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Weight of truth

Clarke Griffin was ready to curse her luck over and over and over again. Because fucking really?

Diana, the princess of Themyscira, had a lasso of truth, and she was going to use it. And with Clarke's consent, it would be used in the bedroom, and of course, as Clarke should have predicted, that permission was going to be taken advantage of by not just Diana, but by Maria Hill, Yelena Belova, Dinah Lance and especially by Natasha Romanoff.

Clarke half felt like yelling at the five of her many romantic partner soulmates.

Really, how could she be so dumb as to think that this wasn't what was going to happen?

Because obviously, all five Natasha, Maria, Yelena, Dinah and Diana were going to use the lasso of truth to their advantage, so long as Clarke had given them permission to use it on her.

It was tied and secured around her wrists and around her waist, binding her effectively.

"Remember," Diana said, looking at Clarke's eyes with meaning, her warm, dark brown eyes gentle as she spoke, "You can use your safe word. Always."

Clarke grunted quietly as she nodded.

Diana smiled and she lowered herself onto the bed, sitting down next to the nearly naked younger woman wrapped up in the lasso of truth. Flanking Clarke, were Diana, Dinah, Yelena, Natasha and Maria.

Maria and Yelena and Dinah sat on Clarke's right side, Natasha and Diana on her left.

Clarke knew they'd stop, as soon as she used her safe word. Her safe word, being "Charger," a word that was a name-a name from a character from a cartoon show she had watched as a kid, made by a production company from a century before now, in the world before the bombs and the radiation.

Clarke knew that they'd always stop, if she ever said the name, they'd stop immediately. Unfortunately, she knew she would never say the safe word, because she never wanted to stop. She never seemed to get enough. And all of her lovers knew that.

And ultimately? That meant that she would have to tell the truth, since she wasn't willing to stop this.

And this brought the need to curse when Natasha asked her first piercing question, "why don't you think you deserve love?"

Clarke really wanted to curse at herself for her stupidity, but instead, felt the answer to Natasha's question coming out against her will.

And again, she wasn't going to stop this and use her safe word, because she knew the rewards would outweigh any frustration she felt.

This was going to be a long night.

Author's note

Not meant to go anywhere. Just a random thought I had.