Barista's Choice
A/N: Hey lovelies. Here is another update for you beautiful people. I am super sorry that this update has taken me so long. I have been trying to adjust to the working world again and it kicked my ass for a bit. But now I am back. I can't promise that I will be able to update every week like I was, but I will try and not take so long next time.
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I hope that this chapter is an enjoyable one. And Randomme103 and I are very excited for the next chapter. We are pretty positive that you guys are going to love it.
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Chapter 9
Lexa hates hangovers. With a passion. Even before Costia got into her accident, she wasn't much of a drinker. The sluggish feeling the morning after a night of drinking was not a feeling that Lexa particularly enjoyed, so she tried to avoid alcohol at all costs.
Seeing Niylah kiss Clarke had completely unraveled the Lexa. She didn't even think twice before she slammed back the jack and coke that Clarke had abandoned on the table when Niylah took Clarke by the hand and pulled her away from the table. The amount of jealousy coursing through her body was almost ridiculous.
She has no claim on Clarke. Sure, she opened up a little bit and told Clarke why she was so afraid to be in a relationship again. She gave her the necklace that Costia gave her and told her that one day she will be ready to try. Clarke said that she was going to wait for Lexa to be ready, but she can't really blame Clarke for not wanting to.
Or at least that is what Lexa thought. Clarke's revelation about breaking things off with Niylah floored Lexa, even in her drunken state. She couldn't even bring herself to feel bad for Niylah because she was way too excited about Clarke saying that she only wanted her.
So waking up in Clarke's bed was not an unwelcome surprise. She even took an extra minute to bury her face into Clarke's pillows, basking in the scent of her friend. It takes her alcohol fuzzy mind some time before she realizes that Clarke is not in bed with her. She was pretty hammered last night, but she is almost positive that Clarke went to sleep with her.
Lifting her sleep heavy head off of the pillow, Lexa curiously glances around the empty dorm room. Raven's bed is still neatly made up, telling Lexa that Clarke definitely spent the night in bed with her.
She doesn't have a chance to panic before the door is being opened quietly. Clarke steps into the room, clad in a very short pair of bicycle shorts and a tight blue tank top. She is holding two paper cups and a plate. She smiles brightly at Lexa when she meets her friend's worried gaze. Clarke kicks the door closed as she walks into the dorm.
"Hey sleepyhead." Clarke's sleep husked voice sends a shiver down Lexa's spine.
"Hey."
"How'd you sleep?" Clarke sits down at the end of her bed. She holds a paper cup out to Lexa in offering. "It's instant coffee, so it's going to taste like shit probably. But it's the only thing that I had. I also make some eggos. I know its crap, but college student in a dorm here."
"Clarke, its fine. I am a college student too, remember?" Lexa moves to sit up in Clarke's bed. She takes a sip of the coffee, grimacing at the slightly bitter taste. "I don't know how you can stand this crap when you work in a café."
"It gets the job done it you chug it. The faster you drink it, the less you have to taste it."
"Well. I need the caffeine so I'm not going to be picky."
"I made you some lukewarm eggo waffles too."
"I love eggos. I pretty much lived off of these things my freshman year here." Lexa grabs a waffle off of the plate. She takes a huge bite of the 'waffle,' chewing the pastry with a sigh. The spongy goodness of the frozen waffle is just what her hungover mind needed. She swallows the waffle before taking another drink of the 'coffee.'
"Hey Clarke."
"Hmmm?" Clarke asks between bites of her waffle.
"Where are my pants?"
Clarke sputters as a piece of waffle gets stuck in her throat. She brings her free hand up so that she can beat on her chest, a rough cough breaking free.
"What?" Clarke croaks out, coughing again to clear her throat.
"Well. I am not wearing pants. I am curious as to why."
"Um. Well. Last night you were pretty hammered. I put you to bed. But I didn't think that you would be comfortable sleeping in jeans. So I took your pants off." Clarke takes a bite of her waffle to combat any more word vomit from escaping her traitor mouth. She can feel a blush spread across her cheeks.
"Oh. Well, thanks for making sure I was comfortable."
"What are friends for?"
"Apparently taking off your pants when you're drunk."
"Stop. I just didn't think that you would be comfortable sleeping in your jeans."
"I'm totally kidding. I would've woken up miserable if I slept in jeans. Thank you for everything last night."
"You're welcome." Clarke finishes the last of her crappy instant coffee, managing to swallow it with only a small grimace. "How much of last night do you remember?"
"I remember everything from last night."
"Oh, okay. That's good."
"Why? Is something bothering you?"
"No. I mean, not really. I just…" Clarke drops her gaze into her lap, her fingers nervously fumbling together.
"What? Clarke, look at me." Lexa sets her coffee cup on the bedside table. She cradles Clarke's chin in her free hand and gently tips her head up so that their eye lock. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"
"Nothing really. I just said a lot of things last night and I don't want to freak you out."
"Clarke. You didn't."
"I didn't?"
"No. Why would you think that?"
"Because I told you that I pretty much only want to be with you. And I know that you aren't ready and you might never be. But I can't help myself around you."
"Clarke." Lexa's slides her hand from Clarke's chin to rest against her cheek. Clarke nuzzles into Lexa's touch with a sigh. "I am not freaking out. At all. As soon as I can make my stupid head catches up with what my heart wants, you will be the first person that I tell."
"God, I'd better be. I will kick your ass if I have to."
"I'd like to see you try."
"Don't test me Lexie. You may be all badass now that you are working out with Lincoln, but I could still take you."
"You think so?"
"Oh. I know so."
"Hmmm…let's see about that."
Lexa lunges forward, tackling Clarke's body onto the top of the bed. Clarke lets out a squeal as her shoulders hit the soft mattress. Lexa's thighs straddle Clarke's hips, pinning her to the bed.
"Lex. What the hell?"
"What? I thought that you could take me, Clarke."
"Hmmm?" Clarke's eyes flit down to Lexa's lips. Lexa does not miss the way Clarke's eyes darken, or the way that her nostrils flare as she openly stares at Lexa's mouth. She wants so badly to close the miniscule amount of distance between them to capture Clarke's lips between hers once again. To be able to feel the Clarke's soft mouth moving against her own. She wants nothing more than to be able to taste the sweetness of Clarke's tongue as it tangles against hers. Lexa leans in slightly, stopping only when Clarke sucks in a deep breath.
"God, I really want to kiss you right now."
Clarke turns her head away from Lexa with a groan. "That's not fair, Lex. Please don't."
"What?" Lexa's brow furrows in confusion.
Clarke brings her hand up to Lexa's face, her fingertips stroking her cheek softly. "I want nothing more than to feel your lips pressed against mine. But, please don't mess with my head, I can't take it. I am so ready to just say fuck it and pour everything that I have into you. But you're not ready, and I told you that I would wait until you are."
