The Three Cs (M)
Every piece of clothing was gathered from the floor, the bed, and the desk. Books lined up on shelves; discarded cups had been brought to the kitchen; shoes rested where they belonged on the shoe rack; and all in all, Lexa had done a pretty good job cleaning her room.
She dropped her dirty piles of clothes at the laundry room and searched for the box of those flower-scented wipes her mom used to clean the floor, finding them in the cabinet on top of the dryer. She ran back up the stairs to her room with the wipes and air freshener, just in case.
"Okay, what the hell is going on here?" Anya, laundry basket on her hips, stopped by Lexa’s door, suspiciously scanning the room.
"What are you doing here?" Lexa asked from the floor, where she was making sure the light wood laminate was not smelling like last week’s noodles or Snickers’ playground.
"I came for the weekend. Kara drove me from campus. But focus: why are you cleaning your room? I didn’t know you did that."
"Ha-ha." Lexa trashed the used wipe and pulled out a clean one. "Kara’s in town, too? Don’t you guys have a game on Monday?"
"Home game; we’ll be back on Sunday." Anya changed sides as she balanced her laundry basket, her frown in place. "Lexa, for real, why are you cleaning your room?"
Heat flushed on Lexa’s cheek, and she ignored her sister to wipe the floor at the side of her bed, finding a forgotten shoe in the process.
"Oh my God," Anya exhaled in a laugh, and Lexa cursed under her breath. "You have someone coming over!"
Lexa shushed her, pulling her sister inside her room by her arm and closing the door behind her, eyeing the hallway as she did so. "Can you keep it down?"
"Mom and dad are working; you thought you had the house for yourself... Lexa Woods!" Anya slapped the side of her sister’s arm, the stinging slap making Lexa blush even further.
"It’s not like that." Lexa wriggled with the wipe in her hands.
"Who is it?" Laundry basket forgotten on the floor, Anya pushed Lexa to sit on the bed and followed, the mattress bouncing when she sat down. "Anyone from senior year? You’ll be in college in a few months, so you’re partying now?"
"It’s not like that," Lexa repeated, discarding the wipe in her hand. She ran a hand over her hair, blowing out a long breath. "It’s kind of new, and I don’t want to jinx it."
Anya considered her sister, looking her up and down. Lexa worried her lips, her eyes fixing on anything but the searching look on Anya’s face.
"It’s Clarke," Lexa blurted out, and Anya’s eyes widened.
"Oh my God, that’s so cute; you guys are like childhood sweethearts!" She smiled down at Lexa, too sweet to be genuine.
"I’m serious, Anya, and you can’t tell Kara."
All jokes dropped from Anya’s expression. "Oh no, Kara." Realization hit, and Anya held both of Lexa’s hands, squeezing them tightly. "You can’t screw this up, Lexa. I just made varsity; you really can’t screw this up."
Lexa swallowed dryly at the thought of the very athletic, very protective alpha, who was no one else but Clarke’s older sister.
"Oh no." Anya closed her eyes. "You guys are not fucking, are you?"
"Jesus, Anya," Lexa whispered, eyes on the door. "No! Not yet. I mean, we made out a couple times, but..."
"You can’t screw this up, Lexa. I’m serious." Anya used her older sister's voice, which, granted, used to work better when Lexa was younger.
"Don’t you have somewhere else to be?"
"I’m going for dinner with Kara, yeah." Anya stood up, picking up her laundry basket. "Don’t worry, I won’t tell her that my baby sister is tonguing her baby sister."
"Thank you." Lexa’s tight smile dripped with irony.
Anya made it to the door, but stopped and looked back over her shoulders. "Has dad talked to you about the three Cs?"
Lexa’s entire face heated up in embarrassment. "Yep. Now go!" Lexa stood up and started pushing her sister outside her room, kicking the door open.
"Mom is going to get really pissed if you stain the covers."
"We’re not going to have sex!"
"Don’t forget the three Cs!"
