There's a time jump here. We've gone from the beginning of February to the end of May. Let me know what you think! (For real, comments are like food for a writer's soul!) Also, we're coming to the end here. Only another 2 or 3 chapters left. I've been asked about a sequel. My answer to that is: maybe. It really depends on how much interest there is in one. So if you'd like a sequel, let me know!
There is smut in this chapter. You've been warned!
After the duel, things settled considerably for the students of Arkadia College and the University of Polis. The prank war started up again but the first time AC students went too far, Raven and Anya were there to put an end to it. Little pranks, funny pranks, pranks that didn't endanger anyone or risk academic careers were okay. It only took a couple dozen AC students finding their cars on top of buildings to get the point.
Once the mini prank war was ended, Clarke found herself with all kinds of extra time. She took to going for long walks, sometimes alone, sometimes with Lexa. She watched the birds flying through the air and the squirrels scurrying along the ground. Stumbling upon a raccoon was one of her favorite memories from that spring. She'd long associated the masked creatures with her girlfriend thanks to that conversation in Grounders.
Finals came and went, Lincoln graduated, Anya decided to attend summer courses to graduate early, and Bellamy accepted a TA position at Polis so he could start work on his doctorate. He'd jumped at the opportunity and was already teaching a class. The other Delinquents wrapped up their school years and mentally checked out for the next few months. For Clarke and Raven, their last of undergrad was daunting enough to cause nerves. Octavia was both preparing for the babies and trying to plan her junior year. Monty and Jasper were going away for the summer, MIT had offered them both an internship. It was the longest the group would be separated since childhood. Tris was already moping around, even while she worked on her summer coursework. And Lexa… well Lexa was determined to enjoy her last summer of freedom before adulthood and Heda duties distracted her.
"We're going away for the weekend!" Lexa announced out of the blue one day in mid-May.
"Where are we going?" Clarke asked. Then she glanced around at her friends, "and who is we?"
"All of us," Lexa replied.
Jasper raised a hand, "Monty and I are leaving tonight for MIT."
"Don't remind me!" Tris whined and buried her head in Monty's neck.
"So it'll be me and you and whoever else wants to go," Lexa rolled her eyes at her sister before turning to Clarke again.
"We're in," Raven said.
"Are we?" Anya arched a brow.
Raven nodded, "Yes, we are. I want to see this cabin where Clarke had the best sex of her life."
"It's not like the sex was great just because of the cabin Rae," Octavia laughed from her spot at the kitchen table. She took another bite of her cereal and chewed carefully. "We both know how great Lexa is in bed don't we?"
"True," Raven nodded.
"I'd argue that Heda is better though. So much louder when Heda pays a visit to the bedroom," Lincoln teased Clarke.
Ducking her head, Clarke tried to fight the blush. It was no use. It was no secret that Lexa was the best she'd ever had.
"So just me and Clarke then. That's fine by me," Lexa glared at her brother.
"How close is the closest hospital to the cabin?" Octavia asked.
"About thirty minutes. Why?" Lexa responded.
"I'm thirty-seven weeks pregnant," Octavia answered.
Lexa nodded. She hadn't thought about that. "Maybe we postpone the friend trip up there until everyone can go?"
"Oh no you don't! I'm going!" Raven announced.
"We'll be fine, I just wanted to make sure there would be help nearby if needed," Octavia added.
"So six of us?" Lexa guessed.
"Seven," Tris held up a hand. "I can do my school work just as easily there."
With a nod, Lexa turned and headed toward the door, "get packed then! We're leaving bright and early tomorrow!"
"This is the cabin?" Raven stared at the structure before her. "This is not at all what I was picturing!"
"What were you picturing?" Anya asked.
"A cabin. Like… you know… logs and two rooms and a loft or something," Raven answered.
Octavia chuckled behind her, "Rae, this isn't 'Little House on the Prairie'."
"But still. I wasn't expecting this!" Raven replied.
