"Fuck," Clarke yelps as her hip connects with the side of the couch.
"You okay there Griff?" Raven questions, raising an eyebrow at the blonde.
"Peachy," blue eyes roll, continuing on her way to the kitchen.
"You sound like you need laid," Raven comments, turning back to the TV.
"Shit!" Clarke squeaks, running into the doorframe.
"Griff? Have you been drinking?"
"Fuck off Reyes, you try being five-hundred pounds all of the sud-FUCK!"
Raven tries to hold it in, but a laugh escapes.
"Are you laughing at me?" Clarke yells from the kitchen.
"Yes, I am," she taunts with a laugh.
"I'm going to fucking kill-Fuck," Clarke runs into the doorframe.
Raven doesn't attempt to contain her cackling as the blonde bumps into the few objects between them with a string of cuss words.
"Now wait a second!" Raven yells, moving to stand on the couch in hopes of escaping the blonde.
"I'm going to-" the doorbell interrupts her threat, Raven jumping off the back of the couch to answer the door.
"Mommy," Raven grins, offering Abby a wink as she rolls her eyes.
"That's just wrong," Clarke growls as Abby walks in.
"Not my fault your mom still has it," she laughs.
"Thank you dear," Abby laughs, walking into the apartment carrying a few bags of food, heading to the kitchen
Clarke rolls her eyes, ignoring Raven's snickers as she follows her mom.
"Fuck," she curses as she hits her hip on the side of a chair.
Abby's motherly instincts take over as soon as she hears a sound of pain from her baby.
"Clarke, darling are you alright?" she questions, ignoring the sound of Raven laughing in the livingroom.
"I'm fine," she groans, her hand pressing on her forming bruise.
"It's hilarious Mama G, she's like a pinball, she hits everything on her way," Raven laughs, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a water.
"I don't fucking understand why," Clarke growls, sitting on the chair and letting Abby take over preparing dinner.
"Baby, you're pregnant. You've got two lives inside of you that are gaining a lot of weight every week. They're pulling your whole center of balance off. The last three months with you I'd walk into everything and couldn't even stand up by myself."
"I didn't realize I wouldn't be able to walk straight," Clarke huffs, crossing her arms like a five year old.
"You know what you can still do though?" Abby questions, pulling a pamphlet out of her bag.
Across the top in cursive letters it reads Thirty Sex Positions For Your Third Trimester.
"Mom!" Clarke groans, face palming.
"Mama G's got it," Raven winks, earning a laugh out of the older woman.
"God you'll kill Lexa if she sees this!" Clarke says, hiding it in the closest drawer.
"I just thought that you'd like to know the safest way to keep being intimate while being safe with the babies," Abby says, going back to chopping vegetables.
"Mom!" Clarke blushes, "You of all people should know that we aren't traditional when it comes to that."
"Well you got pregnant, didn't you? She has to like some type of traditional sex for that to happen."
"No. She was drunk when that happened. We don't do that kind of stuff. Not that I should have to talk to you about any of this," Clarke mumbles, a shade of red.
"I like to be in the loop. We both know how much you enjoy sex. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"True that! You guess seem to be having plenty of sex anyways. At least that's what O said," Raven laughs.
"What?" Abby questions.
"O walked in on Lexa going down on me," Clarke informs.
Abby nods, "it happens. Remember when you walked in on your-"
"Yes." Clarke cuts her off.
Abby chuckles, pulling out a pan and setting it on the stove. They hear the front door open.
"Clarke?" Lexa calls as she walks into the apartment.
"We're in the kitchen baby," Clarke yells back.
"Hello," Lexa greets the guests with a smile, walking to the seated Clarke.
Clarke turns her head towards her lover, offering a smile. Lexa steals a kiss as her hand caresses her stomach, causing Clarke's heart to melt.
"Hey beautiful," Lexa mumbles, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "I'm going to change then I'll be out, okay?"
"Okay baby," Clarke grins, soaking in the love.
"Gag me with a spoon. I can't deal with the love fest. Abby, wanna come make out at the bar?" Raven winks.
"As tempting as that sounds Raven, I've already promised my company to my daughter tonight."
"I can be your daughter and you can be my mommy Mama G, anything you want," Raven teases.
"Get out," Clarke laughs, pushing Raven towards the door.
"Alright," she laughs, "I'll see you guys soon, love ya."
"Love you too," Clarke yells.
"Bye Raven!" Lexa yells from the bedroom.
"Call me later," Abby jokes, earning a cackle from Raven before the door shuts.
XXX
"So Clarke, honey," Abby begins from her spot washing up the dishes.
"Yes mother?" Clarke questions from the bar stool.
"I was wondering if you've decided on how you're going to deliver the twins."
"What do you mean?" Lexa questions, drying the plate handed to her.
"Well Clarke's a first time mother, which is hard enough, but she's having twins. I couldn't even deliver Clarke naturally. I was wondering if you have thought about having a C-section?"
"I don't know Ma. I don't really want the scar to be honest."
"Chicks dig scars," Lexa winks.
Abby laughs, "I mean it's up to you dear, I just want you to realize how it may not be a choice when the time comes."
"I want to try it naturally, unless there's complications, ya know?" Clarke says.
"Alright," Abby nods, handing the last dish to Lexa, right as her pager starts to beep.
"Perfect timing," Lexa chuckles, leaning in as Abby presses a kiss to her cheek.
"That it is," Abby agrees, pressing a kiss to Clarke's forehead.
"Bye Mom, I love you," Clarke says as Abby gathers her purse.
"I love you both, gotta run," she says, rushing to the door.