"I know that. I just don't know how much longer I want to wait."
"It takes as long as it takes. You can't heal overnight."
"Ugh…"
"I know it sucks, hon. I just want you to know that I won't give up on you. We will get there, together." Clarke pushes her body up into a sitting position. She uses her hand on Lexa's face to guide the brunette towards her. She presses her mouth to Lexa's cheek, her lips lingering on Lexa's face. Lexa inhales deeply through her nose as Clarke's warm lips scorch her skin.
"CLARKE! Oh my god, my eyes!" Lexa's eyes widen as she scrambles to get off of Clarke. She lets out a yelp as she almost tumbles off of the small bed, Clarke's arm sliding around her waist to keep her from falling onto the floor.
Octavia is standing in the doorway of Clarke's dorm with a hand over her eyes. "Is it safe for me to look or am I going to get an eyeful of vagina?"
"Shut up O. Nobody is naked in here."
"Hmmm. Shame." Octavia pulls her hand away from her eyes as she walks completely into the room. "Good morning ladies. Or I guess that I should say afternoon because it is like twelve thirty."
"Ugh. What do you want, O?"
"Well. If you would've answered your phone, I wouldn't have had to barge in on your lady lovin' thing that you two have going on. But since you didn't, I had to come over here instead of spending time with Lincoln."
"What's your point?"
"My point is this." Octavia holds up her phone screen. Clarke lets out a loud squeal that makes Lexa cringe as she jumps off of the bed.
"BELL!" Clarke grabs Octavia's phone, pulling the device close to her face.
"Hey Princess."
"Oh my God! How are you?"
"I'm good. How are you?"
"I'm awesome. Especially now. I haven't talked to you in forever."
"It's a little bit hard to make phone calls when you're out keeping the country safe."
"Shut up Bell. We all know that you're a hero."
"Yeah, yeah, Princess."
"So it's not that I'm not super happy to hear from you Bell, but you never facetime O unless you have big news."
"Okay, you got me Clarke. I called O because I wanted to let you guys know that I am home on leave."
"Oh my god! That's awesome! Are you going to come visit me on campus again?"
"I wish that I could. But I can't."
Clarke juts her bottom lip out in a pout. "Awww, why not Bells? You always come see me when you are on leave."
"Well. That is the other part of my news for you guys. I am coming up there next week, but it's only so that I can pick up O and Lincoln and bring them home for the summer."
"Okay? That's what you normally do, but you usually stay here for a week so that we can hang out."
"I know that Clarke. But I don't have time. I was actually going to ask if you would come home with us."
"Oh, no Bell. I can't go home for the summer."
"Please Clarke."
"I can't afford it. I have to work so that I can save up for next semester."
"Okay. Don't bullshit me Princess. I know that you can afford to take some time off. Plus you know that mom and dad will help you if you ask."
"I can't do that Bell. You know that."
"Okay, I get that. I totally do. But I really need you to come home. Just for a week. That's all that I ask."
"Why?"
"Because I'm getting married. And I need both of my sisters to be there."
"What? You're getting married?"
"Yes."
"Oh my gosh Bell. I didn't even know that you were dating anybody."
"Yeah. It just kind of happened. This girl Echo that is in my unit. She's amazing C. You'll love her."
"Well I'm sure that I will."
"Please tell me that you'll come home."
"I don't know Bell. I don't know if I can be around Abby."
"Clarke. You haven't seen her in three years. Can you just think about it at least?"
"I'll think about it. I can't promise anything."
"That's all that I can ask of you."
"I will think about it."
"Awesome. I miss you Princess."
"I miss you too Bells."
"Now give me back to that crazy sister of mine. I'll see you next week."
"Okay." Clarke hands the phone back to Octavia. She looks between Clarke and Lexa with a smirk, mouthing 'We'll talk later' before turning her attention back to her phone. She leaves Clarke's dorm without another word.
"So…"
Clarke turns to face Lexa, who is still sprawled out on her bed. Lexa's face is questioning, her deep green eyes alight with mirth.
"So, what?"
"So you don't want to go to your friend's wedding because you don't want to face your mom?"
"Yeah."
"That doesn't seem like a very good reason to miss Octavia's brother's wedding."
"Would you really want to go see your mom if she completely cut you off financially? Right at the beginning of your college career. So that you have to work two jobs just to survive."
"Hey." Lexa gets off of the bed, quickly making her way over to her friend. Lexa's hands cup Clarke's cheeks, her fingers wiping away tears that Clarke didn't even know were falling. "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to upset you. It's just not every day that one of your friends gets married. I don't want you to regret not going."
"I know. I just don't know if I can face my mom."
"Why not?" Lexa's hands fall from Clarke's face, coming to rest on her hips. She grips the other girl's waist and pulls her into a tight embrace. Clarke lets out a sigh of relief as she wraps her arms around Lexa's shoulders. Clarke drops her face into the crook of Lexa's neck, a stuttering breath warming her skin. "Why would you not want to go to this wedding and show her just how much being cut off has affected you? Show her that you didn't need her money to get by. That you've done just fine on your own."
"I don't know Lexie." Clarke's muffled reply into Lexa's neck causes her to shiver.
"You should show off. Let Abby see what she is missing without you in her life."
"You're right."
"I know that I am. And if you don't want to go stag, I'll go with you."
"Oh god. I couldn't ask you to do that."
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to go with you."
"I would love to take you to Bellamy's wedding as my date."
"Awesome. I only have two conditions."
"Name them."
"First condition is, I want to take a road trip before we head to San Diego. I haven't had the chance to travel through California since I've been out here and I have always wanted to."
"Okay. I can deal with that. What's you second condition?"
"I won't wear a dress to the wedding."
"Weird but okay. What will you wear?"
"I told you that I always wanted to have a suit. So I think that I'll do that."
Clarke's face presses harder into Lexa's neck to stifle the groan that she can't manage to bite back. The thought of Lexa being dressed in a fitted suit causes arousal to pool in her core. Clarke licks her suddenly dry lips, trying to push back the completely inappropriate thoughts that are currently flooding her mind.
"Yeah. That sounds good." Clarke's voice is huskier than normal, laden with her sudden burst of arousal. Lexa doesn't miss the raspy tone of Clarke's voice, her own arousal becoming extremely evident in that moment.
"Okay." Lexa reluctantly pulls away from Clarke's embrace as she tries to regain her composure. The tiny thread of fear that she is still harboring is the only thing that stops her from throwing caution to the wind when it comes to Clarke. "So. I am in desperate need of a run right now. Would you care to join me?"
"Ugh. I guess so."
"Awesome. Do you maybe have a pair of shorts that I can borrow?"
Clarke glances down at Lexa's very naked legs. She curses inwardly, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her at the sight of Lexa's very defined muscles.
"Are you sure that you don't want to go out running like that?"
