I just...I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. First part is almost smut. I have no life.
I need a love life. DX This is what happens when I'm forever alone hehe...
Anyways, Christa is a little OOC since she's less of a secretive bitch. Don't get me wrong, I feel bad for her, but she seemed cold to Clem after Omid died and I was like, "You give that hate-look to my baby again, bitch, you're gonna regret it."
Sorry for the late update. Just finished binge-watching Orange Is the New Black and recovering from the feels train.
Anyways, I don't own The Walking Dead game. If I did, Carley and Lilly would be a thing. I'd make it work somehow, I just would.
Lilly ripped at the buttons of Carley's shirt, straddling her girlfriends hips.
"Lil! You can take it off, not destroy it," Carley grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head, leaving her in just a black sports bra. The newly exposed skin was covered in goosebumps where Lilly trailed her pointer finger across Carley's tanned stomach.
"Borrowing my bras without asking, are you?" Lilly observed, then leaned down so she was nose-to-nose with the woman underneath her, her glare both mock-angry and incredibly sexy.
Carley blushed and fidgeted, before Lilly crashed her lips into hers. Despite how silky soft Lilly's lips were, the kiss itself was rough and passionate. Demanding, even.
Carley returned it with just as much enthusiasm. Her hands blindly made a dash for Lilly's tank-top, grasping desperately for the cloth that was separating her from Lilly's bare skin.
Lilly caught Carley's wrist, gripping hard enough to leave bruises. Not that Carley was complaining.
"I decide when I take off my shirt," she growled, then placed several kisses on Carley's jawline. After a few moments, Lilly yanked off her own shirt, having decided she had been teasing long enough. She then returned to the task at hand, Carley gripping at her hair and whimpering.
They didn't notice the door open.
"I knew it!" came a voice from the doorway.
Both Carley and Lilly's heads shot up from their spot on the couch, faces flushed.
A woman stood at the door with a smirk on her face.
"Christa?! What the hell are you doing here?" Carley exclaimed, mortified, as Lilly crawled off her. They both frantically threw their shirts onto their bodies. Though they were now fully clothed, both also wore expressions of terror, or in Lilly's case, contempt.
Christa strolled into the room like she owned it, "I found out about your promotion, so I came to say hi," she then glanced backwards, "Omid, Lee, and Molly are here too. Not sure what's taking them so long."
Carley just shook her head, still quite embarrassed, "I shouldn't have given you a copy of my room key," she muttered under her breath.
Christa just smiled, "Well, you did. Deal. Anyways, whose your friend?" she asked with a grin, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"I'm Lilly," Lilly introduced, less than warmly, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Nice to meet you," Christa chided, and then heard footsteps from the hall, "Oh! They're here!"
She turned around right as three people - a blonde woman with chin-length hair held by pins and an orange jacket, a wide-eyed man with a crooked grin, and a man wearing a plaid shirt an jeans - entered the room, each with broad smiles.
"Hey!" the man in plaid greeted, giving Carley a bone-crushing hug. He had to bend down slightly to be at her height.
"Hey, Lee," Carley greeted after he had let her go and oxygen was able to make its way back into her lungs.
The blonde gave a slight nod and a grin as she entered the room.
The other man with wide eyes wrapped his arms around Christa's side, and then chuckled, "Long time, no see, Carls!"
Carley sighed and pressed her palm to her forehead, "Omid, I told you not to call me that. I hate it."
Lilly would remember this.
Embarrassing nickname to retaliate with; check.
"So, uh, who is this?" Lee finally asked what everyone was wondering (except for Christa, of course), smiling at Lilly.
"This is Lilly," Carley introduced, then a bit more quietly and tentatively added, "My girlfriend," she bit her lip gently.
There was a moment before Molly strode towards Omid, lifting her hand with her palms up. She laughed as she curled her fingers at him, "I believe you owe me something? Something called twenty bucks?"
Omid sighed and dug into his pocket, "Dammit," he said as he pulled a crisp bill out of his wallet and shoved it into Molly's outstretched hand.
"Woah, woah. You guys were taking bets on my personal life?" Carley observed, drawing her eyebrows together very slightly so she looked troubled.
"It was pretty obvious to everyone, Carley," Molly smirked, "Well, except for you and Omid."
Omid shrugged, "As Lee's wingman, I had to keep hoping that he'd end up with you," cue an amused smirk, "But this is much, much hotter."
Christa sent him a glare, which made him sputter.
"Not nearly as hot as you, of course," he managed, laughing nervously. Christa smiled, victorious.
"Anything else new that you haven't told me about?" she asked, grinning as she folded her arms with a completely unconvincing stern look in her eyes.
