Catch me, I'm falling. (Lexa/you)

Chapter 40

The sun was setting in the sky, the orange flame burning out as the black silk of night began to creep in slowly from the horizon.

You and Lexa were perched in Lexa's car, lights off, two houses down from Kane's.

And thus, the stakeout had begun.

"This is creepy on so many levels." You complained with a huff. "I cannot believe-"

"This? You're the one who wrote a hate letter." Lexa scoffed incredulously.

"Thanks." You muttered, folding your arms in the seat. "When is he leaving? He's late."

Just as the words left your lips, the front door opened, and Kane stepped out in his dress shirt and pants, slicking his hair in the car mirror as he smirked.

"Ew." You buried your face in Lexa's shoulder. "That's disgusting."

"What?" Lexa peered, eyeing him carefully as he stepped into his car. "Did you see that? Looked like he was talking to someone as he stepped out."

"Yeah, probably my mom on the phone. Telling her how hot she is or some shit-" you cut yourself off.

"It's really not that bad, (Y/n)." Lexa hummed thoughtfully.

"Yeah?" You scoffed. "You aren't the one who woke up to bed creaking noises at two in the morning at your own house."

Lexa's eyes widened and she winced. "Okay." She amended. "That's disgusting."

You grunted your agreement as Kane pulled out of the driveway and sped off, leaving Lexa to slowly roll in front of his house.

"You have the key?" She asked as she jogged around the car, opening the door for you.

You had to bite your lip to hide your smile. "You ever going to stop doing that?"

"When I'm dead." Lexa snorted, shutting the door behind you as you stepped forward, up to the front door.

You sniffed the air disdainfully, frowning. "You smell that? It smells like cheap drugstore cologne. My mom used to have taste."

Lexa rolled her eyes and patted your butt playfully as you approached the door, you stepped forward with the key.

"Okay, in and out." Lexa ordered quietly. "He keeps his papers in his bookbag. He probably dumped it on the couch or the kitchen counter, so just...let's make this quick."

"Someone's a chicken." You smirked, turning the key in the lock.

"No. Someone just doesn't want to lose her scholarship for breaking and entering!" Lexa hissed.

"My hero." You grinned, turning around to steal a kiss from Lexa, who grinned right back.

"Okay..." you pushed the door open. "In, and out." You flicked the lights on, eyes adjusting to the room. Lexa slipped in behind you, shutting the door as you crept in, identifying what appeared to be the kitchen on the right side.

You led the way, passing through with relative ease. "Ew!" You cried, stopping in front of the fridge.

"What?" Lexa cocked her head like a curious puppy, stepping forward to see what the fuss was. "Oh, really, (Y/n)?"

The fridge was lined with pictures of Kane and Abby from various dates- one of which the carnival you and Lexa had been at earlier.

"Maybe I should make him a drawing." You rolled your eyes, turning for the rest of the kitchen. Your eyes caught sight of Kane's bag, haphazardly thrown on the table. "Lex!" You slapped Lexa's arm excitedly, turning forward once more.