Splatter Fun
Lexa continued to drive down the gravel road that Clarke had instructed her to turn onto after a few more minutes of driving down the highway from the grocery store. Lexa quickly scanned the trees surrounding them before shifting her eyes back onto the road. She had never expected so many trees to be around the so called beach house that Clarke’s family owned. Lexa then looked over to Clarke, whose eyes were currently glued to her phone, before giving a smile at the blonde.
“Are you sure we’re going to a beach house? This looks like somewhere you take someone so you can murder them where no one can hear them.” Clarke looked up from her phone and gave Lexa a light shove before laughing.
“Yes, Lexa. I’m taking a more than likely armed well known detective out in the middle of some woods so I can kill her,” Lexa let out a chuckle at the eye roll the blonde gave her, “But seriously, slow down some. You’re going to come up to a gate here in just a minute. I’ll have to open it for us.”
As soon as the words left Clarke’s mouth Lexa could see the black steel gate cutting through the gravel road a few feet in front of them. Coming to a stop at the gate Lexa looked out the open window to see a small panel with what looked like a finger scanner connected to the bottom of it. Before Lexa got the chance to ask Clarke what the contraption was the blonde had already unblocked her seatbelt and was basically laying on Lexa’s lap.
Clarke had placed her knees on the large middle console of the truck and had placed one hand on the edge of the currently windowless door before reaching her other hand out and placing one finger on the scanner. After what felt like a century to Lexa the scanner finally beeped and allowed the large gate to swing open. Clarke quickly shifted her body and sat back down in her seat and gave Lexa a large grin.
“Told you I had to open it. That was way easier than getting out and walking around the truck.”
Lexa shook her head and let out a light hearted snort at the woman’s strange antics before pressing the gas and letting the truck continue down the designated path. After a couple more minutes of driving the gravel road gave way to a smooth concrete drive way that lead up to one of the most breath-taking homes Lexa had ever seen. There in front of her sat a large two story modern styled beach house with floor to ceiling windows all around. From their position on the side of the house Lexa could also make out a back porch, along with an overhead balcony, with stairs that lead straight out onto the white sand and blue waters.
Lexa finally came to a stop in front of a garage door and placed her truck in park and shutting down the engine. The brunette turned to look at Clarke as she gave a slight squeal before grabbing her things and making her way out of the truck. While hopping out the drivers seat Lexa watched as the blonde female completely forwent grabbing her luggage to run up a small set of stairs along the side of the house and unlocking the door that sat at the top. Lexa could hear Clarke let out a short happy scream before she saw her poke her heard back through the door and wave to her.
“Hurry up Lexa! You’re going to love it here! I’ve missed this place so much!” Clarke once again disappeared behind the door leaving Lexa to shake her head in amusement as she grabbed their bags from the back part of the cab.
Lexa slowly made her way up the stairs and pushed the slightly cracked door all the way open before coming to gaze at the room that sat in front of her. The open floor plan gave the room an air of freedom that one truly never felt with walls placed all around them and the high ceilings only added to that. A white plush couch, along with two love seats, sat in the large open area facing to look out through the floor to ceiling windows and was tied together by a glass coffee table that held a beautiful bouquet of white roses.
Taking a look to her right Lexa could see the white polished granite countertops of the kitchen complete with an island that separated the living area from the kitchen itself. To the right of the kitchen sat a glass top table with white tufted dining chairs tucked neatly under each side of the table. Lexa glanced above the table to see a modern rain drop chandelier glistening as the sun shone through the windows and bounced around the beautiful crystals. Before Lexa could loose herself anymore in the gorgeous home Clarke called to her from above.
“I’m going to check to make sure all the beds have sheets and blankets. My mom likes to keep them off when no ones here.”Clarke made her way across the open walkway and disappeared past the opening to the hallway. Lexa took one more look around the open space before walking over the the stair case that ran up the side of the wall and onto an interior balcony that overlooked the space below. She followed the sound of sheets fluttering around before coming to stop at an open door a few paces down the right side of the hallway. Inside the room Clarke was fitting a set of white sheets to the bed that rested on the wall a little ways away from the door. On either side of the bed sat a bedside table complete with a simple lamp on each one. The rest of the room was very modest. Besides the bed and bedside tables there was no other furniture. The wall across from the bed was nothing but windows that overlooked the beach. On the other wall to the left of the bed were two doors that Lexa assumed lead to the closet and bathroom. As Lexa finished with her look around Clarke clapped her hands in completion before looking up at the brunette.
“All the rooms here will have only a bed and bedside tables. My mother thinks it gives it a slightly more relaxed and open feel than what having it filled with furniture would. Each room with also has its own closet and bathroom, and only the master will have a larger bathroom and closet.”
“Your mother must have a thing for white. Every thing I’ve seen so far as been white besides the dark wood floors,” Lexa said as she eyes the white comforter that rested on the bed.
“Yeah, she really loves white. I think it’s a doctor thing. Something about white being sterile and clean. Her words not mine,” Clarke held her hands up in defeat before walking around the bed and out the door with Lexa in tow.
“Clarke, you’re a doctor. Does that mean you love white too?” Lexa teased the walking blonde. “No where near as much as my mother. I’m also a low key artist so I love all my colors of the rainbow,”Clarke looked over her shoulder as Lexa gave her a smug look.
“Low key artist? As in you never show anyone anything you’ve ever painted?”
“Low key as in I’ve had a few small paintings in some gallery openings and only select few people know who I am.”
Lexa gave Clarke a pointed look,“So you’re the ‘I don't like to brag’ type of artist?”
