Barista's Choice
A/N: Chapter update time! Yay! This is the chapter that I have been waiting to bring to you guys for what feels like forever. Just ask the Beta. I've been talking this chapter up for at least two months now, so I am sure that she is tired of hearing about it. Well today, she can be happy because it has finally come to fruition and is complete. Now that I have talked you guys up, I will deliver the bad news. Except I don't really think that it is bad news.
I have been sitting on an idea for a Pitch Perfect story for as long as I've talked about this chapter. I have been so distracted by the urge to write this story, which means that updates have been taking me longer than I would like. I made myself a deal, when I completed this chapter, I would allow myself the time to post the first chapter of my new Pitch Perfect fic. So for the rest of this week, I will be working on that. Now, this is my main fic, so I will not abandon it. But I am going to try and spilt updates between the two. If I start to take too long, please be patient with me, I am really excited for this new fic.
So anyways, I am done ranting now. Read on and enjoy! Feel free to let me know what you think about this chapter by commenting or coming over to yell at me on Tumblr.
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Chapter 10
"I am so freaking tired. This semester was the longest once so far, I swear." Raven flops down next to Clarke on her bed. Her friend is sprawled out on the hard mattress, eyes screwed tightly shut, her face serene like she is asleep.
"You're telling me. I just want to sleep for the entire summer."
"Is that a thing? Can we like, do that?"
"Ugh. I wish. But apparently I am being forced to go home for a while this summer."
"I mean. You get to spend time with Abby, so I am totally jealous."
"Rae, you've never even met my mom. I don't understand your obsession with her." A bloodshot blue eye peeks out from behind a cracked eyelid, locking on Raven's prone form.
"I like moms. I can't help it. O's mom is a fox too. But Abby just makes my lady bits tingle."
"Ugh, so gross."
"You love it." Raven lays her head on Clarke's shoulder with a soft sigh. "So what are your plans for your first afternoon of freedom?"
"I made plans with Lexa to go pick up outfits for Bell's wedding."
"What about my nephew?"
"I think that Anya said that she'd watch him while we were gone."
"Yassss. Babysitting my best friend's son that she had out of wedlock."
"Rae. Why are we best friends again?"
"Because we wouldn't work out as girlfriends."
"What?" Clarke's eyes snap open at her best friend's statement. Her frightened gaze flits towards Raven's amused one.
"Oh please. Don't tell me that you've never thought about it."
"I mean."
"You're hot Clarke. I'm hot. We'd be hot together. But we would probably kill each other. So naturally we become best friends."
"Oh my god. Is she really talking about hooking up with you, Princess?" Raven and Clarke both sit up on the bed at the sound of Octavia's voice. She walks into the dorm holding a bowl of popcorn. She sets the bowl down between Raven and Clarke and sits down on the edge of the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest.
"Yes."
"She pulled the same conversation with me last year."
"Raven, sometimes I swear you are worse than a guy."
"You bitches love it."
"Speaking of, Miss Reyes. Clarkey here told me that you have some news to share."
"I have no clue what you're talking about." Raven drops her gaze from Octavia's, busying herself by grabbing a handful of popcorn. She shoves the popcorn into her mouth and chews it loudly.
"Oh no?"
"No." Raven replies through a mouth full of popcorn.
"So you didn't drop the 'L' bomb on your girlfriend right after she fucked you silly?"
"O!"
"What? That's exactly how you told me."
"Yeah. But I didn't expect you to repeat it."
"Well then you shouldn't have told me."
"Okay, look. Yes, I told Anya that I love her."
"After she fucked you silly?"
Raven scratches at the back of her neck nervously. "Well I mean…."
"With the Mechanic."
"Clarke! I told you that we weren't going to call it that. And so you go and tell O?"
"Well yeah. I mean she is our best friend. She deserves to be in the loop."
"I hate you, Princess."
"No you don't." Clarke cheekily replies through a mouthful of popcorn.
"Speaking of being kept in the loop, Rae, did Clarke tell you that on Sunday I came here because Bell wanted to talk to her. And when I came into the room, Lexa was pinning her to the bed."
"No," Raven's says, her eyebrows rising in shock, almost disappearing into her hairline, "She did not inform me of that."
"Yeah, well. That's not even the best part."
"Oh do tell what the best part was."
"Well. Not only was our best friend…"
"Guys. Isn't that enough?"
"Nope. Princess, it is your turn to be embarrassed. So grin and bear it while O finishes this wonderful story."
"Fine."
"So as I was saying, our best friend was being straddled on this bed by a very half naked brunette."
"WHAT!" Clarke…did you guys finally hook up?"
"No, no way. Not that it is any of your business, but we didn't hook up. I took her pants off so that she wouldn't sleep in her jeans. She was so drunk; I wouldn't take advantage of her like that."
"Awww…we know that Clarke. We are just teasing you."
"You two are bitches."
"You love us. We're just looking out for your lady bits Clarke. I don't know if girls can get blue balls. Like blue ovaries, I guess. But if they can, how are you not dead?"
"Seriously, the sexual tension between you and Lexa is pretty ridiculous. Even Lincoln commented on it. And he is like never around us."
"Don't you think that I know that, O?"
"Jeez, no need to get testy Princess."
"You guys don't understand. I am pretty much dying here. But I am trying to give her the time that she needs to heal. I don't want to push her too hard and end up losing her before I even get a chance."
"But is it really fair for her to keep you waiting like this?"
"I mean. It's not ideal, no. But I will wait."
"Yeah," Raven scoffs, "Until your ovaries explode from sexual frustration."
"I don't think that can happen."
"You don't know. You're not a doctor."
"Fuck off."
"No thanks babe. You should probably do that though. It might make you less of a raging bitch."
"Wow, Rae real nice. Maybe the whole raging bitch thing is because I work two jobs when I'm not in class, so sleep is a much forgotten luxury."
"Well. You can take a nap while O and I catch up on Walking Dead."
"But," Clarke juts her bottom lip out in a pout, "I wanna watch Walking Dead too."
"Princess. We all know that you are going to fall asleep anyway."
"She's right Clarke. You might as well rest up for the party and Anya and Lexa's tomorrow." Octavia says between handfuls of popcorn.
"Speaking of. Princess. I have an idea that might help speed up you little wannabe tryst with Lexa. Do you still have Niylah's phone number?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Text her and ask her to come to the party with you tomorrow."
"No way. That would be super rude of me. Not to mention hella awkward."
"Yeah. But hear me out. Lexa does crazy things when she's jealous right?"
"I guess so."
"Well when she gifted you with my old friend George, were you or were you not previously on the phone with Niylah?"
"I had just hung up with her, yes."
"So she was jealous. That mixed with your super sexual display of cleaning her face made her snap. Hence, George was born."