Lexa laughs softly at Clarke's words. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Clarke raises her eyebrow, letting out a chuckle, she replies, "I can't say that I would be upset to see you running in your underwear. But, I don't really want to bail you out of jail when you get arrested for indecent exposure, so I guess you can borrow some shorts."
"Sweet. I need to sweat out this hangover."
"Oh…" Clarke's nose scrunches in disgust. "This is going to suck, isn't it?"
"I promise that I'll take it easy on you."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Come on, don't be whiney. You'll be fine."
"Easy my ass." Clarke mutters under her breath. Lexa has been outpacing her for the last half mile of their run. Even in her hungover state, Lexa is an absolute machine when it comes to her stamina. Thinking of Lexa's stamina is not helping Clarke's current state of mind.
Clarke has already been suffering from an almost constant state of arousal since she met Lexa. She has been unable to sate this feeling, and it has not been for a lack of trying.
Running a few steps behind Lexa is complete torture for Clarke. Watching the way that Lexa's muscles constrict with the strain of her run is captivating to Clarke. It is also enough to make her state of arousal soar even higher, becoming almost painful in nature.
Clarke isn't used to having a dry spell. She isn't one to sleep around really, opting for some alone time if the need should arise. But ever since she met Lexa, she has been unable to quell the desire coursing through her body.
After knowing Lexa for almost a month, Clarke has been unsuccessful in her attempts to satisfy her almost wanton craving for her 'friend.' She is feeling incredibly frustrated while running behind Lexa. Openly ogling Lexa in her tight, borrowed running shorts is not helping matters either.
By the time they reach Clarke's favorite park, she is completely overwhelmed with her feelings. The most prominent feeling that is taking over her being right now is anger. She is about two seconds away from losing her mind when Lexa finally stops to take a break. She comes to a stop beside the fountain, hunching her body over to catch her breath. Clarke takes a minute to unabashedly stare at Lexa, drinking in her friend's sweat glistening skin. This only serves to frustrate Clarke even further, causing Clarke to let out a feral growl as she sits down on the cold concrete of the fountain's base.
Lexa straightens her body out, glancing at Clarke with a small smirk on her face.
"Everything okay?" She questions as she lifts her heel to her backside, stretching the slightly aching muscles of her legs. She keeps her leg in place for a few seconds before switching to the other one.
"Fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm fine."
"Clarke…"
"Just leave it, Lexa."
"What's wrong?"
"Seriously, I'm fine." In Clarke's haste to get up, she manages to trip over her own two feet, causing her to fall backwards into the fountain. A loud squeal is the only thing that she manages to squeak out as she lands in the extremely cold water. Lexa runs forward, trying to grab Clarke as she falls. She manages to grasp Clarke's arm, stopping her from slamming her head into the concrete of the fountain, but Clarke still falls into the water.
"Oh my fucking god! COLD!"
Lexa slides her grip to Clarke's elbow, using her newly found strength to hoist her friend out of the cold water. She steadies Clarke before immediately relinquishing her hold on Clarke. Clarke's eyes are screwed shut as she tries to fight off the shivers wracking her body.
"Clarke. Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay. I'm freezing."
"Well. Serves you right for snapping at me."
"What?" Clarke's eyes widen in shock as she looks at Lexa. Lexa has her arms crossed over her chest, a playful smirk gracing her lips. "I didn't snap at you."
"Um, yeah you did. You practically bit my head off."
"Well. It's not my fault that you are…." Clarke feels embarrassment flood her cheeks as her previous thoughts replay in her mind.
"It's not your fault that?"
"Nothing." Clarke mumbles, dropping her head into her hands. Another violent shiver rocks Clarke's body. "You're just really fucking distracting."
"Thank you?" Lexa's eyes look Clarke up and down; mesmerized by the way the wet fabric is clinging to her body. She has to bite back a groan as her gaze roams over the subtle curves of Clarke's hips, green eyes lingering on the soaked fabric straining around her chest.
"Hey. Eyes up here, Woods."
Lexa's eyes snap up to meet Clarke's. Her cheeks heat up in embarrassment at being caught staring at her friend's chest. She expects to see anger reflected in Clarke's blue eyes, but she only looks amused.
"Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. We're even now."
A broken cry breaks the two girls out of their reverie. The sound seems to be coming from inside of the fountain. Lexa moves away from Clarke to seek out the source of the sound. On the opposite side of the fountain is what looks to be a puppy. A very small, wet husky puppy. It's bright blue eyes look up at Lexa with so much sadness that it makes Lexa's eyes well up with tears. It lets out a pathetic whine that absolutely breaks her heart. She immediately pulls the tiny ball of wet fur out of the fountain, clutching the shivering pup against her chest. Clarke's curiosity gets the better of her and she makes her way over to the other side of the fountain. She comes to a complete stop when she takes in the sight before her. Lexa is carefully cradling a tiny puppy against her chest, almost like she is holding a baby. The way that Lexa has the small pup resting against her body makes Clarke's heart double in speed. She is rocking back and forth slightly as she uses her shirt to dry off the dog.
"Whatcha got there, Lexie?"
Lexa looks up from her task to meet Clarke's questioning gaze. The tiny, shivering pup looks up at the sound of Clarke's voice. Its little face is mostly white, with a mask of black covering its bright blue eyes. The mask makes the puppy look like it is wearing war paint. The markings on the dog's face remind Clarke of her dream Lexa's war paint. Her heart immediately skips a beat at the sight of the small puppy in Lexa's arms.
"He was in the fountain."
"I can see that. He is totally soaked."
"Clarke….can we keep him?"
"I don't know. Are you allowed to have pets in your apartment?"
"Probably. Look at his little face Clarke. He's so freaking cute!"
"Will Anya let you bring a dog into the apartment?"
"Well. I don't know. But how could she say no to this little face?" Lexa holds the tiny pup up in the air towards Clarke. Clarke takes the husky into her arms with a small sigh. The dog lets out a small whine before cuddling into her body. The tiny ball of fur is still damp, but he is no longer shivering.
"He is so sweet!" Clarke nuzzles her face into the puppy's side, breathing in the smell of the dog.
"I know." Lexa pulls her phone out of the pocket of her borrowed shorts. "We should take a picture with him and send it to Anya. There is no way in hell that she will say no when she sees how cute he is."
"But I'm all wet from the fountain."
Lexa has to bite her lip to stop the moan from escaping her mouth. The way that Clarke's slightly husky voice says wet makes the seemingly innocent word seem so filthy. Lexa can't stop the jolt of arousal that shoots through her core. She shakes her head from side to side to clear her obviously sex deprived mind. "You look fine. Now quit being a party pooper and take a picture with us."
"Fine."
