The Three Cs II (T)
Lexa held her breath as she heard someone climbing on the roof. She stood, hands fisted, and looked behind her to check how height was the jump.
Still damn high, that was for sure.
But instead of golden fury, what peeked from the side of the house was Anya’s head.
“Oh God, don’t give me a heart attack like this!” Lexa laid back on the dark roof shingles.
“How are you holding up?” Anya brought a blanket and Lexa wrapped it around her underwear. Clarke’s t-shirt was a little loose on her, but it had been all she could grab in her run for her life.
“Could be worse. Is she still looking for me?”
“Like a hound. Lena is on her way, and the hope is that she will de-escalate the situation.”
“How’s Clarke?”
“She’s been following Kara to make sure that, if she finds you, she won’t castrate you or anything like that. But then Kara keeps looking back at her and grunting and swearing, and it starts all over again.”
“Aren’t you supposed to protect me?”
“Have you seen Kara’s biceps?”
“Fair.”
The sisters lay on the roof, watching the sunset from atop the Griffins’ house. Day birds sang their farewell song, unaware or uncaring of the dangers that Lexa faced.
“So,” Anya said, eyes on the horizon. “How was it?”
Lexa wanted to roll her eyes at her sister, but the smile splitting her face was too large to be ignored.
4 hours before
One word to describe being inside Clarke was bliss. Lexa tried to pay attention to every detail, like the way Clarke’s breath hitched as she slipped inside, how Clarke’s nails would leave marks on her back, or the stuttering of Clarke’s hips against her eager ones. But all her alpha brain could process was warm, wet, and tight, and Clarke, Clarke.
She only realized she had been saying the name when Clarke whispered to her, “I’m here, babe. I got you.”
Lexa wouldn’t last, and it did not bother her. Going down on Clarke before had been the right choice, otherwise even this endless bliss would end up in embarrassment.
But as is, Lexa was in heaven. Her hips were singing their own ballad, and Clarke was picking up to match her pace.
“It’s okay,” Clarke said after a deep thrust, her sentence ending in a shared moan. “I want you to come.”
Lexa wasn’t hiding her impending orgasm as well as she thought, and now with her girlfriend’s blessing, she tucked her face into Clarke’s neck and continued an increasing pace in search of that final, explosive bliss.
It didn’t take long to find it.
In Lexa’s late-teens brain, people underestimated sex, because this was awesome.
She shuddered over Clarke as she emptied what felt like all her essence on the condom, sighing in content finality as Clarke held her close, murmuring soft nothings into messy curls.
“You okay?”
Lexa mumbled something close to an affirmative. Clarke kissed her cheek, nuzzling the fresh sweat there. “Good. Can you go again? I liked it.”
That got Lexa’s attention.
“Yeah. Yeah, let me just get a new condom.”
Clarke moaned as Lexa slipped out, and the dark eyes that followed Lexa's hips as she stood showed want and hunger.
“I’ll be right back!” Lexa grabbed Clarke’s shirt from the floor and her own underwear before heading to the bathroom in the hallway.
“I’ll be waiting for you!” Clarke called from the bed, and Lexa almost tripped in her hurry. With Clarke’s parents out of town and Kara away for the weekend, they had time for themselves.
And by “time for themselves”, Lexa meant time to finally fuck.
She stared at the mirror, adjusting her hair and puffing out her chest just enough to realize it’s better to leave it be. Balling the used condom in an overindulgence of toilet paper, she grabbed a new package from under the sink and she was ready to go.
She heard Clarke’s scream, and the best day of her life took a turn.
Lexa opened the bathroom door to what possibly would be the scariest moment of her life. To date, at least.
Kara Griffin had always been a protégé in sports. Tall, muscular, and charming, the young alpha rose to the highest ranks of any sports she played, achieving a full lacrosse scholarship in college. On the field, she was magnificent. Shining in golden glory under the sun, she led her team to victory in impressive, awe-inspiring performances. However, like most alphas, Kara also showed her teeth when the game delved into bruising intensity. In games like that, sweet Kara transformed into a feral leader that would stop at nothing. Due to those courageous, and a tad violent, displays, Kara earned a nickname: Red K. She would jest it was about her cheeks that turned red under the sun. How cute. But it wasn’t about her cheeks, even though they bloomed in a lovely shade of crimson and freckles under summer season sun. But no, Red K wasn’t about the famous Griffin cheeks. It was about her eyes.