“Exactly. I’ve always loved painting and drawing since I was little but it wasn’t something I wanted to make myself big for. I like the little amount of people who will ask for very meaningful paintings to be done and that’s it. Besides a few paintings I’ll do for charity events I mainly paint for myself.”
Lexa watched Clarke with interest as she walked into another bedroom down the hallway and grabbed a pair of sheets from the closet. Lexa sat their bags down next to the door before walking over to the opposite said of the bed from the blonde and helped her unfold the sheets and tuck the pockets into each corner before running a hand along the top to smooth out any wrinkles.
“So technically you’re a closet artist with a slightly open door,” Lexa looked over to Clarke as they placed the white comforter over the bed.
“I guess that’s a good way to put it. Like I said it’s something I love but not something I want to be famous for. I just like to have fun with my art,” after Clarke said those words Lexa watched as the blue eyes of the woman widened before she let out a light scream and running around the bed to grab Lexa’s wrist and running out the door.
“Clarke, where are we going?” Lexa continued to let Clarke pull her down the stairs, across the large living area, and through another door next to the one that they had entered the house in.
Clarke released her grip on Lexa and flipped on a light switch next to the door to allow Lexa to see a spacious garage. Cabinets lined the far left wall of the square room where Clarke was currently shifting about through one of them. Lexa watched as Clarke pulled out long polls and a long, thick, white cotton material. After placing them on the ground she proceeded to shut the cabinet before going to the one next to it and pulling out pint sized cans of what Lexa could only assume to be paint.
“Clarke, do you want to explain to me what you’re going to do?” Lexa watched as she balanced five cans of paint in her arms before turning back to look at her.
“Grab those polls and the cloth and follow me outside. Then I’ll tell you what we’re going to do.”
Without waiting for a reply Clarke turned on her heel and walked up to the garage door before pushing a button on the wall to allow the large metal door to open. Lexa hurriedly grabbed everything off the floor before following the blonde out to the back of the house and onto the soft sand. At this moment Lexa was happy that she decided to leave her shoes in the doorway after she had walked into the luxurious home.
The silky white sand slid between her toes with each step as she walked up to Clarke who had stopped a few feet away from the back porch of the house. Having already placed the cans of paint on the sand Clarke quickly turned around before taking the poles out of Lexa’s hands and putting them together. After a few short minutes Lexa could finally put two and two together as she watched Clarke hang up the white cloth onto the backdrop holder.
“Are you going to paint something one this?” Clarke turned to Lexa with a smirk before placing an open can of blue paint in her hands.
“WE are going to paint, sort of. Raven and the others just left as soon as we got here so that gives us two hours of nothing to do. So we’re going to do splatter painting.”
“Splatter painting? Like just flinging the paint wherever?”
“Yup. So just dip your hand into the paint like so,” Clarke dipped her hand into the can before pulling it out as it dripped with green paint,“and just fling it.”
Lexa watched as the paint flew onto the white cloth with a wet smack. After watching the crazy blonde for a few more seconds Lexa finally dipped her own hand into the dark blue paint before flicking her hand towards the green splattered cloth. Laughing and smiling both women continued to flick the blue and green paint until the paint cans were empty. A quick five minute break and both of the women were with a vengeance with pink and gold paint.
As Lexa went to flick her gold paint covered hand she misjudged just how hard she had flicked her hand back and could hear the wet sound of paint hitting skin. Her blood froze in her veins as she slowly turned to look at the blonde who’s hand was frozen mid flick before looking at the brunette. A devilish grin came to play over Clarke’s lips as she dipped her hand once again into the can of pink paint before stalking towards Lexa.
“Now Clarke, it was a complete accident. There’s no need to get revenge here. Let’s just forget this little incident and finish the lovely painting we were making,” as Lexa spoke she slowly started walking backwards as Clarke continued to stalk towards her.
“Oh no, Lexa. This means war.” Before Lexa could take off into a run Clarke had flicked the hot pink paint across her tanned skin.
Lexa slowly opened her eyes before dunking her hand into her own paint can and letting out a war cry before running after the retreating blonde. Both girls chased each other around the sand while flinging paint in all directions to land on the skin and clothes of their opponent. Before long Lexa and Clarke had run out of paint and were both breathing heavily after the long paint war.
As they both looked up at each other they couldn’t help but laugh as they took in their paint covered appearances. As their laughs finally started to subside the brunette and blonde looked up into each other’s eyes before everything around them feel silent. Something stronger, much stronger, than gravity seemed to be pulling both women’s lips closer together before only a whispered breath of space was all that was left.
Soft lips collided together in a sweet chaste kiss before either one knew it was happening. Lexa could feel her heart fluttering like a humming birds wings as Clarke’s lips ghosted over her own. Lightly pulling back Lexa stared up into the crystal blue eyes that were filled something that she couldn’t quite make out. They both gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment longer before closing them once again and leaning closer to graze lips one more time.
But before their lips could come into full contact with each other the sound of a car horn blared through the air around them making both women jump apart and look over to the drive way. Both watched as Lincoln drove his car next to Lexa’s truck before putting it in park and allowing everyone to hop out. Raven was the first one out who then looked out towards the ocean only to see both of the paint covered women.
“What the hell happened to the both of you?”
Raven let out a thunderous laugh as she called for everyone to take a look at Lexa and Clarke who had started to walk back towards the now laughing group. After everyone had their fair share of laughs they walked to Lincoln’s truck to unload their bags. Anya took one more look at both Lexa and Clarke before shaking her head and walking towards the house.
“Damn blondie. Nice house. Hope you got some food in there because I am starving.” Lexa and Clarke both suddenly tensed up at the mention of food before simultaneously speaking.
“Fuck! The groceries!”