Clarke moves closer to Lexa, trying to ignore the way that her heart flutters when her shoulder presses against the other girl's. She shifts the puppy in her arms so that he is pressed between her and Lexa's sweaty bodies. Lexa rests her head against Clarke's, lifting her phone up to line their faces up in the shot. The two women smile as Lexa quickly snaps the photograph. She angles her phone towards Clarke, awaiting her friend's approval. Clarke barely glances at the picture before nodding, too enthralled with the small bundle of fur encased in her arms. Lexa pulls up Anya's number in her contacts, attaching the photo in a message to her best friend.
Heda Leksa: (01:30 p.m.) Found a little treasure at the park with Clarke. Can we keep him?
Onya Kom Trikru: (01:30 p.m.) Nou na kom au, Heda. (Cannot happen, Commander.)
Heda Leksa: (01:30 p.m.) Haukom na, Onya? Ai op gon ha presh em ste. (Why not, Anya? Look at how precious he is.)
Onya Kom Trikru: (01:30 p.m.) Du yu vout in yu taim? (Do you think you have time?)
Heda Leksa: (01:31 p.m.) Sha, Onya. Beja. (Yes, Anya. Please.)
Onya Kom Trikru: (01:31 p.m.) Ait. (Alright.)
Heda Leksa: (01:31 p.m.) SHA! Mochof, Onya. Ai hod yu in sis. (YES! Thank you, Anya. I love you sis.)
Onya Kom Trikru: (01:32 p.m.) Shof op, Leksa. Ai hod yu in seintaim, joka. Kom op hou (Shut up, Lexa. I love you too, fucker. Come home.)
"Do you mind if I put this on my Instagram?" Lexa questions, looking up from her phone to meet Clarke's gaze.
"I guess not."
"Sweet." Lexa uploads the photo to her Instagram account with the caption:
-Found this tiny ball of fluff swimming in a fountain. I think that princessgriffers and I should name him Fish.-#workoutshenanigans #runningwithmyfavoritebarista #hessocute
Lexa slips her phone back into her shorts after the photo uploads. She looks up at Clarke, a smile spreading across her lips as she watches Clarke with the puppy. Clarke's bright blue eyes are alight with joy as she holds the now sleeping puppy against her chest.
"You ready to head back to my apartment?"
"Are you going to let me borrow some clothes?"
"Of course. Unless you want to walk around my apartment naked."
"Well. I mean. Raven's my roommate and best friend, so it's not like she hasn't seen me naked before. You've seen the top half…Anya's the only one that hasn't been graced with my naked body, but I'm pretty confident about all of this."
"You should be." Lexa husks, unable to stop her eyes from ogling her friend's body.
"Quit staring, you perv. Let's take our baby home."
"Fish."
"What?"
"I think that we should name him Fish."
"You want to name a puppy Fish?"
"Yes."
Clarke laughs at the determined look on Lexa's face. "Why?"
"I just think that it's appropriate. We found him in the fountain after all."
"Makes sense." Clarke nuzzles her face into the puppy's neck. "You wanna be named Fish, little guy?" The puppy lets out a little whine at being disturbed. "I think he likes the name, Lex."
"I think so too." Lexa feels an almost overwhelming sense of domesticity at the scene in front of her.
"Well Lexie, let's take Fish to his new home."
Falling in love was definitely not something that Anya had ever planned for. She had never really been in love before. She dated when she was younger, but none of her relationships became serious. And she wasn't really keen on putting herself out there after watching her best friend get destroyed by her love.
She was not prepared at all for one Raven Reyes to come storming into her life. Raven waltzed her way into Anya's life and completely tore down every wall that she had placed around her heart.
Anya didn't think that it was possible to fall in love with somebody that she had only known for a month, but sure enough, here she is. Lying in her bed next to her girlfriend, Anya's thoughts are completely consumed by her feelings towards her girlfriend.
"Mmm. I can feel you thinking." Anya shivers as Raven's warm breath washes across the back of her neck. She can feel Raven's lips pressing against her skin, causing goosebumps to erupt across her neck. "What are you thinking about?"
"Hmmm. A super sexy brunette that I know."
"Is that so? Anybody I know?"
"Maybe…"
Anya lets out a small laugh as Raven's fingertips dig softly into the flesh of her very ticklish abdomen. Anya squirms in Raven's arms, turning to lie on her back. Raven immediately moves her body to straddle her girlfriend's hips, pinning her to the bed. Her hands move quickly across the expanse of newly uncovered flesh, fingertips pressing into spots where she knows Anya is extremely ticklish. Anya's body begins to flail against Raven's as squeals escape her lips.
"Rae, stop." Anya's breathless reply only spurs Raven on, her efforts doubling as she relentlessly tickles her girlfriend. The high pitched squeaks that she is letting out as her body squirms are enough to make Raven's heart beat faster.
"Or what? You aren't in the best position to be making demands, my dear." Raven leans down to capture Anya's lips while still running her hands softly up and down her girlfriend's sides. Anya continues to squirm against Raven's ministrations, groaning against her girlfriend's lips. Anya slides her hands underneath Raven's shirt, scraping her nails across her girlfriend's taut stomach. Raven's hands still on Anya's hips as a desperate moan escapes her lips.
"Hmmm. Is that so?" Anya's hands slide up Raven's abdomen, stopping when they reach her heaving chest. Anya cups her girlfriend's ample chest, flexing her hands to give an experimental squeeze. "I'm pretty sure that I'm the one in control right now." She runs her fingers over Raven's nipples, pinching the puckered flesh softly.
"I don't think so." Raven grinds her hips down into her girlfriend's, eliciting a moan out of her. Anya's hips lift up to meet Raven's next grind, desperately seeking friction against her girlfriend. "I think that I am in control right now babe."
"Whatever you say." Anya's hands grip the hem of Raven's tank top, tugging at the fabric. "You're wearing too many clothes."
"Let's change that, shall we?" Raven lifts her arms up so that Anya can pull the tank top over her head. Anya tosses the top blindly behind them as her hands immediately find purchase on Raven's hips. Anya tugs at Raven's hips, grinding her girlfriend's center against her own. The wanton moan that escapes Raven's lips is almost enough to send Anya over the edge. The thin fabric of their pajama shorts creating a delicious friction that is almost maddening to Anya.
Raven hooks her fingers into the waistband of Anya's shorts, pulling the fabric down her girlfriend's legs as she moves down her body. Her mouth presses soft kisses and nips on her journey, leaving love bites in her wake. She leaves matching hickeys on the Anya's inner thighs before turning her attention to Anya's core. She doesn't waste any time, running the tip of her tongue through slick folds. Anya lets out a loud moan as one of her hand's tangles into Raven's brunette locks.