"Oh my god, Clarke she's right. Rae, you are a genius."
"Duh. Tell me something that we don't know."
"You're not humble at all." Clarke scoffs, settling back against the headboard.
"Fuck humble. You don't have to be humble when it's true." Raven smirks at her two friends before turning her attention back towards Clarke. "So I really think that this will work out in your favor. You text Niylah and ask her to come to the party with you. Lexa will be super jealous and BOOM! She'll make a move."
"This sounds like a terrible idea."
"No, it's foolproof, trust me."
"I don't know."
"Just do it. Or give me your phone and I'll do it."
"No. I'll do it. I just feel like it's a bad idea."
Clarke grabs her phone off of her nightstand and opens her contacts. She pulls Niylah's name up in her contact list, composing a new text message to the brunette.
Sexy Bartender: (11:30 a.m.) Hey Niylah. How are you doing?
Niylah: (11:30 a.m.) Hello, Clarke. I am honestly surprised to hear from you. I am doing well, how are you?
Sexy Bartender: (11:31 a.m.) Why are you surprised to hear from me?
Niylah: (11:31 a.m.) Well, you know. You don't usually hear from somebody that you're kind of dating after they break things off with you.
Sexy Bartender: (11:32 a.m.) I mean. I didn't anticipate that we wouldn't talk anymore after I ended things between us.
Niylah: (11:32 a.m.) That is what normally happens.
Sexy Bartender: (11:33 a.m.) Well that is not what I want to happen.
Niylah: (11:33 a.m.) Fair enough. So what can I do for you today?
Sexy Bartender: (11:34 a.m.) I wanted to see if you had any plans tomorrow night.
Niylah: (11:34 a.m.) Nothing that I know of. Why do you ask?
Sexy Bartender: (11:35 a.m.) Well, would you like to accompany me to a party?
Niylah: (11:35 a.m.) Hmmm… I don't know.
Sexy Bartender: (11:36 a.m.) Please : (
Niylah: (11:36 a.m.) I suppose that I might be talked into being on the arm of a beautiful blonde for the evening. Will there be alcohol present?
Sexy Bartender: (11:37 a.m.) Um. You are talking about a party with a bunch of college students. At Raven's girlfriend's apartment. Of course there will be alcohol.
Niylah: (11:38 a.m.) So…Raven's girlfriend? You mean Lexa's best friend Anya? Lexa, who lives in the same apartment. The very same brunette that you dumped me for?
Sexy Bartender: (11:39 a.m.) You make it sound so unpleasant.
Niylah: (11:39 a.m.) It definitely isn't high up on my list of desires to hang out at the house of the girl who stole the same heart that I was fighting for, no. I can't help that I am a sore loser.
Sexy Bartender: (11:40 a.m.) I'm sorry, Niylah. I really am. I still really want to be friends with you. I can understand if you don't feel the same way.
Niylah: (11:41 a.m.) That's not it Clarke. I do want to be your friend. I'm sorry that I'm still a little bit salty about the whole thing.
Sexy Bartender: (11:42 a.m.) Don't be sorry. You have every right to be salty. But you shouldn't be salty at Lexa. She had nothing to do with it. This was completely my fault.
Niylah: (11:43 a.m.) Let's not play the blame game. I'm not mad at you, just the situation. I should've approached you the first time that I saw you. This would be a completely different story, I bet.
Sexy Bartender: (11:44 a.m.) Well, we can't change the past. That doesn't mean that we can't be friends. Please come to the party with me.
Niylah: (11:45 a.m.) Alright, I'll go to the party with you. If only for the hope that you get drunk enough to make out with me.
Sexy Bartender: (11:46 a.m.) That's not friendly behavior, Niylah.
Niylah: (11:46 a.m.) Is it not? I'll have to inform Lexa of that.
Sexy Bartender: (11:47 a.m.) Touché. So I'll see you tomorrow?
Niylah: (11:47 a.m.) Yes, sexy blonde bartender. You will see me tomorrow.
Sexy Bartender: (11:48 a.m.) Awesome! ;)
"Alright Rae, you win. Niylah is going to come to the party with me." Clarke breaks the silence in her room. She sets her phone back down on her bedside table with a sigh.
Raven holds her finger up in the air to signal for Clarke to hold on for a second. She types away at her phone with a grin on her face.
Ai Hodnes: (11:50 a.m.) We are set. Niylah is coming to the party with Clarke. Now we just need to fuel the jealousy of our two idiot friends. That mixed with alcohol is sure to make them snap.
Tombom Ripa: (11:51 a.m.) God I hope so. I can't handle their shit anymore.
Ai Hodnes: (11:51 a.m.) It will work. Just provide the alcohol and I will do the rest.
Tombom Ripa: (11:52 a.m.) Sounds like a plan. Are you coming over later?
Ai Hodnes: (11:52 a.m.) I don't know. I feel like I've been neglectful of my friends lately. I should probably spend some time with them. And you should spend some time with Lexa.
Tombom Ripa: (11:53 a.m.) At least you've been neglecting your friends for really good sex. Also, Lexa is busy with that fucking dog of hers.
Ai Hodnes: (11:54 a.m.) You're not wrong about the sex but, you love that ball of fur.
Tombom Ripa: (11:55 a.m.) Not really. He ate one of my shoes.
Ai Hodnes: (11:55 a.m.) Well, he's a puppy. They do that.
Tombom Ripa: (11:56 a.m.) Yeah, but it was my favorite pair of sneakers.
Ai Hodnes: (11:56 a.m.) I don't know what to tell you, babe.
Tombom Ripa: (11:57 a.m.) Tell me that I can strangle him.
Ai Hodnes: (11:57 a.m.) NO! He's just a baby!
Tombom Ripa: (11:58 a.m.) He is a menace.
Ai Hodnes: (11:58 a.m.) If you hurt him, no sex.
Tombom Ripa: (11:59 a.m.) Well, that's just rude. Plus there is no way in hell that you will be able to cut me off. Your libido is out of control.
Ai Hodnes: (11:59 a.m.) Try me ;). Btw what does the contact name that you put for yourself mean?
Tombom Ripa: (12:00 p.m.) We'll see who lasts longer. It means heart killer.
Ai Hodnes: (12:00 p.m.) Seems fitting. Okay, I have to spend some time with Clarke and O before they kick my ass. I'll talk to you later. :-*
Tombom Ripa: (12:01 p.m.) Sounds good. Have fun with the girls. :-*
"Alright bitches. Let's watch some zombie killing goodness!"
"I have no idea what I am going to wear tonight, Rae."
"I mean, you could go naked. That ought to make it impossible for Lexa to keep her hands off of you."
"Yeah, so I'm not so sure that is a good idea."
"Why not?"
