A constant mental caress slowly woke Ten making her purr loudly in response. She stretched slow, noting the pain in her gut had receded but had been replaced by a different sensation. Arousal. Her entire body tingled as if fingers were ghosting across every inch leaving traces of fire behind. Combined with the mental caress, it made her moan softly, her mind still tired from the effects of the sedative.
Ten licked lips that had gone dry, a hand traveling up her clothed torso to cup an unbound breast. She gasped at the sensation of fabric, rubbing against the sensitive skin as she squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple lightly. She played with her breast eliciting another moan into the room.
Ten was not unfamiliar with her body's reactions. A curious mind and a beautiful girlfriend led to nights of exploration. She had plenty of makeout sessions with Clarke, where they explored one another's body a little bit at a time. Her mind created images of those times, her arousal building, and she applied more pressure and inciting a little bit of pain to her ministrations.
Ten felt lightning surge between each touch and head straight to her groin. Her hips bucked slightly with each surge. The need to take care of it moving her free hand to slide underneath the waistband of her sleeping pants and underwear. Intent on using the slight wetness she felt between her legs to get her started, it took her a moment to notice that something was very different between her legs.
She stilled, frozen, as her fingers encountered a hard, fleshy protrusion surrounded by hair. Her eyes snapped open. Her arousal was forgotten. Ten was wide awake and with a steeling of her nerves, looked down the length of her body. There, where she knew her hand lay, was a bulge that wasn't there before.
She screamed, her hand flying back out, and she backed straight off the bed onto the floor. Ten landed in a painful pile, her legs tangled in the blanket that had once covered her. She groaned and rolled until she was on her back and staring at the ceiling.
Loud banging and someone calling her name, both aloud and mentally, dragged her mind out of its dazed state.
"I'm alright," she yelled back, her voice raspy because of dryness. "I fell out of bed."
"Well, why'd you do that," Clarke's voice came through the intercom next to the door.
Ten groaned and extricated herself from the covers. The bulge was still very apparent between her legs. Still feeling tired, she crawled to the door and leaned against it, splaying her legs out in front of her. She stared at the bulge even as she reached up blindly to open the channel on the intercom.
As calmly as she could, she replied, "You'd fall too if you woke up with a dick, Clarke."
"A-, a what," came Clarke's startled reply.
"A dick. A penis. Phallus. Shaft. Pecker. Peter. Johnson. Schl—"
"I get it," Clarke interrupted her, and thanks to the nearby vent, Ten could easily smell Clarke's embarrassment.
Ten grinned, "Oh, come on, Clarke. There's no need for embarrassment."
Clarke sighed and leaned her head against the other side of the door, "You're totally examining it right now, aren't you?"
Ten paused in the act of sliding her pants and underwear off as heat burst across her chest and face. She drawled out, "Nooo," and continued to take them off.
She sighed in relief as the constricting underwear was finally off. Her penis was still fully erect even though her arousal had lessened.
"Don't lie, Tennyson," Clarke admonished her.
"I'm not lying," she replied distractedly as she looked at it and reached a tentative hand to run a finger down its length. The sensation caused her body to erupt in goosebumps, and she let out a soft gasp, mumbling, "Okay, so I like that."
"Oh my god, Ten," Clarke cried out, hearing Ten through the intercom. "You are so busted."
Ten huffed in indignation and replied, "Clarke, let me explain this. I went to bed, normal as can be. I woke up in so much pain, and my insides felt like they were melting, but I still looked like a girl between my legs. I pass out because of the sedative your mother gave me. I wake up aroused and to find a penis instead of a clit. I need to make sure that I'm not tripping on the drug."
Clarke sighed, "And what's your conclusion, Tennyson Cartwig."
Tennyson had been steadily running her hand over her newly developed penis as she spoke, making her hips jog slightly at the sensation. She rubbed her thumb lightly over the head, producing a touch of precum. She spread it down the length of her shaft, gripping it more firmly as she continued to stroke it.
Closing her eyes at the feeling, she replied with a voice darkened by arousal, "My conclusion, Clarke Griffin, is that masturbation is going to be a lot easier."
"Dear God," Clarke mumbled in exasperation. "You're totally doing it right now."
"Mmhm," Ten replied.
"Well, can you stop so that I can relay you news on the pack," Clarke said darkly, her voice tinged with Command.
Ten growled in irritation, but followed Clarke's Command and let her hand drop. She dropped back to the ground in a huff, not caring that her naked butt was touching the cold metal floor.
"Fine," Ten growled in response. "What's going on with the pack?"
"You're not the only one to present today, Ten," Clarke replied without preamble. "Both Bell and Rae are in Medical. Bell presented as an Alpha, and it looks like Rae's a Beta."
Ten frowned in thought, "That doesn't make sense, Clarke. Why would all three of us present on the same day? A full year earlier than those with the Blood."
Clarke shrugged and looked around to make sure no one was nearby, "I don't know. I've looked through the research, and the whole thing is unprecedented."
"And wasn't Bell's birthday less than a month ago," Ten asked, still thinking as she tried to figure out if there was any correlation.
"It was," she replied, thinking as well. "Rae's birthday was two months after yours. It's like your wolves waited until y'all were fifteen."
"That's so weird," Ten mumbled mostly to herself. She cleared her throat and spoke more clearly, "Are they here?"
Clarke replied, "Yeah. Bell's in another room and Rae's in isolation just in case it's really the flu."