"Fuck, Rae!" Anya's hand tightens almost painfully in Raven's hair as she circles her tongue around her clit. Anya's hips cant up to meet Raven's probing tongue. Raven moans against her girlfriend's center, sliding her tongue down to tease Anya's entrance. Anya tugs on Raven's hair, pulling her face firmly against her center. Raven just circles Anya's entrance, mercilessly teasing her girlfriend. "Beja niron.." (Please lover..) Anya moans out, pressing harder against Raven's face. Raven grips her girlfriend's hips, pinning her against the bed. She pulls her face away from Anya's center with a growl. Anya smirks, knowing that even though Raven doesn't understand much trigedasleng, it still manages to drive her crazy when she speaks it.
"Please, what?" Raven questions, moving one of her hands to slide two of her fingers lightly through soaked folds.
"Beja, ai gafen yu. Jos jok ai. Beja hodnes." (Please, I need you. Just fuck me. Please love.) Raven moans, the unknown language on her girlfriend's tongue making her arousal soar to an unexpected height. After another whispered 'Beja,' Raven finally takes mercy on Anya, sliding two fingers inside of her. Both women moan simultaneously, Anya at finally being filled, and Raven at the tight muscle enveloping her fingers.
"Jok, Reivon. Beja gyon au snap." (Fuck, Raven. Please go fast.)
Raven can't understand most of what Anya is saying to her, but the husky tone of her girlfriend's voice is enough to tell her that she is doing something right. The way that the trigedasleng is rolling off of her girlfriend's tongue is almost too much for her to handle. She's pretty sure that she has ruined the pair of pajama shorts that she borrowed from Anya, but she is way past caring by now. She speeds up her ministrations, her head dipping back down to take the Anya's clit into her mouth. She flicks her tongue against the bundle of nerves, matching pace with her thrusts.
It doesn't take Raven long to send her girlfriend over the edge, the sensitivity still present from their last bout of lovemaking making the combination of her fingers and tongue too much for Anya to handle. After a few deep thrusts curled towards Anya's front wall, she arches her back off of the bed as her orgasm tears through her body. Raven's name falling from Anya's lips like a chant into the otherwise quiet room. Raven continues to thrust lazily in and out of her girlfriend, helping Anya ride out her orgasm. Raven lets up only when Anya begins to squirm. Anya lets out a sad groan as Raven removes her fingers. She meets her girlfriend's lust blown eyes, reveling in the way that they darken even more as she cleans off her fingers with her mouth. Anya lets out a moan, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle it slightly.
Before Raven knows it, she is being slammed into the mattress by her girlfriend. Anya's lips are insistently pressing against hers, coaxing them open with her tongue. Anya's tongue slides into Raven's mouth, swallowing her groan. When air becomes a necessity, Anya breaks her lips away, kissing down Raven's jaw until her lips meet her girlfriend's neck. She sucks at the pulse point, marking the skin as one of her hands slides down Raven's taut abdomen, seeking out her prize. Raven grasps her wrist as it makes its way under her sleep shorts, stopping her descent. Anya lifts her head up to meet Raven's eyes, her gaze questioning.
"Why'd you stop me?"
"I want you to fuck me."
"What do you think I was trying to do?"
"Not with your fingers."
"Well." Anya leans back down to run her tongue up the shell of Raven's ear, eliciting a moan out of her girlfriend. "Do you want me to use my tongue?"
"God." Raven moans, arching her back to thrust her hips into Anya's, "Yes, but no," she manages to pant out.
"Tell me what you want." She whispers into Raven's ear, biting down sharply on the lobe.
"You know what I want."
"Maybe. But I want to hear you say it."
"I want you to use The Mechanic."
Anya laughs softly, pressing her lips against Raven's cheek. "I thought that you didn't want to name it."
"Shut up. Are you up for it or not?"
"I feel like I should be asking you that question."
"I wouldn't ask you if I didn't want it. Beja, Onya."
Hearing Raven beg her in trigedasleng coaxes a primal growl from Anya's lips. She pins Raven's shoulders against the mattress, dropping her mouth back into the crook of her girlfriend's neck. She bites down harshly on Raven's pulse point and then moves her mouth down her girlfriend's collarbones. Anya leaves love bites on both sides before turning her attention to the ample flesh at her disposal. She brings her hand to the left breast, kneading the flesh between her fingers. She puts her mouth on the other breast, leaving small love bites until she reaches the nipple. She sucks the puckered flesh into her mouth, rolling the sensitive flesh softly between her lips. Raven moans loudly, pressing her chest harder against her girlfriend's mouth.
"Fuck! Baby, please."
Anya pulls away from Raven's chest with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She leans back up to capture her girlfriend's lips in a passionate kiss, laying herself bare as she tries to express all of her feelings against Raven's mouth. When they break apart, completely breathless, Raven rests her forehead against Anya.
"Don't move."
Anya slides off of her girlfriend, leaning over the edge of the bed to grasp the black box underneath. She sits at the edge of the bed, opening the box to pull out the contents. Anya sets the boy shorts and silicone toy on the bed before putting the box back on the ground.
Raven is pretty sure that she has never been as turned on as she is right now. Watching Anya stand up from the bed to pull on the boy shorts makes a fresh wave of arousal flow through her. The fire in her girlfriend's eyes is almost too much for her to bear. Raven pulls her ruined shorts down her legs and tosses them off of the bed as Anya pulls her shirt off.
She watches in fascination while Anya slips the silicone toy through the hole in the briefs. Raven bites her bottom lip to stifle her moan, the sight of her girlfriend's new appendage making her clench her thighs together. Anya crawls back between Raven's legs, gripping the brunette's hips to settle herself. Raven can feel the silicone resting against her center. She lifts her hips up to slide against toy, moaning at the friction against her clit. She looks up to meet Anya's deep brown gaze and she isn't able to hold back her groan as her girlfriend looks at her with pure adoration. She can feel the prickling of tears in the corners of her eyes, her body suddenly overcome with the emotion of the moment.
Anya leans her face down to meet her girlfriend's, kissing Raven softly. One of her hands curls against the side of Raven's neck, fusing their mouths together. Her free hand grips the toy, sliding the dildo through soaked folds, eliciting a moan from the younger girl. She gathers up some of Raven's arousal and spreads it across the expanse of the toy.
Anya breaks the kiss, whispering breathlessly against Raven's lips. "Are you ready, baby?"
Raven nods softly against Anya's forehead, unable to form a coherent sentence. She gasps loudly against Anya's lips as she slowly slides the toy inside of her entrance. Anya inserts the dildo slowly, sliding it in inch by inch. She stops when she reaches the hilt, allowing Raven to adjust to the delicious stretch.
"Babe." Raven whines, bringing her hands up to grip her girlfriend's sides. The action brings their hips impossibly close together, making them both moan at the friction. "Please, move."
Anya grabs Raven's hands, interlocking their fingers as she brings them over the brunette's head. She dips her head down to kiss Raven softly as she sets a slow pace with her hips. Her thrusts are shallow, eliciting small gasps from her girlfriend's lips. She slides one of her hands out of Raven's grip, bringing it to rest against the side of her girlfriend's neck. Her breath catches in her throat when she meets her girlfriend's gaze. Raven's eyes are swimming with love and adoration, glossy with unshed tears. The look in Raven's dark brown eyes are almost Anya's undoing. She longs to speed up her ministrations, knowing that it won't take much to send her girlfriend over the edge. As much as she wants to send her spiraling into oblivion, the look that Raven is giving her right now makes her hold back.