Anya’s laugh filled the hallway as Lexa shut the door. One glance at her watch showed she still had twenty minutes before Clarke arrived. Knowing Clarke, they would end up doing some actual studying, but after making out behind the gym and in the omegas’ locker room last week, Lexa was hopeful they would get some action whenever the omega would allow a break.
Soon enough, Lexa heard Anya leaving the house, her obnoxiously loud keychain echoing in the living room. Sooner than she hoped to be prepared, she got a text from Clarke, who biked there from her house a few blocks down.
They should be studying. Senior year was almost over, and they indeed had an essay to finish by Monday.
But how can an eighteen-year-old study when their crush for a good part of a decade sat on their bed and looked up with shy blue eyes? Lexa honestly tried to keep their study session going, but how could she when Clarke was smiling like that?
"We should finish this paragraph before..." Clarke’s voice trailed off, lost in a sigh, as Lexa kissed her cheek.
"We have the entire weekend to work on that," Lexa said, her smirk in place when Clarke took a deep breath but didn’t pull her away. "C’mon, Clarke, we’ve been at this for almost two hours now."
"One hour and a quarter, which does not qualify as almost—" Her breath caught in her throat as Lexa went for another kiss, this one on the sensitive skin right under her ear. "Lexa," the omega pleaded, her eyes darting to the door, hands in a tight grip on her book.
"My parents are not home, and Anya is out for dinner with Kara," Lexa explained, her mouth working on Clarke’s neck as she turned to offer more skin. Lexa moved her full, dark blonde hair from her neck to explore it thoroughly.
"Kara was babbling about some special pizza." Clarke closed her eyes, her book hitting the floor when she moved to give Lexa more room.
"Which means they will stay there for a while and we have the house for ourselves," Lexa whispered against the reddening skin and placed one hand under Clarke’s chin, gently pulling her for a kiss.
"Did you plan this?" Clarke asked when they parted after a quick, sweet kiss.
"To the detail," Lexa confessed, leaning for another kiss that lasted longer.
Lexa enjoyed this. She enjoyed the feel and touch of Clarke’s body and the heat that emanated from every inch of her. The way Clarke’s hands would tangle in her hair, asking for more without words. They had done this a few times before—and the kiss when they were ten did not count—and each time Lexa pushed a little further, just a little.
Or a bit more than a little, as Clarke exhaled once her back hit the mattress, and Lexa snuggled between her legs as if that was the natural order of things.
"This okay?" Lexa asked after wiping her mouth on her hoodie sleeve; she had never kissed someone as much and as deeply as she had Clarke, and she loved every minute of it.
"Yeah," Clarke breathed, pulling her down by the hoodie’s strings, their teeth clashing in a deep kiss.
Lexa wasn’t sure who started it, but soon their legs were tangled in a push and pull that got her blood going south. Clarke’s hips lifted from the bed at every breath, meeting Lexa’s growing erection through both of their pants. It was messy, uncoordinated, and fun, and Lexa did not want it to stop.
However, focusing on both the kissing and this new hip-moving-clashing-humping was proving to be a challenge, so Lexa latched her mouth on the base of Clarke’s neck and focused her energy on dragging her proud hard-on right where she hoped Clarke wanted it.
Clarke’s legs spread wider at the welcomed touch, the omega exhaling loudly against Lexa’s hair. The hands on Lexa’s back dug their fingers into the covered muscle there, just enough to show appreciation, and Lexa sped up her tumbling hips.
Gosh, she was hard. Could people come from this? Was that a thing? Clarke responded to each move with a thrust of her own hips, so she must be into it too. The feeling of warm pressure on her core, the friction of her jeans against Clarke’s, how hot it was where their bodies touched. Clarke’s scent, heady and ripe, was sliding its way through Lexa’s mind until all she could think was Clarke, and all she could do was Clarke and—
Warm, clumsy hands pulled Lexa from her spot on Clarke’s neck so their lips could meet in a kiss that was all at once reinvigorated, desperate, and searching. Lexa moaned into Clarke’s mouth, letting herself be guided into the kiss as her hands gripped on Clarke’s jeans, pulling her closer, closer, desperately closer, so Lexa could figure out why Clarke’s legs were so deliciously warm.
