A/N: READ! THIS CHAPTER HAS RATED M SCENES (SEXUAL SCENES AND SCENES WITH DRINKING)
Chapter 21: Fireworks and kisses
Clarke
"Got enough Chinese, Clarke?" Octavia asked, eying the amount of food I had ordered.
"New Year's Eve tradition, O," I reminded her. We have to feed me, you, Lexa, my dad, your mom, Bellamy, Monty, Harper, Miller, Bryan, Raven, Anya, Gustus, Roan, and Indra. And you know how much food the guys can eat."
"True," she agreed. "Bellamy, Miller, Gustus, and Roan could eat a whole cow each."
We both laughed.
"What's so funny?" Lexa asked, coming out of our room. It felt so good to see her coming out on her own and communicating, even if it was just a simple question.
"Bellamy, Miller, Gustus, and Roan's appetite," Octavia answered.
Lexa smiled, barely, but she did. "I'm taking that conversation started with how much food Clarke ordered for tonight?"
Octavia laughed and I nodded. "You're eating," I told her in a serious voice.
"I am." She automatically brought her hand up, clutching her bandaged arm gently, her face guilt ridden.
"Lexa," I said softly, walking to her and cupping her cheek gently. "Don't." I ever so gently kissed her lips. "You're okay and you're getting better, that's all I care about."
"I ruin everything," her voice and cracked and I swear my heart broke a little. I wrapped my ears around her, fighting tears. "No, no you don't, Lexa. You don't ruin anything. You make things whole. Look at me, look at dad, look at Octavia, look at Bryan, look at Anya. All of us are who we are because of you. You are my fiancé, my second half, my everything and you make me happier than I've ever been. You're like a daughter to my father—our father, you're Octavia's best friend and you're one of the few people who keep that girl sane, and Bryan—well he doesn't have many friends and you always make him feel included, and you're the most important thing in the world to Anya and Gustus!"
I felt her nod into my shoulder. "Okay," she whispered.
Octavia made her way over us, throwing her arms around both Lexa and myself. Lexa laughed. Like, really laughed. I kissed her cheek lovingly, which made Octavia grumble.
"You two are so sickly gross," she groaned. I froze, but Lexa just chuckled.
"And you and Lincoln aren't?"
I let her go, trying to stifle my laughter.
"Point taken. But we never had sex on your counter!"
"Umm, no, but you had sex on our couch."
"You and Clarke were having sex in your room!"
"Yeah, and we walked out to find that. Scarred for life."
"Oh yeah? Lincoln and I are scarred for life from you and Clarke's sex on our counter!"
I walked away from the bickering girls and started making popcorn, knowing this would go on for a while. Just as I took the popcorn out of the microwave, my father walked in. I put a finger to my lips when he stared at the two girls in shock in confusion. Of course, Lexa hadn't really been out of the room, let alone talking, yet here she was standing in the middle of the living room arguing—playfully—with Octavia.
"This is better than TV," I laughed, shoving a handful of popcorn in my mouth. Dad reached for some, eyes not leaving Lexa and Octavia.
"Okay, how about the time you did it in our bed?"
"Wait—when did that happen?" I called, forgetting that I wasn't staying out of it.
"Remember your favorite sheets that magically disappeared?" she asked. "Well, I burned them."
"What the fuck, O?" my father didn't even try to hold in his laughter.
"Wait, you fucking burned them?" Octavia was doubled over laughing.
"Fuck yes! You and Lincoln had sex in our bed, on those sheets! Washing them wasn't enough!"
"Why didn't I know about this?" I asked.
"Clarke, I tell you that I caught Lincoln and Octavia having sex on our bed, on your favorite sheets, what do you do?"
"Hunt them down and kill them," I growled.
"That's why you didn't know about it."
I glared at the both of them. I almost growled I hate you both but I didn't want to take a chance of Lexa backtracking. So I just silently glared.