The friends took in the cabin. It didn't look like too much from the outside but it was larger than they'd expected. Instead of interlaced logs, there were cedar shingles. The slate roof glistened with the dew of the morning. A welcoming jade green door beckoned them closer.
"There are five bedrooms. Three down stairs, two upstairs. Clarke and I are taking the master suite," Lexa said as she carried Clarke passed their friends. She paused just long enough for Clarke to unlock the door.
The others watched them disappear into the cabin, leaving the door wide open behind them. A few moments later a door opening and closing could be heard.
"Well that didn't take them long," Tris rolled her eyes.
"They'll be out in a little while," Lincoln said. He glanced at the women around him, all of them staring up at the cabin still. "Why don't you guys go and claim rooms? I'll grab our bags."
"I'll help you," Tris replied. "I'll just take my old room. Upstairs on the right."
Before anything else could be said, Raven and Octavia walked/skipped into the cabin. Anya sighed when she heard her girlfriend's loud proclamation of disbelief carried through the open door.
"What the fuck?!" Raven shouted.
"This is a house guys. It just looks like a cabin!" Octavia's head popped through the doorway. She glanced back inside before she laughed and said, "Anya, I think you might want to come and get Raven. She's so interested in exploring I think she's about to disturb Clexa."
"Lexa will kill her!" Tris laughed.
With a huff, Anya ran into the house, just barely catching Raven's fist in her hand before she could bang on the door to the master bedroom. The younger woman turned to glare at her. Anya shrugged and pulled Raven behind her to the bedroom she always used when she came for a visit.
"This is our room," Anya said, closing the door behind them.
"It's very you," Raven responded. She circled the room, studying the art and other decorations on the walls. "The painting of the trees is pretty awesome. And I'm really digging the sword over the door."
"That was my great-grandfather's sword," Anya explained.
"Family of badasses. I knew I loved your for a reason."
Shaking her head, Anya held up her hands in front of her. Raven's advance on her stopped.
"If we start that now, the others will harass us for the rest of the trip. Just save it for tonight." Anya said. At Raven's pout, she chuckled and said, "Keep it up and I'll hold out for the whole weekend."
"You wouldn't!"
"Try me Reyes," Anya winked and left the room.
Meanwhile, in Clexa's room
"Lexa," Clarke panted, her back arching, forcing her shoulders against the door behind her. "Hodnes…"
A moan of pleasure was Lexa's only response. She sucked on Clarke's neck, nipping gently before soothing the skin with her tongue. It hadn't been her intention to drag Clarke to the bedroom immediately upon arrival. Then the cabin came into view and Clarke's hand squeezed hers and memories of their first visit flooded her mind. It had been nearly six months since that trip and Lexa only found herself more intoxicated by her girlfriend.
"Please Lex," Clarke whimpered.
"What do you need Meizen?" Lexa whispered against her throat as she dragged her nose from Clarke's pulse point to her chin and down again.
"We can't… I mean we shouldn't…" Clarke tried to fight her response to Lexa. It was the brunette knew exactly what buttons to push to get Clarke's mind to melt into a haze of love and lust. And to be honest, Clarke didn't hate it.
Lexa shook her head, her lips never detaching from Clarke as she murmured, "I'm Heda. I do what I want."
"They're going to know what we're doing," Clarke sighed and tipped her head to the left, allowing Lexa more room to work.
"Do you care?" Lexa asked.
The moment of hesitation in Clarke's response was all Lexa needed. If she really want to end their make-out sessions, the blonde would have said so. Instead, she thought about it.
"Let them be uncomfortable," Clarke whispered. Her fingers dove into Lexa's hair, pulling her away from her neck and up for a searing kiss.
Lexa's soft moans turned to full on groans, her hands drifted under Clarke's shirt and pressed her girlfriend more firmly against her. Their breasts met, even through the layers Lexa could feel Clarke's hardened nipples. One of Lexa's hands slid up to press between Clarke's shoulder blades while the other remained on the small of her back.
