"Bell, oh god, yes, please"
Lexa had heard more than a lifetime's fair share of sex noises through the wall of her apartment in the last year alone, but since the girl had moved in a few months ago she had been blessed with weeks and weeks of peaceful sleep, almost to the point that when she had woken up confused a little over two minutes ago, it took her a while to remember what the rhythmic banging noise actually was. The sound of a headboard smacking repeatedly against the apartment's shared bedroom wall wasn't one Lexa ever thought she'd forget.
"You're so hot, god, give me more, baby"
If she was being honest with herself, Lexa had been so engrossed with thinking about the next time she could sing with the girl next door in the recent weeks of their bathroom duets that she'd forgotten the girl probably had a life outside singing with a stranger in her shower. Of course this girl next door has a life. By the sounds of things she probably also has a boyfriend. Lexa tried not to acknowledge the twinge of jealousy in her gut. She was used to people having sex against her wall, this time shouldn't be any different.
"You're so hot, yeah fuck me, make me cum for you. Ooooh baby, harder! Oh god! Oh, you're gonna make, you're gonna make me-"
Dirty talk through the wall was definitely a new one, though.
Bellamy let out a low whistle, chuckling as Clarke climbed off his chest and wrestled herself into some jeans, hopping as she pulled them up her legs. "You weren't half kidding about that dirty talk thing, hey."
"See? I told you," Clarke said, "one time, this girl practically came without me even touching her. I swear to god, a little dirty talk can get you a long way."
"I was sceptical, Griffin, but that's dead set. I'm trying that one on next time."
"That's a bit rich given you basically begged me to have sex with you so you could see it for yourself. Plus since when do you talk like you're pretending to be Australian? You've been hanging out with that Chris guy too much. Isn't he Australian?" Clarke couldn't be sure but she thought Bellamy blushed at that. Though maybe he was still flushed, they had just had sex after all.
"Yeah, well, anyway. You made any progress with that hot neighbour of yours? I'm still waiting for her number, you know."
Clarke laughed, "get screwed, Bellamy, no. Plus what if she's totally my type too, I'm definitely not giving you her number then!"
"You still haven't even met her? Clarke you've been living here for over a month, lift your game, man! I gotta run anyway, thanks for the lesson," Bellamy winked and sauntered out of Clarke's apartment, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the way out.
The two of them had been having a movie night, Clarke had barely seen him since she moved in and she wanted to catch up on all the gossip. Apparently Octavia had started seeing someone which was exciting, she had to catch up with her soon too. Maybe she could have everyone over sometime, she had thought. When Bellamy asked about the girl she'd gone home with last time they'd all gone out, she told him about her dirty talk discovery, swearing by its effects. He'd asked to try it out and Clarke said yes, it wasn't like it was the first time they'd done it, and hell, it wasn't even the first time she'd had sex with someone to prove that very same point. Actually, come to think of it, both the Blake siblings had come to her with that question before. She'd have to tell them that some time, the look on Bellamy's face would be priceless.
"Lincoln, why do I care about this?" Lexa had woken up late this morning, missing her shower and the chance to talk to the girl next door. She had been planning to try and start a conversation if they sang together again to see how awkward is was between them; she hoped it wasn't too bad to prevent them from being friends. She found herself becoming increasingly fond of the girl, even with having to listen to her have loud, dirty sex that one time a couple of weeks back. At any rate, she hadn't been able to try anything of the sort out this morning, barely making it to work on time as it was. The whole ordeal had made her cranky enough to snap at Lincoln's rambling once they'd left the precinct for lunch.
"Because I'm important to you and Octavia is important to me and I don't want to screw it up."
"Have you looked at yourself recently, you're a police officer, and you're a pretty big guy, I'm sure you can take a few of your new girlfriend's "bffs.""
"Yeah, but asking me to meet her friends means meeting her brother too, apparently they all grew up with each other so her brother's going to be there!"
"Lincoln. You're over 6 feet tall, just pretend you're a hard-ass for one night and he'll back off. You'll be fine."
"Thanks for nothing, Commander, next time I try to confide in you do me a favour and remind me of this moment?" Lincoln shoved Lexa playfully on the shoulder, clearly not too bothered by her negative attitude, "I'm going to find Anya, maybe the stick up her butt is shorter than yours today."