My father on the other hand, laughed and walked over to them, wrapping his arms around Lexa. She returned the hug, a peaceful smile on her lips.
Lexa
I'm trying. I really am. And with moment like this, with Jake or Clarke's arms around me, makes me think that I really can get better. They give me something to fight for.
"I'm hungry," Octavia's voice pulled me from my thoughts. I gently pulled out of Jake's hold.
"You're always hungry."
Jake and Clarke both chuckled.
"Lexa!" she whined.
I shook my head. "Go make something to eat."
"Lexa!"
"I just gave you permission to raid my kitchen and eat what you find. You really going to turn that offer down?"
She paused, thinking for a moment. "Nope!" she literally ran to the kitchen.
"I have a feeling we need to go grocery shopping earlier than planned," Clarke commented, watching our friend have a blast in the kitchen.
"Yep," I sighed, leaning against Jake's strong body. And held me. And I was content with that.
…
Six o'clock came around sooner than I thought was possible.
Fucking Werewolf: Yo, is the party still on?
Wrench Monkey: Yeah! Is the Chinese fest still on?!
Bob the Builder: Considering neither Lincoln or I know where O is…
Blonde Beauty: She's raiding our kitchen
Blonde Beauty: And YES the party is still on.
Blonde Beauty: I THINK
Fucking Werewolf: You THINK?!
"Party still on?" I asked.
"Of fucking course!" Octavia yelled.
"Lexa?" Clarke looked at me. "Are you up to it?"
No, I wasn't. I couldn't see everyone. They all knew what happened and I haven't seen them since. I couldn't. So I swallowed the embarrassing tears and nodded. "Yeah," but my cracked voice gave me away so I pulled away from Jake and fled to my room.
"Lexa!"
Clarke
I really screwed up. I should've said that the party tradition would have to be put on pause until next year. Of course Lexa wouldn't be ready to be thrown in with all our friends.
"I'll go," I told my father and Octavia, following Lexa to our room.
I found her lying on the bed, staring at the wall.
"Lex," I climbed on the bed, lying behind her, holding her to me. I just held her, trying to find the words. "I'm sorry."
She rolled over so she was facing me. "What are you sorry for?"
"For being insensitive. For pushing you."
She squeezed her eyes shut, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was shaking her head. "Don't apologize, please," she pleaded. "I hurt you again. Like always."
"No," I moved closer to her, pulling her so she was laying her head on my chest and she wrapped her arms firmly around my waist. "Don't backtrack, please. I need you."
"You don't."
"I do. I don't want anyone else—I want you."
And she laughed. "Déjà vu, Klark."
I frowned, confused.
"If I remember correctly, that's what you said when I was on my death bed. 'I don't want the next Commander—I want you.'"
"Yeah. And that's what it'll forever be."
She sat up and I followed. "Forever?"
I nodded. "Who are you?"
"Lexa."
"Who are you?" I repeated.
She looked confused, then realization dawned on her face and she smiled lightly. "Ai laik Heda Leksa kom Trikru."
I smiled, hugging her. "That you are."
She locked eyed with me. Then, "Osir gomplei nou ste oden nowe."
I laughed, tears filling my eyes. But they weren't pained tears; they were happy tears. Our fight is not over.
"To answer your question, Klark kom Skaikru, I am ready for the party. I'm ready for anything."
I picked up her phone, handing it to her.
"Do you want to do the honor?"
She smiled, taking her phone.
Princess Warrior: The party is SO on
Wrench Monkey: FUCK YES
Fucking Werewolf: I got the drinks!
Sword Maniac: The good stuff?
Fucking Werewolf: Don't you know me, O?
Princess Warrior: you're going to get us all drunk
Fucking Werewolf: UH, DUH. Don't you know me, Lexa?
Princess Warrior: Greeeaaat
I heard my father laughing, a relieved laugh, from the other room, obviously having read Lexa's messages.
"Care to go out with dad and O?"
