Here is the long awaited sequel for We Looked Like Giants! Thank you for waiting so patiently for me to get this finished. There should be about three parts to this. I'll have the next part up hopefully early next week. As always, reviews make me smile. Thanks for reading!
"You're taking Lexa to meet your mother? Are you insane? Were you dropped on your head as a baby? Did you take hard drugs in high school?"
"Raven…"
"No, I'm serious, Clarke. This is probably the most moronic plan in the history of moronic plans. I'm talking Custer's Last Stand stupid. You're Custer."
"That is a terrible analogy. You are a terrible person."
"I'm just trying to put things in perspective for you." Raven shrugs as if she hasn't just compared Clarke's mother to an angry tribe of Native Americans bent on destroying Clarke and Lexa for invading her lands.
Clarke shakes her head. "Why am I friends with you?"
"Because I am sexy and smart?" Raven waggles her eyebrows suggestively and Clarke scoffs and goes back to stuffing her suitcase with clothes and accessories for her trip.
"You forgot humble."
Raven ignores the jab and flings herself onto Clarke's bed. "Alls I'm saying is that this is bound to end in disaster. You and your mom don't mesh. Adding Lexa into that hot mess is not going to solve any problems. Lexa is not the kind of girl that is going to instantly charm your mom into liking her. Don't get me wrong," Raven adds when Clarke glares at her. "Lexa is very likable. She's just… aloof? She's like a pomegranate. She's really sweet, but it takes a lot of work to see that. A weekend is not long enough for mommy dearest to fall in love with her."
Clarke huffs in frustration, but she knows Raven is right.
"I just- I know things aren't the best between mom and me and that they're never going to be perfect, but she's actually trying now. Yeah, Christmas was still awkward as fuck, but she made an effort to make the house feel like a home for me again." Clarke sighs. "I want her to know that I'm trying, too. Letting her in on my personal life again will be a big step towards repairing our relationship. Also, introducing Lexa to my mom is the next logical step in our relationship."
"Yeah, like you guys didn't go into that mess ass backwards," Raven scoffs.
"Yes, well, at least we knew we were sexually compatible before we started dating," Clarke retorts.
Raven snorts. "Everyone in the neighborhood knows you're sexually compatible. It sounds like you're filming a porno in your room every night."
Clarke blushes and settles on the bed beside her friend. "You've really got to stop teasing Lexa about that. I know she's loud, but she really can't help it."
"I'll stop teasing her when she stops interrupting my REM cycle." Raven pauses, looking at Clarke in contemplation. Clarke is concerned about the words that are going to leave her mouth next. "That's another thing. How are you two going to deal with the sex issue when you're staying at your mother's?"
"Um, well. We're probably not going to be able to do that sort of thing while we're there."
"Damn right, you're not," Raven agrees, rolling over onto her side. "Your girlfriend has an innate inability to have a silent orgasm and your mom's first impression of her does not need to include what she sounds like when you two are knocking boots. Maybe you should just let her take the guest room or something."
"What, no!" Clarke argues. "I don't think I'd be able to sleep without her beside me," she admits, somewhat sheepishly.
"First of all, ew, you two really are disgustingly cute together. Second of all, I don't think you'll be able to resist temptation if you stay in the same room. You're both, like, one step short of being legit sex addicts."
"Is that a challenge, Reyes?"
Raven smirks, her head propped up on her arm. "You bet your sweet ass it is. There's no way you'll last the whole weekend."
"You're on. Twenty bucks says we can go the whole weekend without."
"It's your money, princess. You'd better get your fill in before this weekend or there's no way you'll make it."
Clarke has her hands braced on both of Lexa's bare shoulders, her nails digging into the lightly tanned skin there. Lexa is sitting up on Clarke's bed, her legs stretched out in front of her. Clarke is currently straddling Lexa's lap, her breath escaping her parted lips in quiet, hurried pants as she bounces up and down on the strap-on jutting from the juncture of Lexa's thighs.
"God, baby, I'm so close," Clarke gasps out leaning forward to press her forehead against Lexa's as she rotates her hips against the toy inside her.