And that was the moment her phone decided to buzz with a shrill cry of a call, Anya’s special ringtone filling her room.
They shared a breath, panting, gray-green eyes blown in clear arousal as Clarke’s steel blue was light and attentive.
"Do you need to get that?" Clarke’s voice was high, and it broke halfway, forcing her to clear her throat.
The phone stopped ringing and started again, insistently.
"It’s Anya," she said, rolling off the warmest spot she had been in her life and pulling her hoodie down to cover her obvious erection. She reached for the phone and watched Clarke’s eyes zero in on her pants before widening and searching for anything else in the room. "What?" Lexa hissed into the phone.
"Lexa, my darling sister," Anya started.
"Anya, now it’s not the best—"
"Just calling to let you know Kara is giving me a ride home and we’re bringing leftovers! And we’ll be there in, like, two minutes."
Lexa had to give it to her: Anya had her moments as a good sister.
Like now.
Clarke jumped from the bed first, adjusting her shirt and combing her hair with her fingers.
"Guess you heard that," Lexa said mostly to herself, throwing the phone on the crumpled bed. "You okay?" Lexa stood up, stopping Clarke’s fingers with her own to kiss her knuckles gently. "With what we did, I mean." Lexa’s eyes searched Clarke’s face, watching the red mark on her neck, her kiss-swollen lips, and the way her breath hadn’t gone back to normal. The young alpha gulped.
"Yes," Clarke said shyly, leaning down to kiss her blushing alpha. "You know I’m okay with exploring things with you. I haven’t done a lot, but—"
"Me neither," Lexa blurted, her hands gripping Clarke’s harder. Clarke laughed, the tension between them dissipating into a comfortable warmth.
"I’m okay with figuring things out with you," the omega confessed, her thumb caressing Lexa’s palm.
Whatever Lexa was going to say got lost in a groan at the sound of the front door opening. The familiar booming of Kara’s laughter, followed by Snickers' barks, reached all the way upstairs.
"Are you okay with..." Clarke’s blush deepened as she pointed to Lexa’s pants, still painfully tented.
"Oh." Lexa looked down at herself and coughed, scratching the back of her neck. "The fear I feel for your sister’s lacrosse stick hitting my head is doing wonders to cool me off."
"Okay." Clarke didn’t correct Lexa, which made the alpha gulp.
She could indeed picture Kara in her full lacrosse gear, face painted for war, ready to destroy Lexa’s face. Or at least her nose; Kara has done that to many girls in her years playing in high school and college. The girl was unstoppable.
"Lexa?" Clarke’s tone was concerned, and Lexa shook her head at the image of Kara basking in her blood. "You okay?"
"Yeah, good." She looked down; her problem was not so visible anymore. "See? Already working. Let’s go down."
They found Anya in the kitchen putting the pizza box on the counter, and Kara spread on the kitchen floor, giving Snickers, the Woods’ beagle mix, belly rubs. Or Snickers giving Kara belly rubs; one of the two was happening.
"Hey, guys." Lexa aimed for casual, reaching for a pizza slice, while Clarke blushed, kneeling down to caress the dog too. "How was dinner?" She asked while perching on the stool next to the counter.
"Pretty good. How was your dinner?" Anya, that little shit.
"Dinner was awesome!" Kara spoke from the floor, lifting the beagle in her arms as she stood. "Murphy gave us an extra pizza as good luck for the next game!"
"Which I insisted we should share." Anya pointed to the slice on Lexa’s hand.
"Can I put these in the car? It wasn’t fun biking here with four books," Clarke asked, and Kara threw her the keys without looking. Clarke opened the front door, and Snickers jumped from Kara’s lap, running for the door as if his life depended on it.
