"You! You!" the blonde screamed incoherently as she grabbed at Octavia, only to find herself grabbing at empty air. She felt the strong arms wrapped around her waist hauling her back out of Octavia's reach. She ignored the fact that Raven had jumped in front of her mother, pushing her back gently against the wall to protect her from the oncoming fight. She would deal with that later too. As soon as she kicked Octavia's ass.
She let out a yowl as she continued to punch and kick her feet out uselessly in the air as Octavia backed away from her, and Lexa held her in the air out of reach.
"Clarke, stop. Hitting Octavia won't solve this," puffed the brunette as she tried to grab at the blonde's flailing limbs and still pull her back well out of reach of Octavia. She grunted sharply when she felt the blow from a wildly swung elbow. Octavia would pay for this. And so would Raven. Yes, they were both at fault here. Octavia more so. She was going to have a bruise.
"No, but it will make me feel a damn site better!" yelled the blonde as she continued to try to wriggle her way out of Lexa's grasp. She huffed and threw herself at the cage of Lexa's arms, ignoring the grunts from her companion as she landed a couple of elbows in her ribs and stomach. She would feel bad about it later. Right now, she needed to teach Octavia some respect, and then she would teach Raven some respect. She would teach Raven not to fu-fu- do nasty things to her mother! She would teach her at the sharp end of a pointy object. Yes, that was a sound plan and she was looking forward to it.
She tried to throw herself out of Lexa's arms again, and only succeeded in tripping and bringing them both crashing to the floor. Lexa landed heavily on her side, half on the squirming, kicking blonde. She growled and threw herself on top of her back, and grabbed at her thrashing arms.
"Clarke, stop, please. Let's talk about this," pleaded Abby as she stepped out from behind Raven, gently pushing her young lover's arms from around her waist when she tried to stop her.
"It will be ok," she murmured and kissed the mechanic on the cheek. She made her way quickly over to Clarke and squatted down next to her daughter who was cursing under her breath.
"Honey, please. I know this is a shock, but it's ok. Please let me explain. Let's all just take a few deep breathes and try to calm down. Octavia is sorry for what she said." Abby glared meaningfully at Octavia and jerked her head slightly in Clarke's position from where she finally lay still panting on the ground.
"Um, yeah, Clarke. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It was stupid." Octavia gingerly took a couple of steps forward, until she was right in front of the three. She threw a glance at Raven who stood there flexing her hands as if trying to restrain herself from grabbing Abby.
Lexa slowly eased some of her weight off of Clarke once she felt her take a few deep shuddering breathes. She leaned down and kissed a red, sweaty cheek.
"Ok, Clark? Let's do what Abby said. Let's talk about it. And if you are still angry, you can punch Octavia."
"Hey!" protested the brunette. "Why should I get punched? I'm not the one who was bang-I mean, I'm not the one who is…you know what, never mind. You can punch me." She quickly gulped at Lexa's glare.
"Ok. Ok. Let me up. I'm good."
Lexa clambered off the blonde and gently grabbed her hand pulling her to her feet. She positioned herself slightly to the side and in between the three of them. She spared a glance at the mechanic who had remained mostly silent throughout the exchange.
The blonde huffed and refused to meet anyone's eyes for a moment and then looked beyond her mother and arched her eye at Raven.
"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"
Raven flushed slightly and stammered before walking over the four to stand next to Abby, she started to wrap her arm around Abby's waist but thought better of it when Clarke loudly cleared her throat and glared pointedly at Raven's arm. She let it drop to her side.
"Look, Clark. I…I mean we…" she trailed off unsure of how to explain what she felt to her friend. She relaxed slightly when she felt the warmth of Abby's body as she shuffled closer to her.
"I'm in love with your mom!" she gasped out and then quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes slightly wild. She pretended not to hear the gasp next to her.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn! That is awesome, Raven!" cheered Octavia.
Lexa quickly thrust her arms into the space between Clarke and everyone else as she prepared herself for Hurricane Clarke.
"Awesome?! Awesome!?" her voice squeaked out as she looked frantically between her mother and Raven, noting the soft look on Abby's face and Raven's shining eyes as they gazed at each other.