Without pulling away, Lexa took a careful step backwards. Clarke followed without hesitation. A dozen or so more stumbling steps later and the back of Lexa's knees met the side of the bed. After one last moan, caused by Clarke's tongue delving into her mouth, Lexa pulled away to scoot back on the bed and remove her shirt and bra as quickly as possible.
Blue eyes flared with desire at the sight of topless brunette. Clarke allowed her wandering eyes to take a moment to study her love. The sculpted stomach, the small but perfect-size-for-Clarke's-hands breasts, the ink etched into Lexa's bicep, and, Clarke's favorite new edition to her girlfriend, the tattoo Lexa surprised her with after the duel.
"I still can't believe you had that done," Clarke traced the ink on Lexa's right shoulder gently.
It was a combination of the Trikru and Sorakru symbol. Something Anya and Tris had helped Lexa come up with.
"You're it for me Clarke, just like I'm it for you," Lexa replied. She held her hands out for Clarke to take, wanting to feel her again.
Pulling off her shirt and bra, Clarke allowed Lexa to help her up on the bed. "I love you."
Lexa's response was to pull Clarke down again, bringing their flesh together and forcing out twin moans for pleasure before lips and teeth and tongue met again. The fight for dominance was never very long between the women. Lexa wanted to show Clarke exactly how much she was loved and the blonde had absolutely no objections to that.
Unable to stand not having her girlfriend naked and under her, Lexa hooked her legs around Clarke's hips and rolled them until she was straddling her. She bit down on Clarke's lip, sucking ever so gently before releasing and grinning at the nearly black eyes staring up at her. With a smirk, Lexa lowered her lips to Clarke's ear, whispering endearments in Trigedasleng while her fingers slid into the waistband of Clarke's yoga pants and underwear. Trailing kisses down Clarke's neck, Lexa shuffled down her body, leaving kisses and nips everywhere she could reach, her lips never leaving Clarke's skin. She dragged Clarke's clothing along with her, only to be rudely interrupted when she couldn't remove them completely.
Finally lifting her head to see what the issue was, Lexa laughed. Neither of them had removed their shoes. Clarke's Chucks were impeding her progress. Lexa stood from the bed and helped her take off her shoes before removing Clarke's clothing. Then she removed her own, stumbling to the side once or twice in her haste to be completely naked and over her girlfriend again. Of course, Clarke lazily dragging her finger through her own wetness and moaning Lexa's name didn't help with the brunette's concentration.
"Meizen," Lexa moaned. She finally freed one leg from her skinny jeans and began the battle to free the other. "Why the fuck do I wear these?"
"Because they make your ass look amazing," Clarke's breathy reply sent a shiver through Lexa's body.
"I love you," Lexa said. "So much."
"I know Hodnes," Clarke nodded.
Once free from all clothing, Lexa jumped back on the bed and moved over Clarke. Their legs slotted together effortlessly, each pressing a firm thigh against the other's core. Soft lips met in a hard kiss and hips began to move. Hitched breath and quiet moans filled the room as they began to rock together. Then, much to Clarke's displeasure, Lexa broke the kiss again and sat up.
"I want to try something," Lexa explained.
She moved carefully, lifting one of Clarke's legs and shuffling their centers closer together. Blackish blue eyes widened immediately. Lexa's gaze was focused on Clarke's core, staring hungrily at the wetness and shivering at the heat. Then, lifting her head and meeting Clarke's eyes, Lexa reach between them and gently ran a finger through Clarke's folds. She dipped lower, just barely pressing her finger into Clarke before pulling out and moving her finger to circle Clarke's clit.
"Lex," Clarke whimpered, "please."
"I know Meizen, I know," Lexa soothed.