She sucked in a breath and nodded.
"We're so getting wasted!" Octavia cheered when we entered the living room.
"God, no," Lexa groaned.
"Remembering last time, Sexy Lexi?"
"No." She looked at Octavia in horror. My father's mouth literally fell open when Octavia called Lexa Sexy Lexi.
Sword Maniac: Let's bring out the memories!
Sword Maniac: New Years. 3 years ago. Lexa. GO!
Princess Warrior: NO!
Bob the Builder: Lexa's first time getting drunk from Monty's shit
Monty: Hey! It ain't shit!
Bob the Builder: You know what I mean, dude
Fucking Werewolf: I remember the stripping
Princess Warrior: NO NO NO NO
Blonde Beauty: Wait, what?
"Do I want to know?" dad asked, horrified. Lexa buried her face in her hands.
"It was fucking awesome!"
Fucking Werewolf: You don't remember that, Clarkey?
Blonde Beauty: Never call me that again, Miller…
Princess Warrior: DON'T NATE. I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DO…UGH
Batman: I don't remember this?
Fucking Werewolf: WHO REMEMBERS THE STRIPPING?!
Sword Maniac: I remember you telling a very drunk Clarke to go to bed and an even more drunk Lexa to strip off ALL her clothes
Blonde Beauty: UMMM
"YOU BOTH REMEMBER THIS?!" I screamed.
"How could I forget?" Lexa groaned.
"It was fucking awesome!" Octavia laughed.
Fucking Werewolf: And I remember a mostly SOBER Octavia stripped naked as well!
Sword Maniac: FUCK YES I DID! It saved Lincoln a lot of trouble after the party
Bob the Builder: FUCK I DOD NOT NEED THAT IMAGE. I'M OUT. SEE YOU TONIGHT!
Fucking Werewolf: OUT TOO
Batman: ME TOO
Wrench Monkey: ME TOO
Blonde Beauty: ME TOO
Princess Warrior: I'll hit her for all of you
Bob the Builder: THANK YOU LEXA
Fucking Werewolf: THANK YOU LEXA
Batman: THANK YOU LEXA
Wrench Monkey: THANK YOU LEXA
Blonde Beauty: I'll take a video
Bob the Builder: THANK YOU CLARKE
Fucking Werewolf: THANK YOU CLARKE
Batman: THANK YOU CLARKE
Wrench Monkey: THANK YOU CLARKE
"Shit," Octavia bolted to the door, Lexa followed and I pulled out my phone and followed laughing, grabbing my own and Lexa's coat on the way. "You won't follow me into the snow!"
"Yes I will!" Lexa shouted.
And then we were out in the snow. Twenty-nine degrees and two feet of snow with more coming from the sky heavily. And Lexa had Octavia pinned in the snow, thank god I had the video going the whole way or I would've missed Lexa go into Heda mode and jump on the former warrior pinning her in a snow bank. Octavia squealed, swiping at snow and getting it all over Lexa.
"Fuck!" I tossed Lexa her coat and gloves and she gave me a grateful smile before she rolled a snowball and hit Octavia straight in the face. Octavia screamed and, with her bare hands, started a snowball war. Soon I was dragged in and we were laughing and screaming, throwing snowballs at each other. From the corner of my eye I saw my father laughing and videoing us. Octavia jumped on Lexa, knocking her down. Lexa retaliated by shoving snow right down Octavia's back. She let out a blood-curdling scream, vowing revenge. But she was laughing too hard to sound serious.
"Remember, Lex? 'If you even throw a snow ball at me, Octavia Blake, it will be the last thing you ever throw!'"
"Lexa threw the first snowball," Octavia defended. "That threat is void!"
"She's right," Lexa groaned before pounced on her.
And it went on and on, full of red faces and laughter.
"Holy crap, what the hell is going on?" Raven's laughing voice was what finally stopped the three of us from pelting each other with snow.
"Don't ask," Octavia chucked.
