Raven's gaze fell over the room, trepidation filling her as she took in the scene.
What must have been a hundred lit candles filled the space, the romantic scene complete with red rose petals scattered across the floor… and the bed, where Clarke laid sprawled across the comforter on her stomach, feet in the air, hands clasped beneath her chin with a salacious smile.
She wore a black lace lingerie number Raven had never seen her wear before. The fabric stretched and strained against Clarke's behemoth chest, accentuating her cleavage nicely. What was left of the garment hugged the remainder of Clarke's curvaceous body tightly, the ends of it wrapped snugly around the blonde's warm grabbable hips.
"Uhhh, hey, Clarke. What's going on?"
A wicked grin spread to Clarke's lips as that sultry gaze locked on Raven. "I was wondering when you'd be back."
Raven swallowed hard and took a deep breath as Clarke rose to her knees, exposing her voluptuous chest in all its glory as she started to crawl toward Raven on hands and knees.
Lavender incense filled the room, it used to be Raven's favorite, but today she found the aroma suffocating and vile. It was all she could do not to gag at her suddenly sensitive sense of smell as Clarke moved closer and closer.
When Raven didn't approach the bed, Clarke continued her slow erotic crawl, probably figuring Raven was paralyzed with intrigue—which wasn't the case at all. All she could think about was how she needed to break up with this hott blonde who was finally throwing herself at Raven after so many months of coldness and indifference.
Why did Clarke have to pick now of all times to start acting like she cared!?
"I'm tired of fighting. I want things to change between us," Clarke whispered as she reached the end of the bed. "I was worried when you didn't come home last night. That's when I realized it was time to make some changes and start appreciating you more."
Oh, crap. Who was this person, and what had they done with the real Clarke Griffin!?
Clarke moved in quickly, throwing her arms around Raven's neck and crushing their lips together painfully, taking Raven by surprise. Her back crashed with the door behind, effectively slamming it shut. Clarke continued to kiss her deeply.
Unsure what to do, Raven kissed back mostly out of habit and to avoid a very awkward conversation rather than affection.
Suddenly, Clarke pulled away, touching two fingers to her lip and looking at the blood on them. Confusion laced her brows as she asked, "What happened to your lip? You're bleeding."
Raven subconsciously licked the now open cut on her lip. It must have cracked open with Clarke's brutal kissing.
"Sorry… I… walked into a tree branch," Raven said quickly, hoping Clarke believed the lie.
After a moment of inspection, Clarke seemed to buy it.
"Ouch, that must have hurt." Then, her gaze turned soft again and returned to the sexy seducing bedroom-eyes look that had greeted Raven upon first entering. "Guess I'll just have to be a little more careful with you tonight than I planned. What do you say you join me on the bed and we get a little more comfortable?"
Raven still couldn't believe this was happening. Here was Clarke, her hott sexy smart as a whip girlfriend throwing herself at Raven, promising her copious amounts of satisfying sex, and all Raven could think about was how the hell was she going to get out of this?
So many thoughts ran through her head, she didn't even realize the lack of arousal in her pants. Which had she noticed, would have only confirmed all her affirmations and urged her to end things right then and there—that would have been the smarter decision anyway.
But she didn't notice, and instead, the guilty mind took over, reminding Raven she still had a layer of Anya all over her. A layer she needed to wash away with a real shower first since the act didn't exactly work out at the cabin. They never got to it.
After the hilarious shower fiasco, Raven had went flying out of the stall when she tried to get out, nearly falling flat on her face. Luckily, Anya's weird animalistic reflexes had caught her before she could fall. Still laughing, Anya had scooped Raven up and carried her back to bed to make love one more time.
"Just… let me shower first, Clarke. I've been out all night."
Clarke's eyes lit up, that grin spreading further. "That's a good idea. I'll join you. It's been a while since we've showered together."
Well, crap.
Who was this woman!? Where was the cold, intense heartless girlfriend that rejected Raven at every turn and only cared about her own needs?
Raven turned the faucet once inside the bathroom and started to strip her clothes, feeling awkward with Clarke for the first time ever.
Blue eyes locked with Raven's the whole time they undressed, once devoid of clothing, Clarke pounced again, crushing Raven's mouth a second time, uncaring about the cut there now. Instead, Clarke sucked the injury, lightly at first, then roughly, running her tongue back and forth over it before darting the slick organ past Raven's lips.
The kiss was all over the place, Clarke's enthusiasm making it difficult for Raven to rhythmically find and dance with the tongue poking around randomly in her mouth. Had she always kissed like this? Or had the feel of Anya's mouth just ruined all other women for the mechanic?
Raven had to commend Clarke on her effort, though. The young med student had never exhibited the high energy she was showing to Raven now, those hands unusually busy.
Clarke reached behind the brunette, the slide of the heavy glass door sounding in Raven's ear as those hands roaming her body gently urged her backward into the shower.
The hot water fell over them as Clarke pressed Raven against the wall while continuing the half-hearted make out session. Fingers drifted down Raven's chest, then stomach, then lower, circling their destination nicely.
It was almost fun to have Clarke doing all the work for once—sort of. The truth was Raven had outgrown Clarke in the span of one night. Anya's prowess and touch and mere presence alone compared to Clarke's was nothing short of extraordinary.
After a single night with the grounder, no one would rise to the bar ever again, Raven was sure.
"Hey, you okay? Clarke asked, finally pulling away to breathe. "You seem a thousand miles away from me right now."
And it was that worried look on Clarke's face right there that broke Raven's heart. Clarke was trying to give Raven a good time for the first time in a long time. Perhaps she realized the end was near, that doomsday was upon them, and if she didn't make a successful last-ditch effort, she'd lose Raven forever.
Little did Clarke know; it was already too late. She'd lost her.