Red, murderous eyes that now stared at a barely clad Lexa from down the hallway.
“You’re dead, Woods,” Kara said in a simple, final tone, and sweat pooled at the back of Lexa’s neck. Clarke, covered in her bedsheets, jumped from her room to hold her sister’s arm. Kara barely flinched, pushing her sister away.
“Lexa, run!” There was desperation in Clarke’s voice. There was death in Kara’s stare.
Brave, young Lexa did what any brave young alpha would do.
She ran for her life.
Kara’s heavy steps echoed behind her as Lexa entered the closest bedroom—destiny would make it to Kara’s—and locked the door. The thunderous kick on the door from the outside made the wood cry in protest, and Lexa knew it wouldn’t hold Kara for long. Clarke’s furious voice echoed from the hallway, but Kara was not responding.
Lexa’s strategic mind was in a loop of shit shit shit, and she looked around the room for anything that would help her, like a baseball bat, or, if she’s lucky, a gun. But the Griffins were notorious followers of a no-gun policy, and Kara kept her gear in her sacred corner in the garage. So, understandably, Lexa searched desperately through the pile of bachelor alpha stuff for anything that would save her almost exposed ass. At least the entire thing had killed her boner, which was a plus when running for your life.
Kara’s drawer had nothing but neatly folded polos and socks, and the closet was a colorful palette of button ups. Cute, but not what Lexa needed. She looked around the room while the door creaked at another kick, Clarke’s voice begging her sister to stop joining the cacophony.
Then, on Kara’s nightstand, flashing a beautiful smile in a digital picture frame, the solution.
“Call Lena!” Lexa yelled from the door, watching in horror as a wooden panel gave away and red eyes stared at her from the crack. Lexa did not squeak, but a mouse-like sound made its way out of her throat. “Clarke, call Lena!” Lexa yelled before her huntress could go for the final blow at the door.
Before Kara could bring the IKEA door to the ground, Lexa swallowed her courage and sneaked out the window.
What ensued was a shameful pursuit that neither woman would ever speak of again, which ended up with a bruised, but alive, Lexa hiding on top of the Griffin’s roof.
It was close to eight at night when Clarke climbed onto the roof with a sandwich. “Hi.” There was a beautiful rose to her cheeks, and Lexa opened the blanked so they could share its warmth. “How’s it going up here?”
“I’m alive, so it’s good. How’s everything down there?”
“Lena controlled the situation, but now Kara is being petty and hanging around the house, so you, and I quote, ‘freeze your ass up there’.”
“Fair. Will she be here all night?”
“Lena promised to take her out of the house around ten. She said Kara needs to feel it’s a win for her.”
Lexa suspected she was the one winning, but okay.
“Lena was pretty nice.” Clarke snuggled into her girlfriend, kissing her cheek. “We’re having an omegas brunch tomorrow.”
Lexa kissed Clarke’s forehead, inhaling the scent of her citrus shampoo. “Are we okay? No regrets?”
“No regrets. You?”
“I could go without almost being beaten to death by your sister, but everything else was fantastic.” She kissed Clarke softly, holding her close. “At least we can watch the starts from up here.”
“We can’t see anything from here because of the city.”
“Oh no, babe,” Lexa leaned for another kiss, this time lingering. “My favorite star is right here.”
“Ugh, stop!” Anya broke the moment by surging from the side of the house. “Go flirt somewhere else. Lena convinced Kara to leave with her. You’re safe.”
“I think we’ll stay here for a few more minutes.” Lexa looked at her sister and hoped the pull of her lips conveyed the message that she was about to get some serious smooching and Anya should leave. Immediately.
“I’m going home, and try not to die tonight,” Anya said on her way down the ladder Clarke had used. “And girls?” Her voice came from the side of the house. “Don’t fuck on the roof.”
Clarke laughed freely, and Lexa yelled a profanity.