The realization that she had fallen completely in love with Raven didn't really come as a surprise to Anya. It just came as a fleeting thought while they were cuddling on the couch a week ago, watching something mindless on television. The way that Raven was curled against her chest, sighing softly as Anya twirled a brunette lock around her index finger made her heart beat erratically against her ribcage.
She expected to feel an overwhelming sense of panic at the prospect of being in love. Especially considering her reluctance to try after having to watch as Lexa was completely destroyed by heartbreak. Instead of fear, all she felt was complete, unadulterated joy.
The sense of wonderment in Raven's eyes as she searches Anya's face makes her believe that Raven has finally figured something out. Almost as if she has finally managed to fit the entire puzzle together. Anya knows in that moment that she isn't alone in her feelings. That Raven is just as much in love with her as she is with the brunette.
That very thought is what helps Anya make her decision to draw out her girlfriend's pleasure until she is begging for release. She won't stop until Raven is screaming out her name.
"Fuck Anya!" Raven cries out, wrapping her legs around the Anya's torso. Raven's heels dig into Anya's lower back, pulling their bodies tightly together. "Harder please."
Anya slides her hands down Raven's body, stopping to grip slim hips. She pulls back until only the tip of the toy is still inside of Raven, taking a deep breath before thrusting back into the hilt. They both let out deep moans when she bottoms out.
"Is this what you want Raven?" Anya pulls back and thrusts again, keeping her pace slow and her thrusts deep. "Do you like it when I fuck you like this?"
"God, yes," Raven moans, hips canting to meet Anya's thrusts, "Just like that."
Anya continues her maddeningly slow pace, eliciting loud moans and groans out of her girlfriend. Each thrust of her hips presses the base of the toy against her in a delicious way. It doesn't take long for Anya to forget why she was keeping such a slow pace. She has built herself up to her peak quickly and she knows that it won't take much more to send her over the edge. She can tell that Raven is close too, just by looking at her. Raven's eyes screwed shut and a light sheen of sweat is glistening on her body. Her breath is coming out in short gasps and pants, and her hips are rolling against Anya's in an uncontrolled rhythm. She can feel Raven clenching around the toy, making it hard for her to keep up her pace.
"Jok, Reivon. Krei joken os. Ai gaf in yu kom op raun ai." (Fuck, Raven. So fucking good. I want you to come around me.)
Raven is pretty sure that she about five seconds away from losing it. The slow pace that Anya is using as she thrusts into her is maddening enough. But the pace pales in comparison to the look of adoration that Anya is giving her right now. It's almost as if Anya is gazing right into Raven's soul, and it makes her feel like she is the only woman in the world.
She manages to keep her climax at bay, which is a feat in itself considering the agonizingly slow pace that Anya has been keeping.
Raven loses that last thread of control when Anya moves her hand over her mound, her thumb pressing softly against her bundle of nerves. She can't fight back the gasp that she lets out when Anya runs a tight circle over her clit.
"Fuck! Please babe. I'm so close."
"I can tell."
Raven moves her hands from above her head to run them up Anya's abdomen, stopping to rest on her girlfriend's chest. She cups Anya's breasts softly, groaning as Anya moves faster with each squeeze. The haphazard rhythm that Anya is trying to keep lets Raven know that her girlfriend is close.
"Anya, please. Make me come."
"Yu gaf in kom op?" (You want to come?) Anya questions as she slightly speeds up her thrusts. The resounding moan that her girlfriend makes her last thread of control snap. She loses all sense of her original goal, setting a brutal pace at her girlfriend's begging request.
"Fuck! Sha! Keep going! Beja."
Anya growls loudly, bringing her mouth down to her girlfriend's neck. She bites down harshly on the fluttering pulse point as she drives the toy into Raven. Raven moans loudly at the mixture of pleasure and pain, her hands moving to rest on Anya's hips. She scratches at the soft flesh, leaving reddened marks in her wake.
"Kom op gon ai hodness." (Come for me love.)
"Fuck!"
Raven lets out a keening moan as her climax hits; her body going completely rigid underneath Anya after a few rapid thrusts. Anya continues to thrust into Raven, helping her girlfriend through her orgasm. The base of the toy grinding against her clit sends Anya over the edge immediately following Raven, her own low moan leaving her lips. Her hips keep moving as she rides out her own orgasm. She reluctantly pulls the toy out of her girlfriend as soon as she can feel her legs, dropping her exhausted body onto the mattress. Raven lets out a pathetic whine at the loss, turning immediately to lie on her side.
Anya pulls the toy out of the briefs and sets it on the bedside table before turning her body to cuddle up against her girlfriend. Raven lets out a small moan, her body sensitive from her powerful climax. She musters up her last bit of strength, moving her boneless body so that she can face her girlfriend. Anya's eyes are closed tightly, her breath coming out in harsh pants. Her mostly naked body is glistening with sweat. Raven tucks her body into Anya's, burrowing her face into her girlfriend's neck. Anya lets out a soft moan as Raven presses her lips against the soft skin of her girlfriend's neck.
In that moment, with her girlfriend's fingertips running up and down her back, Raven can't hold back anymore. Her heart feels so full that she is afraid that it might actually burst. She knows that this is the perfect moment to finally say the words that she has been wanting to say to Anya for the past week. She musters up her last bit of courage to finally utter those three words.
"I love you."
Anya sucks a deep, shuttering breath in through her nose, her hands stilling on Raven's back. After a minute without a response, Raven feels her nerves set in. She attempts to pull her body away from her girlfriend's, only to be stopped when Anya's arms tighten around her waist. She manages to pull her face out of Anya's neck, meeting her girlfriend's eyes.
Anya's eyes are glistening with tears, a few of them trailing down her cheeks. The look in her girlfriend's eyes quells all of her doubts and she feels her own tears prickling in her eyes. Anya is the first one to close the distance, capturing Raven's lips in a sweet, tear filled kiss. Raven can't tell which one of them is crying, but she's pretty sure that they both are. In this moment, she can't bring herself to care.
Anya pulls away from the kiss, returning her girlfriend's sentiment.
"I love you too."
Raven has little time to react before her lips are being captured once again. She kisses back with equal fervor, pouring all of her feelings into the kiss.
They spend the better part of the morning wrapped up in each other on Anya's bed. Their whispered declarations of love and sweet kisses turn into multiple rounds of love making before they finally decide to leave the room.