"Actually, you know what? I hope this girl's brother beats you to a pulp tonight." Lexa tried to keep a straight face but broke out into a grin as Lincoln turned to walk away from her. "Later."
"Octavia Blake, you better be joking right now," Lincoln spun a cackling Octavia around in his arms, having picked her up as she tried to run away from him. He dug his fingers into Octavia's sides, making her giggle and squirm.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, let me down, no, my parents aren't going to be there!"
"That isn't even remotely funny Octavia, your dad is my boss! I want the Commissioner to know who I am but not because I'm dating his daughter!"
"Well he's going to have to find out sooner or later, I don't like hiding things from people, you know that" Octavia said, she had told Lincoln about what had happened to her growing up soon after they had started dating. Being the child of a Police Commissioner made her a target, and when she was 6 years old she was kidnapped, spending the next 10 years of her life trapped in the basement of a madman who was hell-bent on inflicting pain on her family. When they had finally found her it had taken a while for her parents to adjust to her being alive again, believing that she had died soon after being taken. Her brother Bellamy had been the only one to treat her like she wasn't some fragile doll after she was rescued, she hadn't been fragile for a long time after what had happened to her, but no one seemed to get it except Bellamy.
"I know, baby, please don't think I'm trying to hide you, but your dad has the power to ruin my career in a heart-beat. I don't think either of us are ready for him to know about us yet."
"Yeah, okay, you're right. Last time I introduced Dad to someone I was seeing he nearly killed the poor guy, Mum had to jump in front of him so he couldn't reach the kitchen knife he'd been going for."
"Oh my god, Octavia you are not helping!" He reached out again, pinning her to the kitchen bench and tickling her until she reminded him they were going to be late.
"Come on, big guy, you don't want to be late to Clarke's do you?"
They ended up being very late, tickling turning into making out in the kitchen until Lincoln looked at the clock, swore and scooped up the scones he had made on his way out the door, Octavia trailing behind him.
"Just take a right here and then it's the apartment block on the left," Octavia directed.
"This one here?"
"Yeah, 128, the parking garage is just down there, Clarke said we could use her passcode to get in."
"A friend of mine from work lives in this building too, small world hey?"
They parked and made their way up the stairs, Lincoln attempting to talk himself out of panicking at the thought of meeting Octavia's brother and mostly letting Octavia direct him without paying too much attention to their whereabouts. Finally reaching the right floor, Octavia pinched Lincoln to bring him out of his reverie.
"Come on, Lincoln, we're here, get your head in the game," Octavia said, reaching forward and knocking on Clarke's door.
It had surprised Octavia at how nervous Lincoln had been about meeting Bellamy, but she was starting to get worried. He was clearly worked up about the whole thing, still inside his own head to the point that she really didn't think he knew where they were or remembered what they were doing. Before she could reach out and stop him, however, he had walked the few steps to the door next to Clarke's and knocked.
"What are you doing?!" Octavia hissed and dragged him back roughly by the back of his shirt, causing him to fumble and nearly drop the plate of scones in his hands.
"What?"
"We're going to Clarke's party and you just knocked on some random person's door, what were you thinking!"
Lincoln was clearly as confused as Octavia felt, looking between the two doors as though he was trying to piece something together. "I don't know, I'm sorry, I was just on auto-pilot coming up the stairs and when I saw the door I just-"
Before he could get out an explanation, Monty appeared on the other side of Clarke's door, taking one look at the two people standing outside and slurring, perhaps somewhat drunkenly, "Octaviaaaaaaaa."
At the same time the door from the apartment next door swung open, revealing a very puzzled Lexa, who, upon seeing the same two people Monty had, just said; "Lincoln?"
"Lexa?" Lincoln said.
"Lincoln?" Octavia said, clearly trying to understand what was happening.
"Octavia?" Lexa questioned, raising her eyebrows.
"You know each other?" Monty questioned, looking between Lincoln and Lexa.
"Yeah from work-" Lexa got out before being cut off.
"Perfect!" Monty exclaimed, grabbing Lexa by the wrist and throwing an arm around Octavia's neck and dragging them all inside Clarke's apartment.