"I just don't think that it would be a very good idea for me to be naked in public, Rae."
"Live a little, Griff." Raven shifts her body restlessly, moving half of her body to hang off of her bed. Clarke looks over at her friend, laughing at Raven's antics. She plops down on the bed next to Raven, eliciting an exasperated sigh from the brunette.
"Clarke, as much as I love having a half-naked woman in bed with me, I'm kind of spoken for."
"Shut up Rae. If you would just get off of your ass and help me pick out an outfit, I wouldn't be sitting on your bed in my bra and underwear."
"Hey. I'm not complaining. Anya might not like it though."
"Well, help me find something to wear then."
"I have just the outfit in mind. It will make Robo Barbie swoon and potentially tear your clothes off and fuck you in front of all of our friends."
"Jesus, Rae. You are like obsessed with me getting laid."
"Well shit. Have you seen Lexa, Clarke? She's fucking gorgeous. And apparently interested in you. So you need to lock that shit down before it is too late."
"I'm going to regret letting you pick out my outfit, aren't I?"
"Hmmmm….I think that you are going to love it."
"We'll see about that."
Having a party at the end of a very stressful semester was exactly what Clarke needed. She couldn't wait to let her hair down and get her drink on. But she was pretty terrified of being drunk around Lexa. Her crush on the other girl was already hard enough to contain when she was sober. Add a bit of liquid courage into the mix, and Clarke isn't sure if she is going to be able to control herself.
She doesn't know how strong Lexa's self-control is, but she is pretty positive that they are going to end up putting it to the test tonight. Their 'friendship' is like a tightly coiled spring, ready to snap if even the slightest amount of tension is introduced. It's only a matter of time before the spring snaps and they collide into each other. Clarke desperately hopes that Lexa is ready when the inevitable happens.
The outfit that Raven has picked out for her is really working for her. She feels like she looks really hot in the tight blue jeans and lacy black spaghetti strap top that Raven chose. The tight fabric hugs her hips in the best way, and the lace is tight across her front, accentuating her already ample chest. Her cleavage is on point and Clarke is confident that Lexa will be unable to keep her hands to herself.
She admires the outfit in front of the full length mirror that is mounted on her and Raven's closet. She lines up her body so that the outfit fits in the screen of her phone, snapping a quick selfie to send to Octavia for approval.
O-face: (04:25 p.m.) Damn girl! You look really fucking hawt!
Princess: (04:25 p.m.) So does this outfit get the Octavia Blake stamp of approval?
O-face: (04:26 p.m.) Absofuckinlutely! Lexa will not be able to keeps her hands off of you when she sees you in that.
Princess: (04:27 p.m.) I don't know that that is the plan.
O-face: (04:27 p.m.) Of course that is the plan. You two need to hook up already. It's starting to affect the rest of us.
Princess: (04:28 p.m.) Why do you and Rae always bring it back to be about you?
O-face: (04:28 p.m.) Because when Princess Peach isn't getting any, it's like none of us are getting laid.
Princess: (04:29 p.m.) OMFG O?! You did not just refer to my vagina as Princess Peach.
O-face: (04:30 p.m.) Oh I most definitely did.
Princess: (04:30 p.m.) Octavia MARIE Blake. You swore that you would never mention that name again.
O-face: (04:31 p.m.) Well, it's not my fault that you nicknamed your kitty when we were in high school.
Princess: (04:32 p.m.) And now you are calling it 'my kitty.'
O-face: (04:32 p.m.) Would you rather I say pussy?
Princess: (04:33 p.m.) NO!
O-face: (04:33 p.m.) PUSSY! PUSSY! P….U….S….S….Y!
Princess: (04:34 p.m.) Stop it O!
*Rae Bae has been added to this message.
Rae Bae: (04:34 p.m.) Did somebody say pussy?
O-face: (04:35 p.m.) Rae! We were just talking about how Princess Peach needs some action.
Princess: (04:35 p.m.) Please tell me that you didn't tell Rae the story of Princess Peach, O.
O-face: (04:36 p.m.) Okay. I didn't tell Raven the Princess Peach story. :/
Princess: (04:36 p.m.) You're lying, Octavia.
O-face: (04:36 p.m.) Well, why did you even bother asking? Of course I told Rae.
Rae Bae: (04:37 p.m.) And I think that Princess Peach needs some loving from the Commander. Like some serious banging.
Princess: (04:38 p.m.) JFC. Why am I friends with you guys?
Rae Bae: (04:38 p.m.) Because we are going to help you dust off the cobwebs that Princess Peach has accumulated.
Princess: (04:39 p.m.)I don't need you guys to help me get laid.
Rae Bae: (04:39 p.m.) Yes you do. If we leave it up to you, you both will die before you figure your shit out.
O-face: (04:40 p.m.) Agreed.
Princess: (04:40 p.m.) I hate you bitches.
Rae Bae: (04:41 p.m.) We love you too, Clarke. O….are you ready?
O-face: (04:41 p.m.) I will be in about 20 minutes. Still gotta do my hair.
Rae Bae: (04:42 p.m.) Well, hurry the fuck up. I need you to help me grab alcohol.
O-face: (04:42 p.m.) I'll be ready by the time you get here.
Princess: (04:43 p.m.) I'll see you hookers in a little bit.
Bringing Niylah into Lexa's apartment was definitely a weird feeling. Clarke was feeling extremely keyed up and nervous as she walked through the front door with her friend.
She knew that Niylah was still harboring some feelings towards her, and Clare couldn't help but feel slightly awkward towards the entire situation.
Bringing her ex-dating buddy(?) to the house of the girl that she was currently trying to court felt wrong to Clarke. She knows that Lexa and Niylah don't exactly get along. So she isn't sure how Niylah is going to handle the whole situation now that Clarke is vying for another woman's attention.
Everything seems to be going well so far. Granted, they just walked through the door. But Clarke has hope that maybe things won't go horribly wrong tonight. She just wants to have a good time with her friends. And maybe push Lexa's control a little bit.
The house is already packed by the time they walk in, the smell of sweat and alcohol strongly lacing the air. The music is loud, bass shaking the thin apartment walls. Clarke feels sorry for Anya and Lexa's neighbors, having to deal with a bunch of rowdy, drunk college students. She's fairly certain that the party will be broken up by the police in no time. So she might as well enjoy the party while she can, before she is forced to flee the property, lest she end up in jail.
"Do you want something to drink?" Her question startles Niylah, causing the older woman to jump/
"Sure." Niylah answers, leaning in closely so that Clarke can hear her over the pounding bass.
Clarke nods her head before walking into the small, cramped kitchen. Anya is standing near the refrigerator, pouring vodka into a plastic cup. She lets out a wolf whistle when Clarke walks up to her, flashing Clarke a sly smile.
