The young brunette leaned back on the table groaning quietly as she felt her lover's lips skate across her sensitive neck. It felt so good. She hadn't realized that her lover had such a talented tongue until a few weeks ago, and now she couldn't get enough of it. She shuddered slightly as she felt the lips purse against her skin and suck lightly on her pulse-point.
The brunette sat up slightly, grabbing at the woman in front of her, her fingers scrabbling at her belt as she quickly undid it and practically ripped open the other woman's jeans in her excitement. She leaned slightly off the table and in to the warm body in front of her and slid her hand down the front of her jeans and into her underwear, shuddering in her excitement as her fingers found the slickness they were seeking. She stole the groan from her lover's mouth and drank it in letting it fill her senses and flash throughout her body. She felt her lover's arms tighten around her slim waist and felt her lips push hard against her own for a brief second and then kiss down her throat again.
"Mmmmm, more, please" she whispered trying to keep her voice down as she wiggled slightly on the table opening her legs wider and pulling the woman in between them with her other hand. She gripped her hip tighter and brought her legs up around, effectively entrapping the other woman. Not that her lover was complaining, she was right where she wanted to be, between the young brunette's legs.
She shifted again on the table unable to sit still under the onslaught of her lover's warm wet tongue. She stifled another moan, as she slid her fingers along her lover's sex loving the feel of the woman shuddering against her. She could hear people outside, and it had probably been a bad idea to start this in her hut, but when she had seen her lover look at her with that sweet smirk, she just couldn't resist kissing her; and now she was on her table naked from the waist up. She really couldn't find it in herself to care too much.
She jerked hard when she hear the door of her hut bang open and three people stepped through, two of whom were talking animatedly only to fall into a deafening silence at the sight that greeted them.
The two lovers froze, caught in the act, one with her hand down her lover's underwear, and the other with her arms wrapped around her sucking on her neck.
"Holy shit, Raven! Abby! Damn!" crowed Octavia as she laughed at the scene in front of her: Raven sitting half-naked on her table surrounded by a jumble of wires and metal. Abby standing there with her arms wrapped tight around Raven, with her jeans open and the girl's hand trapped down them. She sputtered at the sight of Octavia, and Lexa, and Clarke. Oh God. Clarke. They were dead.
Lexa gazed impassively at the scene in front of her, refusing to acknowledge that she was slightly impressed with Abby. She didn't think the other woman had it in her to pursue the young mechanic, believing that Abby would be too wrapped up in her concern over their age difference. Age difference wasn't something the Trikru particularly cared about. It was hard to care about age, when everyone died young on a violent earth. No, she hadn't thought Abby had it in her, but she obviously did, and Raven had obviously been amenable to being with Abby. Very amenable judging from the scene in front of her.
Clarke stood there in absolute shock, barely seeing her mother and her friend scramble off the table desperately trying to get their clothing back in order. No, she hadn't seen one of her closest friends with her hand down her mother's pants doing something she definitely didn't want to think about. She gritted her teeth, willing herself not to gouge out her own eyes or start screaming incoherently.
Octavia smirked as Abby and Raven scrambled to put their clothing back in order, tripping over each other and knocking items off of the table in their haste.
"Oh my god! I mean! Oh my god!" sputtered the mechanic as she flailed around trying to put her shirt back on as Abby tried desperately to zip up her jeans, finally giving up and just buttoning them, shoving the end of her belt through the loop, ignoring that the hooks weren't lined up correctly.
"Look, Clarke. Lexa. We can explain. I mean I can explain." Abby grabbed at Raven's flailing arms, eyeing her strangely silent daughter out of the corner of her eye. She helped the girl put her arms through the arm holes. The wrong arm holes. Her shirt was on backwards by the time they were done fumbling around, but Abby didn't care. As long as she was clothed. Everyone had already seen too much of her young lover's naked flesh as far as she was concerned.
The blonde threw her hand up in the air ignoring everyone in the room, trying to process what she had seen. She just needed a moment of silence to wrap her head around what she had seen. If she could just concentrate hard enough, she could pretend that she hadn't seen her mother unabashedly sucking on her friend's neck, and instead had just been giving her a perfectly routine health examination. With her tongue.
