous person. Even if she claims she isn’t.
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Clarke looks ridiculous and Lexa is no help at all, amusement coating her features as Clarke waddles from the art building with supplies in either hand. She’d help but there’s a girl next to her holding some of her belongings and Lexa takes a few seconds to scope out the newcomer, eyes taking in full hips and her wide smile.
She’s hot.
Damn it.
“Why did I ever want to be an artist?” Clarke moans as she reaches Lexa, her bottom lip protruding dramatically and Lexa can do nothing but gather the girl into her arms. There’s a wet sensation on her bicep that she just knows is acrylic paint but that disappears as soon as she presses her lips to the crown of Clarke’s head.
“Because you’re a bohemian at heart,” Lexa shrugs, her attention turning to the girl next to her. She already knows who she is but that doesn’t stop her from remaining as close to Clarke as she can, despite the shuffling of the blonde as she works to put her supplies in the car. “I’m Lexa. Clarke’s girlfriend.”
“Luna. It’s good to finally put a face to the numerous texts blowing up Clarke’s phone,” she says with a smile and Lexa almost scowls at the way even her voice is attractive. “You certainly live up to everything she’s said about you.”
She doesn’t know what that means but there’s a cute blush on Clarke’s cheeks that kind of gives her away. “Nothing compared to her,” she shrugs and Luna raises an eyebrow like she doesn’t quite believe her. “Are you ready to go?”
Clarke nods as she links her arm through Lexa’s, a little shiver running through them both at the first real contact all day, and she smiles at Luna. “Will I see you tomorrow?”
“Oh, I hope so,” Luna drawls and a red heat flashes inside of Lexa, surprising her at it’s intensity. She’s never been jealous before, not really. She’s been salty when it’s come to Bellamy and she’s aware of how people look at Clarke sometimes, but she’s never been possessive, and the attitude shocks her enough that she doesn’t get a chance to say goodbye to Luna as she leaves.
It’s not until they’re in the car that they speak again. “I like her,” Clarke tells her softly, hair falling into her eyes as she buckles her seat belt. “She’s nice.”
“She’s into you.”
“So?”
That stops Lexa’s rampage in it’s tracks. A soft little ‘so?’ that completely calms her down almost immediately. “You don’t care? How did you even know?”
“She asked me if I was single,” Clarke shrugs, her tone kissed with amusement. “She didn’t make a song and dance about it unlike someone else that I know.”
“Clarke.”
“I told her I was in a relationship with you. You trust me, don’t you?”
At that, Lexa shrinks. She trusts Clarke more than anyone that’s ever laid a foot on the Earth. But still...
“Lexa, you can’t stop people finding me attractive or wanting to date me. Just like I can’t stop the football team staring at you or Costia constantly tripping over her tongue when you walk by,” she continues and Lexa kind of hates how good Clarke is at this. Freaking debate team champion. “You just have to trust that I’ll make good choices in the friends I choose to hang around with and that I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“Okay but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“Aren’t you the one who constantly states how hot I am?”
Damn logic queen. “I mean, yeah.”
“Baby, I only want you. I can’t believe this is a conversation I have to have with you.”
She’s right. Lexa knows she’s right. But she’s never been in a position before where she can lose something, someone, and it’s scary. She knows girls like Luna--she was a girl like Luna.
“I’m sorry,” she shrugs, her eyes casting down to the wheel. “You make me feel things I’m not totally used to.”
“Don’t say sorry for feeling the things you feel,” Clarke replies easily. “I get jealous too. And scared. Nervous. You make me feel every emotion, isn’t that the point?”
It kind of is, Lexa thinks as their lips meet in a gentle kiss she’s been craving all day.
Desire. Love. Excitement. Nerves.
It overflows her from one small kiss and God she wouldn’t have it any other way. Luna can flirt and smile and come from the Royal Family for all Lexa cares, she’ll never have what she has right now and that’s all she really cares about.