After a rather intense shower together, they collapse on the couch. Neither girl has the strength to get up off the couch until sometime around lunch time. They probably would've spent the rest of the day cuddling in the living room, if Raven's stomach hadn't decided that it required sustenance. At the incessant growling, she finally decides to make them something to eat. She untangles her body from her girlfriend's, getting off of the couch with a grunt.
"What do you want to eat babe?" She asks, leaning down to press her lips against Anya's temple.
"Hmm. I really don't care. Whatever you feel like making is fine with me."
"I live in a dorm babe, if you don't give me something specific to make, you are going to be eating pb and j."
"I don't care if we eat uncooked ramen. Just hurry up and come back to me."
"Oh my god," Raven laughs as she makes her way into the kitchen, "You are such a sap."
"Shut up you asshole."
"You love me."
"Yeah, I do."
Raven's heart pounds erratically against her ribcage at Anya's confirmation. She is still in utter disbelief that she managed to get Anya to talk to her. Let alone fall in love with her. It's almost as if she is walking around, trapped in the most glorious dream that her mind could conjure up. All she knows in that moment is that if this is a dream, it's one that she never wants to wake up from.
Anya's attention is locked on her cell phone when Raven comes back into the living room holding a plate with two sandwiches and some chips. She sets the plate down on the table before sitting down next to her girlfriend. The tip of Anya's tongue is hanging out of the side of her mouth in concentration as she taps furiously on her phone screen. Raven has to bite back a laugh at how cute her girlfriend looks while she is trying to concentrate.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Because you're cute."
"I am not. I'm a badass."
"Sure you are babe." Raven laughs as she snuggles into Anya's side. "What are you playing?"
"Tap titans." Anya grumbles as she continues her assault on her phone.
"How do you play it?" Raven questions as she sneaks a glance at the screen. Her brow furrows in confusion as she watches her girlfriend play.
"You tap the screen."
"Is that it?"
"Pretty much. You go through stages and you can upgrade your characters and special powers and stuff."
"That sounds pretty lame."
"Shut up."
Raven laughs lightly, turning her attention away from the game on the screen. She continues to watch Anya concentrate on the game for a few minutes, until her stomach makes another loud grumble. Kissing Anya softly on the cheek, Raven sits up so that she can grab her sandwich. She takes a huge bite of the delicious peanut butter and jelly confection, chewing thoroughly before swallowing it.
"Come on babe, you need to eat."
"But I only have an hour left for this tournament and I am in fourth place."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
Raven rolls her eyes at her girlfriend, reaching over to snatch the phone out of her hands. She puts the device down her shirt, looking over at her girlfriend with a sly grin.
"Eat the damn sandwich or I won't give you your phone back."
Anya raises her eyebrow in disbelief. "Don't think that I won't reach down your shirt and grab that."
"God woman. You are insatiable. Eat your freaking sandwich before I shove it down your throat."
"Don't threaten me with a good time."
"You're ridiculous."
Anya grabs her sandwich off of the plate, locking eyes with Raven before taking a huge bite. She chews a few times, opening her mouth to show off the partially chewed food.
"Is that better, mom?"
"You're disgusting."
Anya laughs heartily at her girlfriend, chewing down her sandwich haphazardly before swallowing it.
The two women eat in comfortable silence, sitting as close together as possible without impeding on the other's space. Raven is almost done with her food when she lets out a loud squeal, causing Anya to jump in fright.
"What the hell, woman! You about gave me a heart attack."
"Sorry. Your phone vibrated down my shirt and it scared the shit out of me."
"Oh. I wonder if it's Lexa. I haven't heard from her all day."
"Maybe she is busy banging Clarke."
"Yeah right. Those two idiots are making me feel sexually frustrated. So if they don't figure their shit out soon, I'm thinking about locking them in a room until they can't take the tension anymore."
"That's probably a good idea."
"We might have to." Anya puts the last bite of her sandwich in her mouth with a small grin. "Can I have my phone now?"
"I guess." Raven pulls the phone out of her top, reluctantly handing it over to her girlfriend.
Anya leans over to peck Raven's lips quickly as she grabs her phone. She unlocks the device, checking her notifications. She opens the unread message from Lexa with a gasp. Lexa is holding a tiny, wet puppy in her arms with a huge smile on her face.
Heda Leksa: (01:30 p.m.) Found a little treasure at the park with Clarke. Can we keep him?
Raven glances over as Anya opens the picture. She lets out a loud scream, grabbing Anya's arm to pull the phone closer to her face.
"Oh my god! Look at that little face."
"Apparently Lexa and Clarke found it at the park."
"He's really fucking cute."
"She wants to bring him home."
"Oh…."
Raven lets go of Anya's arm, clapping her hands together excitedly. Anya can't be positive, but she thinks that Raven might actually be bouncing on the couch in excitement. She turns her attention away from her phone to glance at her girlfriend. Her suspicions are confirmed when she looks over, Raven is practically shaking with anticipation.
"Calm down twitchy."
Onya Kom Trikru: (01:30 p.m.) Nou na kom au, Heda. (Cannot happen, Commander.)
Anya knows that she is eventually going to change her mind. She has never been very good at saying no to her best friend. And with her girlfriend giving her the saddest puppy dog eyes that she has ever seen, she knows that she doesn't stand a chance. That doesn't stop her from trying to stand her ground.
Heda Leksa: (01:30 p.m.) Haukom na, Onya? Ai op gon ha presh em ste. (Why not, Anya? Look at how precious he is.)
She can picture Lexa, texting her with the biggest pout on her face. She chances another glance at her girlfriend, which she quickly realizes was a huge mistake. Raven's dark brown eyes are pleading, begging Anya to just say yes to Lexa. Anya lets out a sign, knowing that she is fighting a losing battle. She may as well concede defeat now.
Onya Kom Trikru: (01:30 p.m.) Du yu vout in yu taim? (Do you think you have time?)
Heda Leksa: (01:31 p.m.) Sha, Onya. Beja. (Yes, Anya. Please.)
Please. Having Lexa text her that one word was the straw the broke the camel's back. She doesn't know if she is just super sappy today because of her and Raven's talk earlier. Or if she just can't stand the thought of disappointing both her best friend and her girlfriend. Either way, she knows that she is completely fucked.
Onya Kom Trikru: (01:31 p.m.) Ait. (Alright.)
Heda Leksa: (01:31 p.m.) SHA! Mochof, Onya. Ai hod yu in sis. (YES! Thank you, Anya. I love you sis.)
Onya Kom Trikru: (01:32 p.m.) Shof op, Leksa. Ai hod yu in seintaim, joka. Kom op hou (Shut up, Lexa. I love you too, fucker. Come home.)
Anya puts her phone down on the living room table with a sigh. She looks over at her girlfriend, who is positively gyrating in place from the amount of excitement coursing through her body.
"So…"
"So what?"
"Is the dog coming home with Lexa and Clarke?"
"Ugh. Yes."
"Oh my god! YASSSS!"