"I got him!" Anya said to anyone in particular, running after the always-excited beagle.
"Sorry!" Clarke yelled from the door but continued to the car parked in front of the suburban house.
Without Snickers elaborate breath, the kitchen was quiet. Kara, tall, blonde, and poised as all Griffins were, hummed low in her throat and drummed her fingers on the counter.
Without knowing why, Lexa started to sweat.
"How’s the scholarship program going? Think you’ll make the team?"
Lexa nodded, taking another bite from her slice. "Yeah, Coach thinks I can make it."
They heard the triumphant yelp from Anya outside and Snickers’ disappointed whine.
"Lexa, I need to tell you something." Kara fidgeted with her glasses, blue eyes moving from the ajar front door and Lexa.
Lexa swallowed her pizza, familiar steal-blue eyes zeroing in on her. Lexa’s hair in the back of her neck stood on end at the dominant alpha scent that spiked from Kara.
"If you hurt Clarke, or touch her the wrong way, or say something that makes her cry, or basically if you fuck things up with her," Kara said each word without blinking, taking a step closer to Lexa, who just stood there, pizza slice in hand, mouth open. "I will break your legs." Kara punctuated her sentence with a light touch on each of Lexa’s knees.
"Got him!" Anya announced from the living room, carrying Snickers while he licked her face.
"Awesome!" Kara’s tone was suddenly light again, and she walked to the living room to side hug Anya and pat Snickers’ head one last time. "I’ll text you on Sunday," she said before closing the front door.
Anya washed her hands in the kitchen sink, sitting on the opposite stool from Lexa.
"Okay, spill, what happened? You look like you saw a ghost." Anya dried her hands with the towel on the counter, then went for a pizza slice.
Lexa, still a bit frozen, blinked a few times to process what had just happened. "Kara said she would break my legs if I hurt Clarke."
Anya shrugged, biting a large piece from her slice. "I think she could actually do that," she said with her mouth full.
"Anya! You’re supposed to defend me!"
"Okay, I wouldn’t let her break both of your legs."
Lexa groaned and put her head down, her forehead hitting the cold counter. "That answers if she knows."
"You did notice that Clarke has a hickey, right?"
"What!" Lexa pulled her head back, eyes wide. "Really?"
"What did you think was going to happen when you sucked her neck?"
Groaning again, Lexa’s forehead hit the counter once more.
"So, are you dating?"
"We haven’t talked about it," came Lexa’s muffled reply, her face against the cool marble.
"So you have time to suck her neck but not to make her a proper girlfriend? Lexa."
Lexa groaned at the slight admonishment.
"The Griffins are close to our family, to Daddy." You can’t just fool around with Clarke and treat her like any girl."
Lexa mumbled something against the counter.
"What was that?" Anya tapped the counter next to her sister’s head. "Speak up."
"I want to date her!" Lexa lifted her head, her loud yell echoing in the kitchen. "I want to date her!"
"Jeez, I heard it the first time." Anya grabbed another pizza slice, ignoring the fact she just came back from dinner like any young alpha. "Why don't you just ask her?"
"It’s not that simple."
"You’re making it complicated. The poor girl let you, of all people, kiss her, so she will probably agree with having you hanging around like a keychain."
Murder dropped from Lexa’s eyes as she glared at Anya. "Our height difference is not that much."
"Sure champ. So, you guys are having sex or..."
"No, I told you." Lexa rolled her eyes. "We’re still figuring things out."
"But if that happens, you know what to do and stuff?"
Lexa lifted her head to find Anya’s eyes fixed on her nails and the faintest of blushes on her high cheekbones. Lexa squinted at her sister.
"Look, I’m just making sure you’re prepared, okay?" Anya rolled her eyes, one hand pulling her hair to the side. "Do you have condoms? Do you know how to put it on and all?"