With all the care she could muster, Lexa spread Clarke's center as wide as she could before doing the same to herself. Green eyes never left blue as Lexa lowered herself onto Clarke. The moment their clits met, both women froze with pleasure. Pressing down a bit harder, and barely biting back a loud moan, Lexa pulled her hands away. She placed one hand on Clarke's hip and the other wrapped around Clarke's thigh. After a pause, a brief moment to savor the pleasure of their pulsating bundle of nerves pressed together, Lexa moved her hips forward.
Absolutely nothing could have stopped Clarke from groaning. Lexa's movements were both agony and pleasure beyond anything Clarke had felt before. She watched as Lexa's hips rocked forward and back over and over again. Then, just as Clarke's hips started to grind up to meet hers, Lexa changed her movements and began to circle her hips. Clarke gasped. Her left hand moved to grasp Lexa's right. Lexa responded by lacing their fingers together and resting their hands on Clarke's stomach.
Unable to stop herself, Lexa went back to thrusting against Clarke. She was close. She knew Clarke was too, the blonde was letting out the breathy moans and whimpering Lexa's name the same way she always did just before she reached her orgasm.
"Clarke," Lexa groaned a little too loudly for someone who knew she had guests just on the other side of her door. "Please Meizen."
"What do you… fuck Lex… what do you need?" Clarke asked, her head pressed back against the mattress, her back bowed.
"Your lips," Lexa gasped and thrust harder still. "Kiss me!"
Moving quicker than she thought she could, Clarke yanked her hand out of Lexa's and pulled herself up onto an elbow. Her other hand grabbed Lexa by the back of her head. Their kisses now were sloppy and wet, both women focusing on their hips and the thrusts that brought them closer and closer to the edge.
Ultimately it was Clarke who pushed them over. She shifted her hips up into Lexa's, forcing their clits to rub even harder together, and bit Lexa's bottom lip hard enough to draw a little blood. That was all it took. Lexa's hands tightened on Clarke's hip and stomach. The loud keening groan and the pressure on her clit threw Clarke over the edge too. Nothing stopped Lexa's hip though, she just kept pressing and circling and grinding down. As soon as they came down from their first orgasm, they were launched into a second almost immediately thanks to a twist of Lexa's hips.
Finally, Clarke had to lower her hand to Lexa's stomach and push gently. She whimpered in relief when her sore clit was exposed to the air but she wouldn't allow Lexa to pull away from their kiss. Even when Lexa sighed and dropped to the mattress next to her, Clarke's lips followed her. Only the need for a deep breath could force Clarke away. Lexa immediately rolled onto her back and panted with a goofy grin on her face.
"Meizen?" Lexa turned her head to watch Clarke's recovery.
"That was…" Clarke shook her head. She couldn't find a word to convey how amazing that was. "Stupendous."
"I'm glad you liked it," Lexa smiled smugly. She opened her arms and wiggled a brow to beckon Clarke into her embrace.
Gladly falling onto the brunette, Clarke shuffled as close as she could. She threw an arm over Lexa's stomach, immediately tracing the abs she adored, and a leg over Lexa's thighs. After a few minutes, Clarke lifted her head so she could watch Lexa.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just love you," Clarke replied. "And you should be glad that I do because we both know Raven and Anya are not going to let us forget this."
"They can say whatever they want. That was amazing and nothing will taint the memories," Lexa replied. She pressed a finger under Clarke's chin and dipped her own head so they could share a sweet kiss.
Clarke hummed contentedly. When Lexa's head dropped back to the mattress again Clarke giggled, "are we going to do this every time we come here? Have mind blowing sex before we even unpack?"
"It's tradition Clarke," Lexa answered. "You know how I feel about tradition."
"That…" Raven's eyes kept flying back to the door separating them from Lexa and Clarke.
"Sounded amazing?" Octavia nodded.
"Fuck yeah it did," Raven agreed. "I didn't know Lexa could make those sounds."
