A/N: So sorry for the delay all! I used Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machines for this chapter. Have fun!
Clarke awakens to the sound of the coffee grinder. Still adjusting to her new surroundings, she takes a minute to lie there and reflect on last night's events. She stares up at the ceiling and barely blinks, as she gets lost in the thought of Lexa's warm eyes. So deep. So sincere. So damn sexy.
She thinks of all the ways she made her feel. So many ways. She thinks of the way her body moved. Such confidence and grace. The sound of her voice. Her curves. The woman was dripping with sexuality and Clarke wanted to clean up the beautiful mess.
Clarke's stomach does a hundred summersaults as her hips start to move on their own, slowly thrusting into the blanket. She checks to make sure that the door is shut. It is. She slowly bites her bottom lip as she moves her hand beneath her waistband. Her fingers slip through the throbbing, wet area between her legs. She focuses on Lexa. Her face, her hair, her lips. Those lips. Those juicy lips that beg to be sucked on by blonde women named Clarke.
In her fantasy, Clarke grabs a fistful of Lexa's hair and draws her close to meet her with a kiss. Lexa is startled but quickly gives into it. Returning the kiss with twice the intensity. Her tongue explores Clarke's mouth feverishly while Clarke thrusts her tongue back into Lexa's mouth.
Clarke's hand begins to pick up speed. Licking her lips as she moves her other hand to her nipple and starts to tug gently on it. Her hips thrust stronger and her hand moves even more rapidly as if she must finish before she ruins it with the thought of… Costia.
Shit. Costia. She shoves her way into Clarke's mind. Clarke pushes her out long enough to complete the fantasy. She mutes her thoughts as she brings herself to climax. Her body is satisfied but her heart is heavy. Her stomach sinks down a hundred mile long oblivion.
She lies in bed long enough to soak up the last bits of pleasure her body is willing to give her. When she is ready, she forces herself into a seated position on the bed, her feet touching the floor.
She takes one more moment to take it all in, her elbows on her thighs and head heavy in her hands. She takes a deep cleansing breath, rubs her sleepy eyes, stands up and heads towards the kitchen.
She still feels sullen but a bit stronger now, more hopeful then she did before. Probably just the orgasm, but she is going to roll with it.
"Don't do it, Clarke. It's a bad idea."
"Oh god." Clarke says in half a whine, drawing out the last word, as if it will erase the previous sentence.
"Good morning to you too, mother." She says as she slowly lumbers her way onto the kitchen stool at the table.
She is temporarily staying with her mom, Abby, while Clarke's house is being renovated. The contractors misjudged when her house would be ready by a week or two.
She had lived in Asheville until she was about 14 when her family moved to Tennessee. Her mom moved back when Clarke was in college. 10 years later, Clarke is a successful songwriter and has the liberty of living wherever she wants. Right now she wants to be closer to her mom and her two best friends who she's known since she was a baby.
Abby gives her a soft smile. "Good morning, sweetie. I was just thinking about what you told me last night and I want to reiterate my views."
Clarke had mistakenly gushed to her mom about Lexa. She is incredibly wise and very kind, but she can also be very rigid where the rules of attraction are concerned.
"I know, I know. You told me as much last night."
"Well it bears repeating."
The blonde sneers while she nods her head up and down. She knows her mom is right, but she's not in the mood to hear it. Can't she just live in the fantasy for a day? An hour even?
Quickly trying to pull the focus off of her but still wanting to talk about Lexa, Clarke says, "Are you going to the Christmas Party at Bunnies?"
Abby shoots her a sad look and lets out a sympathetic sigh as she says, "Oh Clarke. Are you sure that's a good idea? Going to the party?"
"Jesus. You're joking right?" She says as she slams her fork down on her plate making a loud clanging sound. "Am I now not allowed to at least be friends with the woman?"
Abby throws her hands up in surrender then grabs a plate and brings it to the table. "Of course you are, honey. I just know you and your, uh," carefully choosing her next word, "predilections."
"I am an adult and am capable of behaving myself, regardless of my past history with the married variety." She takes a large swig of her water and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before saying, "And plus, they started it!"
Abby rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she sits down to join Clarke at the table. "Fine. Just do yourself a favor and bring a date to the party."
"Okay." She says with a doubtful tone. "I'll try to find a desperate babe in 2 weeks time but I don't know."
Her eyes look off thoughtfully in the distance as she thinks of all the women she knows. Her eyes snap back to the table. She jumps up as she says, "Ooh! I'll bring Raven!"
"She's not desperate." Abby says with a scowl.
"No, but she's a babe." She says with a crooked smirk and raised eyebrow
"True." Abby agrees as she waves her fork towards her for emphasis.
"I'm bringing Octavia as well."
"Wow. A babe on both arms! Way to double fist it, Clarke." Raven snickers on the other line of the phone.
Clarke blushes as she winces from having a brief visual. "Raven! God. No. Just, no."
Raven still cackling, "Oh, relax."
"I'm setting her up with the bartender from last night."