"Looking good Clarke." Anya hands Clarke the plastic cup that she was just filling up, grabbing another one for herself.
"Thank you." Clarke takes a long pull of her drink, grimacing at the burn of the alcohol.
"Thanks for coming to our end of semester shindig."
"Thank you for inviting me."
"My pleasure, milady."
"Where is your girlfriend?"
"She is dancing with Octavia."
"Why aren't you out there with her?"
"Because O is waiting for Lincoln to get back from the store with Lexa. So since I hijacked her boyfriend, I figured that I could loan her Raven for a bit."
"Oh. Where did you send Lexa and Lincoln?" Clarke downs the last of her drink quickly, successfully managing to not grimace this time.
"I had to send them out to grab pizza and to pick up the keg. They should be on their way back now."
"Awesome. Well, I came in here to grab a drink for me and Niylah, so I'd better go back out there before she thinks I forgot about her."
"You brought Niylah?" Anya feigns ignorance, taking a swing of her drink with her eyebrow raised at the other girl in mock disbelief.
"Yeah. Raven told me to bring her."
"I don't think that Heda is going to like that very much."
"Oh well." Clarke shrugs her shoulders. She grabs the bottle of vodka a pours herself another cup. As soon as her cup is full, she makes a drink for Niylah. She raises her cup towards Anya with a grin, an 'I'll see you later,' leaving her lips before she leaves the kitchen.
"This is going to be interesting," Anya mutters to herself as she slams back the rest of her drink.
"Ugh. Why did Anya force me to go out and do laborious work?"
"Quit complaining, Woods. Get your shit together and help me with this keg."
"You're a dick Linc."
"And you're a whiner. Now hurry up and lift the other side so we can bring this heavy bitch inside."
"Fine." Lexa sticks her tongue out at Lincoln as she hoists up her half of the keg with a grunt. The two of them carry the keg through the front door of the apartment with little struggle. They drop it off in the kitchen, Lincoln heading back out to his truck to grab the pizzas while Lexa taps the keg. As soon as the keg is tapped, she pours herself a beer, chugging the cool beverage down quickly. As she pours another cupful, her best friend sidles up to her.
"Thanks for going to get the keg, Heda."
"It's not like you gave me much of a choice, gona." (Warrior)
"Well. I mean, you could've said no."
"Oh yeah. Like that was an option."
"Still, you could've tried."
Lexa rolls her eyes at her best friend, muttering, "Whatever," as she takes a drink of her beer.
"Your girlfriend finally showed up."
"She's not my girlfriend, Anya."
"Okay, fine. Your 'friend' that you like to make out with and play dj diddles to thoughts of."
"JESUS!" Lexa sputters loudly as she takes an inhale of her beer. She throws her free hand towards Anya, smacking the other girl in the arm, hard. "Can you keep your fucking voice down, please?"
"Why? Afraid that somebody will tell Clarke that she is your spank bank material?"
"You're disgusting."
"You love me."
"Hardly."
Lexa turns to walk away from her best friend, stopped by calloused fingers wrapping around her bicep. She turns to look at Anya again, an exasperated look on her face. "What?"
"She's not here alone."
"Okay?"
"She brought Niylah with her."
"Oh." Lexa grabs Anya's cup out of her hand, downing the contents quickly. She coughs at the burn of the alcohol but swallows it anyway. "Fuck. Was that straight vodka?"
"Pretty much. I put a splash of sprite in there."
"My god Anya. Are you trying to get white girl wasted or something?"
"Well, I'm Asian so that would be impossible."
"You know what I mean, asshole."
"Of course I'm trying to get wasted. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know."
"Okay. Enough talking. More drinking needs to happen now."
"Lead the way, boss."
"Lexa's back." Raven whispers in Clarke's ear, her hands gripping her best friend's hips. Clarke's back is against Raven's front, her arms wrapped around her best friend's neck. Clarke sways her hips to the pounding bass of the music, grinding her body against Raven's.
"I know." Clarke drops her body with the beat, sensually sliding her backside up against Raven's front.
"Where did Niylah run off to?"
"She had to take a phone call outside."
"So. How are we going to make Lexa incredibly jealous?"
"Well. I am pretty sure that this is a good start. Although, your girlfriend doesn't look too happy about it."
Both women look over to the other side of the living room. Anya and Lexa are leaning against the wall in the corner of the room. Anya's arms are crossed over her chest, a red cup hanging idly from her left hand as she watches Clarke and Raven dance. She almost looks apathetic at the scene in front of her. If it were not for the fire that Clarke can see in Anya's eyes, she might've thought that Anya could care less.
Lexa on the other hand, is not so good at hiding what she is feeling. Clarke can read every emotion splayed across Lexa's face. Her hand is tightly clutching her plastic cup, to the point of it bending. Her eyes are ablaze in fury as she watches Clarke dance with Raven. Her jaw is firmly set, making her already amazing jawline look even more unbelievable. A jawline that Clarke wants to feel underneath her tongue, as she moves her mouth down the brunette's body until her tongue meets the apex of Lexa's thighs. Clarke bites her lip to suppress the moan that wants to escape, her blue eyes locking with Lexa's darkened green ones. Lexa raises her eyebrows towards her friend, a slight scowl marring her otherwise perfect features. Her staring contest is broken when Raven's hands squeeze her hips tightly.
"Clarke?"
"Hmmm?"
"We have to stop."
"Why?"
"Because you are starting to porn star grind on me. If that isn't enough of a reason, Lexa looks like she is about to skin me alive. And I am not okay with that."
"May I cut in?"
"God yes please. I am afraid that Clarke is about to start humping my leg. Take her off of my hands, please Niylah."
"Don't mind if I do."
"You ladies have fun. I'm going to go hang out with my girlfriend now. The look that she is giving me now tells me that I am in for a rough night."
"Gross Rae."
"It's okay to be jealous, Clarke. Since you won't be getting fingerbanged this evening."
Clarke flips Raven off as she walks away. Clarke turns around to face Niylah and wraps her arms around Clarke's waist, pulling the other girl tightly against her body. She sways them from side to side, completely out of tempo with the music. Clarke rests her arms on Niylah's shoulders, interlocking her fingers behind the other girl's head.
"Sorry that I had to step away."
"It's fine. I understand."
"So…are you enjoying the party?"
"I'm having an alright time."
"Just alright?"
"Hmm. I feel like I need to ingest more alcohol."
"So why isn't that happening right now?"
"I mean, we could."
"SHOT TIME!" Raven pushes her way between the two women, breaking their embrace apart. She has a bottle of tequila in one hand and a stack of shot glasses in the other. There is another woman standing next to Raven that Clarke has never met before. She regards the unfamiliar woman with a soft smile and a raised eyebrow pointed towards her best friend. "This is Ontari. She's in a few of my classes."
