"We're not supposed to being doing this," Raven breathed in Anya's ear.
The brunette sat over Anya's lap in the desk chair, pinned and primed and locked in a furious make-out session. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, only knew she didn't want it to stop.
"I disagree," Anya whispered back. "I think this is exactly what we should be doing."
She moved to pull aside Raven's slick underwear but was stopped by smooth fingertips.
"We can't," Raven panted, harder this time. She sounded close to the brink of coming. Anya could do that for her. Her fingers were so close to where Raven needed her most. "You haven't earned this yet. I need seven thousand words from you today."
"You'll get them," Anya promised. "And I don't need anything. Just let me take care of you."
Raven stared at Anya a long moment through hooded lids as she caught her breath until finally nodding her head and wrapping lithe arms around Anya's neck.
Smiling into the kiss, Anya lifted the brunette off the chair and dropped them both to the floor. The volume of Raven's moaning intensified, as did Anya's need to sate her lover. She wasted no time tearing Raven's panties from her like an animal. The garment ruined forever.
Next, Anya plunged face first into Raven's sex, her aroma heady and thick and intoxicating. Raven neared the edge quickly, but Anya wasn't ready to grant her orgasmic pleasure just yet, just at the tip of Raven's impending orgasm, Anya withdrew her tongue and traded clit for lips.
There was no time for Raven to be disappointed as Anya's skilled fingers took over clit duty. Rubbing and jerking Raven's womanhood like a pro. Touching secret places around the hardened nub that only Anya knew existed with years of learning what Raven liked.
Anya wrestled with Raven's tongue, sucking it in and groaning when her partner reversed the move. They kissed violently like that until Raven's moans became a long incessant string of pleasurable outburst. Screaming in a way that would boost Anya's ego for years to come.
When Raven finally fell limp, Anya smiled and rose to her knees, buckling her pants and fixing her tank top as Raven did the same, minus the destroyed underwear.
"That was incredible," Raven breathed.
Anya smiled at her partner. The ache between her own legs still throbbing with need but she'd have to wait. She had a feeling she'd be writing a smut scene next just to take the edge off.
Once clothes were fixed and hair was brushed out of their faces again, Anya sat behind the computer desk with a blank word doc as she watched Raven leave.
As soon as the brunette was gone, Anya reached for her phone and wasted no time texting Clarke.
Are you there?
It would've been easier to call, but she didn't want to risk Raven overhearing or know the blonde was distracted from writing.
The phone vibrated almost immediately with a Clarke's response. I'm here. Can you talk?
Raven can't know I'm distracted. Text only.
Anya's heart pounded as she waited for a reply. She wanted to get to the bottom of this already.
I really need to tell you this in person. Come meet me?
Anya sighed and looked at the clock. It was already ten, and she had a long way to go with the word quota. There was no way it was going to happen.
Please? Was the next message.
It seemed really important to Clarke that Anya heard what she had to say in person.
After a moment of contemplation, she texted, When and where?
Grounder's Grub. As soon as you can get here.
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Anya headed for the door but sure enough was stopped in the hall by Raven. "Hey, where you going? You really need to work today, Anya."
"I know. My publisher called," Anya said quickly, thinking on her feet. "They want to meet with me about something. I shouldn't be long."
"Oh? I didn't hear your phone ring."
"I had it set to vibrate." Anya had to commend herself for being so smooth. Sometimes it paid to have the mind of a writer. "Want me to bring you back anything?"
Raven shook her head. "No, just hurry. Your deadline's just around the corner. You need to have at least the first draft finished.
Anya nodded. "I know. I'll be back soon."
Anya pressed a firm, heartfelt kiss to Raven's lips before leaving. She was glad the brunette had at least lifted the rules against kissing.
After escaping the house, Anya let out a sharp breath. Her heart pounded a mile a minute. She hated lying to Raven, but she needed to talk to Clarke and couldn't explain to Raven why. Not without telling her everything. And Anya wasn't ready for that. She needed to do it delicately and through her book, as planned.
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"Make it quick," Anya said as she sat in the booth at the back of Grounder's Grub Diner with Clarke.
It was a slow day for the restaurant, and they had a table mostly alone except for the waitress taking their drink orders.
"I was still conscious after it happened," Clarke started. "My car struck the passenger side of Raven's vehicle."
Clarke stopped when the waitress brought Anya a coffee and refilled her own.
"Go on," Anya urged, ignoring the beverage.
Clarke wrapped trembling fingers around the steaming mug before pushing it away.
"I'm pretty sure Raven died on impact. I got the same police report as you. I know it says she died afterward in the explosion, but she was already dead from dying on impact —in the passenger seat."
Anya's brows knit together. She didn't understand. But then a thought occurred to her, she'd read that file a hundred times. Raven was found dead in the driver's side and alone in the car. A minor detail of course, she'd never thought to think twice about it. She had no reason to.
"Get to the point, Clarke. What are you saying?" Anya was losing her patience. She swallowed hard as dread filled her. What was she about to learn? "You keep saying someone else was driving the car. Why wasn't there another body found?"
Tears welled in Clarke's oceans as her lip began to tremble. "Because the driver didn't die. The car didn't explode for several minutes after the accident. In that time, the other woman crawled out of the wreckage and pulled Raven's corpse behind the wheel."
Anya slammed her palms on the table and shook her head. "That doesn't make any sense!"
She didn't mean to yell. But Clarke's story was too incredulous. Who could have possibly been in the car with Raven? How could the police not have figured all this out!?
"I couldn't move," Clarke continued, her voice shaking. "But I could see everything. I saw the driver flee and leave Raven for dead."
"Can you tell me what this woman looked like? Which direction she headed after fleeing the scene?"
Clarke squinted through never-ending tears as she focused on Anya unnervingly. "Not only can I tell you what she looks like, I can tell you who she is and where to find her."