Whatever it was, Raven decided if this was the last time they were going to be together, then it was going to be damn remarkable—even if she was still sore from her previous love encounter.
Suddenly, Raven caught Clarke's unsuspecting lips with her own, heating things up as she switched their positions, forcing Clarke against the wall instead. Raven was grateful for their non-slip mat on the bottom of the shower just then as she lifted one of Clarke's legs in the air and shoved two fingers inside with her other hand.
Clarke gasped, her breaths turning erratic and breathless, but then something surprising and unexpected happened, something that had never happened before. Clarke didn't let Raven keep control, didn't let Raven finish what she's doing between Clarke's legs.
Instead, Clarke caught Raven's wrist and stilled its motions, pushing Raven away with the other hand, urging the brunette to release her leg and retreat.
Raven's never been more confused in her life, but she did what Clarke wanted and took a step back. A small bemused smile pulled at Clarke's lips as she raised a hand to cup Raven's wet cheek and turned Raven around again, pressing her lover into the wall a second time, out of the continuous stream of the running showerhead.
Away from the water now, Raven's nipples puckered in the cold air, Clarke's eyes darkened as she leaned close, whispering huskily in Raven's ear. "Tonight's all about you."
She nibbled Raven's earlobe before pressing a soft kiss to Raven's cheek, then did something else Clarke never ever did in the shower. She sank to her knees, peeled Raven's lower lips apart, and enveloped the mechanic in a way she never had before. Then, yet another shocking thing in that shower happened!
Clarke took her time.
Raven closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall behind her. She couldn't believe it, this never happened. Maybe a few times in the beginning when they were young, and everything was still new and exciting, but even then, Clarke had complained about the shower floor hurting her knees and the stream of water always drowning her.
As time went on, Clarke only ever offered head out of obligation or wanting the act in return, and always aimed to do so as quickly as possible.
Where had the girl between Raven's legs now been the last few years?
Clarke's strokes stayed constant, her lips latched on lovingly and sucking everything the way they were supposed to, there was just one problem. Raven felt nothing.
No arousal, no wonderful unnerving building wave of anticipation in her chest. No carnal desire of any kind. All she could feel was a determined exuberant sloppy tongue and mouth working overtime, trying its darndest to get Raven off.
She peeked down to Clarke's head between her legs, blue orbs linked with hers, eyes smiling. Raven smiled back, then rested her head back against the shower wall and closed her eyes while trying to concentrate.
Uh oh. This wasn't good. Although it felt fine, Clarke's tongue was no longer… exciting. Raven had fallen utterly indifferent to the girl between her legs at some point.
When exactly did that happen? It couldn't have been since meeting Anya. They'd only known each other a few days. It was too soon for anything like this to be happening.
Damn it! Has Anya really ruined all other women for me? After just one night!?
It would seem so, but Raven wasn't going to do this to Clarke. She wasn't going to let Clarke's efforts go on in vain; Raven would have one last orgasm with the woman if it was the last thing she did!
Slowly, she slid her fingers down between her folds, spreading herself further apart so Clarke could suck a little more deeply.
Raven almost smiled to herself, thinking how the night before (and that morning) she didn't have to hold herself open for Anya, because Anya had already done it and with enthusiasm. She always took Raven as deeply as she could right off the bat.
And with that thought, Raven's clit tingled. That's when she realized, if she was going to come with Clarke, she would have to think about Anya again.
Fuck. I'm going to hell.
Raven was officially evil, and she knew it.
Closing her eyes again, she imagined the blonde grounder there in the shower with her, down on her knees, stark naked, nipples hard as pebbles, mouth sucking and licking Raven in the way only Anya could.
The actual ministrations between her legs were gentle and sluggish and casual, but that didn't matter anymore. Because thinking about the naked biker and her ripped body, smooth skin, and overall appearance of a goddess had Raven turned on and finally sensitive enough to start climaxing.
"Mmmmm, fuck," Raven breathed.
The praise increased Clarke's ministrations, but she was losing stamina. Even with all her determination, Clarke never lasted long. Raven needed to concentrate harder because she knew Clarke was unlikely to last.
So, she let her mind go wild. Thoughts of Anya's breasts, those thick wiry hairs between her legs, naked body wearing only her jacket, then only her bandanna. Then only her bandanna on her motorcycle, the wetness between her legs leaking onto the motorcycle's leather seat.
Anya must have been on to something with this girl-jizz on the bike seat fantasy because a new flood gushed between Raven's legs immediately.
Raven sent her virtual self to the Anya in her fantasy. Stepping up to the bike, between Anya's legs and leaning in to take one long lick of that perfect neck. Dream Anya chuckled, then pulled back to eye-fuck the crap out of Raven. That piercing, predatorial gleam sent a whole new flood to Raven's core.
"You're mine, Raven," Anya breathed, her tone mystical. "Mine forever."
Suddenly, the rush of Raven's orgasm enveloped her, her entire body convulsing with pleasure. She bucked hard against Clarke's mouth as wave after wave of the climax crashed over.
"A-Ahhhh, A-Ahhhhh—A-Anyaaaaa."
Suddenly, the mouth between Raven's legs stopped, for a brief eternity, everything froze, everything was silent except for the steady stream of running water.
Raven's mouth fell open, panic rose in her chest, but she was too paralyzed to do anything about it. She had to say something, anything, but no words would come out except… "Shit."
As if to confirm every irrational fear Clarke ever had, the blonde rose to her feet. She stared at Raven a long time, not saying anything. She just stood there, motionless.
As the wheels turned, confused, suspicious eyes morphed into something unreadable. Clarke's jaw clenched together, hard. Then she slowly shook her head before finally turning around and exiting the shower, slamming the door in her wake.
Yep, I'm definitely going to hell.