"Nice to meet you, Ontari. I'm Clarke and this is my friend Niylah."
"Nice to meet you guys as well. Now I don't know about you three, but I would like to get fucked up."
"Sounds like a plan to me." Clarke pulls her body out of Niylah's arms. The four of them make their way out of the apartment.
Jealousy. That was all that Lexa could feel. Her entire body was thrumming with it. Watching Clarke grind on Raven was enough to make her grind her teeth until her jaw was throbbing. And she's pretty sure that she broke through her cup from digging her nails into the plastic. She had to use the wall to hold her up as she watched Clarke grind her ass into Raven's front.
Lexa lost all ability to control her emotions as soon as she saw Niylah cut in and wrap her arms around Clarke. Watching the girl that has a vice grip on her heart turn in the brunette's arms and sway out of beat to the music makes her entire body shake with rage. She tosses back the contents of her damaged cup with a growl, causing her best friend to turn towards her.
"Yu pis, Heda?" (You angry, Commander?) Anya nudges her best friend, concern written all over her face.
"No."
"Ai nou wich in yu, Leksa." (I don't believe you, Lexa.)
"Onya, em pleni!" (Anya, enough!)
Lexa storms out of the living room, stopping in the kitchen to snatch a random bottle of liquor off of the counter before making her way into her bedroom. Slamming her bedroom door, she tiredly plops down on her bed. She cracks open the bottle without glancing at the label and takes a long drink from it. She swallows the liquor quickly, coughing from the harsh taste of the Jack Daniels.
She leans back against her pillows with a sigh, taking another hearty pull off of the bottle.
Lexa knows that Clarke doesn't owe her anything. After all, she told Clarke not to wait for her. She doesn't have the right to be so unjustly jealous while she was watching Clarke dance with Raven and Niylah. She has no claim over the blonde. But her heart doesn't seem to be following the same path that her brain is.
It took everything in her to stay rooted in her spot while Niylah had her hands all over Clarke. It was bad enough for her to have to watch Raven's wandering hands as they ground their bodies together. If it weren't for the fact that she knew that Clarke and Raven were just friends, she might've lost her cool and cut in to break them apart.
As soon as Clarke turned around in Niylah's arms and started to intimately sway their bodies together, she couldn't take it anymore. She could feel the walls of the living room closing in on here and she had to get out of there before she made a mistake that she would regret in the morning.
She hates that she isn't ready to take a risk on Clarke yet. Every single time that she thinks that she is ready; her brain reminds her that she's not. It almost feels like she is taking three steps backwards for every single step that she takes forward. It's maddening to think that even after three years of being without Costia, she still isn't ready to give love another chance.
Clarke has been nothing short of amazing since they started hanging out. She has expressed interest in Lexa, but hasn't tried to push her at all. As soon as Lexa told her that she wasn't ready, Clarke gracefully took a step back and became one of the best friends that Lexa could've ever asked for. Granted, they are pretty much the world's worst friends, but they are friends nonetheless.
Clarke. Just thinking about the blonde bombshell is enough to make Lexa's heart race. She honestly never thought that she would have feelings for somebody after losing Costia. If Lexa's being honest with herself, her feelings for Clarke are more intense than her feelings for Costia were at the beginning of their relationship. She's pretty sure that what scares her so much about Clarke is the fact that without even trying, Clarke has managed to burrow her way deeply into Lexa's heart.
She was halfway through the bottle before she managed to slow herself down. Her body felt heavy and sluggish from the fast consumption of the liquor. Her brain felt slightly fuzzy, yet her thoughts of Clarke were still running rampant. She set the bottle down on her floor with a sigh before stretching out on her bed. Clarke is the last thing on her mind as she closes her eyes for just a second.
Resting her eyes for a second turned into a full blown drunken nap. Lexa's not really sure how long she has been sleeping but her drunken state has not improved at all. In fact, if she is being honest, it is probably worse. But her current state of drunkenness is nothing compared to the girl that just stumbled into her room.
"HEDA!" Octavia trips over her sluggish feet and nearly face plants onto the carpet. A pair of heavily muscled arms wrap around Octavia's waist to keep her upright. She lets out a drunken giggle as Lincoln helps her stand back up.
Lexa sits up in her bed with a grunt, trying to shake the sleep from her body. She meets the gaze of the drunken girl at the side of her bed, smirking as she watches Octavia sway slightly from side to side.
"Sha Okteivia? Haukom dula op yu min kiln Heda's rid op?" (Yes Octavia? Why do you intrude on the Commander's rest?)
Octavia's brow furrows in confusion as she tries to decipher Lexa's trigedasleng. She has been teaching Lincoln her and Anya's childhood language during their workout sessions. He has caught onto the made up language quickly and is fast becoming as fluent as Lexa and Anya are. Lexa knew that he would probably teach some of what he has learned to Octavia, not that she really minds in the slightest.
"Wigod op osir, Heda." (Forgive us, Commander.)
"Linkon, ron ai ridiyo op. Haukom yu kamp raun hir?" (Lincoln, speak true. Why are you here?)
"Klark kom skaikru gaf in ai op Heda." (Clarke of the sky people wants to see the Commander.)
"Haukom?" (Why?)
"Em don nou biyo." (She did not say.)
"Mochof, Linkon." (Thank you, Lincoln.)
"Pro, Heda." (You are welcome, Commander.)
Lincoln lifts Octavia up and tosses her body over his shoulder, nodding at Lexa before leaving her bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Lexa gets to her feet as gracefully as possible in her slightly inebriated state. She walks over to her closet, standing in front of her full length mirror. She runs her fingers through her hair to loosen the slight tangles and fixes her sleep disheveled clothing. When she deems herself presentable, she makes her way out of her bedroom.
Her first sight as she makes her way out of her room is the giant crowd around the kitchen island. Lexa can make out Clarke's blonde hair in the crowd. She is being helped up onto the counter by one of the guys that Lexa has seen working at the bar with her. Clarke unceremoniously pulls her shirt over her head and hands it to the guy that helped lift her up on the counter. Clarke whoops drunkenly at the crowd as she lies down on the counter.
"BODY SHOT!" Octavia's drunken shout breaks out from the crowd, causing the entire group to cheer and wolf whistle loudly.
Lexa begins to make her way towards her friend, pushing her way through the crowd. She stops in her tracks as she notices Niylah walk up towards Clarke. Niylah is holding a bottle of tequila in one hand and a lime in the other. Clarke meets Niylah's gaze and breaks out in a smile, making Lexa's heart break slightly. Niylah rubs the lime against Clarke's neck, moistening the skin so that she can shake out some salt onto the blonde's skin. After salting Clarke's neck, Niylah places the lime against the other girl's mouth. Clarke opens her mouth and allows Niylah to put the lime into her mouth, securing it with her teeth.