Lexa’s ear felt warmer, and she shook her head. "I don’t have any, but I suppose putting it on is not that much of a mystery."
"It’s not, but watch a YouTube video or something to be sure. C’mon, let’s get you something so you can be ready if anything happens." There was a small smile on Anya’s lips, a rarity when it was directed towards Lexa lately. With both sisters being alphas, they usually ended up in arguments and fights wherever Anya visited.
"What did you do tonight?" As they headed upstairs to Anya’s room, the teasing came back to her voice. "You looked like you had a little fun."
"Anya!"
"Hey, I’m helping you out here!"
"I know. Thanks."
"So, second base?"
"Anya!"
Lexa wasn’t sure how things escalated.
Or maybe she knew exactly how it happened but didn’t want to complain. She would never complain as long as Clarke’s tongue continued to do that almost ticklish but nonetheless arousing swirl right under her jaw that made her knees buckle.
She came to the Griffins to study, and they were indeed doing that in the living room—Abby was home and Lexa did not plan on making any moves with Clarke’s sire so close—but Clarke said she needed to get a book from her room, and Lexa followed because, well, what if she needed help carrying a single book, and hey, here they were, making out next to Clarke’s overflowing bookshelf, her room door unlocked on a Thursday night.
Lexa bit her lower lip to hold a whimper as Clarke’s tongue continued to explore the delicate, oh-so-thin skin of her neck. She was hard, her hands gripping Clarke’s waist to press her closer, the omega purring softly at the consistent contact.
It was too much; it was not enough. Lexa wanted more.
The first warning came when Coffee, the family cat, rudely strolled into the room and pawed at Clarke’s legs as if watching her human with her tongue on someone else’s throat was ordinary. The low meow came, and Lexa looked down to watch the black cat paw at Clarke’s shins.
"Not now, Coffee," Clarke whispered, but she didn’t move to push the cat from her leg. She took a step away from Lexa, picking up the fluffy feline, much to Lexa’s protest. "Did mom forget to give you dinner?" Clarke held the cat from under its armpits, his tail sneaking on her arm in a sign of affection. She gracelessly put Coffee in Lexa’s hands, who just held him from behind, his yellow eyes focused on Clarke.
"Why do you always do that?" Lexa complained, keeping the cat at arm’s length. "You know I’m a dog person."
"He likes you." As if to agree with Clarke, Coffee meowed in Lexa’s arms, wriggling his butt to make his opinion known.
It turned out Coffee was a godsend, a beacon of light in the dark, because the next thing Lexa knew, Abigail Griffin herself was opening the door, reading glasses on, holding a purple pamphlet.
"Clarke, is Kara’s next game an away game or..." The older alpha stopped on her tracks, moving down her reading glasses to see Clarke, blushing a beautiful shade of plump, next to Lexa, who held Coffee—the little hero—in front of her, covering any possible signs of what they were doing before.
Coffee meowned.
"Lexa, hi. I thought you were downstairs," Abby said, a small smile in place as Lexa felt her ears warm.
"Yeah, we just came up to get a book," Clarke explained, her eyes going around the room to land on the discarded book at her desk.
Abby hummed, unimpressed, and used her feet to open the door completely. "Doors always open when you have visitors, honey," she said, and Lexa knew what it meant and what she had figured out. Lexa might be in trouble.
"Yes!" Clarke replied, her cheeks an oh-so-lovely pink.
Abby looked them in the eyes, Lexa gulping and Clarke sweating, and walked the few steps inside to open Clarke’s bedroom window.
Lexa was mortified.
Coffee meowed again, and Lexa could swear the cat was smugly enjoying her torture. His tail flicked happily, and he licked one of her fingers.
Clearing her throat, Abby left the room.
"I’m dead," Lexa said once they were alone. She finally freed Coffee on the floor, and the cat wasted no time walking a slow figure eight around her legs.
"It’s not that bad; I’m eighteen," Clarke argued, but they both knew it was indeed bad.
