Clarke stood in the doorway as she watched Lexa's truck disappear down the drive, smiling wistfully at the woman's departure. She had to bite her tongue to stop herself from inviting Lexa in, but until she had resolved her issues with Janice it would have set a bad precedent. She was already pushing the limits by inviting her to their Friday Family Dinners. Not to mention her make out session last night. That was bad form and she honestly couldn't really blame the alcohol. As soon as she had seen Lexa in that dress, she had wanted to kiss her. Okay, she had wanted to do more than that as much as she admonished herself for thinking it. There was just something about Lexa that made her want to throw the solid and good relationship she had with Janice to the side like yesterday's garbage.
Shaking herself out of her reverie, she sighed, turned around and closed the door behind her. When her gaze focused on the rest of the house, her eyes widened to see everyone standing there looking at her expectantly.
"Um, hi," she said in a weak voice. "Did I, um, miss a family meeting or something?"
They all shared a look, but it was Raven who took the lead and accusingly asked, "And just where the hell have you been, young lady?"
Clarke rolled her eyes, sighing, and made her way to the kitchen as she replied, "I was in Polis, Rae. Just like you were."
Raven and Octavia followed her as everyone else scattered now that Clarke was home safe and sound. Clarke knew they were exchanging looks behind her back, but she didn't really care. Her mind already preoccupied with thoughts of looking into Janice's family's past.
"You know what I mean," Raven said as she sat on a barstool.
Clarke ignored them for a moment longer as she poured herself a glass of sweet tea. She took a sip before she turned her attention to both girls.
Leaning against the counter, she looked them both in the eyes and said, "I spent the night at Lexa's. I was drunk and she offered."
"And," Octavia persisted.
"And nothing," she replied getting a bit irritated. "Look, nothing happened. We slept in separate bedrooms. We woke up and decided to have breakfast at the café before she brought me home."
"Then why'd you hang up on me," Raven asked glaring at her suspiciously.
At that, Clarke felt her temperature rise and she knew that she was beginning to blush. To hide her embarrassment, she took several gulps of her tea. She knew that they would continue to pester her until she told them, so she replied, "Lexa came into the kitchen completely naked. I was a little flabbergasted."
Raven couldn't hide the smirk on her face as she leaned forward, "What you really mean is that your brain quit working. God, you got it bad, Griffin."
"Shut up, Rae. I admit that she's got the body of a goddess. Your brain would stop working, too."
"Nah," she replied. "I've got better control of my libido."
Octavia snorted, finally joining in on the conversation, "Yeah, right. You've been drier than the Sahara Desert for a long time there, Rae. You gotta admit that Polis seems to produce some fucking hot people."
Offended, Raven gasped and replied, "It hasn't been that long. In fact, I spent many long hours with that Frankie guy last night."
Octavia buried her head in her hands, groaning while Clarke looked at her in disgust and said, "We did not need to know that, Rae. I'm happy that you enjoyed yourself, but, fuck, that was not something you needed to share."
Raven was grinning, intent on making them uncomfortable, "It's not like I went on about how great the sex was or how-"
Octavia quickly put her hand over Raven's mouth and said, "No, no, no. We do not need a description or a play by play. You finally got some. Let's just leave it at that. And anyway, we're lecturing Clarke, remember?"
Raven laughed and removed Octavia's hand, "Alright. I get it. So, you spent the night at Lexa's and shared breakfast. What else?"
"Nothing else. We conversed like two friends over breakfast and then she drove me home. End of story."
"Okay," Octavia said and then got a gleam in her eye. "We're cool with that, but…you guys disappeared last night. Like, way before the fireworks. Last I saw, you were dominating one of the beer pong tables. Where'd you run off to?"
Clarke sighed. This was one of those times that she wished that she wasn't so close to her friends. She knew that there was no way of avoiding questions like that and they knew her enough that she couldn't lie her way out of what happened. Nor would they just accept a bit of the truth, especially since they knew how she felt about Lexa.
She sighed again, draining her glass to buy herself some more time before she answered, "Lexa invited me to this rooftop that would give us a good view of the fireworks. You know me when I'm drunk and there's a chance of seeing shiny colorful explosives. I jumped at the chance and followed her up to the rooftop. We got drunker than we already were and opened up more to one another. Then we watched the fireworks and went to her place afterwards."
Raven narrowed her eyes in suspicion and Clarke knew that she was recalling their conversation about the kiss. Before Clarke's body could betray her feelings, she did a 180 to refill her glass. She found herself quite thirsty and prayed that it was only because she was still dehydrated and for no other reason.
Raven caught on, though, "That's not all that happened, is it? You're hiding something."
Clarke turned around, the glass pressed to her lips as she gulped the sweet tea at the same time as she shook her head, "Mm-mm."
Octavia's eyes widened, "Liar! You only do that when you did something. We know your tells, woman. Now, spill!"
Clarke slammed the now empty glass on the table, air exploded from her lips, and she sucked in air like a drowning man, "Alright! Okay! We fucking made out."
The girls shared a look, smirks spreading across their faces, but then Octavia looked concerned, "But, Janice?"
Nodding vigorously, "I know! It's just that when I'm with Lexa common sense goes flying out the window. I want nothing more than to, for a lack of a better word, ravish her. It's insane. I barely know the woman, but at the same time, I feel like I've known her my whole life. I have never felt so…"
"Enamored? Thirsty? Aroused," Raven suggested waggling her eyebrows.
"Whole. Complete," she countered, leaning heavily against the counter. "It's like, she's my other half. I have never felt so safe or completely open than I am with her. It's absolutely ridiculous."
"What, like, she's your soulmate or even your true mate," Octavia asked, leaning back, eyes wide at the implication.
Clarke sighed heavily, shaking her head, "I don't know. You know I've never believed in those old tales. And Arcadia is not a place that fosters those kinds of fairy tales."
"But we're not in Arcadia anymore, Clarkey," Raven said, leaning forward eagerly. "You admitted that she seemed familiar from the very first time you met her, right?"
Clarke nodded reluctantly, "Yeah and she told me the same damn thing. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm with Janice now and I do love her."
"But," Raven argued. "But you haven't given her a key to the place. You haven't asked her to move in. You're worried about letting her know the truth about who and what we are. Maybe there's a reason why you're dragging your feet with her."
"Let's not forget dear old grandma," Octavia piped up. "She knows you're a werewolf and threatened to out you to Janice if you didn't break up with her. That woman's a liability to our safety."
"You're right, O. That should be our priority," Clarke said, standing up and straightening her shoulders. "Before I come to any decision, I need to find out how that old woman knows and if it'll spell trouble for us."
"Then grab your laptop and start researching, woman," Raven declared, sitting straighter in her chair with a look of determination. "The sooner you find the truth, the sooner you can be face deep in your-"
"Don't finish that sentence, Raven," she said, leaning over and shoving her hand in her face. "Get your mind outta the gutter and find out if Anya did anything to my baby."
Raven licked Clarke's hand, making her whip her hand away in disgust, and laughed at Clarke's face. That made Clarke growl and jump onto the counter with the intent of taking the woman down. Raven yelped and with a speed she only exhibited for food, ran for the safety of her room. Clarke leapt off the counter after her leaving Octavia howling with laughter, falling off her stool and curling up on the floor at their antics.
The rest of their family wisely stayed out of their way, hiding in their rooms and wondering what Raven said or did to warrant a chase throughout the house. Unbeknownst to anyone, Clarke's phone decided to ring just that moment leaving the caller hanging in the wind and wondering why she wasn't answering.