Lexa can only stand rooted in her spot and watch as Niylah pours the tequila into Clarke's bellybutton. She can feel her jealousy rising to an almost unhealthy level as she watches Niylah lick the salt off of Clarke's neck. Lexa can't break her gaze away from the scene before her. She is beside herself with envy as she watches Niylah slurp the tequila out of Clarke's bellybutton before moving up the blonde's body to take the lime out of her mouth. Their lips brush together slightly before Niylah pulls the lime into her mouth to suck the juice out of it.
"Fuck! That was hot."
Lexa jumps slightly as her best friend's voice startles her out of her self-imposed staring contest.
"Jesus Christ Anya."
"Sorry, Lex. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's fine."
"Are you okay Heda? You seem tense."
"I'm great."
"That was almost convincing." Anya's hand comes up to grip Lexa's chin, forcing Lexa to meet her best friend's concerned gaze. "Seriously Lexa, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me."
"I mean. I'm fine, really."
"I can feel the tension rolling off of you in waves Lexa. Tell me what's wrong."
"It's stupid."
"No, it's not. Just tell me."
"It's Clarke."
"What about Clarke?"
"Seriously?" Lexa scoffs, pulling her face out of Anya's grip. "Did you not watch what just happened?"
"Of course I watched Niylah take a body shot off of Clarke. It was fucking hot."
"Ugh."
"Oh.." Anya's eyes widen in realization. "Are you fucking jealous Lexa?"
"What?! No, of course not."
"Oh my god, you totally are."
"I'm really not."
"Yeah, okay. And I am the fucking pope."
"You definitely resemble an eighty year old white man."
"Fuck you."
"No thanks. I'm one hundred percent gay. Thanks for the offer Pope Francis."
"You're ridiculous."
"Thanks Anya. I appreciate the sentiment."
"What are best friends for?"
"Bringing your self-esteem down apparently."
"Well, you're the one that decided to go hide in your room after you saw Niylah and Clarke dancing together."
"I wasn't hiding."
"Once again, I guess that I am Pope Francis."
"I guess so."
"How would you feel if I told you that Clarke was looking for you for the body shot?"
"Bullshit."
"I'm serious. She was asking about you and Raven brought the idea of body shots into her head. She looked everywhere for you. She got super pouty when she couldn't find you. So Niylah said that she would do a body shot."
"Ugh. Why didn't you come find me?"
"Hey. I might be your best friend, but I am not here to play matchmaker because you are too fucking stupid to figure your shit out."
"I dislike you right now."
"No, you reall.."
"Another!" Lexa's head whips around at the sound of the partygoers. Clarke has hopped off of the counter and is now standing next to Niylah, who has her arms wrapped around Clarke's waist.
Watching the intimate way that Niylah is holding Clarke causes Lexa to snap in her drunken state. She walks away from her best friend without another word. Her eyes are locked on Clarke, her attention completely locked on her friend. Clarke looks up and meets her eyes, a huge smile breaking out on her face. She pulls herself out of Niylah's arms and immediately launches her body into Lexa's.
"LEXIE!"
"Hey Clarke."
"I've been looking everywhere for you."
"I can see that."
"Where were you hiding?"
"I was in my room."
Clarke juts out her lip in a pout. "I missed you."
Lexa reaches up to push back a stray blonde lock. "I missed you too."
"Wanna get a drink?"
"Yes. Actually, that is what I came over here to talk to you about."
"What?"
"Well, I see that you let Niylah take a shot off of you. Now it's your turn to take a body shot."
"I mean, I guess."
"That is how the game works."
"I don't know. Niylah has kind of been flirting with one of Raven's classmates. I don't want to mess that up for her."
"How about you do the shot off of me?"
"Are you sure that you can handle that, Heda?"
Lexa gulps, her tongue darting out to lick at her suddenly dry lips. "I think that we should worry more about you, Princess."
Lexa watches in amusement as Clarke's eyes darken slightly, her nostrils flaring at Lexa's words. Lexa breaks away from Clarke, turning her attention to the crowd around them. She feels a slight surge of panic rise, seeing as all eyes are on her and Clarke. But the jealous look in Niylah's eyes is enough to fight back the fear. She knows that she is being kind of petty, taking joy in Niylah being jealous, but she really can't bring herself to care. She grabs the bottle of tequila and one of the shot glasses next to it.
"Well Clarke, are you game?"
"Well Clarke, are you game?"
Every single time that Lexa says her name, Clarke has to bite back the urge to let out an obscene moan. The way that the 'k' rolls off of the brunette's tongue makes an all too familiar warmth settle in her lower belly.
"Clarke?"
"Hmmm?" Clarke reluctantly pulls her gaze away from Lexa's lips, meeting the green eyes that she is addicted to.
"I said, are you game?"
"Bring it, Woods."
Lexa lets out a soft chuckle that does not help Clarke's current lack of inhibition. Clarke's eyes stay locked on Lexa as she pours tequila into the shot glass.
"I thought that we were doing a body shot?"
"Oh we are. I have a different one in mind." Lexa's voice comes out in a purr and this time Clarke is unable to stop the shiver that rolls through her body.
"Oi! Get on with it ladies." Raven heckles the two women, effectively breaking them out of their bubble.
Lexa pulls her shirt over her head, tucking the fabric into the back of her jeans. Clarke's eyes immediately wander shamelessly down Lexa's body, memorizing every piece that is currently on display.
"See something you like, Princess?"
"I see a lot that I like right now, yes."
The blush that spreads over Lexa's face and chest is so endearing that it makes Clarke swoon. Clarke wants to do a lot of things to the brunette in this moment in time, some of them not very appropriate. She continues to watch as Lexa puts the shot glass into her bra, between the two things that turn Clarke into a prepubescent teenaged boy. She actually has to bite her lip so that she doesn't blurt out 'boobs' in front of everybody in attendance.
After an extremely heated discussion with herself, Clarke manages to tear her eyes away from Lexa's half clothed chest, only to come to an abrupt stop on the golden skin of her neck. Her eyes stay transfixed on Lexa's hand as she rubs a lime on her neck. She gives Clarke a small smile and a wink as she tilts her head to the side to sprinkle salt onto the glistening skin.
"Are you ready, Clarke? It's not too late to back out."
"Nope. Let's do it."
"Alright."
Lexa offers up one more smile before tucking the lime between her teeth.
Clarke's mind goes completely blank at the sight of Lexa standing in front of her. All Clarke can think of is forgoing the shot and either burying her face into Lexa's chest, or skipping the lime and kissing the brunette senseless. The loud catcalls from the crows break Clarke out of her daze. She licks her dry lips before pressing forward.