"We need to tell them." Lexa sat on Clarke’s desk, her legs shaking. "We need to tell our families that we’re dating."
"Wouldn’t it make it official?"
Lexa’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. "You don’t want it to be official?"
"No, no, it’s not like that." Clarke moved next to her, one hand on Lexa’s shoulder. With Lexa sitting down, she towered over the alpha. "You know this is important to me."
"So why not tell? Kara knows. Your mom probably has an idea." Lexa waved her hand at the open window. Abby must have scented them. RIP Lexa.
"She barely saw anything."
"I had to use Coffee to cover my—" she pointed to her pants. "I’m so sorry, Coffee," she apologized to the cat, who meowed at the sound of his name.
"Okay, first, don’t you ever do that to Coffee again. He’s innocent." Clarke leaned down to scratch in between the cat’s ears. "Second, I just don’t want everyone to know about our business."
"We don’t need to make an announcement or anything... We can just be honest. I don’t think they will make a big deal out of it."
Clarke took a deep breath, tucking some of Lexa’s curls behind her ear. "Okay. I’ll talk to mom and dad."
"Anya knows too."
"I hope you’re right about them not making a big deal."
Lexa hoped so too. But after they finally finished working on their assignment and Lexa was all packed up and ready to walk back home, Abby offered to drive her with the cheap excuse that she needed to talk to Gustus about something at work.
And that was how Lexa found herself next to Detective Abigail Griffin, walking to her own house's front door as the older alpha did not say a single word on the short drive. Lexa had a worrisome idea that she was about to make a big deal of it.
Abby was polite, made some small talk to Gustus and Indra, and asked Gustus to follow her back to the car. Lexa sneaked to the window, watching her dad nod his head as Abby talked to him. Her dad’s expression was light until it wasn’t, and he frowned deeply and looked at the window, his eyes catching Lexa’s. Lexa ducked.
"What are you doing?"
"Jesus Christ!" Lexa yelled at the voice right behind her ear, completely falling to the floor. "Are you insane, Anya? What are you even doing here?"
"I don’t have classes tomorrow," Anya said as if it explained everything. "Why are we spying on dad? And why is Abby here?"
Lexa, from the floor, her cheeks burning, saw the moment the pieces fell together in Anya’s mind, her brown eyes lighting with excitement.
Too excited for someone whose sibling might soon die.
"Oh…" Anya’s lips froze in a comic ‘o’ shape as she prolonged the single syllable. "Did Abby catch you guys? You’re in so much trouble."
"Anya, please—"
"Lexa." Gustus’ tone was not one for games. "A word in the study, please?"
Anya had a megawatt smile as the door closed behind Lexa.
Gustus’ face remained impassive, not giving away his emotions. "Help me clean the knives." It wasn’t much of a question than a request, and Lexa nodded. She usually enjoyed helping her father clean his weapon collection, but as Detective Gustus Woods lined his knives on his desk and Lexa watched, she felt she was in trouble.
"You know Abby and I were partners for a long time, right?" he started, eyes on his knives and the cleaning cloth as Lexa pulled out the oil to hydrate the wooden handles. "I’ve had her back, and she had mine, and we’re still like this today. We were there for each other’s weddings. Anya’s first toy was a gift from the Griffins," he continued, focused on the task at hand and not meeting Lexa’s eyes.
"When Kara was born, we made a pact that only intensified after Anya. If anything happened to me, Abby would help your mom and take care of my girls as if they were her own." He finally looked up, his dark eyes unreadable as he met his daughter’s stare. "And I would do the same thing for Jake and her girls. Do you know what that means?"
Was that a rhetorical question? Should Lexa actually try to answer that?
"It means." Gustus saved her from the mental dilemma. "It means that I love Abby’s kids just as much as my own. Which makes it very hard to hear from her that you and Clarke have been sneaking around."