Raven throws her body into her girlfriend's, knocking them back into a laying position on the couch. She aggressively captures her girlfriend's lips in a passionate kiss, slipping her tongue past Anya's lips. Anya lets out a moan into Raven's mouth, kissing her back with equal fervor.
Walking back to Lexa's while wearing wet clothes was not high on Clarke's list of things that she enjoyed. It was especially unpleasant when said clothes were tight to begin with. They've been walking for a few miles now, and Clarke is tired of adjusting the wet fabric that is clinging to various areas of her body. Her patience is being seriously tested, and she is pretty sure that she is on the verge of becoming hypothermic.
By the time they reach Lexa's front door, Clarke can't fight the shivers that are racking her body. She is unbelievably cold and she is pretty sure that her teeth are chattering so hard that they are going to crack. She snuggles Fish tightly against her chest, nuzzling her face into the soft fur of the puppy. Fish lets out a soft whine at being woken up and it sends fuzzy feelings straight to her heart.
When the two women walk into to apartment, they immediately notice their two friends, all but banging each other on the couch. Various items of clothing are strewn across the room and Raven is straddling Anya's hips. As soon as Raven hears the front door close, she stands up quickly with a squeal. She makes her way over towards Clarke, as fast as she possibly can without her brace.
"PUPPY!"
Raven takes Fish out of Clarke's arms, holding his face against hers. She presses kisses all over his face, whispering nonsensical words in his ear.
"So….banging on the couch."
"Lexa…what did we say about that?"
"What do you mean?"
"GEORGE."
"Shut up!"
"Okay. So this dog is so fucking cute. What did you decide to name him?"
"Fish." Clarke replies, moving down the hall towards Lexa's room. "Lexie, I am going grab some dry clothes out of your room."
"Okay."
"Griffin! Hurry up. We have puppy shopping to do."
"Aye aye, Captain." Clarke mock salutes her best friend before disappearing down the hall into Lexa's room.
"So, since you and Clarke are obviously the mothers of this little bundle of joy, does that make me an aunt? Is his name Fish Griffin-Woods? Or Fish Woods-Griffin?"
Lexa turns to face Raven, her eyes wide with terror.
"Really, Raven?"
"What? I mean you guys found him together. And it's only a matter of time before you two realize that you belong together. I mean, you guys aren't doing the whole lesbian couple thing right. You're not supposed to start your family until after you move in together. But then again you aren't supposed to make out with your friends and you guys have done that. So you're kinda going about this in a not so conventional way as it is. When are you guys going to move in together?"
"Rae! Leave her alone!" Clarke comes out of Lexa's bedroom, pulling on a long sleeved grey shirt. Lexa has to choke back a groan at the sight of Clarke in her grey shirt. The fabric is fitted tightly across her body, the buttons at the top undone, revealing her very generous 'assets.' Lexa finds herself transfixed on Clarke's chest, ogling the creamy flesh like a hormonal teenaged boy.
Her lust filled staring is quickly broken when Clarke clears her throat dramatically. Lexa's eyes shoot up the meet Clarke's amused stare. Lexa smile sheepishly at her friend before turning her attention away, a deep red blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Well. As much as I enjoy standing in the middle of this eye fucking contest that you two seem to be locked in, I have puppy supplies to go buy. Let's go Griffin."
"Yes. I'm ready."
"Alright, Griffin-Woods clan, time to depart."
"Raven. I am so going to kick your ass."
"Bring it, Princess."
"Oh my god! We have to get this sweater. It has tiny skulls on it."
"Yes. But do you think that he needs more than one sweater Rae?"
"Well. I mean this one is lighter. More like a fall sweater. Then we have the thicker coat for winter."
"He's a husky though. Isn't he made for cold weather?"
"I mean. I think that they use huskies as sleigh dogs but he's just a baby. He's bound to get cold."
"We live in California. We like never get snow. Why would he need a thick winter coat?"
"Because it's fucking plaid, Clarke! And look at how cute he looks in it."
Clarke looks down at the tiny puppy in the cart. She lets out a sigh of defeat, knowing that Raven is right.
"Fine. We'll get the plaid jacket."
"Yass."
Raven lifts her fist in the air in triumph, tossing the sweater into the cart. The two women make their way through the pet store, picking up a few essential puppy items and even more not so essential items. By the time they make their way to the front of the store, they have picked out three different coats for Fish, two different collars and various bags of treats. After dropping a whopping two hundred dollars on their new family member, they make their way towards Anya's car. Raven pulls out her phone as they stand outside of Anya's car.
"Clarke. We have to put a selfie on Instagram of Fish in his plaid sweater."
"Okay."
The two women stand close together while holding Fish between them. They look towards Raven's outstretched hand, smiling as she takes a picture. Raven uploads with photo to her Instagram account, captioning it accordingly.
- HedaLeksa and princessgriffers are the proud new mommies to Baby Fish Griffin-Woods. As his Aunt, it is my job to spoil him. Just look at him bringing out his inner lesbian with a fabulous plaid coat.-
Raven smiles at the caption before closing the app. She tucks the phone back into her jeans before unlocking the car. The two women pile the items into the car before settling Fish into the backseat.
"So, how are things going with Anya?"
"They are going."
"Seems pretty serious."
"Yeah. I um…maybe told her that I loved her last night."
"WHAT!" Clarke is glad that they are currently at a stop light, because if they weren't, she probably would've rear-ended the car in front of them. She whips her head towards her best friend, her blue eyes wild with shock. "You did what?"
"I told her that I loved her."
"Did you mean it?"
"Yes. Why wouldn't I mean it?"
"I don't know Rae. You guys have only been together for like a month. Isn't it a little too soon for the l word?"
"I mean. Maybe. I don't know. When I look at her, it's just. It's like my heart stops and speeds up at the same time."
"Oh my god. You've turned into such a sap Reyes."
"Shut up or I will punch you in the vag."
"Dude. That's just rude. Why would you want to abuse the lady bits like that?"
"Well. You'd be getting more action than you've been getting."
"Don't be a dick."
"I'm just speaking the truth. When are you and Lexa going to get your heads out of your asses and just bang already? You two are making my ovaries hurt."
"I told her that I would give her time to figure everything out. She's getting there. I just have to be patient."
"How long is that going to be?"
"It takes as long as it takes Rae. She lost a lot. I'm just thankful that she's even trying."
"God. You really like this girl."
"Of course I do. She's amazing."
"I'm glad that you've found somebody. Especially after how things went with Finn."
"I feel the same way, Rae. You deserve to be happy too. And I know that Anya makes you happy. Plus not everything that came around because of Finn was a bad thing. He brought us together."
"That's true. I wouldn't change anything, Griffin."
"I love you too asshole."
Raven chuckles at her best friend. "Just drive the car Princess. Take us home to our girls."
"Yes dear."
-TBC-