"Long story," Lexa agreed.
"Look what we have here!" Miller's voice boomed, as he appeared with Bellamy and Bryan.
"My sister, who looks like she took a major beating and was ganged up on by Clarke and Lexa."
"Octavia!" Lincoln reached for his fiancé, pulling his coat off and wrapping it around her. She stuck her tongue out at us. Lexa and I looked at each other, then doubled over laughing. Monty and Harper arrived, eying us, and we all shrugged, heading inside. This was going to be one hell of a New Year's party.
Octavia
"Body shots. We gotta do body shots!"
"O, this is a New Year's party, not a college party," Bellamy said, giving me a pointed look. Clarke's dad is here, our mother is going to be here."
"So?" I didn't really care who saw it. We were grown ass men and women for heaven's sake!
"What about me?" the familiar voice of my mother reached me. I swung around, smiling, and hugged her.
"O wants to do body shots." Bellamy smirked, ratting me out. Not that I care.
"Oh, God," mom sighed.
"Don't expect us to participate," Jake called.
"Girls only," Miller responded. "We guys aren't doing that shit."
I smirked. "Then you can't play with us girls," I teased.
"But—"
"No buts," I swung around and skipped over to Clarke and Lexa. My mother actually chuckled. "Who's first?"
"Let the guys go first," Lexa spoke up. "They want to do it the least, so make them go first."
"Love you mind, Lex!" I turned to the boys. "Miller, you're up. Shirt off."
We all laughed, even Jake and mom who stood to the side, munching on sandwiches Bryan brought. Miller pulled his shirt off, lying on the kitchen counter. Clarke finished cutting the lime and placed a slice in his mouth, sprinkled salt at his pant line, and poured the tequila in his navel.
"Raven? You feel up to it?"
"Fuck yes!"
Like a pro, Raven licked the salt and the tequila, biting the lime out of his mouth, making it look more sexual than it should. And it went down the list of guys. I happily took Lincoln and I was instantly turned on—there would be clothes shedding tonight for sure, Clarke got Bellamy and they were laughing too hard to actually do the shot properly, Harper got Monty and the poor guy was so embarrassed shirtless in front of all of us and Harper was so awkward, and Bryan and Lexa were paired. Poor Lexa definitely had no interest in guys and she looked so uncomfortable doing B's body shot.
My mom and Jake went outside to talk right after me and Lincoln's very sexual body shot and they returned right in time for the shirtless girls. I mean, we weren't entirely shirtless—we still had bras on.
"I'll go first!"
And in a swoop, I was pulling my shirt off, revealing my lacy black bra.
"I'm out," Bellamy said, bailing. I heard mom laughing, like really laughing.
"Enjoy your feast, Lincoln," Raven laughed. Miller laughed, placing the lime in my mouth, the tequila in my belly button, and the salt between my breasts. I swear Lexa, Monty, and Harper paled when they say that breasts were involved. Lincoln wasn't shy at all. He eagerly went in, tongue grazing between my breasts hungrily, lapping the tequila up, then locking lips before he ate the lime out of my mouth. I held in a deep moan and could feel the wetness pooling in my underwear. Damn it!
"Miller and Bryan—who's the lucky dude?" Raven asked, flirting all the way.
"Gay, Raven," Miller reminded her.
She groaned, then remember the missing member.
"Bellamy, get your ass out here! I need someone to take a body shot off me!"
"Is my sister decent?"
I just grinned.
"I don't think she's going to be decent until tomorrow, honestly," Raven yelled.
"Damn it!"
But he came out anyways, avoiding looking at me shirtless self. Raven pulled her top off, and jumped up on the counter. Bellamy enjoyed himself. Harper and Monty? They were so cute and awkward and definitely not comfortable being intimate in public.
"Okay, Clarke. Your turn."