She is immediately enveloped in Lexa's scent as her face meets the brunette's neck. Clarke makes sure to take her sweet time, slowly collecting each grain of salt with her tongue. Lexa's sharp intake of breath teeters off into a soft groan that only makes Clarke slow down even more as she licks down Lexa's neck. Clarke wants so badly to bite and suck at the creamy skin under her mouth, to mark Lexa as possessively as Lexa marked her. But she knows that it will only serve to freak Lexa out and she feels like they have come so far since they met. Clarke really doesn't want to put a damper on all of the progress that Lexa has made with her feelings.
So instead of giving Lexa an impressive hickey as payback for 'George,' Clarke turns her attention to the shot glass that is resting between Lexa's breasts. She dips her head so that it is nestled between those soft pillows of heaven that she wants to live in forever. Clarke lingers for a split second before wrapping her lips around the shot glass that she wants to trade places with. Pulling her head back sharply, Clarke pours the liquor down her throat and hastily swallows it. She pulls the shot glass out of her mouth and sets it on the counter before leaning in so that her face is less than an inch in front of Lexa's. She closes her eyes and closes the distance to take the lime out of Lexa's mouth.
Instead of tasting the cool, tart citrus of the lime, Clarke's mouth meets the inviting warmth of Lexa's lips. She lets out a startled gasp that is completely drowned out by the roaring cheer of the people around them. One of Lexa's hands runs up Clarke's back before tangling into her hair, effectively holding her in place. The hand in her hair tightens slightly, pulling her body flush against Lexa's. Lexa lets out a groan against Clarke's lips that sends a shiver down her spine. The feeling of Lexa's half naked torso being pressed against her body fills her with the all too familiar lust that she had been riddled with since meeting the brunette.
Clarke's mind is already fuzzy from the alcohol that she had ingested. Mixing that with the intoxicating taste of Lexa's lips is enough to make Clarke's head spin. Her hands move down Lexa's sides, stopping to grip her naked hips.
It isn't long before Clarke feels the tentative brush of Lexa's tongue sweep across her bottom lip, asking for entry. She takes a second to respond, too shocked at the brazen action of the brunette. She eagerly responds as soon as she regains her composure, parting her lips to allow Lexa access. The first brush of Lexa's tongue against Clarke's elicits groans out of both girls.
Clarke's senses are overloaded with everything Lexa that it makes her forget that they are surrounded by people in Lexa's apartment. She tilts her head slightly to deepen the kiss even more.
Clarke kisses Lexa like her life depends on it, meeting the brunette's tongue stroke for stroke. Before long, her restless hands move away from Lexa's hips, coming to rest over the slight swell of her denim covered ass. She can't suppress the urge to flex her fingers against Lexa's booty, effectively squeezing the generous flesh between her palms. The guttural moan that comes out of Lexa's mouth sends a warm flood of arousal straight through Clarke's core. Clarke palms the flesh again before moving her hands down to grab onto toned thighs. She squeezes the jean covered legs, gripping them to bring them around her waist. With Lexa's weight fully wrapped around her, she presses the brunette's back into the kitchen counter.
Clarke breaks the heated kiss first, her head spinning from a lack of oxygen. She presses her forehead against Lexa's, both women panting loudly in an attempt to catch their breath.
Lexa's forest green eyes are completely black, pupils blown with desire. Her lips are swollen from their kiss, and Clarke notices the tiny freckle on Lexa's upper lip for the first time. The small mark is so endearing that Clarke can't stop herself from pressing their lips together again. She doesn't waste any time before deepening the kiss this time around, slipping her tongue into Lexa's mouth. The brunette kisses back with equal fervor, fighting Clarke for dominance of the kiss.
"Ladies. As much as I am personally enjoying this super fucking hot make out session." Raven's voice causes Clarke to break the kiss abruptly, her teeth nipping at Lexa's bottom lip as she moves away. "I kind of need the counter so that I can kick O's ass in some arm wrestling. So if you two would be so kind as to stop giving all of these perverts a live sex show that would be awesome."
"Yeah. No problem." Lexa's voice is raspy, heavily laden with arousal. "Clarke, you should probably put me down."
"Hmmm?" Clarke's lust blown eyes lock onto Lexa's. "What did you say?"
"I said that you should probably put me down. So that we stop putting on a show for these drunken fools."
"Oh, yeah. Of course." Clarke reluctantly pulls Lexa away from the counter, allowing the brunette to remove her legs from Clarke's waist so that she can stand up. The two women break away from each other, still panting slightly from their kiss. Clarke turns around to face her best friend, her face heating up in a blush at Raven's amused smirk.
Clarke expects Lexa to freak out and possibly run away after their heated exchange.
Once again, Lexa manages to surprise Clarke.
She doesn't freak out. She definitely doesn't run away.
What she does is enough to make Clarke's heart beat erratically in her chest. Lexa wraps her arms around Clarke's waist to pull their bodies flush together. Clarke's already arousal heavy mind short circuits as she feels Lexa's boobs pressing against her. She can't fight back the moan that leaves her mouth at the hardened nipples that are digging into her back. Lexa presses her lips firmly against Clarke's cheek before resting her chin on the blonde's shoulder.
"Right. So. I need a drink."
"Haven't you had enough alcohol this evening? Or did you need to rehydrate after all of this? Because I'm pretty sure that all of the liquid in your mouth has travelled down to your pus…"
"Raven!"
"What? I'm just saying. After those kisses, I'm pretty sure that you've ruined your underwear."
"Oh my god. Seriously. Why are you so crass?"
"Princess, we've been friends for three years now. You know that I have no filter."
"Alright bitch. Are you ready to lose?" Octavia's slurred voice calls out as she stumbles towards her best friends.
"Bring it, hooker." Raven taunts, perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised towards Octavia.
The two women size each other up, leaning over opposite sides of the kitchen counter to come face to face. Clarke and Lexa watch as Raven and Octavia link hands, determined looks on both of their faces. Anya walks up to the counter, places her hand on Raven and Octavia's joined fists and counts to three before moving away.
Octavia takes the lead early off, nearly dropping Raven's fist to the counter. After a few struggled attempts, Raven manages to move her fist back into the air. The two go back and forth for a few minutes, taking the upper hand before losing it quickly.
Raven manages to take the upper hand from Octavia and this time Octavia is not able to fight back. Raven slams Octavia's fist against the counter, letting out a cry of victory as she does so. She releases her hold on Octavia's hand, whipping her body around with her arms raised in the air.
"That's right bitches. I am fucking victorious. Nobody can beat Raven Reyes in an arm wrestling contest."
"My turn." Lexa calls out to Raven, crossing her arms over her half naked chest.
Raven turns to face Lexa, eyes widening in surprise.