"Awesome? Oh…yuck" muttered the blonde as she threw her hands up in the air at the sight of Abby leaning in to Raven and kissing her gently on the cheek with a huge smile on her face.
"But how did this happen? When did this happen!? Actually, you know what? I don't even want to know. I don't even care, anymore. Just know this," and she jabbed her finger at the both of them, "you'd both better keep it in your pants while I'm around." She hesitated in her tirade, noting how they weren't even paying attention to her anymore, just gazing softly at each other, matching smiles on their faces. It was…sweet. Positively sickeningly sweet. She growled and then sighed.
" A-and you'd better not hurt each other, because I love you both; and I couldn't bear to see you either of you hurt. So just, just be careful. Don't hurt each other," she whispered. "Oh, and Raven? Lock your damn door!"
"Yes, Clarke" they both said in unison as they smiled. Raven quickly grabbed Abby's arm and started to pull her from the room, but stopped when she heard Lexa's voice.
"See, Klark, everything is fine. There was no need to get upset."
Octavia groaned quietly. This was not going to end well. Stupid Heda.
Dead silence. Dead fucking silence. Raven and Abby held their breath waiting for the eruption as Lexa appeared entirely unperturbed and made the mistake of opening her mouth again.
"Sex is nothing to be ashamed of, Klark. It is actually quite common in the Trikru for an elder to take a young, virile warrior as their lover. It keeps the elder young and energetic, and it teaches the young warrior restraint and prowess. Raven is obviously young and virile, and Abby is both beautiful and wise. I'm sure they enjoy sex quite often. It is good for them both. It is good for everyone."
Octavia peeked at the blonde as she unsuccessfully tried to hide behind her hands. It was too quiet. Clarke was barely breathing and she glanced worriedly at Raven and Abby, who just barely shook her head indicating Octavia should just keep her mouth shut. She wisely listened.
"Beautiful? Did you just call my mother beautiful?"
"Yes, is that not the right word?" Lexa's English wasn't always as good as she wished, and she especially had trouble with colorful adverbs. "Hot. Yes, your mother is hot. I believe Octavia used that word once." Lexa smiled, proud of herself for getting the word correct.
"I see. You think my mother is hot. Well, DEAR, I hope the fact that you think my mother is hot comforts you, because you won't be getting laid again any time soon." And with that Clarke turned sharply and stomped out of the room shoving past Abby and Raven.
Raven grimaced and offered Lexa a glance of sympathy before quickly ushering Abby out of the room.
"Ouch. That's gonna hurt, Heda. Good luck with that." And Octavia also slipped from the room leaving a confused Lexa behind her.
Lexa stood there staring blankly at the wall, unsure of what had just happened and why both Raven and Octavia had looked at her with such sympathy. She wasn't entirely sure what "laid" meant, but judging by the looks on their faces, NOT getting laid was a bad thing.
She quickly left the room in search of her blonde companion whom she found in her tent. She strode across the room to stand next to Clarke who was leaning slightly over the table looking at some maps. The blonde didn't even glance at her. She peeled off her arm guards and let one of them fall with a thump on the table, but the blonde never even twitched. The brunette huffed and dropped the other arm guard on the table, putting a little force behind the drop. Still nothing.
"Are you ignoring me now, Klark? Don't you think that is childish?" She tried to muffle her growl of irritation when the blonde still held her silence. She strode past her and to the back room of her tent where her bed was. She threw off her coat and dropped it on the small table in the room, noting a pair of the blonde's underwear lying haphazardly on the floor. Her lips twitched as she remembered when she had taken them off the blonde last night, almost ripping them in her haste. They hadn't finally fallen asleep until just a few hours before dawn too caught up in each other to bother sleeping until their exhausted, sweaty bodies simply collapsed into each other.
She picked up the underwear and held them for a moment, smiling at the feel of the soft cotton. Her smile faded as she glanced out into the outer room noticing that the blonde still had her back to her. She sighed and dropped the underwear on the bed.
She walked back into the outer room and hesitated a moment before walking up behind the Skai Prisa and slipping her arms around her waist. She felt the warm body stiffen slightly against her own, but she ignored it and leaned down ghosting her lips across the side of her neck.