Lexa
Clarke was going to be the death of me, I swear it. She kept those blue eyes locked on mine as she slowly pulled her top off, revealing full breasts barely concealed by a royal blue bra. Eyes still on my, she hopped up on the counter, lying down and miller put the lime in my mouth, the salt between her breasts and tequila on her stomach.
"Lexa," Octavia said with a devilish smile.
I was already so would up, Octavia was making it her mission to destroy me.
Clarke smirked, knowing how wound up her shirtless body was making me. Two can play this game, I thought.
So when I licked the salt off of her breasts, I sucked a little more than necessary and a little gasp escaped the blonde's lips. I smirked in triumph. I ran my tongue down her stomach, getting all the tequila, and nipped a little and I felt Clarke shudder. With lips locking for half a second, I sucked the lime out of her mouth.
Her eyes shot daggers at me, but the smug expression didn't leave my lips. Not when I pulled my shirt off and let Milly shot me up, not when I felt Clarke's tongue between my own breasts, not when I felt her teeth graze my stomach, not when she ate the lime out of my mouth.
Klark kom Skaikru had so much power over me, but I was Heda, I was strong enough not to show it to her until we were in bed tonight.
All the body shots were taken, and everyone all dressed, and were all ready to get drunk. Besides Clarke and I. we planned on having on hell of a night, and we weren't going to take a chance of forgetting a second of it.
I almost felt like myself again.
…..
Everyone was so drunk. Clarke and I, who were slightly buzzed at most, were having a hell of a time eating Chinese and laughing at everyone. Sometime after body shots, Roan, Gustus, and Anya arrived. With Jake, Aurora, Anya, and Gustus in the room, there was no stripping completely.
And I thought too soon.
"Who's going to strip and dance first?" a drunk Miller asked.
"No!" Aurora and Jake shouted at the same time.
"Come on, mom!" Octavia whined.
"NO!" Bellamy yelled. Even a drunk Bellamy didn't want to see his little sister naked. But Lincoln and Miller seemed very keen on the idea.
"Thought you were gayer than gay?" Raven pointed out.
Miller shrugged. "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't appreciate a naked woman." Then he turned to me. "Feel like carrying out the stripping tradition, Lexa?"
"No!" Jake, Gustus, and Anya all yelled.
"She's saving her sexy stripping for Clarke in the bedroom once the New Year's ball drops," Octavia commented. Three sets of hands covered ears.
…..
"Ten minutes until a new year," Clarke said softly from behind me. I jumped slightly. I had escaped the party to stand on the balcony that overlooked the city outside our bedroom a few minutes ago. She tentatively held out a blanket to me. I took it gratefully, not realizing how cold I was. I reached for her, pulling beside me, wrapping the blanket around both of us. I snuggled against Clarke, laying my head on my shoulder. She held me, kissing my temple with as much love and adoration she had.
"I love you."
I smiled. "I love you, too, Klark. More than anything."
And I meant it with every fiber of my being.
When it hit five minutes, we headed inside. Our friends—our family—were sitting in front of the TV. Clarke squeezed into a spot on the couch, pulling me onto her lap. The chatter quieted as the minutes turned into seconds.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"
The ball dropped on screen and cheers erupted in the apartment.
"Happy New Year's!"
…..
We found the puppy on the bed.
Everyone was leaving, drunk and upset about not being able to see my puppy. Our puppy, technically, but he was more mine than ours.
"Commander, off the bed," Clarke ordered. The German Shepard whined but obeyed, especially since he heard silence besides Jake putting all the leftover food away. With an excited bark, Commander ran from the room to find Jake.
"He doesn't like noise," Clarke commented.
"Who does?" I asked, shrugging.
"You, when I'm screaming your name," she smirked.
"You're trouble," I whispered. She didn't deny. My lips found her eagerly and we kissed until we needed oxygen. I backed her to the bed and she fell backwards onto it. Right when our lips reconnected, the New Year's fireworks went off, the world booming in bright colors but the only sight I cared about was the girl in front of me.