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A long groan escaped Clarke's dry pink lips. "Ughhh" She grumbled and raised her arms up over her head in an insanely needed stretch. Dropping her arms back down, she wiped her hands off on a well soiled hand towel beside her and rolled her shoulders. She stood up and backed away from the easel she had been zoned in on for an unknown amount of time. Her eyes flickered across the work of art she had been so immersed in that she completely forgot the time or that her music had long since shut off.
"Huh…" She looked around for her phone. Rustling through paper towels and sketches she finally found it. Her thumb pressed into the main button and the screen lit up. It was past six in the evening and for a faint moment she felt frantic.
"Oh shit, Madi." She scurried out of her room and into the hallway before it hit her that Madi was at her mom's and Raven was out with Kyle. For a moment she thought she had failed her family but the dedication to her art had just made her completely forget it was a Friday night and that she had the house to herself. In Fact it was planned. The girls had left to let Clarke really produce for her upcoming exhibit and boy did it work. Moving back into her room she sat back on the stool she had been on for hours and surveyed her progress. Before her sat a large charcoal portrait of Madi's face. The detail was down to the beauty marks the girl had speckled on her face. The style was new for Clarke. Instead of her traditional portraits this one was almost emulated watercolor in how some of the harder lines were made to look like they were smeared downward. The swell in the girls eyes was the focal point as the portrait depicted Madi in one of the saddest moments of her life. There was more negative space in the portrait than Clarke had ever done before. The day had been spent practicing this notion as she had a pile of paper on the desk beside her that suggested trials and drafts. Satisfied with the piece, Clarke smiled to herself and pulled a sheet over the easel. In that moment she felt gross and could smell the charcoal like it had infiltrated her lungs. With that she decided she deserved a nice bath.
Clarke moved into the bathroom and drew the curtain back. She pulled the stopper up and turned the tap on as hot as she knew she could handle. While the water flooded the tub Clarke popped back into her room really quickly and grabbed her phone. Back in the bathroom, she shut the door behind herself and turned off the tap. The tub was as full as it could be without her body weight displacing it. She reached into a little white cabinet over the back of the toilet and pulled out a little black paper bag. In it was a bath bomb she had been saving for the longest time. Her fingers released the pink ball into the steamy water and she watched amused as it fizzed and flooded the water with a rosy hue and a delightful fragrance. She was ready to slide into that mixture. She shed herself of her soiled clothes and set her phone on the side of the tub. Her toes dipped into the water and the heat made its way up through her body before she could even step into the water fully. One foot followed the other before the blond lowered herself into the silky pink water. The heat was a bit much and caught her breath but the scent and comfort relaxed her enough to allow her to sink as far under as the tub would allow. She reached out of the water and dried her hand long enough to turn some music on via her phone before just allowing the tub to consumer her.
By the time she was ready to get out of the tub the water had cooled significantly and her body had pruned every so slightly. She rinsed off and finished cleaning off before creeping naked and wet to her bedroom. Once behind her closed door she blindly danced to the music still playing on her phone while she hunted for an outfit. Normally Clarke didn't go out, let alone without Raven. But tonight she felt like going out. Maybe the bath had planted some need on her soul she just had to fulfill. Between playful dancing around the room Clarke managed to pluck together an assortment of pieces that would form a sleek outfit once put on her rose-scented skin. The final look was a deep blue-green tones shorts romper with a bell-cap sleeve and a modest plunge in the front. A gold belt pulled her in at her narrowest and matched the strappy heels she fit her pedicured feet into. Her hair unkempt and wavy somehow suited the look flawlessly. A quick check in the mirror and a touch of coral lipstick, she felt so ready she had to do a double take of how beautiful she looked. With a self knowing grin, Clarke grabbed her wristlet and left seeking who knows what kind of trouble.
"Shh." Clarke whispered, and opened her bedroom door. Her other hand laced with the thin soft hand of another woman, one with long hair and a svelte figure. The two crept into the dark of the bedroom before shutting the door and flicking the light on. Looking to her companion, Clarke grinned with lust and captured the other woman's lips. The taste was sweet and made Clarke hungry for more as this set of lips was not a new treat for her. Pulling apart long enough to drink in her beauty, Clarke studied Lexa's clothed body and lusted for a fast forward feature. Lexa rolled her eyes at how hungrily Clarke looked, and pulled the blonde into her. The woman leaned into her lover and recaptured her lips, nipping the flesh and biting as she knew it would get a rise out of the blonde. It did. Clarke would moan into the kiss and push her body against the other woman, increasingly needing friction. The girls stumbled in passion toward the bed, to have a night cap of their own kind.
Being a sound sleeper, Bellamy rarely got up in the middle of the night but something lured him out of his slumber tonight. He felt antsy and needed to get up, so he did. First he went to the bathroom to see if a full bladder was keeping him awake, and while he totally did have to pee, that didn't sate his uneasiness. He slinked down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of cold water out of the fridge, idly stretching his muscles out as he walked back up the stairs. Once back in his room, he quietly shut his door and twisted the flimsy lid off the bottle. The cool water quenched his lips and his body, but nearly came spilling out of his frozen still mouth when his eyes found a view beyond his windows. It was nearing two in the morning, and the world was all but black. Catching a stream of liquid down the side of his mouth, Bellamy rubbed his arm across his face and very quickly reached over flicking the light in the room off, hiding himself from the world.
One could hope it was water he spilled, and not drool because in that moment, Bellamy had caught sight of his blonde neighbor in a heated embrace with another stunning woman, as if on display for him. Sure, her curtains weren't exactly opaque and the gap in the middle gave little to no privacy. Hiding in the dark of his room, Bellamy couldn't help but watch. Somehow while staring like a deer in lights, he managed to cup his water and set it down somewhere. His eyes couldn't remove themselves from the scene before him. Two gorgeous women passionately making out and exploring one anothers petite frames with their hands. Oh how jealous he was in that very moment.
Clarke was kissing the woman like she was hungry and the brunette was holding the secret to nourishment. The girl returned the passion with aggression, being more assertive and pushy of the two. He watched both women peel one anothers tops off, leaving the two clad in bras and hands grazing freshly bare skin. The women buckled in their embrace, presumably tripping on their way to the bed and subsequently laughing as he watched his gorgeous neighbor light up with a wide laugh he could only imagine hearing. He was fixated, so much so he didn't realize how this show was affecting him. Stirring in his shorts was a beast of arousal. As quickly as the show had begun, it had ended when the brunette pushed Clarke seductively down onto the bed and out of his view.
Snapping back to the reality of where he was, and what he was doing, Bellamy felt a pang of shame in his voyeurism. That was overshadowed by his need for release though because his hand had idly found its place under the elastic of his waistband and around the width of his shaft. His eyes searched the display across the lawn for any more life, but all was lost when one long arm appeared to reach for the cord to the very ceiling fan he installed, blacking out the light in the room and leaving him to his imagination. Disappointed in a way, Bellamy turned his attention back on his own situation and climbed into his bed to fervently relieve himself of his new frustration. It took more than one go to satiate him enough to sleep again, and his sleep was full of lustful dreams that would surely force him to wake with another problem.