Ten closed her eyes and sent out a silent mind call.
You rang, came Rae's immediate reply.
Could you have waited five minutes before you called, was Bell's.
If Clarke wouldn't let me, why should you, Ten retorted.
So, it's true, Raven said a little excitedly. You're an Alpha?
Unless there was some mixup in the presentation department, there is physical evidence to conclude that I am indeed an Alpha, Ten replied dryly. How are the two of you?
Raven let out a long mental sigh before she replied, I feel like death warmed over. They're planning on keeping me in isolation for a week.
I'm bouncing from one extreme to the other, replied Bell. I was happily indulging in the lust phase until you rudely interrupted. Now, I have the urge to rage on your ass.
Ten felt challenged by his words and let out a growl that flowed through their mind link, and she felt all three of them flinch.
Sorry, Ten immediately apologized as she fought the slow building of rage. It sounded too much like a challenge. This is going to take some getting used to.
It's okay, replied Raven. Was there something you needed, or can I go back to the nap you interrupted?
No. No, I was just checking in to see how y'all were doing, Ten answered, sighing. Clarke?
I've got nothing, Clarke replied. Get some rest, Rae. And Bell?
Yeah, Princess, he responded.
Stop thinking about our boobs, Clarke said with a snicker.
Ten felt confused as Raven laughed across the link before letting go. Bell, on the other hand, his mental grumbles were tinged with embarrassment before he let go.
"What was that about," Ten asked aloud.
"You don't remember," Clarke asked, chuckling.
Ten slowly shook her head, "Nooo."
"Thanks to the sedative Mom gave you, you revealed that you're a boob girl," she replied, laughing. "In front of not only Octavia but both our moms."
Ten groaned and facepalmed, "Fuck. My morning's nothing but a pain riddled blur mixed with a lot of emotions. Please tell me I did nothing stupid."
"According to Octavia, nothing too bad. You told her she smelled good, but it was the wrong scent. Then on the way to Medical, you expounded on the sedative's effect on you. With a lot of giggling."
"I giggled," Ten whined. "I never giggle."
"That's not true," Clarke replied, dropping her voice to a whisper. "I've made you giggle."
Ten smiled lustily, "You've done more than make me giggle, Clarke."
Ten purposefully sent memories through her link with Clarke making the younger girl groan as her scent tinged with arousal.
"Stop it, Ten," Clarke husked. "I'm already missing you, and this is making it worse."
Ten stopped sending them, but her mind continued to play her memories as her hand reached down once more and began stroking herself.
"I miss you too, C," Ten replied, her voice dripping with want and her scent calling for Clarke.
Clarke felt herself responding to Ten's call. A burning need building deep within her core. Biting her lower lip to keep from moaning, she clenched her fists and her body filled with tension, all to keep from opening the door and joining Ten.
She took a shaky breath and slid the vent closed from her side and blocking Ten's scent.
Taking another breath, she couldn't hide the tremor in her voice as she said, "Ten, I'm going to go."
"No," Ten growled out, and Clarke whined low at the authority in her voice.
"I need to go, Ten," she repeated, breathing slow, trying to rein in her arousal. "We can't do this. Not like this. Ten, I'm barely fourteen. I'm not ready for this. Please tell me you understand."
Clarke waited with bated breath as the silence built between the two. Finally, Ten spoke, and relief flooded Clarke's veins.
"You're right," Ten replied, her voice strained. "You're right, Clarke. I'm not ready for us to go that far, either. It's this damn Rut fucking with my mind. I'm sorry, Clarke. I never want to put you in this position. I swear I'll never force you to do anything you're not ready for. I'm sorry."
"I know you'd never do that, Ten," Clarke breathed out.
Ten licked her lips on the other side of the door and cautiously said, "Maybe…maybe you should stay away, Clarke."
"Ten—"
"Listen, C. Listen," Ten interrupted. "First Ruts are unpredictable. I'm having such a hard time thinking clearly right now, and it's only the first day. It's only going to get worse until I peak. I don't want to put you in a position that makes you uncomfortable like you are right now. As much as I want you here, I care about you too much."
Clarke sighed and reached up to lay a hand on the door as she leaned her head against the cold surface, "I want to be here, Ten. I want to help you through this."
"I know, babe," Ten replied softly.
"How about a compromise? I'll send you a mind call and see how you're doing," she said. "If you're doing okay, I'll come visit you for a little bit. If not, I'll try again later."
Ten nodded even though Clarke couldn't see it, "Yeah. Yeah, that's good. We'll do that. You should go."
"Okay," she replied, not wanting to leave but standing up anyway. "I gave Jackson something to give to you. He'll bring it when he brings your meal. I hope it helps."
"Anything from you helps me, Clarke," Ten replied. "I love you."
"I love you too, Ten. I'll check in with you later."
"Okay."
Both girls waited for one more word to be said, but neither spoke. With a heavy sigh and a look of longing, Clarke turned off the intercom and made her way out of Medical. Though she stopped by Jackson to remind him to deliver the present she had for Ten.
As she walked down the halls, her mind returned to the memories Ten had shared with her. Clarke felt her need rise and wished that she could take an Old Earth remedy, but water was scarce on the Ark. There was no way she could take a cold shower so, she decided on a much more pleasurable recourse. Thank the heavens that neither of her parents would be home for hours. Otherwise, things could get embarrassing.