"Dad…"
"Let me finish." Gustus used the oiled cloth to polish one of his knives, a hunting knife made of red cedar and deadly sharp. "I didn’t raise you to sneak around unmated omega’s bedrooms. But especially not Clarke’s, Lexa."
"We’re dating," Lexa blurted out, hands on the desk, eyes wide. That made Gustus stop and raise an eyebrow at his youngest.
"Are you and Clarke dating?"
"Yes. It’s a bit new," she explained, heat rising to her cheeks. She did not want to upset her dad, as he held a deadly weapon.
"Does Abby know?"
"Clarke said she would tell them."
Gustus hummed, his eyes on his knife again. "And are you being intimate with her?"
"Dad!" Lexa placed her head on the desk, a habit she never quite grew out of whenever shame lit up her face.
"I just told you Clarke is an important girl, Lexa. Do you remember the three Cs?"
"Yes, I do, but we’re not there yet," she mumbled against the desk.
"Do you have condoms?"
Lexa lifted her head at that, her blush somewhat under control. "Anya gave me some."
"Traitor!" came Anya’s voice from outside the office, and Gustus laughed quietly.
"Get inside and close the door, Anya."
The oldest Woods did as her father requested, widening her eyes at Lexa, who simply shrugged.
"So you both have condoms," Gustus said as both his daughters sat opposite him in his office.
"Yes, daddy."
"Yes, dad."
"Anya, are you getting STD tests done after every partner?"
Anya blushed so deeply. Lexa could see freckles that usually just came out in the summer. "Yes, they have a clinic on campus."
"Good. And you"—he looked at Lexa, eyes squinting, lips lopsided—"are ‘not there yet' but are prepared nonetheless."
Lexa nodded. She just wanted to disappear and get this over with. At Anya’s expression, she suspected her sister shared the thought.
"And you both remember the three Cs?"
"Consent, caress, and condom," they repeated together, somewhat lamely, but it pulled a smile from Gustus nonetheless.
"Good. Now get out of here; you two are growing up too fast." Gustus dismissed them, and Lexa was the first to bolt to the stairs.
"Hey!" she called for Anya before she could shut the door to her room. "Have you had many partners?"
Anya shook her head. "Not really. Two."
"Did you date any of them?"
"I would’ve told you if I had."
Lexa nodded, her hands behind her back. "Thanks for the help downstairs. I don’t think I would have survived another talk about the three Cs by myself."
"He’s right, you know. Clarke’s important."
Lexa’s cheek felt hot all over again. "Yeah. I know."
Once in bed, she texted Clarke.
Your mom told my dad, and I had an impromptu sex talk with dad and Anya.
Clarke’s response came a couple minutes later.
My dad only stopped crying after I told him I was a virgin. Apparently he’s emotional about his "baby growing up too fast."
My dad made sure I had condoms.
Lexa just realized her mistake after the message was sent.
Oh. I guess these talks are easier for alphas. Dad wants me to get birth control. Mom is not a fan.
Taking a deep breath, Lexa felt a rush of blood in her pants. The idea of Clarke taking birth control because of her because one day they would have sex—wow, it was a bit too much. And also not enough.
At least Kara wasn’t there.
I might have told her. Sorry! I needed help on how to talk to mom and dad.
She will kill me if I make the team.
Anya will protect you.
No. Anya will team up with her to beat me!
That’s actually very possible. But don’t worry. I’ll be there to give you band-aids.
And kisses to make me feel better?
Yeah. Lots of kisses.
A heart emoji followed the text for good measure, and Lexa’s heart accelerated, fluttering happily in her chest.
Her phone buzzed again, and her smile faltered when she saw it was Anya’s text.
Kara just told me you molested their cat.
Lexa rolled her eyes, replying to Anya's text with a selfie showing her middle finger.
Her phone lit up, and she saw Clarke’s message.
Apparently, you’re my girlfriend now.
I’m okay with that.
Good night, then, girlfriend.
Good night. Girlfriend.