Carley thought for a second before she clicked her tongue, thumb under her chin, "Just a second," she said before disappearing into her and Lilly's shared bedroom.
Christa wasted no time with her interrogation.
"How'd you meet her? Who made the first move? Were you her first? Woman, I mean," she blurted out, a surprisingly fast speaker, towards Lilly.
Lilly's eyes widened before she recovered, shooting back answers, "At a bar, me, and yes, as far as she's told me."
Christa grinned, "You know, I like you. Carley made a good choice for once," she then squinted, mulling something over, "How long have you two been dating?" she asked carefully.
"We've been dating almost eight months now."
Lee, who had been quiet for the last bit since Christa wouldn't pause to take a breath, smiled warmly, "That's great! She seems really happy."
It was then that Carley entered the room, puppy in hand. Lilly had put him in his kennel so that they could be alone for a bit, but apparently company had a way of finding them.
"This is our dog. Call him whatever you want, but if you name him some battle from the 1700's," she sent a meaningful look at Omid and Lee, "So help me, you will never get to see him again."
Lee chuckled, "Too late," he took the animal gently from Carley's arms, "Isn't that right, Oriskany? Or Trenton, or Ticonderoga, or-"
"Even though there was a battle fought there, Ticonderoga was a fort, not a battle."
Lee looked at Lilly in surprise, "Looks like you bagged yourself a history buff!" he chuckled, giving a crooked smile that was meant to tease in Carley's direction.
Lilly fidgeted, "I'm not an expert, I just have a good memory," she insisted modestly (for once).
Carley raised a skeptical eyebrow at her, "If you have a good memory, why do you always forget to put the milk back in the fridge?"
Lilly pursed her lips, "Touché," she laughed, sitting herself down on the couch and crossing her legs on the table.
Christa had pulled out her phone a little while ago, which explained her silence, but after checking it she whispered something in Omid's ear urgently.
His wide eyes got wider, nervous and slightly excited, "Are you sure?"
Christa smiled shyly and nodded. Nobody else in the room noticed this conversation except for Lilly since Carley, Molly and Lee were chatting about something that Lilly hadn't caught. It was all background noise to her; she had always been good at focusing in on certain things at one time.
Which also may or may not help her blackmail some of her more rude co-workers that have some not-so-secret personal life stuff that would ruin them if it ever got out, but that's not relevant.
"We've got to go, guys," Christa announced as Omid squeezed her hand affectionately in his. They turned around and Omid gave a small, comical wave with his free hand and gave an expression that read, clearly, as 'haha suckers'. The door closed dully behind them.
Molly laughed, "Finally, they're gone! I swear they've morphed into one body," she made a fake vomit sound, "Gushy couples annoy me."
She looked at Carley and Lilly, who were on the couch with Lilly's arm wrapped around her girlfriend's shoulders, "No offence," Molly said, but she was barely containing a chuckle.
Lilly scoffed, "Gushy? Fuck no."
Lee smiled at them, but sent a look at Molly, "Says the single girl."
Molly glared, "Happily single, you best remember Lee. Don't think I forgot what happened on my birthday."
Lee blushed and was immediately silenced. Carley perked up at this, interested. Lilly could almost hear the curiosity turning in her head like cogs.
"What happened? I haven't been able to keep up with you people lately," Carley asked, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and both hands on the sides of her face, giving her an intense stance to match the way she was looking at Molly.
She was after information, like the good journalist she was.
"Nothing, just a drunk mistake," Molly shrugged it off like it was nothing.
Carley continued, demanding more information with her eyes alone.
Molly sighed in defeat, "He kissed me, stuff happened, no biggie," she responded calmly.
Carley's smirk was so patient and smug that it was almost infuriating.
Molly snorted, "That's all I'm giving you, nosy," she checked her watch, squinting, "Shit. I've gotta get home. Plus, I'm sure you two have some...things...to do when me and Lee leave," she winked as she stood up. She tugged on Lee's sleeve, "Come on, tough guy."
Lee followed as Molly pulled open the door, "Bye, guys. Have fun," Molly chided as she left the room and walked into the hallway. Lee grinned, "See you later," he said as he followed the blonde, closing the door behind him.
Lilly paused a few moments and watched as Carley stared after the door before she smiled deviously, "...so, Carls?"
Carley looked at her, realization dawning on her that Lilly knew the nickname that she despised with a passion.
"Shit."
Molly's reaction though. XD Omid's up twenty bucks, and Lee got lucky with Molly-
Molly: No he didn't.
Me: Sure, sure.
Anyways, lots of drama. XD Not.