Octavia nodded and stirred the spaghetti sauce she'd made. "Clarke's a lucky woman."
"I think we're all lucky. Those Woods siblings all seem to know their way around the bedroom," Raven replied. "Sometimes Anya does things I've never even thought were possible. And then, before I can think about it, I'm almost certain my brain starts to melt."
Lexa's groan interrupted them. The friends turned and found Lexa and Clarke standing in the doorway, not looking at all ashamed. Clarke was sporting a series of love bites down her neck and chest, disappearing under her t-shirt. Lexa's tank top revealed even more bites of her own.
"Don't say things like that," Lexa whined. Her forehead dropped to Clarke's shoulder.
Reaching up, Clarke gently ran her hand over Lexa's face and pushed a lock of chestnut hair behind a tiny ear, "Lex, they just heard us having sex."
"I don't want to think about Anya in the bedroom." Lexa answered.
"You should be proud of your sister," Raven said, her smile growing. "Her prowess is nothing to joke about."
"Raven!" Lexa huffed.
"Seriously, mind-melting is putting it mildly," Raven added.
Octavia chuckled and nodded, "Lincoln can do this thing with his hips that makes me – "
"Okay! Enough of that!" Lexa's head lifted so quickly she almost head-butted Clarke. "Where are my siblings anyway?"
"They left after the third 'fuck Lex… right there' I think," Octavia answered.
"No, it was the 'Meizen… harder!' that did them in," Raven argued.
"We don't sound like that," Lexa and Clarke said at the same time.
"Actually, it was the first thump against the door and moan that followed that sent us running," Anya said as she walked through the front door.
Tris followed her in, "You couldn't even wait for tonight?"
"No," Lexa shook her head. "When I need Clarke, I need Clarke."
"Gross," Lincoln sighed.
After an uneventful rest of the morning and afternoon, the friends played games well into the night. The three couples spent the first few hours after lights out trying to outdo each other. Or… Clarke, Raven, and Octavia tried to outdo each other. Their partners were just participants in their game. Of course, being competitive, it didn't take long for the Woods siblings to start giving it their all.
The next morning, Tris was highly unimpressed.
"You people suck," she grumbled.
"You're only mad because Monty wasn't here to help you compete," Raven winked and reached for the bacon Anya placed in front of her.
"That is my baby sister," Lexa groaned. She glared at the Latina, "please never say like that about her again."
With a shrug, Octavia responded, "I think we'd all be a little dumb to think Tris and Monty aren't sleeping together."
"They aren't. And they won't be until after they get married," Anya snapped. No one was allowed to touch the baby of their group. "And they won't be getting married for at least another ten years!"
"As if any Woods could hold out for that long," Lincoln chuckled.
"Moving on!" Clarke rested a hand on Lexa's shoulder, keeping her in her chair. "Lex and I are going… somewhere she won't tell me today. Can we all meet back here for dinner?"
Anya and Lincoln nodded. Octavia shrugged again, concentrating on her oatmeal. Raven was still poking at Tris, teasing her about the previous night, while the younger woman blushed profusely.
"So be back here by six tonight. We'll make dinner together?" Lexa asked, glancing around the table and receiving nods of agreement.
Twenty minutes later, Clarke and Lexa were on their way to their mystery date. Lexa drove down one dirt road after another. Clarke held tight to Lexa's right hand, placing random kisses to her fingers or wrists, and hummed along with the radio.
After a car ride that lasted just under an hour, Lexa pulled up to a small house.
"We're here," she grinned over at her girlfriend.
"And where exactly is here?" Clarke looked around. She didn't see anything special about where they were. Just a small Cape Cod style house and a large barn nestled in the woods.
Lexa hopped out of the Jeep, rounding the hood quickly to help Clarke down. She led the way toward the house, explaining as they walked.
"Remember at the Yiron Swega, when I told you I had a surprise for you?"
"And the surprise is you're taking me somewhere to kill me?" Clarke asked cautiously.