Lexa's hands move from rubbing soothingly up and down Clarke's back to tightly gripping her hips to hold her still and starts thrusting up into her. Clarke moans loudly and lets one of her hands that had been tangled in curly locks drift down to the juncture of her own thighs to rub her clit in quick circles until she's shuddering and choking out Lexa's name. Collapsing against her girlfriend, Clarke buries her face in the crook of Lexa's neck, breathing in the mixed scents of mango body wash, sweat, and sex as she tries to calm the pounding of her heart.
Lexa runs her finger through Clarke's hair, soothing down what had been messed up during their lovemaking. "You okay?"
Clarke grunts softly and nods, her nose rubbing against the side of Lexa's neck with the action. "I think I'm going to be walking funny tomorrow."
Lexa presses a kiss to the crown of Clarke's head. "You're the one who wanted it. And you did most of the work. I was just wearing it."
"Hmmm…" Clarke hums into Lexa's neck. "But you're so good at wearing it."
Lexa kisses Clarke on the head again before she gently rolls them over on the bed so she can pull out of her girlfriend. Clarke moans pitifully when the toy moves against her already overstimulated lady parts and burrows into her blankets once Lexa has moved away from the bed to remove the harness. Sleep is creeping up on the edges of Clarke's consciousness when she feels Lexa slide into bed behind her, her chest bare and warm against the skin of Clarke's back.
"Thanks for agreeing to come with me this weekend. My mom is really excited to meet you."
Lexa chuckles and Clarke shivers when it tickles the back of her neck. "Is she really?"
"Well, I think she is. She's surprised as hell that I'm bringing someone home to meet her."
"You haven't taken many of your past significant others home?"
Clarke grins at the possessive arm tightening around her waist and the jealous tone that has found its way into Lexa's voice. "You act like I've dated so many people before you. I think you're overestimating my skills in the art of wooing. And, to answer your question, no. You'll be the first to meet dear old mom."
Lexa nuzzles into her shoulder, nipping at the skin there. "Should I be worried?"
Clarke turns around in her arms and pecks Lexa on the lips before burying her face in her girlfriend's chest. "Nah, just be yourself." She hesitates for a moment. "Be yourself, but nicer."
Lexa snorts in offence, but doesn't protest.
They arrive at Abby's house mid-afternoon on Friday. Lexa swings their overnight duffel over her shoulder and nervously grasps at Clarke's hand as they approach the front door.
"You'll be okay. It'll all be okay," Clarke soothes.
"Are you saying that to me or yourself?"
Clarke smiles sheepishly at her girlfriend. "Maybe a little bit of both?"
Lexa heaves what sounds like a steadying sigh and squeezes Clarke's hand tighter. "You know I'm here for you, right?"
"I know and I love you for it." Bumping her shoulder against Lexa's Clarke turns and leans up and captures her girlfriend's lips in a chaste kiss.
"I love you too, babe."
Placing one more peck against Lexa's lips, Clarke pulls away and faces the door.
"You ready for this?"
"As I'll ever be."
With that, Clarke rings the doorbell.
Abby Griffin only has eyes for Clarke when she answers the door. She makes a noise that sounds like something halfway between a laugh and a sob and envelopes Clarke in a tight hug. Like, Clarke is pretty sure she might suffocate. She can see Lexa shuffling awkwardly out of the corner of her eye and pats her mother on the back a couple times before gently removing herself from the embrace.
"Hi, mom."
Abby just smiles at Clarke with tears glistening in her eyes. "Hi, baby."
Clarke returns the smiles before linking hands with Lexa and drawing her girlfriend closer. "Mom, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Lexa. Lexa, this is my mom."
Lexa shyly extends her hand and Abby takes it with a smile. "It's really nice to meet you, Mrs. Griffin."
"Please, call me Abby," the older woman requests as she accepts the handshake with both hands and smiles warmly at Lexa.
Clarke feels her heart warm at the interaction. She really, really hopes that this is an indication of how the majority of the visit will go.
"Come on in, girls. I just made some cookies if you're hungry."
Lexa and Clarke nod and follow Abby into Clarke's childhood home. Clarke breathes in deeply as soon as she steps over the threshold. Even after her dad passed the house has always smelled the same. The walls are lined with the same pictures of the once happy family, and her dad's Patriots memorabilia still sits in the display case by the fireplace. Lexa squeezes her hand and Clarke is broken from her thoughts. She gives a tight lipped grin to the girl at her side and follows her mother further into the house.