And then Octavia opened her big mouth.
"Way to go, Raven! Didn't know you had it in you!" laughed Octavia as she threw up her hand to give Raven a high-five. Raven just glared at her, while Abby looked on completely aghast, her mouth dropping open as she looked worriedly back and forth between Raven and her daughter.
That erupted Clarke out of her silence. Hard.
"What the fuck?! What the actual fuck, Octavia? Why are you high-fiving her?! You don't get to high-five her! No! Bad, Octavia! There will be no high-fives, no high-fiving! Ever! We don't high five people WHO ARE…ARE! I mean…she is fu-fu…oh my god, I can't even say it!" moaned the blonde as she turned away and buried her face in her hands, desperately trying to un-see Raven sitting on the metal table with her shirt off and her mother with her arms around Raven's slim waist doing things…unspeakable things to Raven's neck with her mouth.
Her mother, her own mother for crap's sake!
Lexa merely cocked her head, noting the blush of red that was still crawling up Abby and Raven's cheeks. She calmly placed a hand on Clarke's shoulder, hoping to offer her at least some comfort, although she wasn't entirely sure what had the Skai Prisa upset. After all, sex was perfectly normal and something to be celebrated. She and Clarke certainly celebrated a lot. She smirked at the thought.
"Fucking? Banging our moms?" suggested Octavia helpfully. Clarke whirled around all but snarling at Octavia, her eyes gleaming, and a small trace of spittle flying out of her mouth.
"Shut the fuck up, O! How would you like it if I was banging your mom?"
Lexa narrowed her eyes slightly. She wasn't entirely sure what this banging was, but she could hazard a guess; and she did not like the thought of Clarke banging anyone but her. She glared at Octavia and then Raven and Abby, who both looked away guilty. She wasn't entirely sure whose fault this was. She glared at Octavia again who was snickering slightly. Never mind, it was all Octavia's fault.
Octavia finally had the grace to look slightly guilty as she shuffled her feet and then shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry, Clarke, but since my mom is dead, 'cuz you know, she was floated and shit for having me, and Raven's mom is also dead; I guess that just…" and with that her voice trailed off slowly and her eyes widened as she finally took note of the tense lines of Clarke's body and the way she was glaring at Octavia.
"Um…I mean, well…"
"Well what, O?" replied Clarke in a silky voice, as she stepped closer to Octavia, studiously ignoring how close Raven was standing next to her mother, actually in front of her as if to protect her from Clarke. Clarke would deal with them later.
"Say it, O, you were so happy to be giving out high-fives a minute ago, why not now? Why not say what you were going to say? Hmmmmm…?"
Lexa stepped forward quickly, her eyes widened suddenly worried about what Clarke might do to Octavia. She couldn't afford to lose Indra's second, it would make Indra grumpy; and Lexa would prefer not to deal with a grumpy Indra.
"Look, Clarke, it wasn't what it looked like." Raven piped in, feeling guilty at Clarke's display of wrath at Octavia, after all this was really Raven's fault. She should have locked the damn door on her hut. Her eyes narrowed slightly, then again, this situation wouldn't be as bad as it was if Octavia hadn't tried to high-five her. Yes, it was definitely Octavia's fault.
"Shut. Up. I will deal with you later," hissed Clarke. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her mother open her mouth as if to object, and Clarke beat her to it.
"Don't. Don't you dare say a word." Abby wisely chose to shut her mouth, unfortunately Octavia wasn't always one to heed the warnings, and she glared at Clarke.
"Well, O? I'm waiting."
Octavia had never been one to back down from a challenge, and it was a habit she would soon regret as she raised her head and glared at Clarke for a minute longer, and then let the cocky, self-assured smile cross her lips.
"Well, Clarke, guess that means your mom is the only bangable mom around!" smirked Octavia. "Sorry, Abby, no disrespect." Abby nodded, about to reassure Octavia that she understood, when the air was split with a roar and Clarke launched herself at Octavia.