The Three Cs III (T)
Anya was the luckiest woman alive.
She kissed Raven's giggles as she tossed her wonder woman mask away, finding the girl's mouth in a fit of laughter of her own. Raven sighed contently and made more room for them in her car's passenger seat. The 20 year old Malibu groaned, but held firm as she spread her legs on top of Anya. Raven was always blabbing about how soon the car would be vintage, the old grandma holding firm for two generations of Reyes. Basically that seat had seen its fair share of college kids making out on top of it, and Anya didn't mind adding a few miles tonight.
As the windows fogged and pants grew unnecessary, Anya was ready to invite Raven back to her apartment, but a loud noise outside made them stop.
"If anyone hit grandma, I swear to God…" Raven said as she rolled the window down, the music from the Halloween party they had abandoned filtering inside.
"Lexa, wait!"
Anya was so ready to ignore whatever commotion was going on, but Clarke's voice broke her away from Raven's neck.
"Griffin?" Raven asked, but Clarke ignored the girls in the car as she ran past it.
"Clarke, let that shrimp go." Another voice joined Clarke's, and Anya peeked out the window.
She saw Lexa's bee antenna stomping away, and Clarke was trying to follow in her cumbersome honey jar costume, but another woman stopped her. "Come, Clarke, stay. I'm sure she's fine."
Anya growled when she saw Nia, the party host and also the host of one of the greatest sticks up her ass. Everyone on the lacrosse team hated Nia. She was on the team due to nepotism (her aunt dated the coach) and she made everyone's life miserable with her lack of talent and many opinions.
She threw a mean party, though.
"Let's go back." Nia reached for Clarke's arm, but Clarke shook it away.
"Everything alright, Griffin?" Raven opened the door, face steeled. It was the meanest pirate Anya had ever seen.
"Everything good, ladies?" Anya followed Raven outside without missing a beat, crossing her arms and glaring at Nia. Both Clarke and Nia seemed surprised at the couple leaving the parked car, though while Clarke showed relief at the sight of her friend, Nia bared her teeth in annoyance.
"Woods. Great to see you," Nia said with the delicacy of a hammer. "Your sister just stormed out of here. You might want to follow her."
"Clarke, do you need a ride?" Raven asked Clarke, ignoring the dick measuring competition going on between the two alphas.
Clarke sniffled, a tear falling on the rumpled card box that was her honey jar, and Raven helped her friend inside the car.
"I'll drive her home." Raven fished her keys from Anya's back pocket — who knows how it ended there — and kissed her cheek.
"I'll go after Lexa with my bike," Anya said, returning the kiss.
Give it to Lexa to cockblock her sister.
Spotting the shaking bee was easy, but convincing Lexa to go back to Anya's apartment took some time. Lexa finally relented under the frosty rain, her bee antenna squashed under Anya's spare helmet as they drove away.
"I'm fine," Lexa said between trembling teeth, though she sighed in relief when she held the steaming mug Anya placed in front of her. Her red, hard fingers thawed under the warmth, and so did her rage.
Anya eyed her sister, noticing the running makeup, the red nose, and it would be a sadder picture with the bee costume, but it had been thankfully discarded.
"Are we going to talk about it?" Anya asked, pouring honey into her own mug.
Lexa took the tiniest tea sip.
Anya would hate this so much less if making Lex's talk about her feelings wasn't like pulling overgrown wisdom teeth.
“Why did you storm out?” She probed, searching for an in. “And why is Clarke upset?”
"She's upset?"
Bingo.
Lexa's red eyes widened, but then she frowned.
Anya checked Raven's texts since they parted:
Griffin is crying.
I think they fought. Ask Lexa.
Yes they fought.
We stopped to get chocolate and honey, her costume is surprisingly effective.
“Raven is with her now,” Anya said, flipping her phone face down on the table before Lexa could peek. “So, are you still drunk or?”
“Ugh,” Lexa said intelligently, lowering her forehead to the table. “Do I sound drunk?”
“You sound miserable.” Anya sat next to her sister, touching her shoulder and squeezing it. “So what, you had an argument while a little tipsy. That's normal, Lex. Apologize to Clarke in the morning and it will all be good.”
Lexa lifted her head from the table, her eyebrows knit. She looked like a bee who had been expelled from the hive and left to die in the wilderness, if that bee were also a little drunk. “I don't want to apologize.”
A simmering kind of emotion bubbled in Anya’s stomach, and she recognized it as anger.
“What did Griffin do?” Her tone didn't betray the surge in protectiveness for her younger sister. Or so she hoped.
Lexa’s head hit the tabletop again with a muted thud.
“Maybe I'm just overreacting,” she mumbled to the abused wood that had never seen a single coaster.
Anya breathed through her curiosity, giving her sister time to process her thoughts. Lexa had always been slow to make her opinions heard, but alcohol made it like walking through molasses.
Anya waited, as some big sisters are known to do. The good ones, at least.
“She laughed at me,” Lexa said, her voice as small as she looked. “Nia was talking shit about the team, as usual, but then she said things about me and Clarke—” there was that knot between her eyes again “--Clarke just laughed.”
“I'm sorry,” Anya said, the frown on her forehead the same as the one on Lexa's. “But maybe she didn't mean it that way?”
Lexa nodded solemnly, processing the idea in her inebriated brain.
“Clarke adores you, Lexa. Did she apologize?”
Pink blossomed over Lexa's cheeks.
“Is that when you stormed out?” Anya asked, one eyebrow up.
Lexa nodded, but her serious posture was replaced by shameful consolation.
“Sleep it off,” Anya said, standing up. “It will make more sense in the morning.”
Lexa took an hour showering and used all the hot water. Anya decided to be mad about it another time, though she will hold against her sister the whole cockblocking thing. Anya had been looking forward to fuck Raven in her Wonder Woman costume.
Anya let Lexa sleep on the mattress that was usually under her bed, a little wet clump of teen hormones on the floor of her bedroom. She pretended not to, but saw the text exchange between her sister and her girlfriend, and sighed with a heavy sense of completion as Lexa drifted off to sleep.
Another night of being the best big sister ever.
Lexa 2:15am
I'm not mad.
Clarke, I love you.
Clarke 2:15am
I love you too.