Abby hesitates by the stairs. "I set up your old room and the guest room. I didn't want to assume what the sleeping arrangements would be."
Lexa immediately blushes and looks down at her feet and Clarke can only roll her eyes at how awkward the two women are being.
"We'll share my room, if that's okay with you."
Though Abby purses her lips like she's not altogether happy with that answer, she nods sharply and a forced smile takes over her features. "Of course. You're an adult."
"Mrs. Griffin, if it makes you uncomfortable, I am more than happy to take the guest room."
"Lexa, please call me Abby. I'm not uncomfortable that you two are sharing a bed. You live together, for goodness sakes."
"Mom…" Clarke starts.
"It's fine," Abby reiterates. "You've just grown up so much," she admits, pushing a stray lock of blonde hair behind Clarke's ear. "It's a little difficult for a mother to accept."
Somehow, Clarke and Lexa manage to behave themselves for the majority of their visit. They only cuddle at night, they shower separately, though they are accustomed to sharing, and most of their kisses have been chaste pecks. Clarke is about to lose her mind. She knows it's pathetic that she's going all sex deprived after only three days without, but after having it almost every day for the past several months, she feels like she's reached the end of her rope.
Clarke feels like every move Lexa makes, every word that falls from her lips, is somehow planned to work her up. Yesterday, Lexa had only put on her glasses to read before bed (something she didn't have much of a chance to do at home) and Clarke had almost jumped her bones right then and there. It's just, things are going well with her mother right now. Really, really well. They've spent their time shopping, marathoning movies, and baking. Lexa seems to be enjoying herself and Clarke and Abby literally haven't argued once. Clarke doesn't want to ruin that by doing something stupid like fucking her girlfriend in her childhood bedroom. But, really, Clarke is going crazy.
"Girls, I'm out of olive oil. Do you mind running to the store to grab a bottle for me so I can start on dinner? Get something for dessert while you're there."
Lexa nods and politely accepts the money for the groceries, but the gears in Clarke's mind are turning and she realizes that this will be the first time she has her girlfriend to herself since the weekend started. She must capitalize on this. Fuck the bet with Raven.
They pick up the items easily enough. It's not until they're driving home from the store that Clarke puts her plan into motion. She drives past her mother's street, ignoring Lexa's questioning stare, and pulls into the parking lot of an abandoned auto repair shop, driving behind the building before she shifts the car into park.
"Clarke?" Lexa asks warily, frowning at her girlfriend from the passenger seat.
Not bothering to reply, Clarke unbuckles her seat belt and clambers over the console and into Lexa's lap. Lexa's eyes widen in shock, but her hands come to rest on Clarke's waist nonetheless. Wasting no time, Clarke attaches her lips to Lexa's, swallowing the girl's surprised gasp and replacing it with her tongue. When Lexa finally begins participating in the kiss, Clarke can't stop herself from grinding down hard against Lexa's lap. She knows they don't have much time.
Knowing she's beyond ready at this point, she reaches down between their bodies, pausing only briefly to palm Lexa's heaving breasts, and undoes the button on her own shorts. Lexa thankfully takes the hint and her fingers play with the denim waistband before they slip under and then inside Clarke's probably ruined panties. Clarke's hand darts down to snare Lexa's wrist as soon as those fingers begin sliding through her soaked folds, teasing her entrance.
Burying her face in her girlfriend's neck, Clarke chokes out a plea as her hips jerk against the fingers that aren't quite where she needs them. "God, Lexa, please."
Lexa smirks and presses an open mouthed kiss to the underside of Clarke's jaw before she slides two fingers into her without warning. Yelping, Clarke grips Lexa's shoulders, her nails digging in through the fabric of her t-shirt. Her head snaps back and she moans her approval to the ceiling when Lexa starts thrusting up into Clarke, crooking her fingers so they press against the spot that makes Clarke's eyes cross.
It doesn't take long at all before Clarke is shuddering and arching against Lexa before she collapses against her girlfriend. Lexa pushes mussed blonde locks away from Clarke's face and kisses her forehead with a content hum.
"Want to tell me what that was all about?"