"Ew. That guy sounded like a sleaze."
"See, that's the thing, he wasn't though. I've been wracking my brain as to why he acted the way he did. Now that I think back, it felt almost forced. It was all very weird really." She sits on the idea for a minute, pondering the possibilities.
She hadn't thought about his behavior much until now.
"Forced? Like he was pretending to like you?"
"Yeah."
"Hm. Maybe Lexa put him up to it so that she could intervene. Come to your rescue or something?"
"No." She scoffs. "Seems a bit outlandish."
"Eh. The world is full of outlandishness. Listen, I have to run but let's meet for brunch in about an hour and continue to discuss all the possibilities."
"Okay. Sounds good. Let's go to that new place."
"Perfect. See you in an hour."
Lexa slowly awakens to the smell of coffee in the air. She stretches her arms up over her head and a blonde head comes in for a kiss.
"Good morning, baby." Costia says to a groggy eyed Lexa.
"Good morning."
"You want to go out for breakfast?"
"Is the town not closed down after last night's blizzard?"
"They cleaned it up already. Come on'. Get dressed." Costia had been up for a while and was raring to go.
Lexa, still half asleep, makes her way up and out of bed and looks at her pleadingly. "I need a cup of coffee for the drive over."
Costia says with a smile, "Of course."
Lexa and Costia make it to their favorite restaurant for brunch. As a bar owner, Lexa tries to not show favorites necessarily, and give her business to every one. However, there is no helping when you just happen to like one place over the other.
They are shown to their table. Lexa sits down and does a quick scan of the diners. Her eyes stop cold when they land on the same blonde they landed on last night. She is with a beautiful brunette she only recognizes slightly.
"What is it, babe?" Costia says to Lexa before she turns to see who was at the end of her wife's stare. "Ah. Her."
Lexa brings her attention back to the table and looks at Costia with curiousness. "Her?" She says, exaggerating the tone. "Is that Jealousy I detect?"
"What? Not at all."
Lexa gives Costia a look with an arched eyebrow.
Costia picks up the menu and puts into between their eyes so that the contact is broken.
"You can't hide forever." Lexa goads her. "Do you have a problem with Clarke?"
Her voice instantly turns severe. "I haven't even met…" She brings the menu back down to the table and brings her voice to a whisper "Clarke. How could I have a problem with her? In fact, I find it strange that I haven't met her yet. You always introduce me to your fan girls right away."
Lexa throws her head back and laughs as she repeats, "Fan girls." She looks at Costia with softness in her eyes, "I didn't introduce you to her because you were anxious to leave before we got caught in the snow. I planned on doing that at the party instead."
"How do you know she is going to be at the party?"
"I invited her."
"Oh, so she will go wherever you invite her."
Lexa throws her hands up. "Whoa. Where is this coming from?"
"Oh my god, Clarke." Raven leans close to the table and says in a whisper. "You are never going to believe who is sitting 3 tables away from us!"
Clarkes closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and let's out a loud sigh. "I believe it." She slowly opens her eyes to see Raven gawking at them. "Raven, stop staring!"
"Holy mother of all things whacky, they're coming over!"
"This should be fun."
"Clarke." Lexa says as she and Costia approach their table. Clarke melts a little at the sound of her voice. "Hello again." She says with a wide smile. Clarke can tell she's a little nervous. This is a side to Lexa she did not see at all last night. She likes it.
Butterflies are welling up in Clarke's stomach at the sight of her and she doesn't care how their interaction eventually came to pass, she's just glad that it did.
She tries her best to act surprised as she turns to face the new visitors to the table. "Lexa. Hey. Nice to see you again." She means it.
She gives a warm smile to Lexa and a polite one to Costia. She struggles with the eternal social dilemma of 'do I get up and hug them or do I stay seated?' Upon catching Costia's glance, she stays seated.
"I saw that you were here and wanted to take this opportunity to say hi again and introduce you to my wife, Costia." Lexa turns to face Costia and then back to Clarke.
Clarke reaches out her hand and says, "Oh. Yeah. Okay. Great! Hey, it's nice to meet you." That took a lot of energy. She reaches out her hand and Costia shakes it but just barely.
Hoping to break and soon end the awkwardness that is engulfing her whole, Clarke turns to Lexa and then to Raven, "This is my friend Raven. Raven, Lexa." They shake hands. Raven shakes hands with Costia because she's also polite like that.
Lexa, apparently feeling the same suffocating tension puts them all out of their misery. "Okay, well, I hope to see you both at the Christmas party. We'd better get to breakfast, but it was nice seeing you again, Clarke, and meeting you, Raven."
Everyone continues to exchange niceties and waves goodbye.
As soon as they're out of earshot, Raven leans towards Clarke. "That was the most awkward interaction I have ever witnessed."
Clarke nods as she runs her hand through her hair and leaves it there for minute, wrenching her hair slightly. "Her wife hates me already."
Raven nods vigorously as she throws back her mimosa, "Mhm. Yes, ma'am."