"No way dude."
"What? Why not? Are you afraid of a little challenge?"
"Not at all. But you are weight training with Mr. Olympian God himself. So arm wrestling against you would be completely unfair."
"Yeah, you're afraid. That's fine."
"No…"
"Raven. It's seriously fine. I understand."
"Okay, fine. You want to compete against me?"
"Only if you want to."
"Let's compete then. But not in arm wrestling."
"What would you like to compete in?"
"How about you put up that pretty set of abs against mine?" Raven pokes at Lexa's rock hard abdomen with a smirk on her face.
"No way Rae. There is no way that you can beat that set of abs. I mean, just look at them." Clarke's fingers trail softly down Lexa's bare skin absentmindedly, making the brunette shiver under her touch.
"I may not be as fit as the Commander here, but I have a pretty awesome six pack."
"You're all talk Reyes."
"Oh yeah?"
"I think so."
"Bring it WOODS!" Raven rips her shirt off quickly and tosses it at her girlfriend. The rowdy crowd cheers at the newfound nudity in the room.
The two women stand side by side to allow the crowd to size them up. Clarke eyes the women before her. She feels a little bit weird checking out her best friend, but she just has to tell herself that it is for the competition. And Raven isn't lying; she has a pretty impressive six pack going on.
Even as impressive as Raven's six pack is, it pales in comparison to Lexa's. Clarke is completely unable to tear her eyes away from Lexa's rock hard core. Clarke has to quell the urge to reach forward so that she can run her fingers down Lexa's stomach.
"Sorry Rae, I'm going to have to go with Lexa on this one."
"Of course you're going to pick her. Your lady boner for Lexa is big and distracting. You don't get a vote."
"Well your girlfriend doesn't get a vote either."
"Fine. O will just have to be the unbiased vote."
"Agreed. O?" Clarke turns to face her best friend, who is still pouting about her loss to Raven. "Which set of abs is the winner?"
"Neither."
"What? What the hell O? That's not how you judge a contest."
"Well. I am inducting another challenger into this contest."
"Who?"
"Lincoln."
"No way. You can't just add another competitor to the game."
"I can and I will. Because there is no competition. Babe."
Octavia turns to her boyfriend expectantly, arms crossed over her chest. He sighs softly before gripping the hem of his t-shirt. He lifts the shirt over his head as he walks over to Raven and Lexa.
Clarke's eyes trail down Lincoln's tattoo covered chest, stopping when they land on his abdominal muscles. As soon as she is able to tear her eyes away, she looks up at Raven with a goofy grin on her face.
"Okay. So those abs were chiseled by the gods." Clarke pitches forward slightly, running her hands down Lincoln's chest. "Yeah…so. Lincoln wins."
"Anya?" Raven's eyes lock on her girlfriend's, pleading with her.
"I'm sorry Rae, but Clarke is right. Those are perfection."
"I think that we are in agreeance. Lincoln's abs win."
"Well that is some bullshit. Y'all are some fucking bitches."
"Calm down babe." Anya steps forward to wrap her arms around Raven. After pulling away, she helps Raven put her shirt back on. The two women walk away, Raven's head hung low in defeat.
"Yassss!" Octavia cheers loudly, jumping into her boyfriend's arms. Lincoln grips her thighs to steady her, spinning her around in a circle.
"Right, so…" Clarke grabs the much needed bottle of tequila off of the counter. She tips the bottle towards her mouth, taking a healthy drink of the liquor. Grimacing as she swallows the cheap tequila, she wastes no time before taking another drink. This time she keeps the bottle tipped until another hand wraps around hers, pulling the tequila away. Lexa takes the bottle from Clarke's hand, taking a lengthy swallow of it before setting it back on the counter. Clarke's eyes roam Lexa's body quickly, and much to her disappointment, Lexa has covered her body back up.
"Come dance with me."
"Okay."
Lexa links her hand with Clarke's, pulling the blonde towards the makeshift dancefloor in the living room. They find a spot that isn't overcrowded with drunken partygoers. Lexa drops Clarke's hand so that she can wrap her arms around the blonde's waist. She pulls Clarke flush against her body, sighing as her body is enveloped in everything Clarke. The blonde's arms come to rest on her shoulders, a content sound leaving her lips as they begin to move together. The slow movements of the two women are nowhere near matching to the pace of the pounding bass falling from the speakers, but they are perfectly lost in their own world.
"Thank you for coming to the party tonight."
"Thanks for inviting me."
"Of course."
The already thumping bass changes speed as a new song begins. Clarke lets out a woot, pulling away from Lexa's arms. Before she can protest, Clarke turns around, pressing her back up against Lexa's front. Lexa's hands come to rest on Clarke's hips, fingertips pressing tightly into the skin, almost acting as an anchor for the brunette. Clarke rolls her hips against Lexa's, causing a soft groan to leave her lips.
The already electric air between them only intensifies as their most recent intake of liquor finally kick in. Inhibitions that were already low are pretty much nonexistent for both women now.
It doesn't take long for Clarke to turn back around in Lexa's arms, pressing their chests together. In a brazen move, likely brought on by copious amounts of liquid courage, Lexa slips her thigh in-between Clarke's legs. Clarke is unable to suppress the moan that leaves her lips, subconsciously grinding down slightly on the offered leg. Lexa lets out a quiet sigh, pressing her thigh harder against Clarke. Clarke rolls her hips in search of more friction. Just as she presses against Lexa's thigh again, she is suddenly overcome with a very cold and wet feeling washing over her entire body. She lets out a loud squeal and pulls back from Lexa. The smell of beer permeates the air around her, soaking quickly into her clothes.
"What the hell!"
"Oh god. Clarke I am so sorry."
Clarke whips around to confront the asshole that so abruptly interrupted her and Lexa. She comes face to face with Raven's classmate Ontari, holding two cups that are very much empty now. The cold, sticky feeling from the spilt beer elicits a shiver from the blonde as the air hits her skin.
"Somebody tripped me. I am so sorry."
"It's fine. It was an accident."
"Still. I am sorry."
"Seriously, no harm, no foul."
"Come on Griffin; let's go get you something dry to wear."
Clarke knows three things upon first waking up.
-Her head is about to explode.
-She doesn't remember the last hour or two of the party last night.
-She's not alone in bed.
She swallows a few times, trying to conjure up some moisture in her dry as the 'Sahara' mouth. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her bedmate's waist, spooning the woman from behind. Opening her sleep crusted eyes; she takes in the sight before her.
Two other things become very apparent in that moment, overloading Clarke's body with panic and the desire to flee immediately.
-She's wrapped around Lexa's body, unless she has a doppelgänger with the same exact tattoo on her back.
The last thing that she realizes is probably the most important thing of all.
-She is not currently dressed.