Clarke forces herself to sit up and smirks down at her girlfriend.
"I'll tell you once you've screamed my name."
"Clarke, I don't think this is-" Lexa attempts to protest, but is interrupted by eager fingers beginning to circle her clit. "Oh my god. Oh my- right there!"
Clarke grins at her girlfriend's reaction and slips her free hand under the hem of the other woman's shirt to push her bra out of the way. She pinches an erect nipple roughly before rolling it between her fingers, reveling in the noises it draws from Lexa who is writhing against her. She winces when she feel nails dig into her thighs, but then Lexa is crying out loudly and arching out of her seat.
For a long moment the only sound in the car is the two women trying to catch their breaths. Finally, Lexa lolls her head to gaze up at Clarke with tired eyes.
"Better now?"
Clarke blushes. "Sorry. I was getting a little… restless."
Lexa snorts. "I didn't notice."
Clarke rolls her eyes and buttons her shorts before she climbs back into the driver's seat.
"We'd better get back before my mom starts worrying."
They try their best to make it look like they haven't just snuck away to have sex, but judging by Abby's pursed lips and lack of questions regarding what had taken so long, they fail miserably.
It's after dinner and Lexa's upstairs taking a shower. Clarke and Abby are sitting on the living room sofa, both sipping at their glasses of white wine. (Abby, bless her soul, agreed to let the still barely underage Clarke drink since she wasn't planning on driving until the morning.)
"Clarke, I know things haven't always been the best between us."
Clarke winces. That's the understatement of the century.
"And I know that it's mostly my fault," Abby continues. She sets her wine glass aside and lays a hand on Clarke's knee. "I want to apologize. I never wanted to push you away. I just didn't know how to handle my grief when your father died. You shouldn't have had to go through that alone. I just- I'm so sorry, Clarke."
A few tears escape the corners of Abby's eyes and Clarke can't keep from throwing herself forward into her mother's arms.
"I should've been there for you. I should have realized you were hurting just as much as I was. I am so, so sorry, Clarke. I was selfish."
They hold each other for several long moments before Clarke speaks, her voice thick with tears.
"I forgive you, mom. I love you."
The arms around her tighten and Abby sniffles into her hair. "Thank you, honey. You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that. I love you, too. I'm sorry for not apologizing sooner. If I could go back and change how I treated you, I would. You have to know that."
"I know, mom."
Clarke pulls back and reaches for the tissue box on the side table, offering some to her mother before dabbing at her own eyes. She almost can't believe the conversation she and her mother just had. She had almost given up hope of reconciliation and though she knows they still have a long way to go, this is a huge step in the right direction. When she glances over at Abby, who is still drying her tearstained cheeks, she realizes it is the first time the sight of her doesn't dredge up unpleasant memories.
"So, Lexa, huh?"
Clarke is ripped from her thoughts by her mother's voice and meets her eyes with a blush.
"Yeah. She's really great. Do- do you like her?" It's an odd feeling, being nervous of what her mother thinks after not caring for so long.
Abby smiles sadly. "Oh, honey. You don't need my approval. I don't deserve to give it." But when Clarke continues to stare at her, she sighs. "She's honestly not someone I pictured you dating. She's very sweet, though. And so well spoken and polite. I can tell she's quite taken with you. I'm glad you brought her. I'm so happy that you're letting me into that area of your life."
"I'm really glad you like her. I was nervous about bringing her here."
Abby slumps. "You shouldn't have to worry about bringing someone you love home. I'm sorry I made you feel like you did." She pauses to wipe away a few new tears. "So, you two are pretty serious then."
"She's endgame for me, mom. I've never felt this way about anyone. She could shave off her eyebrows and dye her hair pea soup green and I'd probably still be insanely attracted to her."
Abby chuckles and shakes her head. "I hope it doesn't come to that. But, I'm happy that you're happy. I think she'll make a wonderful daughter-in-law."
Clarke turns pink, but she can't find it in herself to argue.
Saying goodbye to her mother is unexpectedly hard for Clarke. They spend at least five minutes hugging and crying in the living room while Lexa awkwardly plays on her phone, trying not to eavesdrop. To Clarke's surprise, her mom then wraps Lexa up in a hug almost as tight.