"Love ya Abby!" Lexa yells, putting up the last dish as the door slams closed.
Clarke sighs, slumping over the counter dramatically. Lexa laughs, rinsing out the sink before walking to be in front of her fiancée.
"How was your day off baby?" Lexa asks, her fingers trailing the inside of Clarke's wrist.
"I found out I can't walk straight anymore. Raven was laughing at me because I bumped into every piece of furniture we have in like five minutes. I love being pregnant, but I wish I could do it with the extra weight. Anyways, how was work?"
"Would be better if you were there with me," Lexa mumbles, carressing Clarke's wrist.
"Boring?"
"No. I just miss you," she trails up Clarke's arm, over the faint scars.
"Are you having a bad day?" Clarke questions, noting how Lexa seems more interested in her scars than usual.
"No. I'm having a good day," Lexa mumbles, leaning down and kissing the scars.
"What do you want to do?" Clarke questions, closing her eyes to enjoy the soft feeling of Lexa's lips against the inside of her arm.
"Can we try that thing again?"
"Really?" Clarke questions, looking at green eyes from confirmation.
"Yeah," Lexa smiles, taking Clarke's hand in hers.
XXX
"Fuck," Lexa moans as Clarke slides her finger into her.
"Just like you do with me?" Clarke questions, pulling her finger and pushing it back in.
"Yeah, just slower. I'm not wet like you are," Lexa groans, her eyes rolling back as Clarke pushes back in.
"Maybe I can fix that?" Clarke mumbles, removing her finger from Lexa and putting it inside herself.
"Jesus," Lexa groans at the sight.
"You can just call me Clarke, baby," she chuckles, removing the finger from herself and entering Lexa again.
"Clarke," Lexa moans.
"You like it, don't you?" Clarke rasps, slowly gaining speed.
Lexa groans, her hips moving on their own.
Clarke grins, enjoying the sounds of pleasure spilling from her lover. Sounds she hasn't heard before. They're quiet, making them that much more precious. Clarke places a hand on the side of Lexa's head, moving to hover over her.
"Sorry!" Clarke yelps as she falls on top of Lexa, having overestimated the strength of her arm to hold her body up in that position.
"I'm so sorry, you were close too, weren't you?" Clarke questions from the nook of Lexa's neck.
"Are you? Crying?" Clarke questions, as Lexa's body is shaking, "Lexa?" she uses both arms to push up to look down at the brunette.
"I fucking love you," Lexa laughs, having attempted to hold in her laughter and failed. Her laugh fills the room with joy.
"Hey! I was trying to be sexy!" Clarke scolds, but Lexa's laughter is contagious.
After a few minutes of laughter it simmers down, ending with Clarke half on top of Lexa.
"Wanna try again?" Clarke whispers in her ear, pressing a kiss to her neck.
"I came already, but yeah."
"Wait, you came?" Clarke questions, looking down at Lexa's womanhood, "I don't see any…"
"I don't cum like that anymore. I cum like you do, like," Lexa takes Clarke's hand in hers, leading down to her center.
"It's wet," Clarke mumbles.
"Like you," Lexa states.
"But that night, it wasn't like this. It was…"
"The more orgasms I have, the less wet it is."
Clarke raises an eyebrow, "so you came before we had sex that night?"
Lexa blushes, "maybe…"
Clarke laughs, "you're such a lesbian! Cumming in your pants before we even did anything," she presses a kiss to Lexa's jawline.
"Like you didn't."
"I did, but your mouth was on the other side of them, so I don't think that counts."
"I could make you."
"Yeah. Yeah you could," Clarke agrees, sliding her hand down to Lexa's entrance.
"Fuck baby," Lexa moans as a finger enters her.
XXX
"Clarke!" Lexa yells from the bathroom.
"What?" Clarke questions, looking towards the bathroom from her spot on the bed.
"What the hell is this?" Lexa questions, coming out of the bathroom and pointing to the left side of her neck, which is covered in different shades of purple, her true skin color only in patches.
"Looks like my thighs after our first time," Clarke shrugs.
"Clarke! I can't go out like this, people will see," Lexa scolds.
"Then don't go out," Clarke grins.
"Clarke, I'm serious!" Lexa sighs, walking over to Clarke, "I look like I got-"
"Some game," Clarke interrupts, grabbing Lexa's hips.
"Clarke," Lexa whines.
"Lexxxaaaaa," Clarke mocks, pulling Lexa close.
"We aren't going to be that couple that spends a whole week having sex and doing nothing else," Lexa sighs.
"Why not," Clarke questions, her body molding to the back of Lexa's.
"It's tacky," Lexa moans as Clarke presses a kiss to the uninjured side of her neck.
"Is it?" Clarke questions, her hand cupping Lexa's breast, over her dress shirt.
"Clarke."
"Okay," Clarke sighs, releasing Lexa, "I've got some concealer that's about your tone."
"Thank you," Lexa grins, following her to the bathroom.
"Here," Clarke hands her the makeup.
"Can you help me?" Lexa questions, looking at the circle in her hands.
"Really?" Clarke questions, "It's just concealer."
"Yeah," Lexa blushes, "I don't know how to do my makeup."
"Wait, really?" Clarke takes the powder foundation from her.
"Yeah. I never got the appeal. I made Anya do mine before I passed, but since I got top surgery, I haven't felt the need." she shrugs.
"At all?"
"Not really."
"If you ever do, I could teach you," Clarke mumbles, already applying the foundation onto Lexa's neck.
"I don't feel the need anymore. You make me feel beautiful."