"Of course not!" Lexa replied.
Clarke giggled and nudged her with her shoulder, "so what is it?"
Holding up a finger, Lexa knocked on the door. Moments later, an elderly man answered, smiling when he saw the brunette on his porch.
"Heda! Monin! Yu soujon? (Heda! Welcome! Your travels?)" He spoke quickly, his smile never leaving his face. Then he caught sight of Clarke and the grin grew, "Wanheda! Monin! Heda gouba yu raun ait? (Wanheda! Welcome! Heda is treating you right?)"
"Pro Braddock! Oso soujon don ait, (Thank you Braddock! Our travels were good)" Lexa answered. She wrapped an arm around Clarke's waist, pulling her closer to her side, "Chit yu op lagon. Wanheda ste dig au Trig. (Speak slowly. Wanheda is learning Trig.)"
"Apologies Heda!" Braddock changed languages quickly. "I didn't mean to offend!"
Shaking her head, Lexa replied, "No offense was taken. She's just learning the language. Feel free to use it. I can translate if she doesn't understand."
"Please," Clarke nodded in agreement.
"Can we go out back? I'd like to get Clarke her gift now," Lexa grinned at the blonde.
"Of course! Go right ahead. Everything is taken care of!" Braddock agreed. He ducked back into the house for a moment, returning with a key. "Just let me know when you're leaving so I can lock up again."
With a nod, Lexa led Clarke around the house. They made their way toward the barn, Lexa practically skipping with excitement. Clarke held her hand tightly, too caught up in the sight of joyful Lexa to realize her girlfriend was trying to get her to move faster.
"Lex," Clarke laughed. She ignored the tug on her hand and asked, "what is going on?"
"Hurry Meizen!"
"Why?"
"Your surprise!" Lexa replied, pulling harder on Clarke's hand.
Finally reaching the barn, Lexa slid the key into the padlock and opened the door just enough for Clarke to enter. Following behind the blonde, Lexa closed the door as soon as she could.
The sounds of dogs and puppies filled the air. Clarke's eyes searched for the source, but she didn't see any canines.
"Lexa?"
"Go ahead, just go straight," Lexa gave her a gentle shove between her shoulder blades.
So that's what Clarke did. She walked toward the back of the barn, the sounds of barking and yipping getting louder with each step. Finally, she moved through a curtain she hadn't even realized was there. Then she gasped.
"Lex?"
"Clarke?"
Dropping to her knees, Clarke allowed the litter of pups to swarm her. She laughed and giggled as they climbed over each other to get to her. She glanced back at her girlfriend, the brunette standing just off to the side watching it all.
"Are you going to join me?" Clarke asked.
"It's better if you pick for yourself Love," Lexa shook her head.
"Pick what?"
"Your pup," Lexa answered, her smiled growing exponentially. "I figured the Sky Princess could use a Grounder pet for protection when her Grounder can't be around."
Clarke's sniffled turned to choking breaths. Lexa had bought her a puppy?
"A puppy?"
Lexa scratched at the back of her neck for a second before replying, "technically a wolf cub."
"A wolf?" Clarke responded.
"Yeah, Braddock's family has raised them for generation. He wasn't at the Yiron Swega because he was helping this lot through their birth. He's one of yours by the way. A member of Sorakru I mean." Lexa explained. She'd wanted to tell Clarke about the pup immediately. Then the duel happened. Then midterms and finals snuck up on them. She hadn't found the right time, then Braddock had called and told her the litter was ready. "You have first choice. Any pup you want."
Clarke just stared up at her. Lexa had really bought her a puppy. "Lex, this is a big deal."
"I know. But you need someone around to protect you when I can't be there," Lexa replied. She kicked at the dirt floor. "I just want you safe. Plus you wanted to practice your Sorakru skills right?"
