Gasp! The first of it's kind. I was being silly and wrote this so don't hate please.
Fuzzy mind.
A fuzzy mind meant two things after a night of drinking, either you woke up without a hangover and usually in the late afternoon; or you work up early with a hangover and in Clarke's case; couldn't remember last night.
The pounding in her head told her that she certainly did drink far too much…And her naked skin on the blankets wrapped around her sent a chill down her spine. A small bit of fire lit in her chest, well more of an angry inferno because, God Damn it someone took advantage of her and she is going to fucking smite the man who touched her.
However, a glance over at her side revealed something much worse….tan skin, slight body, long silky hair that Clarke was sure had been mused by her own pale fingers.
Oh dear god. "I'm dead." Clarke summarized, at least once Bellemy found out. "Octavia," She poked the nude young girl snuggled into her side. "Wake up."
"You're warm though." She grumbled and buried her face into Clarke's shoulders. "But you smell like sex."
"Octavia, wake up! I think WE had sex last night." The girl shot out of bed like Clarke had burned her. Clothes tossed around and pretty soon both were dressed and leaving Clarke's tent.
"Okay, Clarke, this," She waved between them, "never happened right. I mean it didn't mean anything."
"Right, Right." Clarke smiled awkwardly at the girl, "Listen, I am going to the Pod, you go to rations today. We won't have to see each other at all this way." Octavia nodded and scuttled away as Clarke turned around and- "Bellamy!"
"So how was your night?"
"I blacked out drunk." He frowned at her.
"No you didn't, Octavia got stripper drunk, started taking off her clothes when you took her to your tent to sober up."
Clarke raised a brow. "What?"
"Yeah, and then you got your dumbass stung up by some kinda leaches, Raven and I spent most of the night undressing you and burning the suckers off." Bellamy shrugged, "Raven said that it would be easier if you put your clothes on in the morning."
"Wait, I was- Bellamy Blake did you see me naked?" Clarke snarled, because if she did she swore to god she'd-
"No, when we got down to the intimate stuff Raven sent me away and said she would finish checking you." He blushed at her accusations and held his hands up in surrender.
Clarke sighed, so she didn't sleep with Octavia.
Phew!
As Clarke walked away, Raven approached Bellamy.
"So I just told your sister the same bullshit story." She whispered as the two girls reunited and started laughing about a night that was unknown to them, made up by one protective big brother.
"I just want things to settle down before Octavia starts experimenting."
Raven smirked, "Good, because if you are homophobic Imma kick your ass." With this statement, she returned to making bullets.