"You two come back and visit me soon, okay?" Abby says as soon as she releases Clarke's shocked girlfriend.
"We will. It really was wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Griffin." Lexa answers politely.
Abby rolls her eyes with a smile. "How many times am I going to have to tell you to call me Abby? Now get on the road so you can avoid traffic."
They both wave goodbye to Abby as Clarke backs out of the driveway.
"Thank you for coming with me."
Lexa smiles and brings their now joined hands to her mouth to kiss Clarke's knuckles. "It's really not a big deal. I'm glad you worked things out with your mom. She seems really nice."
"She liked you."
Lexa's smile widens and Clarke thinks it's one of the cutest things she's ever seen.
"I'm glad." The smile slides off her face. "I wish you could meet my parents."
Clarke rubs her thumb over the back of her girlfriend's hand. "I do, too. I really do."
She can't think of anything more to say so she just tightens her hold on Lexa's hand and they drive on in silence.
"So how about our little bet, Griffin?" Raven asks as soon as Clarke opens the front door.
Knowing there's no use in lying, Clarke rolls her eyes and begins rummaging in her purse for her wallet.
"Ha! I knew it!" Raven crows with a fist pump.
Lexa enters the house with their bag at the same time Octavia comes in from the kitchen.
"Knew what?" Octavia asks as she sits down on the arm chair.
Raven sniggers. "I bet Clarke that she and Lexa couldn't keep their hands off each other the entire time they were at her mom's house."
Lexa slaps Clarke's arm. "You bet on our sex life?!"
"Lexa!" Octavia cries when Clarke hands a wrinkled twenty dollar bill to Raven. "You had sex in her mom's house? On a scale of one to ten, how badly is that poor woman traumatized?"
"But, we didn't-" Lexa tries.
"The real question," Raven interrupts, "is did Abby call the police because she thought Lexa was being murdered? Please tell me she called the police."
There's a thump as Lexa bangs the back of her head against the door in frustration. Clarke can almost see her counting to 100 in her head.
"I'm not that loud!"
"Yeah, and I'm not engaged to the most handsome man at Polis. But for real, what did Mrs. G say?"
"Nothing," Clarke answers. "We did it in my car on the way back from the store."
"Clarke!" Lexa's cheeks are red from embarrassment.
"What? It's better than what they were assuming."
Raven shrugs. "Don't care how it happened. It's still the easiest twenty dollars I ever made."
"You guys are idiots." Octavia rises from the chair and heads for her room, shouting a "But I'm glad you're back," over her shoulder.
Lexa presses a kiss to Clarke's temple. "I'm going to unpack our stuff," she announces to her roommates before leaning in close to her girlfriend. "Don't keep me waiting too long."
Shivers travel up and down Clarke's spine as she watches Lexa leave the room. Or rather, she watches Lexa's ass leave the room.
"You two are pathetic."
Clarke's gaze snaps from the empty doorway to glare at Raven. "Don't be jealous just because you're not getting any right now."
Raven scoffs. "I'd be getting plenty if Bellamy hadn't decided to intern in the city for the summer. Being committed to someone sucks. I don't know how O's done it for so long."
"Are you saying you wish you weren't Bell's girlfriend officially?" Clarke asks with raised eyebrows.
"No, it's not that. I lo- like him. Really like him. I'm just not used to it yet, I guess. I'm happy. I promise." She shakes her head. "But enough about me. How did things go with your mom? Was it the bloodbath I imagined?"
"Actually, no." Raven hums in surprise and Clarke nods. "I know. I was prepared for the worst, too, but we talked about it and it was actually a really nice visit. And she really liked Lexa."
"No shit? So, everything's cool now?"
"I mean, not completely. But it'll get there."
Raven pats Clarke on the shoulder with a grin. "Awesome. I mean it. I'm happy for you. Been a long time coming, hasn't it?"
Clarke smiles and wraps her friend up in a hug. "Thanks, Raven. You and O have always been here for me."
Raven returns the hug and steps back with a smirk gracing her features. "Who else is supposed to keep you out of trouble? Now, go bang your girlfriend and, for the love of god, please try to tire her out before bedtime."
"Ew! I heard that!" They hear from Octavia's room and Clarke can't help but laugh.
Her life really couldn't get any better right now.