Clarke was tempted to angle her neck to give Lexa better access, but she remembered that she was still pissed at Lexa, so instead she hunched her neck effectively blocking Lexa's access. She felt the arms tighten around her, and she bumped back hard into Lexa's crotch to give her more room and turned in her arms.
She gazed up at the dark green eyes that warmed only for her and did her best to not smile at the beautiful face.
"Leska," she whispered as she trailed a hand up the brunette's face smiling as the eyes fluttered shut and the taller girl pushed gently into her body trying to back her into the table.
"Leska," she coaxed again as she leaned in and brushed her lips across the chin in front of her, sucking lightly on the rounded curve. She smiled into the sweet skin when she felt the other girl's breath hitch.
"Look at me."
Warm green eyes slowly opened and tangled with bright blue. Lexa smiled down at her.
"Mmmmmm…what, Klark?" she asked lazily her mind slowly fogging with the warmth of the body in her arms and the memories of the previous night. She just wanted to rest in the blonde's arms and kiss her and then take her to bed, feel their bare skin slide against each other. She smiled and her eyes drifted closed again as she leaned in and rubbed her nose gently along Clarke's.
"Leska, do you know what a couch is?" she whispered.
It took a moment for the question to register in her addled mind, but then her eyes popped open.
"What? A couch? I do not know of what you speak, Klark."
"Well, darling…" The brunette smiled at the endearment and gazed almost dopily at the blonde again, not entirely listening to her.
"Focus, Leska. A couch is sort of like a half-bed and half-table where people, before the war, used to sit and socialize. We really don't have couches anymore, at least not like they used to. But anyway, couches also served another important function." She pulled back slightly from the brunette and grasped her chin in her hand and gently squeezed to get her attention.
"As I was saying, a couch served another purpose. When a person did something that angered their partner or spouse that person was sent out of their bed and made to sleep on the couch. Alone. Alone, Leska." The blonde pulled away Lexa and smirked at the confused brunette.
"You, Lexa, are going to sleep on the couch tonight. Well, we don't really have a couch, but you are not sleeping in bed with me tonight." And with that the blonde turned and started to walk back towards the small room stripping off her jacket as she went.
"Wait!" the brunette fumbled and tripped as she hastily tried to follow the blonde. She grabbed her gently by the arm, forcing her to stop.
"I don't understand. You are not allowing me to sleep in bed with you? Tonight?"
"Oh you understand perfectly," the blonde cooed sweetly at the brunette. "You are banished from my bed tonight."
"Your bed?!" yelped the brunette as she crossed both arms over her chest and glared at the blonde, "It is my bed with my furs, in my tent!"
"That doesn't matter. You are not sleeping in bed with me tonight. You have to sleep on the couch."
"B-but, there is no couch!" The brunette gestured wildly around the tent, "do you see a couch, Klark?! There is no couch! I do not possess one of these things. Where will I sleep?" growled the brunette as she felt her irritation grow. What had she done to get herself kicked out of her own bed? She wasn't the one who had tried to congratulate Raven. Surely the blonde would see reason?
"Look, Klark. It wasn't me who was doing those things to your mother, banging her, or whatever Octavia said," the brunette ignored the warning growl from the blonde. "Nor did I try to slap palms with Raven, plus this is my bed. You cannot kick Heda out of her own bed. It would make me look weak." She grinned triumphantly at the blonde, pleased with her reasoning.
"Watch me." And with that the blonde glared at her companion and walked into the smaller room and released the straps holding back the leather wall that divided the small room from the bigger room, effectively locking Lexa out.
Lexa stood there, slightly flabbergasted, unsure how this had happened. It had been such a good day too. They had woken up together satiated from the night before. They had hunted and brought back wild boar to feed their clan. They had laughed and played in a nearby stream. They had kissed lazily in the sunlight. It had been such a good day!
She strode over to her throne, throwing herself into it and leaned her head back. She gazed at the stars that she could see through one of the top openings and sighed. How the hell did this happen to her? How did she get banished to this couch thing that she didn't even possess? She glared at the stars silently.
It was obviously all Octavia's fault.
FIN.
Maybe this needs a sequel? Thoughts?