"I meant I was thinking of switching to veterinarian science, not thinking of getting a dog!" Clarke said. She stood and brushed her hands on her jeans. "I did by the way. Switch majors I mean. No more future surgeon Griffin here, just future vet Griffin. Embracing my heritage feels good. But Lex, a puppy?"
"If you don't… I just thought…" Lexa didn't know what to say. She hadn't expected anything from excitement from her girlfriend.
Lips crashing into hers stopped her fumbling over words. Lexa caught up quickly, wrapping her arms around Clarke's torso, her hands falling to rest on the small of her back. She returned the kiss with vigor, eager to figure out exactly what Clarke thought of the gift.
Moments later, Clarke pulled away and smiled, "you bought me a puppy!"
"Technically Braddock offered you a pup and I said yes for you."
"Don't ruin this," Clarke scowled for just a second before her smile returned.
"Go pick your four-legged friend Clarke," Lexa gently turned her to face the litter again.
With a shake of her head, Clarke reached behind her to pull Lexa to her side. "I want you to help."
"It's going to be your pup Meizen," Lexa tried to argue.
"We both know this pup will be ours. There isn't any use in pretending otherwise." Clarke rolled her eyes when Lexa huffed and puffed about that. "Lexa, just help me. Beja Hodnes."
"Using Trig is cheating!" Lexa whined.
"I'll use any means necessary," Clarke shrugged before pressing quick kiss to Lexa's cheek. "So which one do you like? I like the black one there. He has your eyes."
Gasping, Lexa's head turned quickly to her girlfriend, "take that back!"
"No. He has adorable green eyes. I speak nothing but the truth!"
Of course they went with the black one with Lexa's eyes. Even though Lexa argued against that statement adamantly. Braddock came out to the barn to chat for a while before Clarke and Lexa had to head back to the cabin. He chuckled good-naturedly when Clarke mentioned the pup's green eyes.
The drive back to the cabin was filled with whimpers and tiny howls of a pup just separated from his mother. Lexa fought the small smile that tried to surface at the sniffles coming from her girlfriend.
"Lex," Clarke whispered, her voice wavering slightly. "He's so sad! Maybe he isn't ready?"
"Meizen, he's almost nine weeks old. He'll be fine."
"But listen to him!" Clarke turned in her seat to watch the pup in the carrier Braddock had given them. "Maybe I could hold him?"
Keeping her eyes on the road, Lexa reached for Clarke's hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing. "You're a soft touch Griffin."
"Lexa, come on. We're almost to the cabin anyway," Clarke replied, her tone turning into a pout.
"Then you'll be fine keeping the pup in his cage like we agreed. It's safer for all of us. He can't squirm away from you, you can't try to chase after him with your seat-belt still on, and I won't get distracted by how incredibly adorable you are when you're holding our fur baby."
"Fur baby?" Clarke laughed. "I'm telling Anya you said that!"
"Do that and I won't touch you for the rest of the weekend," Lexa threatened playfully.
The snort that came from Clarke in response was anything but ladylike. Lifting their joined hands, the blonde pressed a kiss to the back of Lexa's, "I'd sort of like to see you try. We both know you can't resist me. I'd give you an hour max. Then you'd have to take me up to our room and have your way with me just to prove you can."
"Oh yeah? Well I resisted you enough to get you back to the cabin without you pulling the pup from his cage," Lexa winked at her as she shifted the Jeep into park.
"Not what I meant and you know it," Clarke said.
Bringing up a shoulder in a shrug, Lexa exited the vehicle and rounded the hood to open Clarke's door. Her girlfriend already had the wolf pup in her lap by the time the brunette opened the door. Rolling her eyes, Lexa helped Clarke to the ground before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and heading toward the cabin.
"What is that?" Raven shouted as she burst through the door.
"Is that what I think it is?" Octavia asked as she clapped excitedly next to the Latina.
"Puppy!" Lincoln shouted, jumping from the porch and sprinting to the couple.
So... what should we name the pup?
